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queers-gambit · 3 months

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Hello my lovely, it’s me your babygirl. Remember me? 🥰🥰

I know you’re busy working on fics rn so take as much time as you want to answer!

I’ve got a very important question regarding Felix that I’d love your opinion on it & share my thoughts with you!

*quickly runs to give you the biggest hug & spin you in my arms* 😘

So…. What do we think a Felix x reader wedding would look like at Saltburn? A grand extravaganza with a million guests or an intimate ceremony with just the Cattons?

Obviously they take every opportunity to throw a party at Saltburn so a wedding is the ultimate bash in the eyes of the Cattons.

Or would Felix just decide to change it entirely and just want it to be a tiny intimate thing since he wants this to feel quiet and special. And then maybe some big party another day to the delight of Elspeth and sir James.

For Felix he’s so laid back and in love all he cares about is his girl and what will make her happy. They are so young and in love i wouldn’t be surprised if he proposed on a lazy Sunday morning or a day reading naked in the field, just because he was so blissfully happy he knew there was nobody he’d rather spend these kind of days with for the rest of his life.

Side notes: Venetia would be maid of honor right? I see Elspeth as the mother in law that makes herself heavenly involved with planning and gives her brutally honest opinion picking out the dress 😅 I can even picture stoic Duncan trying to hold back tears while he’s holding a tissue box to Elspeth or sir James while they read their vows.

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Sorry for the endless ranging but I’m aching to know your thoughts and see if you’ve thought about this too!!

of course i remember you, baby girl! welcome back!

i needed a break from writing, so thank you for sending this, my darling! it's always good to refresh the pallet, and this ask really got me thinking!

let's get into it!

kinda-sorta wedding AU HC's

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: suspiciously none

so your question all depends on the Reader, but i'll try to answer best i can.

the Saltburn wedding is definitely a huge, extravagant ordeal. the Cattons are well connected, so, it wouldn't just be Felix and Reader's peers attending, but ALL family from both sides, as well as family friends, too. Reader's family is invited to Saltburn a week before matrimony; where they try to help, but the Cattons have hired 3 different wedding planners to make this the most talked-about event in any social circles.

every room in Saltburn is cleaned and decorated. an abundance of flowers are shipped in to be hung from the ceilings and bannisters. there's BOTH a live band and a DJ, an erected outdoor dance floor.

now, i can see two different things: 1. Felix and Reader marry in the local church and then the reception is hosted at Saltburn. 2. they marry on Saltburn's property and still have the big ass reception on the grounds.

either way, it's most def a summer wedding to utilize optimal weather. it's a reason to wear the best clothes, drink expensive liquor excessively, and indulge in gluttony. it's a night designed to make attendants jealous.

there's well over 300 people, Sir James and Elspeth combing through their address books to send invites even to family friends they haven't spoken to in years. they're the kind of parents that take advantage of their child getting married; it's the best excuse to show off and have a grand celebration, to prove the family doesn't do anything half-assed. if they can throw extravagant parties just for the hell of it, they definitely feel pressure to out-do themselves.

it's like this wedding isn't *for* Felix and Reader, but more so for the Cattons to show up and show out. it's not about a union of two people, but an excuse to gloat and smash their privilege in everyone's face.

Felix eats it up 'cause it's all he knows, the spoilt rich boy, but Reader's a little uncomfortable with the sheer size and details of her wedding. but in the same breath, she's relaxed because she KNOWS this is just how the Cattons operate and she doesn't really have to lift a single finger.

so, Reader lets Elspeth plan her ideal wedding - 'cause there's no way she's not involved. they make some decisions together, it's a bonding experience for Reader and her soon-to-be MIL, but for the most part, it's the matriarch doing most of the heavy lifting.

Felix and Reader only get to decide on wedding colors, catering options, and the cake. and even then, they have to endure his family's opinions.

Reader doesn't even get to 100% choose her dress, hair, and make up. Elspeth basically decides everything. i agree with you and think Mrs. Catton would impose herself even on the wedding dress selection, becoming persnickety, opinionated, and a little snarky when Reader shows off her dresses. this causes tension with Reader's family, who think the older woman far too self-important, and maybe it's Reader's mother or sister that stands up to her and insists Elspeth keep quiet since this *isn't* her wedding and they don't want any influences on Reader. they want Reader to choose her perfect wedding dress without scrutiny since she has no say in anything else.

in fact, maybe - juuuuuust maybe - Reader's family takes her to shop for a wedding dress without Elspeth in an effort to dial down the stress. it's not meant maliciously, but Elspeth simply cannot help herself and takes over everything; so, Reader's family figures if she's not there, Reader can make a decision *for herself*.

when Elspeth finds out, she's hurt, but it's Sir James that calms his wife down by reminding her that she had something not-so-nice to say about damn near every single dress Reader tries on. so, she accepts this one detail being out of her control.

the entire wedding screams "old money" because half of the decorations and details are wildly redundant, but there's no such thing as cost to the family. Elspeth is def living vicariously because she thinks she knows best, so she spares no expense - perhaps even going as far as to rent exotic peacocks to roam the grounds simply because the Cattons can!

they're definitely going "Crazy Rich Asians" in the sense that Felix's marriage is going to be the event of the decade, like Collin and Araminta's wedding. again, it's not even about the union but just a chance for the Cattons to remind everyone that they were lesser-than. Felix thinks it's normal, he thinks this is how it's supposed to be 'cause he's def removed from reality, and truth be told, he loves the attention. the bragging rights.

Felix might be a bit more reserved than his family, but he's still a Catton and glamour is *all* he knows, especially for an event like this. he doesn't stand up to his parents because they're paying for everything, which makes him feels as if he's not entitled to an opinion. so, he lets Sir James and Elspeth plan the wedding they want since all Felix has to do is show up. he'll do his best to alleviate stress, acting as a buffer between his betrothed and parents, but he doesn't dare open his mouth.

this is marketed as a once in a lifetime celebration, so nobody is willing to butt heads with Sir and Mrs. Catton.

on that note, yeah, i can see Felix having an intimate proposal. maybe in the field at sunset, maybe at a cafe in town, but not in bed. he's got a flare for the dramatic, so odds are, he's actually down on one knee. he's young, so he doesn't need to make a huge ordeal for the proposal since it's an incredibly intimate moment. he might even proposal on a whim / impulsively. he's had a ring for months, planning the best moment to ask Reader, but he gets anxious and one day, it just happens. it feels right. Felix has that burning feeling that he needs to ask now else he'll fuck up his plan in the future by being so nervous. so, yeah, he just asks one day - barely even thinks about it! he just knows Reader is who he wants, so why plan the "perfect moment" when an opportunity organically presents itself?

now, Venetia can be a bridesmaid, but she's not MOH. again, depends on the reader, but i imagine Reader's sister or her own best friend should be MOH. Reader wants Ven involved in everything, but no, she's not gonna be the one standing next to Reader when she gets married. Ven helps decide bridesmaid dresses, works with Reader's sister and / or best friend to plan the bachelorette party, and is present for any conflict between Reader and Elspeth. she's sorta like a tie breaker because Felix is on Reader's side and Sir James is on Elspeth's. Ven is the one who helps keep Elspeth under control, the only one bold enough to stand up to her mother without fear of repercussions. she sees how Reader is struggling to both have the wedding of her dreams and respect for her MIL, so, Ven imposes herself to give Reader a break. to be the voice Reader lost.

and just because it's fun, YES, Duncan is def in attendance, handing the Cattons and Reader's family tissues during the emotional moments of the wedding. he eats two slices of cake. and for the fuck of it, you bet your ass Duncan lets loose a little and Cabbage Patches on the dance floor.

i think it's nice to imagine Felix being all cute and intimate, but personally, i think he's so far deep in his family's way of living to truly be humble. sure, Reader anchors him to reality, but he still lives this extravagant life so he doesn't know the definition of "humble". but that's why i said, it depends on your reader - but in my opinion, Felix is a little too spoilt to have the forethought to marry privately. or maybe he knows it's a fight not worth having with his parents, that no matter what, they're going to do what they want.

so maybe Felix is the one encouraging Reader to just "go with the flow" because resisting is futile. perhaps Reader comes around to the idea of a grand wedding because she knows she'd never have this sort of experience with anyone else; so, why not bask in it?

ah, i love these. they're so much fun! thank you for sending in, baby girl! all my love 🖤

#felix catton #felix catton headcanon #felix catton headcanons #felix catton x reader #felix catton x fem! reader #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x you #felix catton imagine #felix catton fluff #fix it felix

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armin-supremacy · 2 years

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pov : bunny event, but make it MC

pairing: brothers(seperate)x gn!mc

prompt: for this years event, Diavolo thought it would be exciting for MC + datables to take control of the bunny event, leaving the brothers to relax this go around.

format: headcannon

genre: fluff ¿

You bustled around, the bunny ears atop your head bouncing cutely at the very slight skip in your step. Solomon pulled through, the spell going just as planned for the event.

To say you were having an amazing time was an understatement. Though it was supposed to be work and service, you found enjoyment mingling around.

"Enjoy!"

You placed the drink down in front of the demon you had been asked to serve, practically bouncing away with a smile. "MC!"

You turned at the sound of your name with a smile, one of your ears sticking up similar to a real bunny who was on alert. You squealed in excitement and all but began to hurry over. "You made it!"

a simp

undercover tho

lowkey gets jealous at how cute you're acting with other customers

dont you fret tho

hes got it covered

oh would you look at that, hes a vip customer now

srry other customers

gotta serve luci-lu only for the rest of the event

just HAPPENS to be in the fine print of membership oops

smug ass

that power kink gonna surge

will 100% throw in teasing comments

subtly tho

you nearly miss them

will try his hardest not to lose the cool when you tease back

again, subtly tho.

we got a subtle king here, alright?

pls ask him for a carrot

he'll die.

will tease the ever living shit outta you

"no, no you blew the kiss wrong. you can do better than that, one more time-"

mans cant hide his jealousy when he sees how cute you are with other customers as well

wont hide it tbh

youre his mc so what the hell are you doing bestie?

you should be focusing on him

your first

duh

most def will watch out for you tho

dont want no demon getting any 'ideas'

makes you work for a carrot

wink, blow a kiss, speak in a cute voice, etc

dying on the inside, annoying asf on the outside

cant hide that blush tho, nice try

yesssss finally a bunbun mc

hes dying, youre so cute

has been waiting to see you like this

make the garnish on his drink/snack a heart.

do it.

he will m e l t

gets hella flustered

definitely dying

all you did was call him master ???? it was asmo's 'servicing advice'

didnt mean to tease oops

take a selfie with him

please.

he never wants to forget this

will most likely info dump on how this reminds him of an anime called 'the seven demon brothers get pampered by cute bunny waitress/waiter/etc" or somethin like that

check on him multiple times throughout the evening

let this man soak up bunny mc for as long as he can, kay?

wanted cat mc instead

jk dont worry

but thats def something he wants to see

MOVING ON

another lowkey jealous ass simp

huffy boy

give him attention now.

now.

gives lil praise

"this tastes so good"

"the ears suit you nicely"

congrats! you got a carrot!

smile at him

please.

even from afar

just a small one

he loves it.

gets ptsd when the twister mat is whipped out

you kick ass tho, hes proud.

pics pics P I C S

prepare to be devildom famous

hes gonna make sure of it bestie, good luck

shamlessly makes request after request

"mc, can you blow a kiss?"

"perfect, now say 'asmo, i love you!' as cutely as you can"-

showers you with compliments

youre so cute how dare you

tease him

he loves it

will tease back

cause why not

mans is having the time of his life ohmygod

let him feed you this damn carrot-

we all know beel loves cute, soft things

absolutely smitten

ask him if he wants to touch your ears

flash him your lil bunno tail

he loves it

def will check on you multiple times during the evening

pls dont overwork yourself

keep the drinks and snacks coming, dont ask him if he needs/wants more

just do it

he finds it so sweet

you know him so well

garnish with a heart or cute message

yay, another carrot!

compliments how cute you look

doesn't bother requesting anything

doesnt need to

youre cute all on your own

gets really happy if you blow him a kiss tho

do it again.

thats not a request.

twister mat ptsd pt 2

i love him sm but

such a little shit ohmygod

ya know how hes cannon-ingly the most cheeky brother?

exactly.

"if you can make the heart perfect, ill give you a carrot~"

you dont get the heart perfect

its still cute tho

gives you the carrot regardless

makes it his mission to see how flustered he can make you

sucks for him, cause he gets flustered cause youre a master at comebacks hehe

oh how the turn tables turn

watches you with other customers

not as jealous as Lu, Mamms, and Satan but will def make a comment

give him special treatment, hes the bby of the boys.

its law.

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my very first headcannon! its a bit rough, im still trying to get into the feel of writing certain formats but i hope you enjoyed regardless~

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

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autisticlancemcclain · 4 months

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fic rec friday 59

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Lance Denies The Feels by @bleusarcellewrites

“Hey, knock it dead, Sharpshooter.” Keith winks and Lance’s weak. ‘Thanks, I’ll be right back.’ He tries to say, to excuse himself calm and collected so he would exit the training room and go to a corner on a room with no boys with hot mullets, so he can maybe, just maybe, come to terms with the sudden events like a normal person. “You fight good!” Lance shouts instead. [In which Lance isn't aware that he has a crush and the realization hits him hard enough to screams his bi feelings out. On an empty room. Which turns out not to be emtpty. It works out for him in the ends, thanks to a Mulan reference.]

big big fan of fics where lance is so obviously crushing on keith that its just embarrassing for everyone around him. and keiths fond and quiet indulgence fucking -- well. truly gets me every time. also love the clowning he gets from the team lmao

2. See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil by galaxymilk

Lance becomes the vessel for a high-tech Galra weapon that will detonate at the mere mention of its existence. The clock is ticking, Lance, you better think fast.

i read this when i was the tender tender age of fourteen and let me tell you it FUCKED ME UP!!!!!!!!! imagine carrying a bomb in your body that might kill your friends. but if you tell anyone it detonates. that fear? that terror? it is REEKING off the fucking screen. you will read this fic breathless. your heart will make home in your throat. your muscles will cramp in their tenseness. also it features lance bragging about keith to random strangers in the beginning lol

3. When Did This Happen? by memoriesofrain

What do you mean they're together? I thought they were just really close! OR No one knew Hunk and Lance were together and Lance is homesick.

some hance!! yall know i love me some secret relationship. and i love it so much more when its not actually secret relationship and is instead 'yah weve been openly dating this whole time yall are just too dumb to notice' like that one makes me giggle

4. Space Is Cold by corvus (borrowedphrases)

Lance is a pain in the butt, but Hunk loves him and worries about him anyway.

was in my hance era when i was making these bookmarks apparently. and u know what? i was correct. hance is cute as shit. also, 2016 fics will always hold the most specialest of places in my heart. each one of them ate truly. this one is so cute and intimate.

5. Snapshots and Other Bonding Moments by @shyfoxes

Hunk and Lance are constants in each other's lives, and that will never change. Four moments between Lance & Hunk and One moment spent with Team Voltron.

four plus ones!! my beloved!!! small moments of regular life love!!! my beloved!!! 2016 fics!!! my beloved!!! god some of the tags on this thing...nostalgia. anyways. i loved this fic because i have always loved fics diving into the characters' lives prekerb, u know? i want Backstory. also the lilo and stitch references were cute. if youre not a fan of hance, this is pre relationship so can def be read as platonic!! such a cute fic fr

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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urfavnegronerd · 10 months

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a little rant while im on break at my job

okay i know we're supposed to like ghostflower ships but i... i have some thoughts.

i see the love and lust between those two in into the spiderverse, miles is so giggly around gwen and gwen is slightly less unhinged (you ALL know what im getting at, love her but our good sis gwen is.... *hand motion*) etc. allat good stuff.

but i can't see that happening especially w the events of atsv, like there's definitely room for patching up the relationship but anything romantic between the two would feel forced as fuck i feel like. and maybe that's just me being an intensely passionate empath who likes to act like a nonchalant lil asshole, but still. i LOVE gwen, sony set her up beautifully for an amazing character arc that i'm so excited to see in the next one. HOWEVER, also this could just be me being an annoying little afro latina shit, she's not coming back from opening the collectible, going through miles' sketchbook w/o permission, and the shoes on the bed. that doesn't mean i HATE her i just can't look at her the same.

now a bitch is biased because black love is forever 🔛🔝, but also in the comics and video game miles has a black love interest. there was definitely also THE connection w/ miles and margo (however i'm also kinda in favor of prowlerbyte anyway--), and lil old me in the theatre was loosing it. i think that staying true to the aspect of black love interests is also going to be so important for the community, both comic/video game fans and black fans alike, mainly because of how black men interact with black women. speaking from experience i can't even count how many times i wanted to be the short lil white girl with blue eyes and blonde hair instead of the tall and awkward black girl with the wide nose and corkscrew curls. now here's where i think my personal bias kind of skews my opinion on this, but this franchise has been so important to SO many people. again speaking from experience, when i saw miles in atsv with the EXACT same hair texture as me i almost cried because no one in the history of ever has animated my kind of hair right and miles' hair was right. on top of this i saw so many little black boys practically tripping and falling in anticipation to see this movie in theatres. so i think i favor miles having a relationship with a black girl because this will reach such a new audience and possibly open doors for black men and boys to start treating black somebody and girls with respect. because if these little boys in the theatre see their like, idol for lack of a better word, treating black women and girls with respect i think then there's gonna be an aspect of healing within that.

i'm not really sure how well i'm communicating this, but i don't really think i can fully get behind the ghostflower ship. to me it feels really fucking forced in a way that kinda icks me out, however this is not to say i won't absolutely love the shit out of these two if it happens. in a way, this franchise feels like something the black community needs in several ways. like yeah this shit is pro black but FULLY pro black, not pro-black but anti gay, trans, or whatever the fuck. it shows blackness in a new way, artsy and nerdy but also really fucking cool at the same time and i never fucking got that as a little kid. like i kid you not the other black kids in school would call me a wanna be white girl. and to see someone with similar interests as me just sort of opens the world up??? like i visited my older sister at school in the dmv while wearing a spiderverse hoodie, and people actually wanted to talk to me about it!!! like not ina "oh i like ur sweatshirt ma" type thing like a "omg you like this movie too??" type thing and i just--

yeah i def strayed from the topic, but i hope our baby does get his lil black girl (or his lil gwen, from a big sisters perspective i don't hate her as a prospective partner i just think that there would need to be a clear breakdown in the difference of cultures. for example i was taught that anytime you meet anyone formally (like a parent or something) you shake their hand and or go in for a hug and kiss BOTH cheeks and talk about their home their clothes or whatever) but for like the sake of authenticity (sorry to be that asshole but come ON) but like.... flowerbyte 🥰🥰

did this make sense i feel like i word vomited like a bitch, idk maybe i'm projecting my personal shit into a franchise i really like

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charliemwrites · 6 months

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I’ve been Thinking™️ about my favorite keepers and their pets celebrating (or completely ignoring) their respective “anniversaries” today.

Charlie, in your big, beautiful wrinkly brain, how would each keeper and pet choose to acknowledge their anniversary? Would it be the anniversary of their kidnapping or the day they finally realized the keepers aren’t so bad? Would it be a happy, maybe even romantic milestone, or would it be a bittersweet reminder of their situation? I imagine any way it goes there would be some Big Feelings for all of them.

Thank you as always for sharing this AU and your beautiful Thoughts™️ with us🥹🫶🏻

Hi, bean!!! I hadn’t even thought of anniversary stuff so this might be a bit ramble-y while i workshop it in my head.

Simon would notice and probably debate bringing it up to Feral. It’s been a year and point that out might make her… well. He ends up telling her anyway. She’d be utterly startled - can’t believe it’s been that long already. They’d bake a cake together, maybe talk about a new house project or something. He would def get a feral-themed tattoo to commemorate, like that one i discussed of her teeth marks. I think feral would be a bit conflicted. Because oh shit, it’s been an entire year, but also… it’s been a year already?

Johnny doesn’t point it out to Shy Thing. She’s been doing so well, he doesn’t want to set her back with any big events or making a big deal. He’d doing something special for her anyway though; and if she asked what it was for, he’d say it just “seemed like it was time” or something to that effect. Even if she did know, she wouldn’t want to make a big deal of it either because calling that awful, scary day an “anniversary” just… makes her ill. Later on he’d let her pick a day to call their anniversary.

Price lets Good Girl know a week in advance and it’s a big celebration for them. Good Girl can’t believe it’s only been a year; it feels like they’ve been together forever. They have a very nice dinner with candles and wine and dessert; he gives her a new and easily removable collar as a gift. They discuss getting a new house, or maybe an actual pet…

#asks #thoughts™️#cod #keeper/kept au #my writing #keeper ghost #dark fic #keeper johnny #keeper price

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quitealotofsodapop · 18 days

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Wukong, getting tackled by his cubs: Oh thank goodness all of your are okay!

Tang: M-m-monkey King!? MK, you're mom is-

Wukong: Ah, speaking... MK?

MK, suddenly nervous: Yes?

Wukong: You... are on so much trouble. It's totally grounded for like... 100 years type stuff there.

MK: Aw man!

Wukong does not actually ground MK for 100 years, but he is not allowed to go to the city for the next 2 weeks unless it's to work and back. Mei offers to take over "Monkey Kid Duty" for the duration, and Wukong never outright banned MK from having his friends over, quite the opposite, in fact! He's working with Pigsy to make sure it doesn't conflict with his schedule when setting up training sessions

Prev post.

+a similar short anon;

Yeah MK is so grounded for lying to his mom about his true reason for going to the mainland + becoming a sueprhero in the process.

I love Wukong's gut reaction is "100 years grounded!" because its such a him thing to do.

Wukong: "I'm serious MK! I've been grounded for 500 years before! Don't think you can't be too!" MK: "Isn't that how you ended up with me??" Wukong: "Ugh true. Two weeks of no video games or arcade then." MK: "Aww man!"

I love the thought of Mei being on board to "chaperone" MK for the two weeks he's grounded so he doesn't wander off into an arcade or end up in a kaiju battle. Mei constantly updates Wukong via their phones about what MK is doing/when he signs off work. She acts like it's a super-secret spy mission.

Pigsy is little shaken by the news that his fave employee is a monkey demigod, but then again he was quick to encourage/guide MK when he became a hero so this is only an extra dose of weirdness for him. He also argues for MK's merit as an employee, lazy or not, he's the best one Pigsy's ever had. Wukong is actually delighted to learn that MK was legitimately working during his time in the city, and agrees that he can continue working at the restaurant as long as it doesn't get in the way of training or world-ending catatrophes.

Ironically, this means that the event of "Sweet N Sour Pork" occurs mid-grounding, and Wukong decides to legitimately show up to the Food Wars (despite his extreme stage fright) to make sure MK is ok. Also due to the Gold and Silver Twins basically being MK's cousins (the Vixen had long ago considered Macaque one of her cubs), their motivations for the Food Wars is a lot different. They want MK to stop focusing on Pigsy's so that he can continue searching for Macaque and not have to worry about "mortal stuff". It ofc fails but the sentiment is noted.

Wukong is also opened the island to MK's friends and work mates so he can get to know them finally. He's been keeping a bit of a distance because of their connection to the PIlgrims, but now that his cub is working for and trusts them so much well...

The older twins, Rumble and Savage, def follow MK to the city a few times mostly to bother him at work and to observe whats so cool about the mortal city. They quickly discover cheese teas, arcades, McDonalds playplaces, and lazer tag, so they fall in love with city life as well. <3

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #dad sun wukong #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #lmk mk #lmk pigsy #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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r4zberrygirl · 6 months

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drunk in love

tooru oikawa x female! reader, post timeskip/olympics arc, fluff,

cw: drinking, reader wears a dress and is shorter than oikawa

an: my formal apology for dragging oikawa so hard in my last oikawa fic lol. also my formal apology for skipping over the entire speak now tv and jumping into 1989 i got swamped with school but i'll def write some stuff eventually :) -raz

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : "Slut!"

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

You and your boyfriend have been steadily dating for a little over two years now, but you decided early on to keep things under wraps. It's not that Tooru was ashamed of you or anything even close to it, in fact he wanted to show you off after every win, and talk about you in every press conference, and take you out after every practice. It’s just that you didn’t want to be put under a new spotlight. You knew how fans of his could be and you did not want to become their new subject of criticism. If fans of his had even an inkling that he was with another woman they would be picking apart her every little move from the last nine years and writing detailed reports on why he should be with someone better. Of course not all of his fans fit under this category, some really were just fans of his because of the talent he possesses, but there was enough to still make you uneasy when in public with him. It really only took one night to convince you to go public with your relationship.

The Olympic Argentinian team was hosting an event for the players and their partners to let loose after the Olympic games. There was food and drinks and the venue overlooked the beach. You adorned yourself with a fitting white dress and heels that brought you just a bit closer to Tooru’s lips. You really looked stunning and it was easy to tell your boyfriend thought the same.

A couple hours into the party you started feeling your drinks and stepped outside to admire the view of the moon bouncing off the water and illuminating the beach below. You leaned against the railing with your glass for a few moments before Tooru joined you outside.

“The view looks nearly half as good as you do mi amor,” Tooru smiled cheekily, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You smiled at him before turning back towards the view. Tooru stands next to you with a hand around your waist, “What are you thinking about, love?”

“I think I want to stop hiding our relationship,” you said and Tooru’s eyes widened.

“Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now,” you admitted shyly.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t mind keeping you all to myself a little longer,” he teases, “but if you really want this then I’d be happy to show the world the beautiful girl who's been keeping me at my best.” Tooru kisses your temple and smiles, “What made you change your mind?”

“I think I’m just realizing that you only get to be young once and what we have is real and beautiful and we shouldn’t hide it because of others… I remember when I first noticed I fell in love with you I felt like a teenager all over again. You were all I could think about, I would sit in bed and daydream about our future. And now we're living our future together,” you rattle on as your face flushes and ears heat up. You think about how his fans will react before finally deciding their opinions on your life won’t matter in the long run. Tooru is yours and you are his, it’s nobody’s business but the two of you.

“Do you want to post something now? Management might have my head in the morning but we could blame it on the drinks,” Tooru chuckled and looked at you. A tipsy smile graced his lips as he reached for his phone in his back pocket.

“Yeah, why not? We’re dressed up nice anyways. And if I get criticized, I think it’s worth it this time,” You looked up at him with a sappy smile, feeling the outcome of the drinks you had earlier as well. Tooru feels more secure in your relationship now than he ever has been, knowing that you’re willing to take the risk even though you could face some backlash from his followers. Later in the night, your boyfriend posts a picture of your hand holding whatever cocktail you've been sipping on with no explanation other than the caption, “drunk in love.” Then he mutes his notifications, nothing could ruin this night for the both of you. You left the event with hands intertwined and made sure to smile bright for the paparazzi that had shown. On the ride home you think about how you’re positive you made the right choice in a partner. You really couldn’t have found someone better suited for you. At the same time, Oikawa thinks about the shiny ring he’s had tucked into the back of his nightstand since your first date together.

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Another vintage Kerrang article for your delectation. This one is loooong. Text below the cut...

THEY'RE ALL concerned and they all want answers. Mötley Crüe drummer Tommy Lee, hauling ass down Sunset Boulevard, Los Angeles, in a sparkling silver Corvette, certainly does. So does Blackfoot mainspring Ricky Medlocke, a recent unexpected apparition within the Marquee's glistening vaults. So does just about everyone I've met in the course of recent field-trips. They're all wearing that 'there but for the grace of God' look and they all want to know. So do I...

"Every time you speak to Rick on the phone you come away with a big grin on your face because he's in such good spirits. He's handling it better than I thought he would. He's matured 10 years overnight. He's totally accepted the fact that he's only got one arm and he's being very realistic about coming back into Def Leppard. He's mad to go for it, though, and we're mad to let him try."

That drummer Rick Allen will try, however, isn't in doubt. He's adamant about it and Leppard vocalist Joe Elliott is equally adamant that the band will give him their unrestrained support. As they've said all along, the decision is totally his "We aren't trying to show off or get sympathy," spells out Joe, "it's just the way we are. Def Leppard is simply five lads - we could have been a football team, we could have been international bank robbers. Rick's a mate, and just because he's had an accident doesn't mean he can't still be in the band. If he physically can't do it then obviously there's going to be problems, but with the technology available today I don't see why he can't play snare drum with his left foot, say. And if he can do that, and maybe have tom tom fills already recorded on a trigger, then the kit would look exactly the same. "Bill Ludwig, who builds Rick's kits, actually got in touch with him as soon as it happened, and it seems that there's a lot of one-arm drummers, guys who came back from Vietnam, y'know. The thing is, they tend to play Holiday Inns and places that like that; it's a different approach to drumming. Rick has a very John Bonhamish style - I mean, the quy doesn't need monitors, he's ridiculously loud! - and he'd never be able to do with one hand what he did with two for an hour and three quarters. It would kill him! So he's gonna need the technology. It's just down to whether he can accept the fact that there are gonna be people in the crowd trying to peer through the cymbals to see a plastic arm. He'll have to wear a shirt now, whereas before he'd always go bare-topped..."

THE DETAILS of the car crash that removed 21- year-old Rick (temporarily at least) from the Leppard ranks have been pretty well documented, grabbing column inches in the Nationals and beyond. The bare facts seem plain enough: at 12.50pm on New Year's Eve, while driving his Corvette along the A57 from Sheffield to his parents home in Dronfield (Derbyshire), Rick was involved in an incident which sent his car spinning out of control, turning over several times, injuring his female passenger and removing his left arm in the process. He remembers what happened vividly, and really can count himself fortunate to be alive. When the debris from the accident was examined it was found that the top half of the steering wheel had been bent back, Rick's particular power clearly preventing the steering column and dashboard from crushing against his chest. But why did it happen?

Picking through the events with Elliott it soon becomes obvious that the whole story is a little more complex than yer typical life-in-the-fast-lane pile up. Think about it...

When you're young and successful, with a streamlined US car and a female companion to match, it can sometimes sting the nasal membrane of the folks you've abandoned to a dole queue existence in your humdrum hometown rut. People have been known to glow green with jealousy, and on New Year's Eve people have been known to take a drink. Sometimes even a life...

"Yeah," says Joe quietly. "There was another car involved in the accident."

Mucking Rick around, you mean?

"That's right. But the people have denied it and there's nothing we can do. The coppers have interviewed them but it's no good I'd love to go round and kill 'em!"

Joe takes a moment to collect his thoughts, then continues... "The arm was placed in a bucket of ice gathered from all the houses nearby and Rick was in hospital (the Royal Hallamshire) within 19 minutes, which is unbelievable. He underwent an 11-hour operation; his arm was back on by ten to one the following morning, but infection set in and after three days they had to take it off.

"His nerves are still alive, though. They've got them wrapped up like spaghetti, and it's possible to have them connected up in a way that can give movement to a prosthetic arm. So the Steve Austin 'Six Million Dollar Man' thing is not beyond the realms of possibility one day. Rick still feels his arm because of the nerves."

When did you hear what had happened?

"I heard at about ten to four the same afternoon and I couldn't believe it. I cried like a baby for about three hours - my face was hurting. Peter (Mensch, manager) rang and said, 'Rick's had an accident, his arm's off, but they've sown it back on'. I've heard of that working before but unfortunately it was torn off, not cut off, so everything snapped and stretched in different places, which made it more difficult."

How soon after the accident did you visit Rick in hospital?

"I saw him two days after it happened... it was the worst experience I've ever had... but he was walking a week earlier than expected and telling the nurses to f**k off after three days because he was fed up having his bandages changed. He sounds in fine form now and wants to get back; drumming's all he's ever done, and he's done it very well."

"It's just up to him if he can stand the strain. I mean, he's going to go through some crap. He's not had it yet, but he's gonna suffer from depression; bad depression. He's being very realistic about it, though. He said to me, 'When it comes, it comes.' He wants to come out here to Holland but he knows he can't."

Presumably he won't be ready to play a part on the forthcoming tour?

"No, and he knows that. Somebody will guest with us until we know the result of Rick's convalescence." Would you consider using two drummers on any subsequent tours?

"Possibly, yeah, and Rick could do specific bits. We've definitely thought about that, but he's got a lot to learn first. I mean, there's certain things that are now a fact of life. If Rick wants to wear baseball boots, for example, he's gonna have to wear Velcro ones. And he's probably gonna need press-stud trousers. He's got to learn to bath himself even..."

"The thing is, at the moment his right arm doesn't work. The ball is smashed so they've had to pin it. He's got a six inch pin as big as a poker in there. Imagine if your elbow was sown to your hip; well that's all the movement he's got. I guess he's a bit of a mess, though mentally he's the best he's ever been."

What would happen if Rick returned to the band yet clearly wasn't cutting it? Would you have to tell him? "No, because he'd know himself. He's said that to me on the phone. He's being realistic- if he can't do it he can't, but he's definitely gonna try. There'll come a time when Rick will say, I'm ready, and we'll get together in a rehearsal room for a month and see what he does. He'll either turn round and go

'Yes!' and we'll go 'Yes!', or else he'll say 'Sorry, I'm not coping with it.'

"The important thing is that he tries, otherwise he'll never know, and that would be awful. I know he'd rather fail than not try at all. Besides, it's no big secret that we use drum machines on the records so, whatever happens, he could still be involved on that side. We would just take a session drummer out on the road."

"At the moment, we're trying not to get too depressed about the whole situation, but we were mega-depressed at first. I was in a real state, like a zombie for five hours, and for quite a time after I just didn't want to get into a car. I know it's daft, but it's true

A BONHAM of the biscuit tins, a Titan of the tupperware, since the age of 11 Rick Allen has thought of little outside of drums and drumming. At the moment he's at home, probably watching Cheech & Chong videos on the new system bought for him by Phonogram Records. But chances are that his thoughts are elsewhere, no doubt wafting with the music around the booths and corridors of Wisseloord Studios near Amsterdam, Holland, where Leppard are recording their fourth, as yet untitled, LP. As always, he's with his colleagues 110 per cent (for now it can be in spirit only), a continued commitment that should spur him on through the tough weeks and numerous hospital visits ahead.

Prior to the accident, he'd laid the groundwork for eight backing tracks, and the remaining two songs on the album were always destined to feature a less human touch, the band specifically wanting a more clinical punch, so there's no problem on that front. As for his work on backing vocals, well, Elliott can easily deputise in that department, leaving Rick free to concentrate on the speediest recovery possible and, as Elliott puts it, "Learn to live again. He's having all these drums built and a special car designed, all sorts of stuff..."

All things considered, '84 certainly wasn't an easy year for Def Leppard, a rude awakening for an almost unbroken streak of good fortune. First longstanding associate 'Mutt' Lange proved unable to produce the new LP, likewise his replacement Jim Steinman (though for different reasons - read on!), and then came The Accident, which instantly eclipsed all previous hassles, reducing apparent mountains of doom and dismay to easily skirted molehills. But, if anything, adversity has caused the four active members of the Leppard clan to virtually graft respective beaks to the grindstone in a collective consummate effort to make their next album their best.

The band's first LP, 'On Through The Night', produced by (Colonel) Tom Allom, took a mere 18 days to record and remains something of an embarrassment in Elliott's eyes (someday he'd like to remix it and touch up a few of the vocal parts), while the second, 'High 'N' Dry', with Lange now at the helm, was laid down in three and a half months, including a month's pre-production, bang, bang, bang, 'Mutt' clearly wanting to capture the excitement generated by these 21-year-old 'let's go for its'. But 'Pyromania' now that was a different story, with band and producer (Lange again) making a conscious decision at the outset to pin back the ears of a generation with something of genuine lasting quality; an attempt to update the glories of Queen's 'Sheer Heart Attack' and 'Night At The Opera' LPs...

They went for it in a big way and 10 months later came up trumps, creating a slice of history that many have doubted they'll be able to top; an album that left the whole of the music industry wide-eyed and open-mouthed, and caused bands both big and small to almost instantly re-assess their directions and aims. A (hard) labour of love still selling around a thousand a week, it broke taboos and set fresh standards right down the line.

"Hopefully, it'll be an Heavy Metal 'Sergeant Pepper...'," says Elliott, "who knows, but we've got to do more. It'd be tragic if our best album was our third and we end up doing 17 LPs."

Whatever the next album sounds like, however, Joe's convinced that it's gonna be slated by the press. He's resigned himself to the fact (not having heard the record beyond a few notes ricocheting out of the studio doors, I really can't comment), but, along with bassist Rick Savage and guitarists Steve Clark/Phil Collen, he's ploughing on regardless, helping to create something different to 'Pyromania' in content yet as good, if not better, overall.

"Since 'Pyromania' we're two years on technically," he explains. "The Fairlights are better, the keyboards are better and the microphones are better. And we're two years more experienced, of course. Actually, we keep putting on 'Pyromania' and listening to it back-to-back with what we've done; you have to imagine it without the mix, but it's definitely up there to my ears."

JOE ELLIOTT leans forward in the chair, tucks a fold of his rather battered dressing gown tight against private parts and pours himself another glass of one cal Coke. This for the moment is home, and has been since the middle of August: a simple hotel room in Holland ten minutes drive from the studio complex. Originally, the band were due to play the 'Mick Wall Festival' in Rio, but they eventually decided against it on grounds of not wanting to interrupt recording. So while certain jammy so-and-so's were sunning themselves on the Copacabana sands (maaaan!!), Elliott and co, tax exiles all, were trudging across frozen lakes, wrapped up tight against temperatures of 25° below! Still, there's always next year And if nothing else, in their present position the four are conveniently cut off from all domestic distractions. Through the hotel room window I can see Dirk, Elliott's treasured Renault 12 (and centrespread star of Kerrang! 79), basking quietly in the hazy sunlight, the central motif on an idyllic pastel canvas shaded only by the distant foghorn fuming of an adrenalised Peter Mensch. Somewhere, behind closed doors, he's informing an unfortunate Halfin that a five-piece outfit close to the latter's wallet have been 'stiffing' horribly in the South, and he doesn't mean Torquay! Let's just say he's on form...

Later, on the flight back to London, having persuaded Mensch to fund my purchase of a duty free Sony Walkman in tasteful pink, I tentatively suggest that the forthcoming Leppard biography should be titled 'Me & My Whine'...

"OH, YEAH, DAAAN-TAY!!" he snaps, blood vessels popping like balloons, "AND HOW LONG DID IT TAKE YOU TO THINK THAT ONE UP???"

Back to business...

"We've always upheld the theory," theorises Joe as things quieten down, "that we don't want to put out a record every nine months. We'd much rather put out a record every two to three years that's of real good quality

"When we started this album 'Mutt' was involved; we did pre-production with him in Dublin, Ireland, which is why we've put him down again on the songwriting credits. It's an honesty thing with us. He doesn't write anything as such; the six of us just sit round a table with a piece of paper in front of us and guitars turned down really low, then whoever chucks in an idea - be it Rick or 'Sav' or me or 'Mutt' - we play with it."

"Steve, for example, will come up with an idea and 'Mutt' will say, 'Change that round', 'Use this', 'Do it in another key', ' or whatever. It just creases me up to think that there are some people out there who look at us and say, 'Ha! They can't write their own songs', which isn't true at all. And even if it was, I'd much rather be involved with an album that sold six million copies co-written with a producer than one that sold 200,000 copies that wasn't."

Surely helping with the arrangements and so on is part of a producer's job, though "Yeah, right, but it's almost as if it's some kind of crime to let your producer be involved. That's what a producer's there for - to kick you up the arse and bring out the best that you can do. We encourage 'Mutt' to be involved and we repay him by sticking his name on the songwriting credits. Who cares! It's only a bloody song anyway..."

Isn't it true, though, that a lot of producers are really just glorified engineers and can't make the extra step up to that level of involvement?

"Yes, that is true, but 'Mutt's an exception anway because the guy's a musician, he's been an engineer since he left school - he's been doing it for 17 years and he's only in his early thirties now and he's also a brilliant singer and great songwriter, so you've got everything going for you! Whereas an engineer will be able to tell you if something's out of tune, 'Mutt' can go further than that and say, 'It doesn't feel right' or 'Sing it this way, shape your mouth like this, let's alter the phrasing'. "With most engineers, if it's in tune and it's what you want then it's a take, and that's all their job is, because if it's that way round it's normally the band who are producing, the way we are with this album. I noticed in Kerrang! it implied that Nigel Green is now producing – he's not, we are. Nigel's assisting." "Actually, he's worked with us on our last two albums, though not as main engineer. Mike Shipley was always our main engineer. Nigel's as good as Mike, it's just that at the time he was involved in other projects; so when Mike took a holiday or went to the dentist Nigel would come in. We've never worked with him on a long term basis before but we do know him."

What happened with 'Mutt' Lange, though? As I understand it, he originally agreed to produce the album as well as help out on pre-production...

"Yeah. In fact, he was still going to do it last February. We started with pre-production, as you've mentioned, but it soon became obvious that 'Mutt' was in no state to see the whole thing through. The Cars' album ('Heartbeat City') nearly killed him; our last album nearly killed him, and the Foreigner record ('IV') the same. I think he's just reached the stage now where to attain certain standards you're talking about grafting for a long time."

"The way we worked on 'Pyromania', for example, we were doing 20 hour days and the guy was sleeping on the couch in the control room. You just can't do that forever, so for the sake of his health he made a wise decision not to do our album. At the time, we were panicking; we thought, 'Oh, Christ!', cos things had all been planned. It wasn't a case of us being afraid of what the album would sound like if 'Mutt' wasn't there, it was simply the availability of other producers that we were concerned about. With top people like Ted Templeman, Mike Stone or Trevor Horn, you've got to book 'em years in advance, you can't just get in touch two weeks before you want to start..."

"Actually, we did approach Templeman just to see how much he wanted, and I don't think he was too keen to do it; he put in such a ridiculous money offer that no band in the world would have accepted it! But then we really wanted somebody a bit different, anyhow. We were interested in the people I've already mentioned initially because we thought, well, these are the names that we've listened to, Bob Ezrin, y'know. But then we started to think about people like Alex Sadkin, who we found was doing the new Foreigner album ('Agent Provocateur'). Trevor Horn would have worked with us in England, but Chris Thomas (Roxy Music, Procol Harum) turned us down flat - he obviously doesn't like us. We actually tried to get Phil Collins, who was interested but tied up with the latest Clapton LP ('Behind The Sun')."

So you were looking at people outside the world of heavy rock...

"Yeah, we were looking at up and coming producers like Terry Manning, who's engineered for ZZ Top, and Steve Lillywhite, who's yet to do a hard rock album but possibly could do a good one. Some of us were interested in him, some of us weren't. I like the fullness of Simple Minds' 'Sparkle In The Rain' LP, it's brill, but sounds are really no problem for us now, we can get good sounds; the thing we always like to have is musical input, and that's where we thought Steinman would come into his own. I mean, the guy's a good songwriter and he's had a hell of a lot of success with what he does."

He worked on the last Billy Squier album, 'Signs Of Life', with Tony Platt, didn't he?

"Yeah, well, he 'navigated' it is what Squier says. We thought, OK, we'll get the sounds and let him do the producing, but it turned out that Jim wasn't really what any of us thought he would be. In fact, I wonder how he's ever got a production credit on anything - especially with Squier, the kind of ego he's got. I can't understand why he even let Steinman's name appear on his album cos we're not putting it on ours."

What was the problem with Steinman then?

"Ahh... I wouldn't be lying if I said that you could have done it as well. I mean that. The guy just sat there reading 'Country Life' all day and going, 'Yeah, yeah, that sounds good', when it plainly wasn't. He's simply not used to recording the way we record. When we said, 'Listen, this is the way we work, you'd better get used to it', he tried and he couldn't. He just could not hear if something was wrong."

Were your standards too exacting for him, do you think?

"Possibly, yeah. It sounds strange to say that, though, cos to me those standards are normal. Doing 'Pyromania' was like going to college; I've grown up listening to things a certain way. As far as I'm concerned, getting the timing, the tuning and the feel spot on is the usual way to work, but Jim Steinman for all his reputation - could not hear it."

"After a while, we just thought, well, this is silly, we're wasting our time and money and wasting his time, though we weren't too bothered about that cos he wasn't too bothered about the project. I honestly don't think he was doing it for any reason other than credibility in the States. "We'd say, 'Right, we start at 12', and he'd wander in at 3.30. We'd stay till 12 or one in the morning, then he'd go back to his hotel and start writing songs for his own future projects, and he'd be up till nine o'clock doing that. So when he finally got round to us, he'd only had five hours sleep. he wasn't there half the time. I mean, he was there in body but not in mind. We found more and more that we were doing the work, which was fine, we didn't mind doing it, we just thought, why the hell should we be giving this guy so many points and so many dollars to sit there reading 'Country Life'!"

So how much did you manage to accomplish with Steinman?

"We did about eight backing tracks and scrapped them; almost everything has been done again. And even the things that went down were our decision Steinman never overruled us on anything. If he said a certain take was good and we said it was bad, we'd do it again."

Who was actually getting the sounds at this stage?

"Us and Neil Dorfsman, Steinman's engineer. He was good, actually, cos he was doing all the work. Jim was the ears of the partnership, but the ears were plugged up, I think..."

"Y'know, it annoys me intensely when a producer walks into a control room and says, "This carpet has got to go!' Sod the desk, that's not important. An SSL desk, 150,000 quid's worth of equipment, and the carpet's got to go! He even had the carpet changed in his hotel room. The guy was living in a suite while we were happy in rooms with a fridge and a cooker. Obviously, we paid for it all..."

"And the food! He went out to the North of Holland and had a 12 course meal! Which is fine, that's his personality, but when somebody walks into a studio and says the carpet has got to go... if I'd been there I'd have decked him. Seriously. Who gives a flying s**t what the carpet looks like!"

How long did Steinman last, then?

"Oh, we dumped Jim about November, we gave him a fair chance. We thought, well, alright, we're doing the spadework, what he might consider the boring side of the album, let's see what he's like on vocals, maybe that's his strongpoint. He did tell us that he spent something like five weeks trying to get Meat Loaf to sing one line, so we thought, OK, the guy's definitely got stamina."

"But when it came to doing vocals with me, it was exactly the same situation as with the backing tracks - everything was my decision. He'd say, 'Yeah, that's good', and I'd go, 'Jim, it's f**king useless!' I'd run out of breath at the end of a line cos I wasn't quite familiar with what I was singing, and he'd say, 'It's got a bit of feel'. Isn't that pathetic?!"

"I mean, Steve and Phil wanted to get rid of him two weeks after he was here. But I just kept saying, 'Give the guy a chance, blah, blah, blah' made meself look a right arsehole. But it was only fair to let him get to the vocal stage of things."

"Anyway, when Steinman went we all sat down and asked Mensch to sort out which other producers were available. We put down everybody we thought might be good. Mike Shipley couldn't do it cos he was off co-producing the new Loverboy album, so we just suggested Nigel. We were doing a better job than Steinman, so we thought, well, what's the point getting in another producer? We send 'Mutt' the odd tape now and then and he sends it back saying, 'It sounds brilliant to me', which shows that we can do it, so we are."

Has having Phil Collen involved from the start of this album (he became a Leppard member during the recording of 'Pyromania', replacing guitarist Pete Willis) made things different in any way?

"Yeah, it means that the songwriting's changed a little; Phil's input is better than Pete's ever was. Steve will always be the major songwriter, I think, but he's really encouraged Phil a lot. He doesn't just sit down and say, 'I want to write all the songs', stuff like that. In fact, everything that Steve's written, he's written with Phil in the same room... Phil's probably involved in eight of the 10 songs on the album."

And what about 'Sav'? He writes too, doesn't he?

"Yeah, but 'Sav's weird; I can't get to grips with him sometimes. More than anyone else in this band he likes your Journeys and your Bryan Adams, occasionally even the odd Duran Duran song, yet he was the one who came up with 'Stagefright' and 'No No No'. And on this new album he's got a number called 'Ring Of Fire' - not a cover of the famous Johnny Cash song! which is an uptempo, thrash, crash, Metal job. He just never writes like the people he listens to."

Will Steve and Phil be sharing the guitar breaks on the new LP?

"Oh yeah, 50/50, right down the middle. Actually, they argue about who's gonna do 'em; not in the sense of, 'I wanna do this', but Phil's telling Steve that he should do a certain solo and Steve's saying, 'No you do it, it's more up your street'. I remember hearing stories about KK (Downing) and Glenn (Tipton) from Priest not talking to each other for four months at a time, but it's the other way round with Steve and Phil. The only thing they argue about is who's gonna buy the drinks!"

What about you, though? You play a bit of guitar...

"Badly!"

...have you written anything on the new record?

"Er... I did come up with some stuff but I don't think it got used. I wrote little bits on the last album, but my main worry is obviously melodies, lyrics and vocals."

"Sometimes, though, we'll have a vocal line and work the backing around that. We've got this one new song, 'Armageddon It', which is Piltdown, just two chords all the way through; it's based around a tongue-in-cheek vocal thing."

Is it a 'Rock Of Ages' type number?

"I suppose it is a bit, yeah. The vocals come out from all over the place once it gets going. It's just a totally stupid lyric... like 'Rock Of Ages', just a piss-take of ourselves, though not mocking the fans in any way."

"And then there's 'Ring Of Fire', which I've already mentioned. It's actually about an Indian meal, the day after, but nobody would ever know that... well, they will now!"

When you're writing lyrics, do you ever think about how the song will work live?

"Not really, no. Obviously, a number like 'Rock Till You Drop' is a stage song, and the same with 'Stagefright', but I've never consciously sat down and thought, well, I'd better come up with two songs about 'Rock This Place To The Ground', or whatever, and one meaningful one about Vietnam, and another about a vigilante in New York. They just turn out that way. You do it in moods. I was probably watching something about Vietnam on TV and 'Die Hard The Hunter' (from the 'Pyromania' LP) came out, and I'd probably been to see 'Deathwish' when I wrote 'Billy's Got A Gun' (also on 'Pyromania'). I can't remember, I just do it."

"I actually wrote 'Photograph' (ditto) while I was sitting on the bog. I was stuck for a chorus and I had a picture of Marilyn Monroe staring me in the face... Bob's your uncle!"

When you made the decision to go for something extra with the 'Pyromania' album, were you confident that you could pull it off?

"We were confident, yeah, very confident, because 'Mutt' was producing. We just had so much faith in the guy and in return he had total confidence in what we were doing. We didn't see how we could go wrong, though Mensch was tearing his hair out when we were nearly a million pounds in debt and the record company were drumming their fingers waiting. I think we had to sell 1.2 million copies of 'Pyromania' to break even, we were in a real big mess..."

"I mean, I nearly had a nervous breakdown, I just couldn't handle it. I was going through so much crap towards the end - do it again, do it again... I got what a lot of singers get, 'Lastitis', which comes from the pressure of finishing. We went through a lot of hell on that record..."

Including, of course, the slightly wobbly exit of young Mr Willis...

"Yeah, but in all honesty I think that did us more good than anything. The thing is, you sometimes take situations for granted and then all of a sudden something like that happens and it's like, wow, it's different, there's only four of us, he's gone, really gone. I mean, Phil joined the day after, but then he almost joined back in '81."

"I tried to get him cos we were having trouble with Willis in America. I rang Phil up and said, 'Can you learn 16 songs in two days?' He said, 'I'll try', but that was just totally out of desperation, there's no way he could have done it. However, when Pete started to act in the studio like he did on tour, which was making Keith Moon look like a bloody vicar, it was time for him to go."

Why doesn't he get some help?

"Well, I think he's beyond help, to tell the truth. He doesn't even realise he needs it, he doesn't accept he's got a problem, though the guy's been in hospital twice as a result of drink and drugs. He had a collapsed liver or something, and epileptic fits, God knows what."

That hasn't happened to the rest of you, though, and you're all the same age, you've all worked your way up together...

"No, it's just him. Pete's always had something to prove, y'see, probably because he's a midget. The guy thought he was 10 feet tall when he was pissed and he'd be taking on people as big as you it didn't work. He was like a gigantic ball and chain around our ankles..."

THE LATEST whisper on Willis is that he's currently swanning around the environs of Sheffield, complete with Rolls Royce and minder, recounting tales of some hush-hush supergroup he might be throwing in his frets with. Elliott finds it hard to take the whole thing seriously, and I think it's fair to say that the recording of album number four is proceeding all the smoother for the wee man's absence.

Already, a number of lead vocals are complete, and the band (employing two studios simultaneously) are steadily piecing together their ten new songs, ready to convince a waiting world that Life After 'Pyromania' does exist.

So what's on the boil? Well, in no particular order, there's 'Armageddon It' and 'Ring Of Fire', already mentioned, 'Excitable', 'Gods Of War', 'Fractured Love', 'Don't Shoot The Shotgun' (Stonesy, I'm assured), 'Animal', 'Love Bites' (a ballad), 'Run Riot' and the enticingly handled 'Women', all proudly produced by the Leppard members themselves, who, without the invaluable 'Mutt' Marten to administer the prods, are taking great and serious pleasure in booting each other up the bum! "Actually, I never envisaged us producing ourselves," admits Joe, "I thought it might be the one thing that would lead to us falling out. It's always been dead important to us that Leppard is a friends situation; we want to keep the element of why we started. Five mates who can still go into the same bar and look each other in the face after seven years. Happily, that's the way it's remained, and producing ourselves is working really well..."

The new album, which now looks set to be mixed by Lange in the UK, an added bonus, should be available by August, after which the band plan to tear up the tarmac on a world tour of, well... y'know. The idea, it seems, is to blow away the studio cobwebs with about eight shows in Ireland, some in smaller places, then steer a course for the UK, perhaps for a September stint (the British dates have already been put back four times!) of 20 or so gigs. A headline appearance at Wembley Arena isn't too far off for the boys, according to Queen's Brian May, a staunch Leppard supporter, but this time around I reckon they'll settle for something a little more cosy.

Next tour, though Europe too seems odds on to cop a visit, particularly as 'Pyromania' has now shifted over 100,000 copies in France and is making a late burst for the tape in Scandinavia as well. Business in Germany, however, remains a little slow, and as for Holland... well, now we're talking about a massive 639 units shifted. Still, at least it means the band don't have to worry about being recognised. Def what?!

By December Leppard should be into America, after which it's likely they'll travel to Japan, though probably not Australia, that stage of the tour having lost them around 60 grand last Feb. Indeed, all in all, their schedule will be less arduous than last time, including more days off to recover and recharge. The band should certainly feel healthier as a result, but then with the Rick Allen episode having shocked the Leppard camp into a highly body-conscious state, that's the way things are heading anyway "I don't want to waste away and vegetate," explains Joe. "I'm 25, I'm supposed to be at the peak of my fitness; I'm supposed to be Glenn Hoddle but I wasn't. I'd run a mile and be out of breath. Now I can run a six minute mile, no trouble, and I do half an hour's worth of exercises every day. 'Sav', Phil and myself all go jogging too - we take less for granted now than we did before..."

#the bit about Steve and Phil writing together 🥹#def leppard #magazine scan #my scans

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el-buzz · 4 months

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📚 Cg! Clay HCS!!! 💚🎶

Aggagaggaggag first hc list I do EVERRR (so please be kind (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) /💗💗)

Cg! Clay x Agere! Reader!!

pretty much gender neutral!!

Cw: caps lock (just me having happy outbursts), um lotsa author notes and commentary I just wanna talk about him and about how he would be as a cg :ccc, also this is incredibly self indulgent

Also there was no proof reading ☠️

(Crossposted on ao3 @Soft_Buzz!! oh and I’ll update this if I get a new hc idea)

Anyways here you go 💚:

•nicknames for you: kiddo, baby, bubba, bubba wubba (he’s squeezing your cheeks and baby talking you 😭😭), prince/princess/ lil highness/royal, and a number of other sweet nicknames or any that you prefer!

•he would be suuuuuch a sweet and doting caregiver waaaaaaah but he would definitely ensue rules for you! Calm and Strict(ish) cg! Clay would pull up to make sure you are safe and healthy even if you are feeling big!!

•he’d hate to see you hurt or sick, but he’d do everything thing in his power to nurse you back to health :]!

•Clay would definitely provide his kiddo with healthy snack or with fruit or veggie cups!

•Although Clay’s sorta strict he can be soooo soft he always want to hold you, whether it’s your hand/pinkie or cuddle up with you.

•You are his battery and he wants to recharge.

* HE WOULD SOOOO READ TO YOUUUU AHHH he loooooves reading so ofc he’d love to share that interest with his little one

• (please it’s the cutest thing ever)

• imagine him beside you with a book open (he has his reading glasses on :3) and as he reads, he gives all the different characters different voices and will always put emotion into his reading voice, which always leads to you giggling or you gasping in surprise.

• One time you insisted that you were big enough for his sad book club and that you wouldn’t become a big puddle of tears so he gave you Charlotte’s Web to read.

• You were a mess. You didn’t stop being sad for the next couple of HOURS (yes this is a reference to that JD fan art ifykyk☠️)

• Clay had to give you so many hugs, cuddles, and kisses to make up for it. He thought it’d be funny, but he sorta forgot how emotional of a little one you can be.

• “I’m so so sorry baby.” *kiss* “How can I make it up to you?? I’ll do anything”

• oh you’d grin a that. You choose to either do dress up WITH make up or draw on his face and mess around with his hair. AND ice cream.

• You took soooo many pictures (and you may or may have not shared them with Viva, Poppy, and his brothers) Clay says he hates you for it, but secretly believes it was so worth it to see that sparkle in your eyes

• he bought you a piggy and a spider (with little bb spiders) stuffie. Even if you have arachnophobia, you hugged those stuffies while crying happy tears. You gave him a tight hug which he softly returned and gave you a forehead kiss.

• (This whole event was also the birth of your happy scrapbook club!! (even though it just you :} ) )

• You and Clay will just sit together while reading different things. Him with some well recognized and praised novel or book and you with a happy lil scrapbook in your hands!

• I’d also like to think he has a puppet character like Bandit does with unicorse! (Maybe a dragon but that just me :])

• (Clay and Branch be matching with their ventriloquism skills lol)

• If you seem to be clumsy or fall often he starts to develop a sort of spider sense for it and will catch you before disaster happens

• OKOK I know this is gonna sound random buuuut I believe Clay is the type to carry lollipops, and sometimes other candy, around. Idk like I can just picture him a with a lollipop in his mouth trying to look all serious/mysterious and nonchalant LOL

• ANYWAYS back to the Agere stuff

• I think that after completing a task or being good, Clay would def give his kiddo a lollipop as a treat!! that orrrrr if his kiddo seems to be regressing in public and they really want/need a paci or just something to fixate on then boom!!! Lollipop! :D

• Talking about rewards

• This man would sooooo spoil you!! you’re his treasure and he wants you to know it!!

• He’ll either get you food you’ve been craving or a stuffed animal/little gear orrrr both!!

• (Because of the two of you, you now have a chest fuuuull of stuffies Woops💧)

• You always try to show your appreciation by giving him small handmade gifts!! A lil pop up card, bead bracelets (you definitely have matching bracelets), even something crocheted/knitted, and pretty much any arts n crafts you can make!

• Now onto funny business ( •̀ - • )!

• so ofc when it first came to having fun and being playful with you he was bit scared

• can you blame him???

• He’d spent A LOT of time trying to get rid/away from the tittle of being the fun boy

• Ofc through lot of reassurance you let him know that he can have fun and play with you and still be a very serious caregiver!

• you help him understand that being funny and silly every once in a while doesn’t hurt and that he should try to find a balance that work for him! Which he eventually does :D!!

• I like to believe that he’d be great at playing pretend and hide and seek!

• “Worry not your highness!! You will protect you from the dragon!” (It’s one of your plushies)

• “Wherever could my kiddo be?? They must have turned invisible!!” (he can hear your giggles which just makes his smile wider)

• Although he really tries to be there for you, he’s a reaaaally busy man :((( but he still tries to spend time with you through parallel play! While he’s doing his grown up paperwork, you get to colooor!! (or draw or scrapbook or anything really) as long you promise to be good and not distract him

• (plus the sooner he’s done the sooner he can give you all his attention! so it’s a win-win situation :D)

• Actually if you were feeling extra lil you’d just get a paper and scribble on it with crayon trying to copy Clay’s mannerisms (when he sees this he’s physically holding himself back from just picking you up, cradling you, and just babying you waaaah you’re gonna be the end of him)

• oh and he would sooo keep your little artworks in his working area (they bring a sweet smile to his face and warm his soul you’re the best kiddo he could have ever asked for)

• You also get to have cuddles while he works! Sometimes he’ll just sit you on his lap with a stuffie or two while he wraps an arm around you and litters your head or face with kisses!

• Now onto not so funny business ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა

• sometimes Clay’ll have a rough or tiring day :((

* and that’s okk caregivers have their moments too!

• He’ll usually want to cuddle with you and hold you close. (You are his stuffie :D)

• He might even tickle you or blow raspberries on your tummy (if you give him permission ofc!!) which often leaves you with a giggling and squirming fit.

• He just loves seeing you laugh and smile (especially if it’s him who made you happy :] you just brighten his day so much sometimes)

• One time he was just so tired and just laying down on the couch and then you brought one stuffie to him and then two till you pretty much had him buried under almost all of your stuffies!!

* You then proceeded to lay on top of him, and Clay just sticks both arms out from under the pile while smiling softly with his eyes closed.

• Let’s just say you guys woke up with stuffed animals scattered eeeeeverywhere

• If you’re a kiddo/baby who tends to get overwhelmed easily, he’ll get you some noise canceling/dampening headphones and just wraps you in a soft blanket like a little burrito.

• He’ll also either get you an eye mask or will lower the lights if he can. (And if you’re feeling lil enough then a paci too!!)

• After doing any of this, he’ll just bring you onto his lap and whisper sweet lil nothings to you till you feel better or seem to fall asleep :D!

• would enforce a bed time >:( (he is a very very veeeery serious guy after all)

• but luckily bedtime means a bottle or sippy of sweet sleepy tea and a storyyyy :D!!

• Forehead kisses!! (CALL ME BIASED CAUSE I LOOOOOVE FOREHEAD KISSES but I stand by what I say.

• Oh and if he’s ever gonna to be very busy for the day and he won’t be able to take care of his kiddo, he’d ask Viva to help him take care of you!!

• Plus who doesn’t love babysitter Viva??? She’s so energetic and fun with you, but she’ll definitely tone it down for you 💛

• she’s also super strong so she’ll definitely carry you or give you a piggy back ride if you ask :>!

• She also give you lots of candies and sugary foods but shhhhh don’t tell Clay itsa secret (but I think the sugar rush/crash you have when he picks you up from Viva’s tells him more than enough

• (I feel like he would trust all his brothers with you (especially Bruce) except JD 😭😭)

• He would sooooo grab your cheeks and squeeze them like he did to Branch when first seeing him again

• Expect him to do that whenever he just wants to dote on you and baby you even if you’re feeling bigger than usual he just loves youuuu! 💚💚💚

In summary: I need this man bc he is the bestest boyfriend and caregiver ever!!

Final notes!:

I love likes but comments and reposts are greatly appreciate (I love to talk if you can’t tell) type something out and let me know what you think 💗💗

If anybody would like to use any of the hcs/scenarios for a fanfic tots fine with me just don’t forget to tag me for credit and so I can see it :DD!!

#I’m saying this even though there’s like NO ONE under the agere tag for this fandom.#Which is surprising like where are you all???? Huh?!?! Huh?!?!#Like c’mon it’s agere galore! Colors! Music! AND Family reunion and Love!!#Plus two great and amazing and lovable villains #Branch was literally abandoned as a baby! (Plus other brothers also have problems/struggles)#Just take the bait and write/do Agere stuff for them!! 😭😭(help I sound mean but I meant that in a nice way)#but I get it the fandom feels like it’s dying on here. I just got here y’all don’t die on me already 😭😭)#(Genuinely don’t think anyone wanted this but oh well I’m sending it out to the world with a mission to complete #which is bring happiness!!)#(mostly for myself tho lol)#I can’t believe I did all of this instead of a college essay #trolls agere #clay #sfw agere #trolls 3 #age regression #being brave out here and using clay x reader in the post just to see what happens #if i get any hatred i’ll immediately remove it :/

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absolutebl · 11 months

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This Week in BL

June 2023 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - There sure is a lot of drinking in this show (who am I to talk?). Omg so awkward: The not-break-up not-confession. I have heartburn. Also I could not watch Jeng break down. Just nope. Then time jump? If that was our DOOM episode the timing is off. Or next week is the final? Or we get 3 eps of domestic bliss and sexitimes? I’m confused.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 9 of 10 - I like how trope-subversive this show is - first soulmates, then love triangle, now the faen fatal. NO SINGING. Oh good. They didn’t! Yay! So yeah I still love it. But I am also still a touch scared of where it might go. This one can’t be trusted.

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 5 of 12 - not a bad ep this week or was I too drunk to register nuance and damage? You decide. Trash watch here.

Luminous Solution (Sat Gaga) ep 5 of 6 - I always have to psyche myself up to watch this show, because I want to fast forward through most of it, but it’s on Gaga so that’s damn near impossible. At least this is the penultimate episode. I think after 3 BLs I can safely say Gun is just not a good actor. Speaking of... crying clothed in the shower? I haven’t seen that trope in years. But I LOVE the high school boys and their story so much. Love Sick level of earnest floppy goodness, I’m such a sucker for this kind of romance. I want them to be in a completely different BL. I’m so conflicted. I NEED this show to end so I can decide how I feel about it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love Tractor (Korea Weds iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 8 - So much is happening, evil x-boyfriend shows up. We got flashbacks to coming-out drama + nasty dad (super unusual for a KBL). But baby’s first taste of desire is hilarious. This one is full of lovely contrasts, and contrasting life experiences. It’s all about support and neglect.

Tokyo in April AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 2 of 8 - Very much full of hero worship and giving me My Beautiful Man vibes (only softer and office set). “Dazzling” = always an interesting word when it comes up in JBL subs. It’s clearly a Japanese word/concept like kawaii that is more complex than the English word being used. Meanwhile, this being Japan we get lots of hints as to separation and dark past events.

Tie The Knot (prev Under the Same Sky) (Pinoy YouTube) eps 1-2 of 8 - From OXIN Films (Rainbow Prince), based on a true story (?!), Briggs's family runs a bridal business but he has never fallen in love until he meets a groom to be in an arranged marriage. EXACTLY the same premise at Mame’s forthcoming Wedding Planner. There are so many characters and prospective couples (including a v bi girl with a female fuck buddy, not seen that in a BL before) that it is a little hard to keep straight (heh). I’m sure it will shake out. It’s intriguing so far, if a touch silly. I actually like the arranged marriage premise because the two rich kids involved in it are so weirdly kind & platonically sweet to each other, even if they’re both on the same page about it only being for show.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) ep 7 & 8 of 12 - Apparently there is very little difference between a cat and a demanding princess of a boyfriend. That clocks. Basically this was the dating times.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - There is a lot more meat to this silly little BL then I thought there would be given the premise, but it’s Japan so that’s as it should be. But, as it’s Japan there’s also a little too much cringe for me. I do enjoy how generous Japan is with late bloomers and I would def like to host a kimchi party but otherwise... meh.

Stupid Genius (Vietnam Fri YouTube) ep 3 of 6 - Bi erasure still alive and well I see. This one remains fine for VBL but no more than that.

It’s airing but ...

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) 12 eps - I bounced at ep 3. Will binge if told it is worth it at end.

Stay (Pinoy YouTube) 7 eps - It’s mostly in English and set in LA so I’m not bothering but the first one did drop.

Ever After (Pinoy YouTube) - I investigated but as spies reported it's a real mess (not a hot one). Don’t bother.

About Us but Not About Us (Pinoy Prime?) - from 2022 supposed to be finally getting inter distribution, didn’t show in my territory. A professor grieving the loss of his partner meets an ambitious literature student. I’m not fussed.

Stay With Me ... NO!

In case you missed it

What Did You Eat Yesterday movie, BL Express posted a review. I’ve yet to get hold of it but if you enjoy Our Dining Table this is it’s grown up parent series & movie.

Café in Love - I finally got around to watching this. And frankly it hits all the tropes but is so damn bad. The setting is cute, the central brotherly relationship is sweet, the side cast is v queer (baby gay has all these auntie queens catting about) and some complex bisexual awakenings but… but… everything else is a chemistry void. Some fun language wordplay and exploration of cultural tropes like cheek kissing does not save it from an unnecessary amount of punching and a but ton of sexual harassment and statutory rape. No thank you. I had to rewatch Destiny Seeker to get over this. 3/10

I gave up

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I? Apparently it finished. I still can’t find it but it’ll be off this list next week.

Why You (Khmer ????) - Billed as a horror romance, not sure if this is a movie or a series where it aired... nothing except that it exists.

Next Week Looks Like This:

3 BLs are finishing but nothing is starting up. We running lean these days.

Just started today (Sunday): Dinosaur Love (Thai iQIYI) Trailer 10 eps - from Ultimate Troop about a uni student, Rak, whose partner cheats on him with Rak's best friend. This gives bad boy hazer Dino an opportunity to hit on Rak at last. From The Yearbook people so I shouldn’t watch this as it airs. After Remember Me? I swore never again with them. But there’s so little on right now, I might fall on the pulp sword.

I’ll include it in next week’s summation.

I’ll have the July 2023 upcoming for you next week too.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I love him, Your Honor. (Be My Favorite... HIM, he’s my favorite.)

I love them, Your Honor. (Luminous Solution)

Watch a tiny GL ship set sail across the seas of overly optimistic tumblrs... (La Pluie)

MY PRECIOUS! OMG I LOVE HER SO MUCH. (Tie the Knot)

Incidentally, I would like a future as a dictatorial elder queer running a slightly shady business fleecing the straights via their dumb marriage traditions surrounded by nubile half-naked hotties.

And ya know what? I think this is achievable life goal for me.

Gotta go, I have a future to plan.

(Last week.)

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Best Lover | PJM

Pairing: CEO’s Assistant Jimin x CEO’s Daughter Reader

Genre: Secret Established Relationship AU, Masquerade, Smut, PWP

Summary: Though hiding a relationship had its struggles, you and Jimin made it work. Which meant learning about each other, knowing the way you both function, understanding flaws…and teaching Jimin how to be the best lover he can be for you.

Inspired by Best Lover by BIBI

Warning: hush hush ;-), your dad is THAT type of dad who is also oblivious, joon is a true one🫡, jimin has silver locks in this lol, switch Jimin x switch oc (no specified power dynamic but oc def more needy), semi-public, oral (m. and f. receiving), fucking with the masks on (masks fucking hehehe), praises, multiple orgasms, protected sex, these little shits are lovey dovey, surprise ending :D

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: FINALLY A SHORTER ONE SHOT!!! Just had this idea a while back because I was obsessed with this song. The story is literally smut so…Hope you enjoy! There’s a lot I have planned

Also posted on AO3!!

Stolen glances were made from across the banquet hall. Those cocoa shimmering slit eyes hidden behind that ivory animal mask with antlers tried focusing on the conversation before him, but he was too distracted by your keen ones. Your eye contact kept its stance while “listening” to your friend in front of you talking in theories once again. Couldn’t blame yourself, you loved your friend but they somehow confused you at times when they opened their mouth.

“Do you have an eye problem with someone?” A voice finally shattered your distant attention for you to finally look at your friend.

You looked up at your friend’s tall stature before saying, “Nope, your thoughts just bore me right now.” You sipped on your champagne glass, in an attempt to calm yourself down after getting caught at the delicious man on the other side of the room.

Namjoon rolled his eyes before shaking his head, “You know if you keep doing that, you’re gonna get caught.”

“Please, I’m not.” You disagreed. “Look around, everyone’s distracted with these dang masks.” You said as you pointed at the golden and plum colored designed mask on you.

Well, you weren’t wrong. Attending a masquerade ball meant no one knew who was who until you actually introduced yourself, which most of the time, you didn’t as you hid away from annoying pretentious individuals and media. In a way, this themed event was the perfect time for you to let a little loose…if you know what I mean.

Though half of his face was covered by a red and white mask with gold accents, you saw him raising an eyebrow at you. “Feeling rather bold tonight, aren’t we?” The blush crept up on your disguised face, eyes shying away from your good friend to see the scenery you were in. Nevertheless, you knew he was right.

Your view shifted back at those familiar eyes from across the setting, only this time, he was too distracted and invested with the esteemed guests in conversation, and most importantly, your father on this side.

He was with your dad, his respective boss, the CEO of Jeon Corporation and you were the daughter of the acclaimed Jeon Jungwoo. A mysterious socialite in the public eye because you didn’t share much about yourself and kept your personal life low. None of your friends weren’t in the spotlight, apart from Namjoon, whose parents are owners of the well-known chain restaurant, KimBamBap.

You internally sighed, wishing that you were in your father’s position instead, except you would be more cuddled into his side and pecking his cheek from time to time.

You guessed that was what happens when you were in a secretive relationship and deeply in love with your father’s assistant, Park Jimin.

When you first met Jimin, it was a very embarrassing moment…for you at least. Your father has been setting you up with potentials for the past year, in hopes you can start dating and get married before you turned thirty which was bullshit but whatever, you know? Almost all were a bust. Some were pretentious, others’ personalities were one-dimensional, and the rest…were just not right. One date got so bad, you left in the middle of it. You didn’t even remember their name afterward. Running away from the paparazzi and any people, you kinda drank your sadness, thinking how alone you were, near the pier on a normal Wednesday night.

All of a sudden, came along a stranger with a cute miniature dog, concerned with the sounds of crying while on a stroll. Lo and behold, it was Jimin. But because you were drunk, you were very flirty and more outspoken than usual. An alter ego, if you must. Not to mention, how you straight up grabbed his canine from the ground and cuddled with the pet on a bench.

Though suspicious of your actions, he was in a blushing frenzy and thought you were very attractive. He realized your drinking through the green bottles on the side of you, so you were probably gonna be embarrassed by your behavior afterward. With your subconscious in front and noticing how handsome Jimin was, you unapologetically kissed him—even tried to get some tongue in—but he pushed you away in your intoxicated respect. Ashamed, you fled the scene and took a cab home. You eventually forgot his name but not his face, even under the fluorescent moonlight. It was a moment of weakness but you moved forward from there.

Or so you thought because a couple of weeks later, your father invited you to a company dinner and introduced you to Jimin, his new assistant. You felt so regretful and wanted to die in a hole. Yet Jimin didn’t seem to tease you much on it but rather wanted to start all over and introduce one another properly this time. And being one of the few younger ones at this event, there was no doubt a connection sparked.

Eventually, your conversations turned into much flirting and innuendos to the point, you both kinda cracked during the Christmas party that following year…in some random room…probably the cleaning closet. You don’t know really, but all you knew was how functional Jimin was beyond being your dad’s assistant.

Though you’d expect a "friends with benefits" type of deal, a loving blossoming relationship bloomed out of it. In between those intimate times, Jimin took you out on dates, showered you with gifts despite telling him no, comforted you in times of need, and treated you like an absolute queen of his life.

However, it was hidden away from the public, the company, your parents, particularly your father. Jeon Jungwoo was a good man, treated you the best way possible as a father to a daughter, and wanted to give you the whole universe.

But with a great father, also came a strict protective one. He explicitly told any man who comes across you that if they hurt you, he’ll ruin their life. You may think he was exaggerating but those terrible dates you went to were never heard from again…

Don’t worry he didn’t kill them. But the men would get bug-eyed and evacuated the premises when they saw you. Your father was a scary man to almost everyone, including his assistant.

Because what happens if the CEO found out that his assistant was fucking his daughter, the apple of his eye? There weren’t any good signs anywhere.

Everything that was done with Jimin was done in privacy and kept secret. The only person who knew about your relationship was Namjoon, and it was only because he caught the both of you making out in another closet. Nonetheless, your tall friend stayed loyal and kept his fucking mouth shut from spoiling anything. It has been a little over a year, so it was safe to say the relationship was still preserved.

Hiding your relationship had its ups and downs and both of you questioned if it was even worth it to stay. It didn’t help the fact of how on-demand his job was despite being under your dad. But Jungwoo was a very busy man with an insane schedule, which meant Jimin had to exceed his expectations. Tears were shed, and unthinkable and hurtful words were said, but ended up with apologies and reconciliation, always fighting harder for one another.

No doubt that you love Jimin, but Jimin, he was head over heels for you. When you finally revealed your confession to him, he felt the weight lifted off his shoulders. You pulled him out of the friend zone as he assumed you saw him as nothing more than the flirty young assistant of your father. You fell first—as you had a crush on him since the first meet—but Jimin fell harder that he never wanted to let go.

It pained him how much he had to distance himself from you. He wanted to show you off to every place, everyone, every living thing, and shout that he was yours. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, anything that was appropriate to the public eye. It was difficult keeping everything concealed, almost getting caught, and feeding lies to your loved ones. It ached you to hide it from your parents. Your relationship with them was pretty open to an extent, and they were all innocent in all of this, more so your dad.

He never hated Jimin, in fact, he absolutely loves Jimin. He would rave about how Jimin was the best assistant he has ever had, gloating to others like he was his son. Why else your father had a habit of giving Jimin more stocks and promotions every year?

However, though he loves you and he loves him, that doesn’t mean he’d loved the two of you together. Your father knew the boundaries between work and personal, never wanting to clash the two.

That was what you also wanted because if anything happened—hope never does—you didn’t want it affecting your father’s company or Jimin’s career. You didn’t want to risk anything.

So here you were—practically eye fucking him from afar.

“Do you want me to, like, cover you or something?” Namjoon suggested, staring at you with a revolting yet concerning expression. Your friend knew how you felt, empathizing with the whole situation. As a very Namjoon way of comforting, he’d always reassured you that though how you felt was valid, he believed that you should rip the band-aid and tell your parents. But he knew you weren’t ready, maybe you’ll be ready to tell your parents when you were about to get married.

So as an alternate way of soothing you, he helped you sneak around to get some dick.

“Mmm, maybe so.” You pondered at the moment because it was tempting. “I do want you to distract daddy away from Jimin.”

“I hate that you still call him that.” Namjoon judged, side-eyeing you.

“Why? He’s my daddy.” You defended yourself. You didn’t think any wrong with it. People just interpreted it wrongly and sometimes not right in their heads. “But please, distract him. He’s coming this way with Jimin!”

Namjoon couldn’t open his mouth to respond in time as your dad and Jimin came your way. Your father, the host, and creator of this masquerade, masked with a pure ebony mask that resembled what was used in the Phantom of the Opera. He wore a sleek and crisp dark grey suit with black loafers, as well as styling his salt and pepper hair back.

But your boyfriend, on the other hand, Jesus Christ…he decided on an all-black look that when in contrast with his white face coverup. His blazer had been designed with onyx jewels and sequins on the top of his shoulders. He wore silver hoops and accessorized his hands with his signature bracelets and rings. The way he styled his short silver hair—pushed back as well but his undercut peaked through to perfectly highlight the volume on top. Yet there was always that one strand that seamlessly fell on his forehead.

Just looking at him made you want to crash into him.

But you had to keep your cool, for the sake of everything on the line. You praised your dad for the masquerade idea because he was too focused on actually seeing the person he talked to, ignoring the longing stares his assistant gave you.

“My dear apple!” Your father greeted you like he never saw you two hours ago when you arrived with Namjoon and your other friends. He embraced you, then shook your form with much passion. “You’re so beautiful, my daughter, my heir. The heavens blessed me with the life of you. I want to say I love you, so proud of all that you’ve don—”

“Okay, daddy. That’s enough. I don’t want to hear your whole speech again today.” You interrupted him, getting slightly embarrassed by his compliments.

“It’s never enough to show my daughter love.” Jungwoo pushed before kissing your temple. “Have you’ve been having fun?”

“As much fun as I can with your business parties.” You sounded unamused. It wasn’t something you loathed. You got free food and drinks out of it, but again, it wasn’t your type of vibe. “But masquerade is a new switch up. I can’t tell who’s who.”

Your father laughed heartedly. “That’s the point, there’s no telling what people will do.”

“Exactly…” You glanced at Jimin who grinned and stayed quietly behind your father, then switched to Namjoon to telepathically cue your favor now.

Namjoon got the message and cleared his throat. “Uncle Jeon, can you come with me for a minute? There are some sponsors I’d like to introduce you to. My father isn’t here due to illness, so I want you to be with me since you help endorse our business.” Nice act, Namjoon.

“Of course, Joon!” Your father looked up at your friend and patted his back proudly, then stretched over to the younger man’s opposite shoulder to reel him closer. “Lead the way!” But before the two left, he turned back to his assistant. “Sorry, Jimin, my boy, please excuse me. Actually, have some fun. You’ve been clinging onto my side the entire time. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

Jimin nodded and bowed to his employer, “Will do, sir. Thank you.”

“___, my apple. If you can, please accompany Jimin to your friends since you’re all similar in age. Have fun!!” Your father proposed, then left with your tall friend. Namjoon rotated his head quickly back, winking before talking to your dad.

Now it was finally the two of you.

Goodness, since the moment you arrived, Jimin tried his absolute best, ignoring you to do his job dutifully. But how can he when you came in, appearing like a three-star Michelin meal?

Your plum halter-topped satin dress cinched your waist and fell seamlessly around your curves. The clothing was backless, exposing your glowing skin but cutting off right above the small of your back. However, your hair was pressed and straightened down, covering most of your back. Your heels and jewelry were gold so that they could match the accents of your mask.

Though you were the daughter of a high-status CEO, no one could recognize you, especially at this very moment. Lucky you…because you felt extra attached tonight.

“Hello, Ms. Jeon. Looking very beautiful tonight.” Jimin greeted “professionally,” having his hands behind him to control himself from touching you in front of all these people and your dad.

“Hi, Mr. Park. You’re not so bad yourself.” You winked before chugging down what was left in your flute. Some of it dribbled in the corners of your mouth but you wiped it away with your thumb, suckling onto it to take the tiny bits of alcohol as you gazed directly at the man before you. You popped your thumb off of your painted lips, then smiled gracefully.

Jimin thinned his plush lips, eyes scanning around the vicinity to make sure the coast was clear before stepping closer towards you. He was in elbows reach, but you both kept your hands to yourselves. “Doll.” His voice had a pinch of warning, but it didn’t stop you.

“Mr. Park, I would like to tell you a little secret.” You placed the flute on the high-top tables. You weren’t drunk, you weren’t buzzed from a glass or two of champagne. But alcohol in your system always made you bold.

He raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what you were up to. You leaned into him. Even in high heels, you needed to raise your head higher so that your lips hovered around his ear. You held onto his shoulder for support before saying, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He inhaled sharply, eyes widening and jaw clenching in the process. He had to maintain his cool, but his girlfriend never made it easy for him. Light touches, swirling your tongue on desserts and meaningless moans, eye-fucking looks, lingerie that you wore underneath your elegant attire that only he knew because you’d sent him a photo prior, and what he hated the most was when you teased with your words. You never told lies, you said them honestly and seductively. That’s exactly why he felt himself hardening behind his suit.

His hands went into his pockets casually, adjusting himself to not make anything too noticeable. He smiled sweetly at the crowds of the guest before landing back onto you. “Ms. Jeon, you better behave, or a punishment might come your way.”

Though you knew he wanted you to stop, you also knew he loved playing along with you as it led to very euphoric encounters. You moved away from him and shrugged. “Maybe I want a punishment. I mean…” You feigned a sigh, resting on the table. You looked down at your pointer finger circling with the rim of the glass. Then your eyes met with your boyfriend, “I’m on my worst behavior tonight.”

“Is that so, Ms. Jeon?” He breathed out, sensing the thickness of tension between them. You nodded as if you were innocent, pushing your lower lip out to get your word out straight. “Hmmm, perhaps you need some assistance with managing your behavior?”

“Thank you for your offer, Mr. Park, but I already have someone to help me on that.”

Cocking a brow at you, he stared profoundly. “May I ask who?”

“My loving, charming, flirtatious, sexy, and warm boyfriend who has my heart.” You replied, holding a palm over your décolletage. Your words softened his heart but only made his clothed cock harder. “If you excuse me, Mr. Park, I’ll see my boyfriend now.”

“Certainly, Ms. Jeon.” He nodded.

You got off of the table, standing straight as you flattened your dress, brushing off any wrinkles. You went closer to him, shining irises meeting his with adoration. “Chim, can we go somewhere with more…private?” Your light asking corrupted his professional mind. He immediately had no thoughts of the job he was supposed to be working on tonight. He could only think of you and having his hands all over your skin, giving your love language the respect it deserved.

Your dad did say to have fun, so that was what Jimin was going to do.

“Anything your heart desires, doll.”

Either of you wasn’t a novice towards sex, but Jimin didn’t realize how frisky you were. He wasn’t intimidated or anything, but it was certainly a surprise. You were a tease who always wanted more than handled. But you knew what you wanted, what you liked, and what you expected.

Of course, in the beginning, Jimin knew nothing about it but you gradually taught him. He learned your dialect and spoke to the beauty of your body—stretch marks, moles, dips, and cellulite on every part of you. He remembered the routes and directions he needed but knew that wasn’t the only key.

Hand in hand, the two of you cautiously ran away from the grand hall. Nearing the exit, you turned back to where Namjoon and your father were, meeting contact with your friend. He signaled a thumbs up, then going back to the eccentric story your father was telling him.

It was basic protocol for you or Jimin to book a room within hotel venues during parties, but this place unfortunately wasn’t. As your father’s masquerade was the biggest event in the hall, most of the workers and guests were inside. The tinier and much more hidden halls were at the ends or deep corners of the site. It was perfect for you.

After much walking and deciding, Jimin chose one of the smallest areas in the end corner on the right. He recalled when he and your father were picking out venues, the manager explained how these halls weren’t used as often due to the lack of space. Sure, not a good location for a luxurious party, but a fantastic place to make love with the doll of his life…under some circumstances.

Once you reached the setting, though it lacked size, it was grand nevertheless. A single chandelier in the middle of the room lit beautifully, light bouncing off the burgundy carpeted floor. There wasn’t much except for two wooden circular tables and wall dividers, but you took it as an opportunity.

Pulling your boyfriend to the dividers, you were met with another table but it was covered with a white linen cloth and surprise, surprise, stacks of folded linens. Not as comfy but it shouldn’t be a problem.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before peppering kisses on your naked shoulder. “Doll, are you alright with this? It’s not the most ideal.” He began traveling up your trapezius.

“I don’t care as long as I have you.” You breathed out as you stretched your neck to give him more access. You then felt his tongue lick a strip over the span before biting delicately on your neck. He had the urge to mark you as his but knew people would give questionable looks. “Chim.” Your voice was shaky, the tone telling how much you needed him.

“Easy, Doll.” He took you towards the table. He turned you around to face him before putting you down to sit on the surface. He bent forward to weave his lips with yours, going as unhurriedly yet sensual as possible. “Though we’re here, lemme take my time with you.”

A second later, his mouth consumed yours. His tongue pushed through your lips to get a taste of you in him, feeling your teeth and the roof of your mouth. Smacking echoed throughout the room. He firmed his grip on your waist as you spread your legs open. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed you after being apart for the work week, preparing for this masquerade ball.

His hard-on found your dampening heat, rocking into you. It was the right decision not to put underwear on. You moaned into his mouth before parting away. Reddened lips, flushed faces, eyes filled with lust and devour. Your masks were still on but none of you bothered to care. You respired as you looked at him, “Chim, wait before you take your time, can I...taste you, baby?”

Fucking music to his ears. He grunted at your ask and nodded like an excited boy getting a PS5. “Fuck, yes, honey.”

Instantly, you hopped off the table and got down on your knees in front of him, your eyes level with his crotch. What laid behind those tight dress pants and briefs was what you’ve been dying to have after going abstinent for a couple of days because of how busy Jimin was. You decided on not pleasuring yourself, knowing that this very moment was worth waiting for.

With shaking hands, you lifted them to unbuckle his belt and fumbled with pulling it out of the loop. Once you slid the leather off, you pulled his tucked-in collared shirt out. It was now for his pants. But he saw you struggling with the button, tugging on it as you progressively became impatient.

“___, easy girl.” Jimin puts a hand on your fingers, making you stare up. “Are you okay, why are you like this right now?” Though you were a needy little doll, you loved the slow way, little touches, little kisses, oh, and surely the foreplay.

You were practically panting, breaths cutting short and quick. Still having a hold on his pants, you whispered, “S-sorry. Please, I’ve been waiting for it all week.”

Jimin almost finished right then and there.

Now it was his turn to be impatient. He assisted you with his pants and aggressively pushed them down enough to see the shape of his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight to see it pressing into his underwear.

You cupped him with your palm massaging it steadily as you watched his face contort at minimal relief. You felt him grow bigger under your touch, biting your lip. You had enough so you took him out of his briefs, revealing his curved thickening dick.

You saw the pearl of pre-cum leaking out and you went for it. You latched onto the head. Tongue swirled and swiped against the slit, sucking his tip like a ring pop. You pushed yourself down, trying to take as much of him in, though, at times, it was nearly impossible. You bobbed your head, gradually finding a rhythm you liked.

Meanwhile, Jimin had his head back and moaned at the feel of your mouth. His hand found home in your hair, threading through your tendrils. His knees trembled and fortunately, he stayed put as you took him all in. The tip of your nose dug into his pubic hair, causing him to groan loudly. “Fuck, doll, you’re doing such a good job. Fuck.”

God, you loved his praises. It only egged you on. You swirled your tongue, slithering it over a vein, making him hiss. You pulled back, mouth only on his reddened brownish-pink tip. You used your hand to wrap around his shaft before squeezing from the top to his base. The concoction of your spit and his pre-cum acted like lube. Your mouth bounced on him, the squishing sounds shooting toward your eardrums.

You slobbered everywhere, but the messier it was, the better for your Jimin. Your throat began stinging from the coercion. You tried your best not to gag, thinking you’ve experienced enough of him not to. But your reflex failed you, retching around his thickness. As your eyes strained red, teardrops built up around them.

Your pupils directed upwards to meet your flushed-cheeked boyfriend, who seemed concerned for you. Tugging on your hair, he took you off gently. His sodden cock slapped his loosened shirt while you controlled your breathing. Your chest rose up and down. Saliva stayed on the corners of your lips as you swiped your tongue through.

He took your arm and helped you back on your feet. He meshed your lips, mumbling into them. “You’re so good to me, doll. Now it’s my turn to show my love.” He hoisted you back onto the table. Bundling the skirt of your dress to your waist, he moaned at the sight of your bare pussy exposed. “You really don’t have panties on, huh?”

You blushed before spreading your legs, opening your sex for him to see and appreciate. “I wouldn’t lie, Chim.”

“I know, fuck. Gotta love all what you’re doing for me.” With his two thumbs, he stretched apart your petals. Your tiny clit pulsated on his watch as you leaked your essence down. Jimin took a deep inhale at your scent, making you flustered.

“Jimin, don’t do that!” You whined, consciously closing your legs but he took initiative to never let you do that with him.

He slapped your cunt swiftly, keeping you from squirming again. “Doll, behave.” Though pouting, you surrendered and let him open you back up. As he gazed at your heat, he blew softly. You mewled at the cooling feeling, your fingers finding their way to his locks. “So pretty and perfect for me.”

“Jimin.” You sounded more desperate, which was a good sign. “Touch me.”

“Touch you? Touch you where?” As much as you loved to tease, you hated receiving it back. You didn’t want any more games, you wanted it now.

“Touch me! Eat my pussy, finger me, fuck me into oblivion. I don’t care! I ju—Ahhh, Jimin!” You threw your head back and laid your form on the table, resting on the folded sheets.

You couldn’t finish your sentence. His pinky tongue flattened on your clit, making circles around to make you go dizzy. The muscle shifted down, breaching through your throbbing hole. He lapped your wetness while his thumb found your sensitive bud and played figure eights on it, making lay helplessly and whimper. With his unoccupied hand, he circled your thigh to bring you closer. Fuck, he really knew how to get your body riled up.

He was blessed to be unlocking your entire self. You unraveled in his presence. He, for sure, was gonna get it right tonight. Kneading your thigh, he switched his ministrations so now his lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers played around the rim of your petals.

You were a mewling mess, grinding your pelvis into his face. Once his two appendages slid into your center, a long high-pitched noise came out of you. He turned and rotated his wrist before pumping in and out. Your face scrunched, taking the sensation of your boyfriend all over your pussy. Jimin slurped your sweet juices as your stuffed hole gushed continuously.

He curled his fingers, finding the squishy g-spot that made you mimic a police siren, goosebumps ran all over your body. The pressure in your stomach tightened, clenching your abs to quicken the speed.

Jimin separated from you, “Doll, I can feel your walls clenching. Are you close?” You merely nodded, whining for him to keep going. He wasted no time swirling his muscle around your swollen nub and quickened his pace with urgency.

Thighs quivered tremendously as the gush of ecstasy crashed into you, your back arched high off the table. Your fingers gripped around his gelled hair, messing up an hour of work yet he paid no attention to it. Your cunt closed in around your boyfriend’s short but thick fingers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while your mouth spewed a series of whimpers and chants of his name.

Jimin gulped your creaminess, easing you down your high. He wanted to make sure you had a well-received orgasm through and through, as always. He was undoubtedly a giver, paying attention to your needs. He believed that it wouldn’t be worth it on either end if he wasn’t doing it right. He gently guided you down onto the table while planting pecks (and maybe a few marks here and there) on your inner thighs.

You tried controlling your breathing, blinking away from the blurry vision to get a glimpse of your gorgeous boyfriend. His one-of-a-kind face shined with your saccharine, licking around the rims of his lips to make sure none of it went to waste. He looked absolutely delectable while you were pretty much out of it.

Face flushed with a hue of pink, cherry lips from all the biting, eyes drooping with lust, hair slightly damped and matted, and a craving for more. When you rushed to sit up, Jimin was a bit worried as you were still in a hazy trance, all it took was you undo the clip in the back of your neck to make him more at ease. The top half fell, freeing you from the constraint of any clothing around your chest. All of your satin dress was held at your waist. Your breasts perked up and nubs hardened from the chill air and need of your boyfriend.

“Chim! Wan’ you please.” You slurred as you widened your legs to present your bearings to Jimin. You made grabby hands for him to come closer to you.

Jimin needed you as much as you needed him. He made way to be within your reach. Immediately hooking your arms around his nape, you hauled him over to attack kisses on the curve of his shoulder. Meanwhile, his hands acted like magnets and gravitated toward your boobs. Cupping them in his palms, he fondled one as he played with the other side’s nipple between his index and thumb.

You muffled moans into his skin, the sensation increased your sensitivity yet it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, please, baby.” You begged, growing impatient by the second. You wiggled your lower body, hoping to find his cock meet your puffy folds.

His heated shaft was rock solid, the tip aching red, oozing out driblets of pre-cum. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you, but first, safety…but more so, made clean up easier.

Jimin pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He already knew sex with you was bound to happen in the most unconventional way. Better to be ready than sorry. Though you were in a committed long-term relationship, you weren’t on birth control for personal reasons.

He opened the foil wrapper, flicking it to the side of him before effortlessly putting it on. He stroked himself for relief and double-checked if it was on properly. When done, he aligned himself to your center. He glanced at you for your consent and once you nodded, he slowly plunged in.

Finally, all in, you felt so fucking full. His tip poked the top of your cervix, whining at the slight yet overpowering touch. You gazed up at your boyfriend, feeling the love overflowed from him. God, you love him so much. Sex was much deeper when you were him than anyone else before.

“I love you, Jimin.” You pouted before cutely kissing his lips.

Jimin chuckled darkly yet raging with adoration for you. There were so many things he wanted to do with you and to you, but right now, he wanted to take it easy and slow despite how much you’ve been itching to be railed by him. “I love you too, my doll.” He kissed you back, gently but with more tongue.

When you squeezed his shoulder, he knew you were adjusted and comfortable. He rested his hands on your waist, securing your body where he wanted you to be. He pulled himself out, leaving the head in you before slamming right back in. You gasped, digging your head into the covered wooden surface.

He said easy and slow, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go hard as well. His thrusts were too steady for your liking but each penetration pierced you stronger than the last, even the table legs squeaked against the carpet. The linen sheets dared to even fall off the surface, sounding plops to the ground. The sounds of your screeching and moaning pleasured his eardrums as he grunted praises at you.

“Fuck, best pussy ever. Best woman ever.” He exhaled, biting his lower lip to keep himself from releasing too quickly. “Never leaving you, want you by my side forever.”

“So good! All yours. ‘M all yours!” You voiced out before your mind clouded with fluffs of his pounding dick. At that moment, he hit that special spot in your pussy, making your whines louder, echoing off the walls. It was a good thing that you were far from the crowd or else your father’s guests would know his level-headed and quiet daughter was a screamer with his assistant.

Jimin’s thumb found its way to your swollen clit, causing you to evaporate into his glory. You went into tunnel vision, your melted mind only thought of your true love grunting and kneading marks on your body as a sign of the impact he had in your life.

Maybe it was the alcohol, and that you get quite stimulated with emotions, or maybe it was the anniversary of the day you met him next week. Either way, you couldn’t ask for anyone else and were internally grateful for meeting him. Despite the hiding, the fights, and the crying, your love for each other was above all and worth taking a chance, never wanting to give up.

Jimin’s pace slowed down and became irregular, sensing that he was close. “Doll, cum together?” You didn’t even need to answer because you were right behind him. You screamed his name as you held him close to your trembling form. You pressed your bare chest with his clothed one, your nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

When his lips found yours, he pumped once more before sinking himself in you while you went into your second high of the night. Your eyelids squeezed shut as you shrieked cries for Jimin. Your creaming cunt convulsed around his milking dick. He whined breathlessly into your neck, calling for you as he poured his cum into the latex, filling it more than usual.

He did mini thrusts, trying to squirt the droplets of white until he was fully done. You dropped back onto the table, trying to catch your breath. The life was sucked out of you, but you’d do it again if you had the energy and comfortable setting.

You felt him softening, yet he kept himself in. It was his way of wanting to be connected with you all the time. You loved it so much. But assuming the situation, he pulled himself out but not with you mewling at your sensitivity. He mumbled apologies while peppering your temple.

Though you didn’t want to let go of him, he parted away to take the condom off. You laid there flat, not bothering to move. When he removed the latex and tied it up, he examined how filled it was. “Heavy load.” He giggled, causing you to shake your head but chuckle with him. “Well, it has been a while. I’m sorry for being busy, doll.”

“It was indeed a long week, but it’s okay. I know you were planning the party.” You shrugged it off. Jimin extended a hand that you gladly clasped to help you sit up. If the both of you weren’t looking like you just had passionate sex and different shades of red, you positively were now.

After putting the filled condom in his pocket because he’ll dispose of it in the nearest bathroom and didn’t want to leave the evidence in this empty hall, he went up to hug you. “I hope you don’t think any less of me and how much I care for you.”

“Jimin, no, don’t say that.” You disagreed heavily on that, pushing him off so you could look him in the eyes. “I would never think any less of you. You mean so more than you could ever imagine.” You caressed his cheek as you gazed into his sparkling brown irises. “I know we’ve had rough patches in our relationship but look where we are!”

“Post-sex at a party currently hosted by your dad?”

“You’re not wrong,” You rolled your eyes, smiling before pecking his lips. “But what I was trying to point out is that we’re still together.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I want to make sure that you know…I still love you.”

I still love you with all my heart too, and don’t forget that.” You cooed, scrunching your nose at him. His eyes disappeared, but a smile formed on his face, giddy at your reassured confession.

He leaned in before weaving with your lips once more. The two of you were enthralled by the everlasting love you expressed. It was truly a robust and enduring one, even if it was behind closed doors. It took patience and kindness to get to this point. Your love for him always came out stronger, you would stay with him forever as he held it dear to his heart.

And for that, you taught him how to be the best lover that he can be for you.

The best lover for you.

Bonus:

The thrilling party was coming down to an end as guests were leaving and servants and other workers started cleaning up. Yet Jungwoo watched over with a bright smile and extroverted energy for days with Namjoon by his side.

By the way, Namjoon never left him alone.

The younger man distracted the CEO in hopes that he wouldn’t question where his assistant and daughter went. So Namjoon, being the best friend he was, jumped from group to group randomly with the older man and introduced potential collaborations and basically made more money and network. Blah, blah, blah.

Though Namjoon was an extrovert, he was exhausted from all that work. You owed him big time. He stood silently and a bit sluggish while your father said goodbyes to the attendees.

After thanking a pair and seeing them off, Jungwoo sighed and looked over at the taller young man. “Tired, son?”

“Yes, sir.” Namjoon mumbled, nodding. “Met a lot of people, some of them caught me by surprise.”

“Well, KimBamBap is a highly-acclaimed business.” Your father reasoned. “Though you didn’t need to tell that to an oil company, or trading company, or the secretary of the ambassador of Mongolia.”

“Good network…”

“Yes that, or you’re helping to hide my daughter’s relationship with my assistant.”

Namjoon swore he never had a bigger whiplash than he did right now. His pupils dilated at your nonchalant father grinning at another round of invitees departing. He said it in a way of all-knowing.

“Uhh, s-sir. I don’t th—”

“Namjoon, don’t gaslight me. I’ve been knew!” Your father laughed. “Jimin is not that slick. Boy forgot that his laptop’s background is literally of them two. Not to mention his laptop connects to his phone which also connects with his messages.”

“But—”

“I think I have a hunch of who Doll of My Life ___ is too.”

Namjoon gave up. Well, so much for covering for you all this time. It was thrown into the trash. Though he expected the older to be upset or disappointed, maybe at least for the entire secrecy, the CEO was rather lax.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “So you know…and you’re not mad?”

“Nonsense, I love Jimin. He has a good head on his shoulders, kind, gentle, and I do believe he’s the perfect man for my ___.” Jungwoo snorted, rolling his eyes as he listed down loves for his assistant.

Yet Namjoon was still incredulous. “Sir, then why haven’t you said anything?” It would have saved so much trouble and finally put your relationship out there for your families to see. Then your father eyed the younger tightly with a lifted brow.

“Just waiting until those idiots to tell me.”

A/N: After writing this I realized, I’m rusty on PWPs! Because I don’t write smut as often and I LIVE FOR PLOTS

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