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#I WROTE REALLY SWEET HEARTFELT NOTES TOO

kingofbodyrolls · 3 months

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Say I Do (m) | jjk

Summary: you and Jungkook tease each other at your wedding reception.

Pairing: jungkook x female reader (no Y/N and unnamed)

AUs: non-idol!au, wedding!au

Genres: smut– like it’s just smut, nothing else 🤣

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

Word count: 5,2k

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings/tag: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, handjob, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, slightly rough sex, choking, biting, spitting, ass grabbing, impreg kink, degrading names (whore used once).

Author’s note: I made this for my lovely friend Lua (@letjungcoook7)!!!! SURPRISE!!!! I hope you like it! I was inspired to make this because of our chat, and I just want to say that you are so fucking lovely, sweet and kind 💖 I really hope this isn’t too much, but I just had too 🥹 I really wanted to make it dirty, but it ended up being more sweet instead, I’m sorry! I love talking to you and I just wanted to let you know that I adore and treasure you 😘

Honestly Lua, I just wrote this to tell you how beautiful you are– mind, body and soul. Thank you Lua, I love ya 💜

This is just something very short while I work on ‘My Heart’s Home’. But I hope you like it, and please let me know what you think: my inbox is always open, and I love to hear from you, even a reblog/comment will put a big smile on my face 💜

Also!!! This is written from Jungkook’s POV (well I tried, lol). And normally I don’t describe the reader/MC, but she does have a tiny bit description in this, but I still feel it’s vague enough. But if that isn’t your thing, it’s completely fine 🙂 This is not proofread (because I’m too lazy for that right now).

This has nothing to do with my other fic 'say that again (I dare you)', but if you want to read that I'm not opposed (it's also a jjk fic) ✨

Fancy reading on AO3? 😉

Rising gracefully to his feet, Taehyung's infectious enthusiasm fills the room as he declares, “I propose a toast!” His radiant smile sweeps over the myriad of guests you meticulously invited to your wedding—more than a hundred souls sharing in the joy of your love story.

As he prepares to speak, Jungkook can't help but marvel at the grandeur of the occasion. Despite his personal inclination towards a more intimate celebration, he wouldn't dream of denying you this moment, surrounded by the warmth of friends and family who have come together to witness the union of two hearts.

Despite Taehyung's earnest attempt to capture Jungkook's attention with a throat-clearing preamble, Jungkook finds himself inexplicably entranced elsewhere. Even in the midst of one of his closest friends delivering a heartfelt wedding speech—something he should be wholeheartedly absorbing—but it’s hard. As hard as his dick that you’re palming over his dress pants.

The tantalizing dance of your hand sends ripples of pleasure through him, an intoxicating distraction that eclipses all other thoughts. It's an artful symphony of sensation, each movement crafting a masterpiece of desire within him. The struggle to concentrate on anything else becomes an exhilarating battle. Fuck.

You, the mischievous enchantress, wield your allure like a potent spell.

A tantalizing awareness of your own danger courses through your veins, and you wield it with an expert finesse. Every knowing glance, every sly smile, is a calculated move in the game you effortlessly play. You've mastered the art of ensnaring him, wrapping him around your finger with a magnetic force that compels him to dance to your whims. It's a dangerous dance, but he willingly succumbs to the intoxication of your charm, embracing the thrill as much as he cherishes the intoxicating love he feels for you.

What the fuck is Taehyung saying?

Taehyung’s words dissolve into a meaningless buzz, drowned out by the illicit symphony you're orchestrating beneath the table. The audacious zipper sliding down and the tantalizing exploration of your hand over the fabric of his boxer briefs command all of Jungkook's attention.

Profanity trembles on the edge of his tongue, but it's lost in the overwhelming sensation that eclipses any coherent thought. Your stealthy touch renders him blissfully oblivious to everything else unfolding around him.

Suppressing a low, guttural sound, he clenches his teeth, using every ounce of willpower to stifle the moan building in his throat. As desire courses through him like a wildfire, he willingly parts his legs, a silent invitation for you to explore more boldly, granting ample space for the electrifying touch of your hand over the hardened length of his cock.

He marvels at your audacity, finding it both exhilarating and daring that you'd embark on such a provocative escapade during your wedding reception. Yet, deep down, he acknowledges that it's a reflection of the wild spirit that has always defined your relationship. It's a shared affinity for dancing on the edge, reveling in the allure of danger, and delighting in the thrill of engaging in activities that should, by all accounts, remain private. It's a facet of your relationship that has always been magnetic, drawing you both into a world where the risk of being caught only adds to the intoxicating excitement.

In the blink of an eye, your hand deftly maneuvers beneath the fabric of his boxers, sending a shiver down his spine. A hiss escapes his lips as your long, slender fingers confidently envelop his cock. The warmth of your touch is both a balm and an inferno, and he instinctively tilts his head back in the chair, a silent plea for discretion.

As he surrenders to the delicious sensation, he can't help but cast a furtive glance around, fervently hoping that the clandestine ballet unfolding beneath the table remains a tantalizing secret shared only between you.

Despite the uproarious laughter echoing through the room in response to Taehyung's speech, Jungkook remains oblivious to its contents, ensnared the choreography of your hand beneath the table.

The mirthful ambiance only fuels his curiosity, surmising that Taehyung must have delivered a punchline or shared a humorous anecdote. Meanwhile, beneath the table's concealment, your hand skillfully traces a tantalizing path along his hardened cock, drawing a hushed hiss from Jungkook's lips.

With a steely resolve, he masks any trace of emotion, locking his features in a stoic facade and maintaining an impressive silence. His determined effort is not just to conceal the electrifying sensations your actions are evoking, but also to safeguard the clandestine intimacy you both share from the prying eyes of the unsuspecting guests.

Every fiber of his being is a coiled spring, resisting the urge to yield to the pleasure that threatens to unravel beneath the veneer of his restrained expression.

As his gaze shifts towards you, he's met with an unexpected sight—there you sit, an image of demure elegance in your exquisite white gown.

The fabric caresses your curves in all the right places, accentuating the allure of your figure. The daringly low neckline teases a glimpse of the captivating silhouette of your bosom, leaving him momentarily breathless. The off-the-shoulder design unveils a generous expanse of your soft, tender skin, a tantalizing sight that aligns perfectly with his preferences.

Despite the provocative allure of your attire, your outward appearance betrays no hint of the illicit affair transpiring beneath the table. If he didn't intimately know the secret you were concealing—your hand discreetly exploring the realm beneath his pants—he'd be fooled by the serene facade you present, seemingly absorbed in the captivating rhythm of Taehyung's speech.

In a silent plea of gratitude, Jungkook revels in the fact that the attention of the guests is fixed on Taehyung's speech, sparing him the scrutiny of prying eyes.

Little do they know, the real spectacle unfolds beneath the table, where your touch becomes an exquisite torment.

Every movement of your hand is a tantalizing dance, a blend of ecstasy and torture that threatens to unravel him. With a teasing finesse, your soft fingers caress his frenulum, tracing a path towards the depths of pleasure. The deliberate slide over his slit elicits a shiver of pure ecstasy, leaving Jungkook teetering on the precipice of desire that you expertly navigate.

Your hand envelops him, a cocoon of warmth that intensifies with each skillful stroke. The pleasure coursing through him is undeniably exquisite, a testament to the mastery of your touch. Yet, a lingering awareness tugs at the edges of his consciousness—an impending climax that threatens to unravel the careful threads of restraint. The exquisite sensations you evoke compel him to desperately anchor his thoughts, to redirect the intoxicating focus from the captivating dance beneath the table to Taehyung's speech.

The challenge lies not just in resisting the magnetic pull of pleasure but in maintaining a semblance of composure, navigating the delicate balance between the ecstasy you're orchestrating beneath the table and the public façade demanded by the occasion.

“We’ve been friends for so long, how many years is it now, Gguk?” As Taehyung poses the question, a hushed anticipation envelops the room, and all eyes converge on Jungkook.

Fuck.

All eyes are on him and he can’t think— he’s mind is clouded with thoughts of you.

Taehyung– Fuck. How long have they been friends?

In a sudden stumble of recollection, he breathes out, “17 years,” the weight of the shared history resonating in the room. Yet, the gravity of the moment is unexpectedly intensified as you administer an assertive squeeze around cock. Fuck.

With a chuckle that slices through the tension, Taehyung seamlessly continues his discourse, effortlessly reclaiming the attention of the room and redirecting every wandering gaze back to him. A collective exhale echoes in Jungkook's mind, a silent gratitude for the timely diversion that spares the clandestine spectacle beneath the table from becoming the unwitting center of attention.

Relentless, you maintain the rhythm on his dick, displaying an unwavering determination that hints at an intention to push him to the brink, right under the unsuspecting gaze of the gathered guests.

As the divine caress of your hand propels him perilously close to the edge, a surge of urgency overtakes him. Desperate, he turns his face towards you, eyes silently pleading for respite, but your gaze remains steadfastly elsewhere.

Frustration wells within him, and he attempts to use his hands to guide yours away, only to find your grip tightening in response. The conflicting forces of pleasure and restraint collide within him, his muscles tensing as a hitch in his breath betrays the precarious precipice upon which he teeters.

Leaning in, you bring with you a halo of your natural sweet scent, an intoxicating allure that wraps around him, overwhelming his senses and leaving him slightly dizzy.

Your lips, soft and plush, delicately find his cheek in what appears to be a tender gesture to the outside world. To the unsuspecting onlookers, it's a simple, sweet kiss on the cheek.

Little do they know, in that same moment, your daring move involves not just the gentle press of your lips but the subtle exploration of your other hand slipping under his boxers to fondle his balls.

Fucking hell he’s gonna come.

Ecstasy courses through him like a wildfire, an imminent eruption fueled by the intoxicating cocktail of your skillful touch on his balls, warm breath teasing his ear, and the relentless grip on his pulsating desire. The threshold between pleasure and release narrows to a perilous edge, and he finds himself teetering on the brink, held captive by the maddening symphony of sensations you've orchestrated.

Despite his valiant efforts to remain attentive to his friend's speech, the sheer mastery of your pleasure-inducing touch proves insurmountable. Every deliberate stroke, every strategic squeeze of his balls, propels him further into the abyss of ecstasy. In a moment of surrender, he can no longer contain the torrent of desire, and ropes of his essence surge forth from his throbbing dick. His lips bear the weight of a stifled moan, as you keep stroking him through his orgasm.

Beside him, your chuckle is a symphony of sweetness interwoven with a hint of mischief, a melodic backdrop to the ongoing crescendo of pleasure you expertly administer through his orgasm.

As he traverses the realm of oversensitivity, a low, guttural grunt escapes him, drawing the curious gaze of Taehyung, engrossed in his ongoing speech. Though momentarily caught in a gaze of questioning inquiry, Taehyung forges ahead, resuming his speech with a peculiar stare, unwittingly oblivious to the spectacle unfolding beside him.

Thank fuck both of your parents aren’t seated right next to you. That would have been utterly mortifying and embarrassing.

With a deliberate finesse, you retract your hand from his crotch, guiding it gracefully over the table, where you nonchalantly employ a napkin to erase any lingering evidence. Seated there, you adopt an innocent facade, a picture of angelic composure that conceals the fact that, mere seconds ago, your hand delved into the forbidden realm beneath his pants.

With an audible exhale, he reaches for a napkin, hastily attending to the aftermath on his pants. The damage is fortunately minimal, thanks to your deft intervention that efficiently captured most of his release. Smart girl.

But a mischievous spark ignites in his eyes, a silent vow echoing beneath the surface - oh, he's going to get back at you for that, you little minx.

–

As the notes of the classic wedding waltz envelop the room, Jungkook marvels at the surreal reality—he gets to call you his wife now. The ethereal glow surrounding you transcends the physical, a radiant aura that has always defined you. Despite your humble protestations about your own beauty, he's captivated by the undeniable truth: you've always been, and continue to be, an enchanting vision. Countless times you've confessed to feeling otherwise, but in his eyes, you're a masterpiece. In this moment, as you dance together, you're not just a part of his world; you are his entire universe.

Gazing into the pools of your sweet, doe-like eyes, their exquisite almond shape captivates him, holding his attention in an unbreakable trance. He contemplates the nuances of your beauty, from the enchanting curvature of your slightly upturned nose to the endearing moments when he can't resist playfully poking it during your teasing exchanges. Every inch of you, in his eyes, is a masterpiece, and he pledges to vocalize his admiration every day, a ritual aimed at etching your beauty into your own consciousness.

He dreams that with each affirming word, he'll weave a tapestry of self-love around you, until the day you see yourself as he does—undeniably, breathtakingly beautiful.

As you dance, your eyes ablaze with an unmistakable love, he luxuriates in the intensity of your gaze. A daring current of desire propels his hand, gliding with deliberate intent down your body until it boldly claims your ass.

Uninhibited, he seizes it with audacious confidence, the bold move oblivious to the watchful eyes surrounding you. A soft, mischievous squeeze elicits a sweet chuckle from you, a harmonious note in the symphony of shared amusement that reverberates through the party, as the crowd collectively succumbs to the captivating allure of your uninhibited dance.

As the soft strains of the music envelop you both in a waltz, your heads draw nearer, the enchanting melody echoing the tender dance of your hearts. With the song nearing its end, he seizes the moment, leaning in intimately close to your ear. The hushed promise that escapes his lips carries a tantalizing undercurrent, his warm breath grazing your skin as he vows, “I'm going to get you back for earlier, babe.”

He senses the subtle shiver coursing through you as his touch lingers, a silent testament to the shared electricity between you. As the final notes of the song fade into the applause and cheers of the crowd, seizing the perfect moment, he leans in, embracing you in a sweet and passionate kiss.

As the rhythm of a more upbeat song invigorates the dance floor, he seizes the opportunity to whisk you away from the lively crowd. Amidst the pulsating beats and the vivacious laughter of the guests, he guides you outside the building, their merriment gradually fading into the background.

In the crisp night air, he asserts a sudden dominance, pressing you against the sturdy wall. His gaze, infused with an unmistakable hunger and need, locks onto your beautiful eyes, creating a magnetic tension that reverberates between you.

“You are a little minx, you know that?” His words, not laced with anger but rather a dangerous undercurrent of arousal, hang in the charged air. Your chuckle, a sweet symphony that further stirs the tempest within him, prompts a hiss as he succumbs to the magnetic pull, diving fervently into the captivating abyss of your mouth.

The kiss intensifies, a collision of passion that is both hard and rough, fueled by an undeniable need. In the urgency of the moment, he can't afford to wait, the impatience palpable in every fervent press of lips.

You envelop him in the embrace of your arms, fingers intertwining at the nape of his neck, while your gaze rises to meet his. In the depths of his eyes, once warm brown orbs now transformed into pools of near-black intensity, a reflection of the potent arousal coursing through his veins.

Your hand embarks on a daring journey, descending to the front of his pants once more, and the response is instantaneous – hardness reignites, a testament to the insatiable flame you kindle within him. Desire for you pulses like a constant current, an almost permanent state of arousal that defies logical explanation. Whatever enchantment you cast upon him, it's an irresistible force that weaves a tantalizing spell, leaving him perpetually captivated by the mystique of your touch.

Breaking away from the embrace of your soft lips, he wears a smirk laden with both warning and allure. “You're playing with fire, babe,” he remarks, the subtle edge in his voice echoing the intoxicating dance of danger and desire that swirls between you.

In a hushed whisper that flutters against your ear, he breathes, “You've been a naughty girl.”

The words, laden with an undercurrent of sultry authority, send a shiver down your spine, awakening a cascade of tingles that traverse the landscape of your entire body.

Descending to the delicate expanse of your neck, he peppers it with soft, almost teasing kisses, each touch a prelude to the symphony of sensations. Then, in an abrupt shift from gentle caresses, he bites down, coaxing from you a loud moan that resonates through the air—an intoxicating sound that echoes in the depths of his desire, a melody he'll never tire of hearing.

Continuing his explorative journey, he ventures further south, his lips descending to the curve of your breasts. With a deliberate tenderness, he places a kiss atop the soft expanse of your tender tits.

Gracefully sinking to his knees, he gazes up at you with a mischievous smirk, the air thick with a heady mixture of desire and anticipation. His tongue darts out, grazing his lips in a provocative dance of anticipation, signaling the imminent exploration of pleasures yet to unfold.

With an assertive grip, he seizes the front of your dress, drawing it away in a swift, purposeful motion. Despite the abundance of fabric, he deftly bunches it up with ease. “Hold your dress, please,” he directs, handing you the end of the gathered fabric.

“Hmm. Nice lace stockings, and that girdle—what are you doing to me?” he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing blend of desire and fascination. His gaze lingers appreciatively on your beautiful thighs encased in nude stockings adorned with lace at the top, fastened to a concealed girdle on your waist.

His eyes widen with a mix of surprise and arousal as they land on your wet and glistening pussy, the evidence of desire trickling down your thigh. “Oh my god. You're not wearing panties?” he breathes out, his voice carrying the weight of both revelation and anticipation. A subtle lick of his lips betrays the intensity of his reaction.

A playful chuckle escapes your lips as you hover above him, and without a moment's hesitation, he immerses himself in the intoxicating warmth of your desire. His lips eagerly find their destination, tracing a decadent path from the delicate folds to the pulsating essence of your clit.

The sensation ripples through your body, igniting a shiver that becomes an involuntary response to the electrifying dance between tongues, pleasure, and the shared yearning that binds you together.

He embarks on a tantalizing journey of tongue and suction, starting with teasing caresses that send tremors of anticipation through your body. His hands, strong and purposeful, find purchase on your thighs, holding you in a firm grip as he orchestrates a symphony of pleasure with his skillful tongue, creating an intoxicating dance that blurs the lines between sensation and desire.

A throaty moan escapes your lips as his nose delicately brushes against your pulsating cl*t, his tongue delving as deep as its voracious hunger allows. The exquisite sensation of his exploration elicits an involuntary clenching around him, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Your thighs, unable to withstand the intensity, succumb to a tremor, trembling beneath the intoxicating caress of pleasure that consumes you.

His dexterous fingers ascend to your throbbing clit, and with a skillful touch, he sets in motion a rapid dance of pleasure, causing your entire body to quiver with newfound intensity. The quickened rhythm of your breath becomes a symphony of desire, a telltale sign for him that you're teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

Eager to reciprocate the pleasure you bestowed upon him within the confines of the reception, he fervently laps at your tender folds. Simultaneously, his fingers engage in a deft dance around your throbbing clit, orchestrating a symphony of sensations that echoes the pulsating rhythm of desire between you.

With the harmonious fusion of his skilled tongue and nimble fingers, he orchestrates the unraveling of your senses. As ecstasy courses through you, your body convulses in euphoria, your walls clenching around his tongue, and the pulsating rhythm of your clit intensifying under the spell of his fingers.

Waves of pleasure surge through you, causing your body to quake, and in the throes of ecstasy, you release a high-pitched, strained moan that bears his name—an intimate symphony of pleasure that lingers in the air.

Breathless and overwhelmed, you gasp out his name, a plea woven into the words, “Fuck, Jungkook. I can't stand up anymore.” As he gracefully withdraws from your core, his gaze rises to meet yours, locking in a shared moment of intensity.

He chuckles, the rich timbre of his laughter lingering in the charged air. “I know, babe. Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?”

You draw in a sharp breath, and he keenly observes the subtle clench of your hand, the fabric of the dress tightly gathered within your grasp.

“Fuck yeah,” An unbridled affirmation escapes your lips, a primal declaration of desire. As he rises to his feet, a surge of urgency propels him to capture your mouth in a hungry kiss. The taste of your own release lingers on his lips, creating an intimate communion of shared pleasure that binds you together in the aftermath of passion.

As he engulfs you in a fervent kiss, the symphony of desire playing out between you, his hands deftly navigate the zipper of his dress pants. With a purposeful movement, he unveils his throbbing cock, stroking it in rhythmic cadence.

His hands, driven by a primal urgency, seek out the contours of your a*s with a possessive intent. “Jump up, babe,” he commands, the resonance of his voice weaving a spell of anticipation. As you obediently jump, he effortlessly lifts you, cocooning you against the wall.

In a brief struggle against the bulk of your dress, both of you grapple with the fabric, pushing it away from the front of your entwined bodies. A shared chuckle hangs in the air, a lighthearted interlude in the midst of fervor. But as the fabric yields to your efforts, Jungkook seizes the opportunity, moving in with an insatiable hunger to bite at your neck once more.

With a sultry whisper, he breathes, “I'm gonna fuck a baby into you, would you like that, hmm?”

The words, pregnant with promise, glide against your ear, and the responsive clench of your legs around his waist speaks volumes. A knowing chuckle escapes him as you endeavor to pull him even closer, the shared desire resonating between you in the charged space.

“Please,” your plea, a desperate yet fervent entreaty, escapes your lips, a poignant melody of desire that resonates in the charged air. The subtle smirk that graces his lips is both a testament to your undeniable need for him and an acknowledgment of the power he holds over your cravings.

With a deliberate touch, he locates his throbbing cock with one hand and skillfully aligns it with your dripping entrance. The tantalizing dance begins as he teases your slick folds with the head of his pulsating dick, creating an electrifying friction that amplifies the anticipation between you two.

“Gguk, please,” you plead with a mixture of desire and frustration, your voice echoing the urgent need for him to bridge the gap between anticipation and fulfillment. However, he remains steadfast, skillfully teasing your slick folds without granting the entry your body craves.

With a desperate plea escaping your lips once more, he finally relents. The moment stretches with anticipation before he forcefully thrusts his thick cock into your eager pussy. The collision is met with an audible impact as your back forcefully meets the wall.

He forgoes the customary pause for adjustment, intuitively aware that you relish the exquisite stretch when he enters you so abruptly. Without hesitation, he plunges deep into your core, reaching the furthest recesses, his thick length grazing against your cervix.

“You’re so big, the stretch feels so good!”

You gasp breathlessly against his body, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The intoxicating stretch sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, a visceral reminder of the intensity between you two. Determined to fully immerse yourself in the sensation, you pant against him, actively striving to ride the wave of pleasure, desperate to fuck yourself on him, the relentless pursuit of ecstasy evident in every ardent movement.

He establishes a relentless rhythm, driving into you with a force that resonates against the unyielding wall of the building. The symphony of your combined panting echoes in the air, a melodic accompaniment to the unbridled passion unfolding. Jungkook, captivated by the primal symphony, savors every delightful noise escaping your lips—a harmonious blend of desire and surrender, heightening the intensity of the fervent connection shared between you.

As he thrusts into you, each powerful motion striking your cervix, he elevates the intensity by trailing one hand up to your neck. With a gentle yet possessive touch, he wraps his fingers around your throat.

He knows you like it dirty and rough, and fuck he does too.

His taunting words, laced with a playful yet provocative tone, cut through the charged air. “Did you enjoy the little game with your fingers down my pants while Tae was making his speech?” The rhetorical question hangs between you, a teasing challenge that elicits a subtle clenching reaction around him.

In a sultry revelation, he whispers, “'Next to your bridesmaid and your parents. You naughty girl.” The hand steadying against the wall takes a firm hold of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh with deliberate intent. A resonant moan of pleasure escapes your lips, harmonizing with the rhythmic cadence of his thrusts as he skillfully targets your sweet spot.

“So naughty,” he breathes, punctuating each fervent thrust with a rhythmic intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “You enjoy getting off in front of your friends, huh?” His words, infused with a seductive blend of desire and provocation, become a tantalizing soundtrack to the relentless grind of his dick into you.

“And getting me off too? Whore,” he seethes into your ear, the heated accusation leaving a scorching trail of desire in its wake. Your response, a shiver against his body, fuels the intensity of the moment.

As he continues to fuck you with an unrestrained force, your breasts bounce in a mesmerizing rhythm that captivates him. So fucking perfect.

“Stick your tongue out,” he commands, his eyes intently fixed on you as you obediently roll out your tongue, anticipating the act you relish. The charged moment lingers, pregnant with expectation. With a deliberate move, he spits on your waiting tongue, and you, the embodiment of submission, dutifully swallow it.

Damn it, he knows he won't last much longer if he continues to be entranced by the rhythmic bounce of your enticing breasts—they possess an almost hypnotic allure over him. And that tongue of yours, oh, it's pure seduction.

“And you can't even wait until we reach our hotel suite to be fucked. So fucking needy, and I love it,” he declares, a blend of admiration and desire lacing his words. The deliberate clench of his fingers around your throat follows, a subtle yet potent assertion of control. His gaze remains fixed on your eyes, watching with a predatory intensity as they dilate even more.

As he tightens his grip, the sensation of his fingers constricting around your throat elicits a primal response—your walls clenching around his cock. The synchronized symphony of pleasure and control intertwines, and a guttural groan escapes him, an audible testament to the ecstasy coursing through his veins.

Driven by an insatiable desire, he redoubles his efforts to fuck you even deeper.

“My filthy wife,” he pants into your ear, the possessive term dripping with desire, a declaration that ignites a primal response within you. The sultry proclamation elicits a moan of his name from your lips, a vocal affirmation of the all-encompassing pleasure coursing through your body. His acute awareness of your nearing climax manifests in the rhythmic clenching around his dick, a tangible sign of the intimate dance between you two.

“Fuck, Gguk. I'm so close again. Fuck!” you pant fervently against the curve of his neck, the words laced with desperation and desire. He senses the mounting intensity in your voice, a symphony of passion reaching its crescendo.

Yet, he's attuned to the nuances, recognizing the subtle signs that your body, though on the brink of ecstasy, bears the weight of fatigue, having navigated the day in those tantalizing heels.

“You crave an audience, don't you? Want people to watch you, to hear you,” he moans into your ear, the words a sultry declaration that fans the flames of desire between you two. The acknowledgment of your shared exhibitionist desires ignites a fresh surge of pleasure, prompting an instinctive clench around him.

“Then scream my name, let everyone in the damn party know how damn good I'm fucking you,” he commands, the intensity of his voice sending shivers down your spine. As your walls clench with even greater fervor, pulsating around his dick, a wave of your liquid envelops him, transforming the intimate connection into a slippery dance of shared pleasure.

You unleash his name with a primal scream, the sheer force of your ecstasy reverberating through the open air outside. Your head drops against the curve of his neck, seeking refuge in the haven of his embrace as the waves of pleasure cascade over you.

He relentlessly thrusts his dick into you, the urgency palpable as he seeks his own release. “I'm gonna give you a baby, just like we've always dreamed of.”

“Ahhh, fuck, yes!” The exclamation bursts from your lips, a little too loud, as an uncontrollable surge of pleasure courses through you. Your teeth instinctively seek refuge on his shoulder, sinking into the firm flesh in an unbridled act of both ecstasy and restraint.

“Fuck, babe, I'm gonna come,” he confesses with a guttural moan, each subsequent thrust punctuated with the desperation of impending release. His rhythm stumbles, an involuntary response to the intensity building within him as he hurtles towards the precipice of his orgasm. And then it hits him.

The rhythmic bounce of your tits in his face, the soft and sweet scent that envelops him, and the melodic cadence of your voice—all converge to cast a spell on his senses. In the midst of your lovely moans, he succumbs to the intoxicating blend of sensations, unleashing a torrent of white-hot semen deep inside your spent pussy.

Panting and gasping, you both struggle for precious breaths, bodies slick with the sheen of sweat acquired in the throes of passion. Amidst the shared exhaustion, a mutual chuckle reverberates between you, an intimate exchange that encapsulates the postcoital atmosphere.

With your head nestled against his, you gaze into the depth of his eyes and confess, “I love you, Gukkie.” The words, tender and raw, bridge the physical intimacy you've just shared with the emotional vulnerability of a heartfelt declaration.

“I love you too. Every damn inch of you, you're so beautiful,” he pants, a declaration infused with both desire and admiration. As he smiles at you, the post-passion glow accentuates the sincerity in his eyes, turning the exchange into a powerful affirmation.

He'll never tire of professing his boundless love and adoration for you, vowing to weave those sentiments into the fabric of each passing day. The promise to remind you, with unwavering devotion, echoes in his commitment to articulate his love every damn day.

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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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Dear John | Part 2

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

Part 1

Series Summary: Major John Egan wasn’t the pen-pal sort but a couple of hours into a dark night full of writing condolence letters he finds himself wondering why he never tried his hand at the nicer forms of correspondence. Who better to reanimate his numb inspiration than the glamorous Miss Lana Tierney? -the army’s girl next door, the pinup so prolific she was practically a wall paper print and Bucky’s long-standing cinematic crush. It’s not like she’ll read it anyways. Right? Right.

Warnings: suggestive language, crass vocabulary, the vintage form of sexting -honestly this is mostly fluffy in reply to his more overt letter

Author’s note: after episode four I’ve got feelings and fics for this universe that are far ahead of these establishing pieces. So I’ve gone ahead and tossed this preliminary one out but I may very well skip around and ahead to October next. At least now y’all know: she wrote him back. Hehe. If it’s of interest, I’ll probably end up writing John’s reaction to receiving this response as well as Gale’s response to realizing his friend actually went and sent that awful thing.

Date: Early August, 1943

Dear John, (I’m sorry Major Egan, I just had to)

Thank you for your kind letter of the 18th. It’s been many years since I received so delightful a correspondence or so candid an expression of admiration. And you should know I keep most of the letters the sweet people of this country send me. They’re stacked in quite an orderly fashion in my various garages, kept for the rainy days to peruse and keep the blues away and also so I might try very hard to reply. I don’t take such affection for granted. It’s humbling really, always has been, to be so loved by folks but it’s another level entirely to be singled out by someone as brave and impressive as yourself.

I found your letter to be heartfelt and wonderfully brave and in an effort to be equally transparent, you should know that when I finished it I clutched it to my breast and whispered half a dozen prayers for you. Or as you might say, I held it to my knockers.

That’s an awful word, you must know that Major.

As is “rack”, for that matter, but I’ve a sneaking suspicion that you would make it sound charming as even your blotted paper was electric. How could you dare to praise my film set flapjacks and mention making babies? I’m fizzing just glancing at it. You really must be quite the fella and I’m terribly sad now that our rendezvous, such as you say it was, got cut short. You must reprimand your friend -Buck, is it?- and tell him he did an bad deed that night. There’s nothing I like better than duets and hamburgers, we might’ve been one of the great loves by now if he hadn’t meddled. But don’t be too hard on him, if he’s the sort to take it well, kiss him for me, after you chide him.

But since we are being honest, I must admit, reading your letter, being privy to your thoughts, seeing myself through your eyes as it were - dear man, I feel rather riled. Quite riled, in fact. Why, I haven’t felt riled in a while, not like this. Not like an ordinary girl with an extraordinary boy. Do you know what I mean?

Maybe you don’t.

I mean regular, old fashioned flustered. That’s what you’ve made me. And thank you for that, John. Can I call you Johnny? I wonder if you’re the nickname sort, or if you’re real stern and serious, a real John-John. Not a Johnny at all. But either way, I think you deserve a treat, for being so nice, Major Egan. For reminding me I can feel my pulse somewhere besides my wrists before a show -and for all you’re doing in the war, besides. There seems to be no safer hands to trust this to, you do seem so very fond of them, I am led to believe you’d be protective of them, too.

Enclosed is something for the personal morale, I hope you’ll think of me nightly with it at hand, in fact, I’m so excited about it I’ve taken this ill advised measure to insure you do. I’d very much like a report, do they live up to your expectations? They’re homegrown, after all, I hadn’t much say in them but now I’ve got them, I don’t see why they shouldn’t do their bit to keep you alive. A small sacrifice.

One of those reasons you mentioned, John, you’ve so many of them, more than you know. A million souls over here rooting you on, insisting you make it out the other side.

I’m forefront among them, I’ll be scanning the crowd when I come to Europe -because I will, at your invitation. Perhaps if you send me a picture of your own mug I won’t be looking a fool asking every man in uniform if I remind them of an acorn. Are you going to tell me what on earth that means? I’ve tried to work it out but I always end up with some mathematical conundrum and I just know in my heart of hearts you wouldn’t let me down like that, would you Major? It’s something awfully salacious, isn’t it? Please let it be!

I’m a vain little thing and I can’t deny the way this poor heart of mine is all pitter pattering at the thought of you being so awful while also so nice. It’s a strange blend, and rather like my coke, I do prefer my men mixed.

Best wishes, may you have cloudless skies and fresh coffee to your heart's content. My sources -and I’ve excellent ones, an upside of working the war bond circuit- tell me you’re airforce. I think that’s remarkable and I hope you give that picture some thought. Mine, and yours.

Your vain little friend,

Julia Jean Turner

P.S.-I’m only ever ‘The Lana Tierney ‘ to strangers, and we aren’t strangers now, are we? not if you’re to take my picture to your bunk. i suspect you may have already taken that liberty. who’s to say I did not take similar liberties upon reading certain stirring passages of your letter? Xx 💋

__insert vintage titty pic__

Whew this week was a doozy wasn’t it? Here’s some fluff for those of y’all who needed it, and I can promise angst soon for those who want to stay in the soul shattering mood. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is a writer’s lifeblood, let me hear your screams.

Drop a comment to let me know if you’d like to be tagged in any of my MOTA fics. Xo

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#masters of the air #masters of the air fanfiction #john egan #John Egan x oc #mota fanfic #bucky egan #dear john

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l0serloki · 3 months

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VAL-entines 2

Surprising your S/O on Valentines day!

(Chamber, Yoru, Jett, Sage)

part one + masterlist

A/N : I know it's late.. I've been slacking. I want to be able to do one each year though!

Chamber :

Surprising Chamber is hard. He likes to know what you’re doing and is very punctual. So if you go off the schedule he will be confused..

But when you do surprise him he’s so shocked. His smile is huge as he reaches out and pulls you in for a big kiss.

“How did you pull this off you little minx?”

He would’ve never expected a surprise gift but he’s eternally grateful. You make him feel so special and loved.

“Hey.” You whispered out as you approached Chamber. His body was bent over his desk as he studied his gun schematics. It was barely even seven and he had already been working for hours. Your hand worked at his tense muscles as he turned back to you.

“For you. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” You whispered out as you placed down some of his favorites. His eyes widened as he took in the gifts. Hands gripped at your shoulders as he leaned down to give you a kiss.

“You are too sweet. I will be sure to make this day wonderful, amour.”

Yoru :

Yoru is bad at receiving gifts. He doesn’t know what to say and he hates the fact that his face gets red.

He will accept them of course but now he feels obligated to do something for you. He will act like it's a chore but he really wants to do it.

In return for your gifts and affection he will take you out on a motorcycle ride. It’ll be a secluded place where he can feel free to talk about his emotions, even if he is awkward.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” You whisper out as you placed a new jacket on the table. Yoru looked at the object before turning to you with red cheeks. His hands moved awkwardly over the fabric.

“Yeah. Happy Valentine’s.” He huffs out as he shrugs off his current jacket and puts the new one on. His hands slip into the pockets before looking back at you with a small grin.

“It looks good.” Your heart does a flip as he pulls you in for a quick hug. You had worried for so long that he would hate it. But his smug smile says all you need to know.

“Of course it does. I’ll take you out later and you can have my old one.”

Jett :

She LOVES Valentines Day. And if you’re spoiling her?! She's overjoyed.

I feel like she definitely has a collection of stuffed animals and would be so happy to receive one just from you.

Definitely handsy and voices just how much she loves you all day. And takes lots of photos of the two of you.

“We are so good together! Look at how cute you are!”

“Babe Happy Valen- Oh my god. Is that a panda?!” Jett squealed as she noticed the new stuffed animal in your arms. You could only laugh as you passed it to her and landed a kiss to her cheek.

“It is. I thought you would like it.” She squeezed at the animal for a moment before jumping against you. Her lips met yours as she conveyed her excitement and appreciation. You felt your heart soar at just how happy the tiny gift had made her.

“You’re the best. Let's get a family photo!” Her hands gripped at the phone as she took a photo of the three of you.

Sage :

Sage gets so flustered if you surprise her. She is not expecting anything so if you do it means the world to her.

She likes simple things and cards mean a lot to her. Writing is so much more personal and heartfelt. She keeps every little note and nicknack from you in a box.

Soft kisses and hugs as she thanks you a million times over. She cannot believe just how lucky she got!

“Oh my.” Sage gasps as she walks back into your shared bedroom, seeing a little basket set up for her. You smile as you motion her over and she reaches out hesitantly.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You smile as you watch her eyes tear up and she laughs.

“My little gem this is too much! I love you and thank you so much.” She leans up to press a quick kiss against your lips. You only brush at her hair as she looks back down at her gifts. Her eyes scan over the card you wrote for her as she stays silent.

“This has truly made me so happy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She whispers out as she digs her face into your chest.

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bookscandlesnbts · 4 months

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Jimins Sweet Letter

No, I’m not talking about Letter the song, but the sweet Letter that he wrote for Army, folded up in his pocket (side note: I miss being there) and posted to Weverse. This letter had me crying first thing in the morning once I read the translation because it was as sweet and heartfelt as I imagined it to be. In my opinion, Jimin made a couple things crystal clear in this letter: that he misses us deeply and that he’s very grateful to Jungkook for being with him and supporting him and that Jungkook is doing well. I did giggle and kick my feet a little that half this letter is about Jungkook. 😅 Jimin is just so amazing and inspiring. The other thing that I got from this letter is that Jimin really needs that support from JK. And before you come for me, I absolutely believe Jungkook is receiving equal support from Jimin as well. That’s what you are me, I am you means after all. While Jimin obviously excelled in basic training earning special recognition, I just get the sense that he really misses his old life and never wanted to go. Of course he’s incredibly capable physically hence the award and we know how strong of a person he is to ensure all the hardship he’s had in his career, but he’s still in completely foreign territory. Jimin’s dad posted a couple photos to his cafe’s instagram. He got Jimin flowers a longstanding tradition which I find so sweet. I couldn’t help but notice though that Jimin wasn’t wearing his signature eye smile. Not going to lie…. That broke me. Not seeing the full warmth of his true smile broke my heart. I’m so glad that he will be with Jungkook for the rest of the time and I wish for nothing but the best for them. And all of the other members serving as well too. But Jimin is my “favorite child” and so is Jungkook. I can’t help but stress and miss them the most. 아포방포.

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nihongoseito · 2 years

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a cute coming-out scene from 佐々木と宮野 vol. 7!

note: if this photo is too hard to read, i wrote a transcription (with added punctuation for clarity) and translation below! also, light spoilers for 佐々木と宮野 by 春園ショウ ahead.

i watched the anime of 佐々木と宮野 some months ago and thought it was so sweet, so i started reading some of the manga too! this spread is from volume 7, the second-to-last one (so far), where sasaki and miyano have already decided to go out. i had never read or seen a coming-out scene in japanese before, and it’s not that explicitly about “coming out,” but i thought it was handled really well and really cute besides so i decided to share it with you guys!

the context for this scene is that miyano has invited sasaki over to make chocolates for valentine’s day, which in japan traditionally involves girls giving candy to boys: 「伝統的に『女性が男性にチョコレートを贈る日』」. (this is generally reciprocated later on ホワイトデー, if you’re interested in more about the tradition.) since it’s slightly unusual that miyano would want to give someone, especially another boy, chocolate on valentine’s day, he feels the need to explain to his mom about it. she even says afterward, 「最近は男の子からあげたりもするものね」, showing that the tradition has become broader in recent years.

i love this scene so much mostly because of miyano’s mom, who immediately understands that this is a really big deal for her son, so she tries to keep it as chill as possible. when she says, 「ママもパパのこと好き」, as if what she and miyano experience are exactly the same, i thought that was a really lovely way to show her trying to relate to her son (and succeeding imo!). i found this line really touching in how heartfelt yet simple it was.

there’s also the little detail at the end about how she starts crying, which i think we can interpret in a couple ways. the more pessimistic answer is maybe that she didn’t expect to have a queer child so she’s shocked, but i don’t think that really tracks with the rest of the conversation. to me, it more feels like she’s surprised that she herself became so overwhelmed (「えっ、なにー」). i wonder if maybe she feels very happy and emotional that miyano trusted her enough to tell her these things, and ofc that her son is growing up and doing teenager stuff. i like that we get these little glimpses into other people’s experiences as miyano and sasaki navigate their relationship!

anyway, here’s the transcription and translation. let me know if you have any thoughts/questions, and otherwise また今度ね！！ :D

PAGE 44: あっさり。 / quickly.

PANEL 1

ママ：いいけど、学校の子？ mom: that’s fine, is it someone from school?

宮野：うん。先輩... miyano: yeah, my senpai...

ママ：男の子同士で準備するのねー。最近は男の子からあげたりもするものね。 mom: oh, so you want to prepare the chocolate with another boy. recently it seems like boys are giving and getting chocolate too.

PANEL 2

ママ：いいなー。今度ママにも作って。 mom: that’s wonderful. next time you’ll have to make some for me too.

宮野：あ miyano: um

PANEL 3

宮野：あげたい人、男の子なんだ。 miyano: the person i want to give them to is a boy.

PANEL 4

ママ：そうなの。今度ママにも紹介してね。 mom: is that right? you’ll have to introduce me to him, ok?

宮野：あ、うん。 miyano: um, ok.

PAGE 45: 小さい告白。 / a small confession.

PANEL 1

宮野：...あのさ。その先輩と一緒にいるの楽しくて、これからも一緒にいたいって思って... す...好きで。 miyano: ...um. this senpai, it’s fun to be with him, and i feel like i want to keep being with him...i...i like him.

PANEL 2

ママ：うん、いいね、好きなの。ママもパパのこと好き。 mom: oh, that’s nice that you like him. like how i like dad too.

PANEL 3

ママ：もしかして、一緒に作る人？ mom: is this by any chance the person you’re making the chocolate with?

宮野：うん。ママ夕方までいないし。 miyano: yeah. since you won’t be home until late.

ママ：夕飯食べていってもらったら？ mom: what if he came over for dinner?

宮野：えっ⁉︎ miyano: huh??

ママ：好き嫌いとかは？ mom: do you know what food he likes?

宮野：聞いてみる... miyano: i’ll ask and see...

PANEL 4

宮野：.......母さんが親でよかった。 miyano: ......i’m so glad i have mom for a parent.

ママ（見えない）：えっ、なにー。ママ泣いちゃう。 mom (offscreen): oh, what? i just started crying.

見えない人（パパか姉か）：泣かないでよ。 someone offscreen (dad or sister): don’t cry.

#sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #佐々木と宮野 #bl manga #langblr #not honestly sure how to tag this within my own system #i guess just a placeholder for now #漫画 #other #sasha.txt

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i-myeoni-blogs · 1 month

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The tap-tap-tap of keys takes the stage,

But oh, the joy of a letter rare.

In this new era of text messages and GIFs, it seems like fewer people take the time to craft a few heartfelt words for their loved ones; they just type away. And there's nothing wrong with that, of course. But there's something truly special about receiving a handwritten letter or note. It makes you feel valued, like you truly matter to that person.

Last August, I experienced this firsthand when I received a touching letter and note from my friends. It was filled with such care and love.

Around that time, I was taking basic Korean classes online. That's when I met Oh Suzy from Korea. We instantly hit it off—she's such a sweet person. We discovered we had a lot in common, which really strengthened our bond. One day, Suzy introduced me to her friend Mark. He's a nice guy, although we could only communicate through Suzy since he doesn't speak English.

Sometime later, Suzy mentioned wanting to send me a gift, and despite my protests, she insisted. Then, in August, a parcel arrived containing adorable little treasures—a plushie keychain named 'Sally' (coincidentally, Suzy calls me Sally too), a diary planner, and a cute hair clip. But the most treasured items were the handwritten notes—one from Suzy and another from Mark.

I was overjoyed to receive these letters, especially since Mark wrote his in Korean, thanks to Google Translate I could understand each heartfelt word. It was such a beautiful gesture, receiving my first-ever handwritten letters, and getting two at once made it even more special. I feel incredibly grateful to have such wonderful friends in my life.

#letters #handwritten #handwritten letters #gift #south korea #friends #korean #special gifts #miles away #Spotify

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sumerun · 2 years

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analysis of diluc’s finale quest, so massive spoilers warning

LOREEEEEEEEE BABYYYYY

Diluc & Kaeya’s relationship (+with other characters)

warning I do talk a TINY bit abt my personal matters here but it’s only there to help analyze these two a bit

Honestly, I just feel super bad for these two. Without saying too much, I really hope they make amends in the future because I can relate. It sucks to have a sibling where you still care for each other but things are not really ever the same? It’s a difficult feeling to describe without spilling out my own stuff but I can empathize—it’s a very difficult to fix a relationship that’s attached to so much trauma and pain. I don’t doubt that MHY will continue to develop and perhaps even reach a conclusion to this strained relationship. But right now, I have high hopes they will make up! They care for each other so much and knowing Kaeya’s persistence, it will happen. :)

I adore that Kaeya still holds the seashells from when they were young. It was kinda hinted in last year’s GAA but this is very sweet to see it confirmed.

(Varka)

I see Varka as a brotherly/fatherly-figure to Diluc. He seems like such an awesome guy after reading the letter lmao. Jean’s letter talked about how Varka was really the only one that’s able to sit Diluc down and have a heart to heart with him. This suggests that Diluc has a high level of respect for Varka. It seems Varka really cares for his people, even if they are no longer affiliated with him. I haven’t heard a single character talk crap about him, they all agree that he’s amicable and a good person all-around.

So mayhaps I am on the Varka hype train SHSJSH

(Alice, Klee)

The fact that Alice wrote such a heartfelt letter to Diluc to assist him while he’s healing from his father’s death almost made me cry. Anyone that cares for Klee, Alice immediately takes them in like they are her own children. She’s a (lovingly) menace to society but she also’s an extremely caring person. She’s such a wild card and I love it so much 😭😭😭

like HELLO????

(Also this letter just tells me that diluc’s love language is either acts of service or gift giving. Maybe a bit of both!)

Alice

Okay this is sus to me bc this makes me wonder: has Alice always been with us this whole time? Is she so strong that she’s able to teleport or be in multiple locations at once?? It’s also possible that she’s been with us multiple times in cutscene but just disguised as objects/npcs/animals. She’s clearly very powerful but to what extent, we don’t know.

Alberich clan, King Irmin

The BUTTER of this whole lore bomb. The note confirmed that Kaeya has no noble blood in him BUT his clan rose up to power once King Irmin was no longer fit to rule for whatever reason. So the theory that Kaeya is an Khaenri’ahn PRINCE suddenly just shot through the roof. While he’s not related by blood (for now), he now inherits the throne bc he’s the only living member of his clan and his clan were the last “royalty” that ruled Khaenri’ah. And Mona’s voiceline about him just backs this up even more, or at least the fact that Kaeya has a VERY big destiny ahead of him.

There’s still a lot we have to learn, but I do not doubt that in the distance future, Kaeya will have a very large quest attached to him. MHY is FINALLY unraveling Kaeya’s lore and it is so incredibly exciting. I love love Kaeya so much and to finally see him out of lore prison makes me VERY happy. They’re setting up something very big with him and I hope they follow through with it.

Slight tangents but someone said that the carvings dropped by the shadowy husk knights were carvings of King Irmin as he only has one eye. Which makes me veeeeery interested in the descriptions now…

Dear friend… courage to carry on… huh Kaeya…..

AND BC OF THIS I HAVE A CRACK THEORY that Kaeya is the bastard child of Irmin. But again no evidence at all from me LMAO

Anyways I still dislike that MHY drop this gigantic ass lore drop during a LIMITED EVENT????? I honestly don’t know how they’ll explain that to future new players.

#sen speaks #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #but anyways #mondstadt’s characters are some of the most well written characters #so much lore #and their relationship with each other is so complex and fascinating m #watching it MHY flesh out these characters over time is (1) reason I live #please do this for Lisa in Sumeru #2.8 spoilers

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sweetdreamsjeff · 10 months

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I found this song on iTunes back in 2015. This song is by the artist Aloric.

The artist had mentioned he wrote this song in honor of Jeff's Grace album and his well...read the story below.

He dedicated it to Jeff and then shortly there after Aloric deleted the song from their playlist. It is one of my favorite and glad I d/l a copy. I hope you also enjoy it. (the song got taken down in Soundcloud. I will make all attempts to upload it in another platform tbc)

First Signs of Love No. 177 Aloric – Grace

24 November, 2015

Earlier in the year we featured the track ‘Who?’ by London’s Aloric, an appropriately titled first single from the mysterious artist. The songwriter has just released his second offering, ‘Grace’.

At first listen this seems to be a song perhaps a little too heavy on the Jeff Buckley influence. The epic track, coming in at over seven minutes, is certainly vocally and musically reminiscent of Buckley’s signature sound. Yet delve a little deeper, and a far more interesting story emerges.

‘Grace’ was written as a tribute to Buckley, and told rather uniquely from the perspective of the singer when he was 8 years old. It was at this age that the young Jeff was taken to meet is estranged father, Tim Buckley, for the first and only time. This is a story of absence and rejection; father Tim never really making the effort to connect with the young Jeff. The chorus is particularly heartfelt;

“Go on and walk out,

As you’re forever gone,

I was your Grace, but you never were.”

The song reaches a wonderful crescendo in the outro, and recalls the moment when Jeff rose above his own name, finding his voice and identity rather ironically at a tribute concert for his late father, a connection that was really only ever in name. Despite his tragically short career, it is certainly the younger Buckley that will be remembered by most.

“Alight, dear blues; here’s truce, with you.

Tonight, in lieu of you, I’ll bloom.

I’ll bloom”

Featuring sweet falsetto vocals, and a wonderful clean guitar tone, ‘Grace’ is a truly beautiful song. The track has sparse and almost abrasive drumming throughout, providing contrast to the soaring violins and vocals. At around five minutes in, the song really shifts gear, quickly building with drums, guitar and some truly stratospheric vocal notes.

This is a track that is strong as a standalone; however the true beauty lies in knowing the story behind the song, giving the listener a better understanding of the inherent sadness of the story.

‘Grace’ is obviously inspired by the album to which it shares a title, yet there are elements of the light/dark contrasts of Sigur Ros, and perhaps even later Radiohead. However this is clearly a song that is supposed to sound like Jeff Buckley, but as a tribute rather than an imitation. It is almost like a story that the dearly missed singer never managed to tell, which has now been told for him.

Visit the Aloric Bandcamp page to get the track for free, and follow on Facebook or Twitter.

Lyrics – Aloric ‘Grace’

Nicholas Cheek

#jeff buckley #aloric #grace #song #dedicated to jeff buckley #song for Jeff #in honor of Jeff and his music #SoundCloud

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starriwonderland · 1 year

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I posted 32 times in 2022

That's 32 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 24 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

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Hello! Hope youre doing well :) can i request for a very melancholy s/o with Vil? Generally a very nostalgic and introverted person but very warm, heartfelt, wise and understanding? A mature infp if you may LWNSKQ

Thank you ! Have a nice day :D

Hi anon I hope you have a nice day too! I've been doing better these few days and first I'd like to say that I apologize for taking so long on this, it was worded rather confusing to me and I lack knowledge on mbti personality types. Please request again if I didn't write it the way you liked. I did see the words melancholy, introvert, and heartfelt, and nostalgic so I wrote this as:

Vil with a shy introverted s/o

(Sorry it's kinda short </3 I hope that's ok)

(´；ω；｀)

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Reader: gn

Genres: Fluff, headcanons

Warnings: none

Usually despite your shy introverted disposition, you were rather sweet around those who you were close to.

Vil liked that about you. You were someone who he could share his feelings with. You could do the same with him.

Vil doesn't really try to change the fact that sometimes you're shy because he found it rather cute

Everyone at school is kinda shocked by the fact that the Vil Schoenheit who is the image of confidence would date Y/n who was probably the second biggest introvert (next to the elder Shroud)

I imagine that Vil REALLY adores your maturity, something a lot of the NRC students lacked at times. Vil considers himself to be a rather mature person.

Vil loved it most the quiet times you'd spend together, just having your presence was enough for him to feel calm.

He's not going to force you to be really social with others if it makes you uncomfortable.

You don't have to worry about people poking fun at you because you were shy, because no one wants to make Vil angry. (And if they did they must be very stupid and better get someone to plan their funeral /hj)

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Hihi! I wanted to request a headcanon of Idia and Azul of how they would take a male s/o out on a date :D thanks!

Hi! I love this idea so much! I tried my best to make the reader male! I got stuck on what to write so I added crack because this is the twst-verse I hope that's okay!

Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Crack if you squint.

Warning(s): mushrooms, slight ooc on Azul's part sorry I'm still learning about him, mentions of social anxiety on Idia's part.

Reader: Male

Character(s): Idia and Azul

Okay so CAPITALISM—

I'm joking💀

Azul will take you on a date AWAY from Mostro Lounge because he doesn't want the Tweels interfering

They still did anyway

Got the right from Headmaster to leave the campus don't ask how. All you need to know is Crowley is graciously giving his full permission.

A gentleman, he bought you flowers and wanted to take you to dinner!

Wanted everything to go perfectly but Tweels intervined :,)

Took you to a fancy restaurant and you guys sat down

You both ordered pasta as the waiter respectfully wrote down what you wanted.

A band was playing music to fit the romantic atmosphere

Everything was perfect...too perfect (Leech twins cue to come try to mess everything up for funsies)

His glasses went askewed when he finds out Jade is the 'new waiter' when there food is delivered.

"Unfortunately I will be serving you now as the last waiter has finished his shift" obviously it was a lie. Since when did jade work here?

Azul was kinda nervous about eating now as Jade expectantly waited for you both to try your food.

One bite and it was evident that the recipe had been modified with mushrooms

Jade looks every bit pleased by you guys reactions to the fungi and notes everything down.

Well if that wasn't embarrassing enough Floyd is now trying to take over the music band because "their taste in music was too sappy and boring" the guests are just bewildered at the scene.

"If you two are here, who's watch The dorm and Mostro Lounge?" He asked in a serious tone.

Azul looked very upset until he heard joyous giggles coming from you. He loved your laugh and now he's laughing too.

You were having a great time regardless of the twins shenanigans.

Of course he'd take you out again on a proper date though (or at least try to.

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129 notes - Posted October 4, 2022

How the Twst Characters Would Drive a Car Pt. 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Characters: Heartslaybul and Savanaclaw

Genre: Crack headcanons

Warnings: None

This was a random idea that just popped into my head.

• Can he even reach the pedals?

• Riddle is definitely the type of person that strictly adheres to the laws of the road no question about it.

• If you're riding with him you'll follow them too "Wear your seatbelt y/n, don't distract the driver, no eating in the car..." Yeah stuff like that.

• Doesn't road rage but he will turn as red as his hair if someone cut him off.

• 8/10 recommend, he's a good driver but boring

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135 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

I have writers block so I'll serve you a word vomit of angst

• Imagine a long time after everything at NRC, after graduation, after Malleus becomes king, Lilia lives in that small cottage again

• Imagine him keeping a diary so he wouldn't forget his memories but for some reason stopped.

• Imagine Lilia opening his diary for the first time in years to be reminded of his time in NRC and that he had a son

• Imagine Lilia searching desperately for his son only to find his grave with a sword symbol engraved in it

• Imagine him remembering Silver's death and that he didn't record it because he didn't want to accept the fact that his son was gone.

Imagine that

Your reminder that Lilia will have to bury Silver one day, and that fact that he is a knight doesn't make his chances of living a long life any better.

152 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I personally headcanon that Malleus gave Lilia absolute HELL when he was a kid. Not that he meant to 😭 but chaos always just happened.

he probably wasn't spoiled but most likely very demanding it shows💀

654 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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twilightmalachite · 1 year

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Yuuta Aoi Mini Talk - SS Arc／5th Stage Sandstorm

Translator: Mika Enstars

"Umm? Uh-huh, uh-huh… I think he’s saying, “Stop yapping like a dog. Can this mutt not even do errands?”~!"

Season: Winter

Vampire Servant

Location: Hotel Resort

Yuuta: Heheh~… ♪ The day has come where I can use you as I wish, Sakuma-senpai.

What shall I make you do, I wonder~. Perhaps have you express your heartfelt gratitude to me without restraint…?

That’s something I’ll have to look forward to later, so can you make a note of it for the time being?

💬 (Pretend to sleep)

Yuuta: Ah, don’t doze off on me…!

Aw man, he’s fallen asleep. It’s so hard to keep Sakuma-senpai awake when he’s like this~.

💬 (Look away)

Yuuta: C’mon, I can tell you’re just pretending you didn’t hear me.

Here, would you massage my shoulders? And my lower back after that, if you would! ♪

💬 (Move behind Yuuta)

Yuuta: Ahaha, I might be the only one in the world to have experienced your shoulder rub, Sakuma-senpai.

Ah~, and with just the right amount of strength~. This is paradise, absolute paradise…♪

Yuuta: Heheh. My shoulders feel light~! ♪

I’m usually the one doing various chores at the command of the Vice Prez, so it’s refreshing to be the one doing the commanding.

Sorry that I’m borrowing an important senpai of yours, Otogari-senpai.

💬 Keep it in moderation

Yuuta: I know. I won’t end up over-doing it, though…

I’m not always thinking "I wonder what to make my next order~", okay? Promise! ♪

💬 I don’t mind

Yuuta: Ahh, with things like this though, Oogami-senpai won’t be able to talk to Sakuma-senpai.

…Ack, Oogami-senpai is glaring at me with a terrifying face from over there… I’m a little scared…

💬 Is it because of the “command”?

Yuuta: Who knows? What do you think?

You can’t tell others about the “command” you receive, right? I’ll leave the reason to your imagination.

Yuuta: Mhm, mhm… Uh-huh, uh-huh…

“Koga, I am thirsty, so go buy me a drink”, he says.

Alright then Oogami-senpai, won’t you go and buy him something then?

💬 Why are you mediating, Yuuta-kun?!

Yuuta: Umm? Uh-huh, uh-huh…

I think he’s saying, “Stop yapping like a dog. Can this mutt not even do errands?”~!

💬 Is that really what Sakuma-senpai is saying?

Yuuta: Heh heh heh… Oogami-senpai, you have no way to know for sure, don’t you?

Now now, just hurry and buy him something. Otherwise, we’ll all dry up completely, you know?

💬 Guess I gotta

Yuuta: Ah, I’d like to have a soda. One with a flavor so strong that it’ll electrify your tongue!

I don’t like sweet things, so choose carefully, ‘kay? Good luuuck~! ♪

Video Conferencing

Location: Hotel Resort

Yuuta: Ah, look at this, Adonis-senpai. The numbers are going up on our PV upload on the app again!

Heheh~. We are 2wink! I look shining~! ♪

At this rate, I feel we’re gonna get tons of SSL$!

💬 Then we can buy more Desert Coins

Yuuta: Yup. Looks like sending Desert Coins will help out Hinata-kun and Hakaze-senpai.

Though, I still can’t figure out what the rules the desert are~. Well, let’s just do what we can.

💬 I’m glad

Yuuta: Me too~! ♪ I feel we’re really putting our skills on display.

Lets post more videos, and get those views!

💬 Don’t let your guard down yet

Yuuta: Hmm, you’re right, there are a couple other PVs that have similar momentum as ours…

We’re still in the lead by a good amount, but it’d be a good idea to keep an eye on those contributors.

Yuuta: We decided to figure out what we’ll do for the next video, but now what?

Well, the three of us exchanged opinions and wrote down some ideas…

Oogami-senpai, which one do you like the most?

💬 Cover another unit’s song

Yuuta: Right! As an idol, singing and dancing is our best bet, right?

I wonder what unit we could do~? Doing cool choreo like Eden would work, but the elegant style of fine seems fun too!

💬 Put on a skit

Yuuta: Ehh, are you serious, Oogami-senpai!? I thought you hated doing that stuff the most!

If you want to, I'll do it seriously too, but I’m seriously shocked…

💬 Do cooking

Yuuta: I see! Oogami-senpai, you lived alone for a while, so you know how to cook too, right?

But if we’re gonna cook, I think we’d have to borrow the hotel kitchen, though. Is that possible?

Yuuta: So, on the topic of another unit’s performance…

ES sure has a wide variety of different idols, huh?

With an exception of Ra*bits, I wonder which we should do? What would you choose?

💬 Crazy:B

Yuuta: No, no way, no no no way…

I do not want to imitate Rinne-senpai. If it gets suggested, let’s absolutely refuse.

💬 RYUSEITAI

Yuuta: Now that you’ve mentioned it, that might be fun to perform.

Something like… “A mischievous smile is proof of my spirit! A twilight-colored natural star! ☆” ♪

💬 Valkyrie

Yuuta: If we wanna turn the world upside down, that’s the way to go~!

But, although I can dance in sync with Hinata-kun perfectly, it'd be tough doing that with UNDEAD, huh…

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#yuuta aoi #sandstorm #mini #translation

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notwhatshesaid · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders - War Is Over

word count: 1900 (ish)

summary: the great war is finally over and the shelby's reunite.

she/her pronouns used :)

Todays the day! After four long years I finally get to see my older brothers again. I hardly slept last night out of excitement, neither did Finn. We got told off by Polly and a grumpy, half-asleep Ada, and they were still annoyed in the morning. Pol kept reminding us all week that they probably won't be the same as when they left. It hurts to think about the fact that they might not want to spend time with me anymore: I might begin to get on their nerves or frustrate them. They might even hate me.

Despite these thoughts, I was so giddy with excitement. I had made sure to bathe myself last night to look extra clean for them! I had also picked out my best dress to wear, it was very elegant. It was a present from Polly on my 16th birthday, she'd saved for ages to get me it after I spotted it in a shop window. I also had a necklace to match it, it had a beautiful gemstone infused with silver - a present off John before the war to always remember him by. Tommy had gotten me a copy of Little Women - he wrote a short, loving note to me in it and I've read it hundreds of times since. Arthur had bought me a teddy bear that had 'Love, Arth' embroidered on its left foot, he had also bought me and Finn some expensive sweets - Pol was very displeased. Told him off for giving us too much sugar.

In turn, I had written them all detailed and very heartfelt letters and made them bracelets to wear so we could be matching. I slipped mine on and gave myself a smile in the mirror. My hair was a mess so I went downstairs and Ada helped me do my hair. After a couple of minutes of doing God knows what, she put a ribbon in and I went to look at myself because I half expected my hair to look like a goat had chewed on it. Ada tries, bless her, but she's not exactly a connoisseur when it comes to doing hair. Instead of looking like I had just rolled out of bed, I looked pretty good. Two pieces of hair were twisted on each side of my face and pulled to the back of my head.

I was so happy I nearly forgot to put my shoes on when it was time to leave: Aunt Pol reminded me as I was about to step out of the house and we all had a good laugh about it.

Once we had set off to the train station, my nerves skyrocketed and my worries that they wouldn't like me anymore kept growing. I began to feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded. Aunt Pol and Ada took the lead, Finn and I dawdled behind them, him chattering endlessly about how great it is that they are coming home and all the things he missed doing with them. I didn't speak much, only chiming in with the occasional "mhm" and "yeah". No matter how many times he was told that they probably wouldn't be up for doing lots of what they used to before they left, he didn't really listen or understand. He was very young when they left, as was I, so I'm worried how he will act if they aren't like what they were in his memories.

As we stood waiting, Ada pulled me into a sideways hug and whispered, "it's going to be alright, Y/n, I promise." I nodded hopefully up to her and sank into her side, watching the platform get more and more busy; everyone was shoulder to shoulder but a small ring had gathered around us to give us space, us being family of the head of the notorious Peaky Blinders gang, and the big bad Tommy Shelby coming back to take over the reins, meant that people tried to avoid a possible conflict on such a joyous occasion.

When the war was first announced, I had begged Tommy, Arthur, and John not to sign up, I even tried to guilt trip them into staying but they left me anyway. They told me they had to fight for our king and country, that they would be fighting for me and the family; I still didn't want to let them leave, they didn't really care that they could die, just that they were doing the honourable thing. Realising that begging for them to stay was futile, I instead had begged them for a big sleepover before they left and a day full of fun activities to remember for the rest of our lives. They agreed and we had an amazing time, such a great time that I momentarily forgot why we were even doing it in the first place. Whenever I started to get really sad and miss them I would remember all the fun we had, all the laughter, all the joy.

That joy seemed to leave when they did, fingers crossed it was coming back today.

It was really hard to live without them, running the business proved to be very difficult but Aunt Pol did so well in keeping everything afloat and making us all happy - for the most part. She knew that she could never fill their space, that no matter what we could never truly be okay until the boys got back and the war ended. Honestly, I was very mean to Aunt Pol because I didn't know how to process the emotions I was feeling, and everything was overwhelming but thankfully she was very forgiving and understood why I acted like I did.

The day they announced the war was ending, there were celebrations in the street, grand parties were thrown, and for the first time in four years, I felt truly content. Any nagging thoughts of waking up one day to a telegram was gone. We all hardly slept that night, we sat in the street most the night with the other partygoers drinking and letting everything move past us and every problem we had temporarily disappeared. The remainder of the night was spent with us around the fireplace, just existing and being at peace with one another.

When the train finally rolled into the station, Finn ran through the crowd despite Pol's efforts to keep him next to her, "he could get lost or end up on the train tracks!". Her worries were met with Ada taking the piss, "you know, I did read somewhere that little boys were being pushed onto train tracks. The papers are full of horrifying-" She was cut off by light smack, Pol probably slapped her on the arm. It's funny how much Aunt Pol worries so we've begun to poke some fun at her. She knows we're only messing about so she doesn't take any actual offence but she always plays along. I ducked my head to hide the smile that was coming onto my face: my family was going to be whole again!

A short while later, Finn was running back towards us with the three most powerful men in Small Heath - and possibly the whole of Birmingham - trailing behind him. The crowd absentmindedly parted around them as they moved towards us. John moved in front, pushing Arthur behind him, in order to reach us first. He was strutting with his arms outstretched, "Johnny Boy's home!"

As soon as he reached us he pulled me off my feet and into a hug. "I missed you so much princess." He spoke with a massive smile on his face, touching him made everything sink in so I nuzzled my face into his shoulder, breathing in his aftershave, "missed you more."

I could hear Tommy and Arthur behind me, Polly was crying quietly and Ada was making half arsed jokes - trying to mask her own slightly shaky voice. It's strange, she's not usually one to hide her emotions behind a façade, especially when it's her family. Maybe she's worried they'll take the mick?

I pulled away from John and he put me on the floor, "that necklace looks gorgeous on you, Y/n. Whoever got you that should be your favourite brother." My hand moved to my necklace and I laughed, "he wishes he was."

We hadn't been talking for long before, "Is it my turn now?" Arthur interrupted, very impatient. He didn't wait for a reply before picking me up and spinning me around. I clutched onto his arms, a massive smile on my face. Pol shouted, "be careful with her Arthur! Don't dirty her dress."

"I'm not going to drop her." He shot back, shaking his eyes in a playful manner. He turned his attention back to me and put me down, "have you been good for Pol and Ada?" I tilted my head, "I always am, I'm a perfect angel." He laughed and put one of his hands on my shoulder, "oh yeah? You wish. You're a Shelby, sweetheart, and the best one at that." I smirked, "obviously."

Tommy pulled our attention away from each other and asked me to walk with him, Arthur gave me a 'good luck' look and went back to talk to Finn and Ada. We walked ahead of everyone else, my heart was racing with each step we took - what did he want? Did Pol tell him about the incident? Surely not, it was a while ago and we've all grown and matured since then.

His voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "that dress looks great." Confused, I replied, "thanks. It was a present from Aunt Polly."

"Did you do your own hair?"

"No. Ada did. This is one of her finer pieces of work." I gestured to my hair, flourishing my hand as I did.

He let out a soft laugh, it wasn't quite like I remembered it. "It looks alright. You've grown quite a bit, you look very mature and grown now."

"I am sixteen now y'know."

"I know, you're no longer my little baby sister. Can't believe I wasn't there to celebrate all those holidays with you."

"There'll be more holidays." I smiled up at him. My heart skipped a beat, he missed me! My fears were just irrational thoughts after all. "I really missed you whilst you were gone, Tom. I kept worrying that something had happened to you, John or Arthur but the telegram had gotten lost in the mail or that one day I'd wake up to Polly crying and a tear soaked letter in her hands-"

Tommy spoke before I could finish my sentence and grabbed my hands, "but we're home aren't we? I promise you, Y/n, no matter what we aren't leaving again."

"What about another war?" I asked with slight sincerity, "would you leave me, us, again?"

He pulled me into a hug, "there won't be another war." Tommy lifted my head up to kiss my forehead, "I promise you'll never have to worry like that again." Tommy laughed as I held up my pinky finger but he took it nonetheless.

Everyone had moved past us so he moved his hand to my lower back to direct me behind them, and through the crowds of people on their way home to celebrate - or mourn.

My family is whole again for the first time in four years. I’m never letting anyone leave ever again.

#oneshot #fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #arthur shelby

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Music Monday #210: JAEHYUN - Forever Only release: August 2022 genre: Kpop, R&B

Monday again and oh look, still on my Kpop bullshit. At least this time it's a different subgenre? Stressed out jaguar burrows into comfort sounds when stressed so yeah, the two musical spaces I've been in this month are ATEEZ and K-R&B, so shoot me.

Jaehyun's second appearance via SM Station and first solo on NCT LAB is a heartfelt, up-tempo R&B ballad that, unsurprisingly, had me hooked from the second that acoustic guitar lick started. What can I say? This jagu has predictable tastes. And a weakness for a guy who plays guitar and can serenade me with such a sweet voice. Worse(ish), this goes back to the trend of being an up-tempo love song whose lyrics are full of melancholy (select English CC for official translation). Even Jaehyun admits there's wiggle room for hope in the lyrics he wrote, but the overall vibe is meant to be a wistful melancholy, which lives more in his voice than it does in the backing track.

The music video leans more atmospheric over narrative, the camera spending most of the time on Jaehyun as he sings the song, first in "his" room and then transitioning to the beach. The beach "set" is really perfect for the vibe, the deep blues of a night shoot and the warmer yellows and reds of fire light (both actual and simulated). (what do you mean, my night-and-wild-water bias is showing?) It's another dimension of soothing

Of course, NCT means SMCU means asking the lore question. Shortest answer: not lore. Like Taeyong's "Ghost," this is a passion project Jaehyun's been working on for some time now, something he co-wrote as part of a conversation with his fans. The song itself is a vibe check and the video is, as noted, much more about building an atmosphere rather than telling a story. Between SM Station being a non-lore place in general and LAB being a sub-space of Station meant specifically for showcasing what the ever-growing NCT is able to do musically, this is not a surprise.

"Forever Only" is out now wherever you prefer to stream music, including Amazon, Deezer, and Tidal. NCT just wrapped SMTown 2022 Tokyo with the rest of SM, with NCT 127 tour tickets on sale now (or maybe sold out, depending on when you read this, since they tend to go fast).

Want to see Music Monday deep dives more often? Sponsor a song selection! For the low, low price of one (1) KoFi, I'll write up the song of your choice. ANY song of your choice. Yes, even that one that's been played to death. Yes, your obscure faves too. With sponsors, I can stop skipping weeks and falling further and further behind in the releases! Sponsor a current CB for the next open Music Monday slot or sponsor a throwback for a Thursday feature! But seriously, if you've been enjoying my selections and analyses, we (me and the foster kittens) would love a KoFi in thanks. DW | Twitter | Ko-fi | Patreon | Discord | Twitch

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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Hi, just wanted to say that I was the anon that sent you that (really cheesy but) heartfelt letter. I just wanted to say that you should never shy away from posting, no matter what it may be that you want to share, because there will always be people here that enjoy your writing (I literally binged everything you wrote- even the fandoms I don't even know lol). And it is kinda hypocritical to say that because I was too shy to post my actual message with my actual account because I am too anxious to see how people react to my words (I do now too lmao) But your writing is truly one of the best and I always enjoy what you (re)post.

The actually only new and important part: Your writing is truly one of the best I've read and what I wrote about you is my honest opinion Please believe this dumbass over here lol

You don't have to post this and sorry for grammar mistakes- not a native speaker :)

Hope this didn't make you uncomfortable; please tell me if it did I wish you the best ♥

Hello! It’s nice to meet you :3 there are a few ideas that I've talked about with some mutuals on here. I haven’t written or posted them yet, but I can’t let the idea go.

I'm thinking about once my birthday rolls around at the end of the year. Ill make them as a gift to myself and maybe I'll upload it. I have thought about putting it on a different website just to dump it somewhere. Which I've talked to a few of my mutuals about the idea who told me that ao3 would enjoy the idea more. Since it would be dark smutty content, with heavy on the dark. Anyway your words give me hope about some people enjoying the fucked up idea with me.

On another note it's understandable you would want to use anon. Sometimes when one reaches out to another on this website and they aren't always the nicest when they respond.

I get fat anxious talking to people here too. This leads to me waiting for someone to talk to me first so I don't get annoying. Some time I will write something underneath someone's post and then delete it thinking I would bother them.

I'm very flattered that you have read works from fandoms you aren't in because you like my writing. That is like one of the best compliments. It gives me hope that one day I can write a real story one day. Which I know I only really write smut here, but the idea of making world-building an action-adventure over arching plot with a romance sub plot story.

The idea of making my own monsters for them to go against, alongside slowly building the relationship between the leads as they fight alongside each other sounds excited to write about. Alongside creating various cities and places for them to visit sounds so exciting.

thank you for taking the time to send this in, alongside your other messages, cheesy yes but sometimes cheesy is good. it's putting a huge smile on my face so thank you :3 also the way you type out English (is that how i say it?) is wonderful don't worry about it

you didn't make me uncomfortable this is so sweet thank you sweetie :3

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Thank you so much friend for listening and being there! 😄 You were right i just needed to breathe. I’m pretty sure he was asking them about my b-day. But he also gave me a card when we were watching fireworks together. He wrote a heartfelt note essentially saying that he has enjoyed these past couple of weeks and is glad that i liked him back, he also wanted to know if i wanted to date him offically/exclusively. 😊 So we are officially dating now. 😋 (im resending this because im not sure if it sent or cut off some of the message i copied pasted and it was acting strange pasting a letter at a time but i also was in the car.)

Aww, yay! I'm so glad it all worked out and that I was able to help (even if it was just a little bit). I'm always here to listen if you or anyone else needs a friendly ear! 💜

It sounds as though he was really gentlemanly and sweet about it, too. I'm so happy for you, friend! Congratulations!! 🥳 🥳 🥳 🥳

#deepspacedukat asks #anon ask

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tasteleeknow-remade · 2 years

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Hi.

It's the essay/burnt-out brain girl again.

First of all you're literally THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER!!, like girly please i just wanted you to know that i loved your work but i got a really genuine heartfelt response, like if that's not the nicest thing ever😞😞.

Please i didn't even felt like i wrote a lot because i was just ranting about how much i loved and enjoyed your last release, like I've read them all on different days without even realizing you were the writer all along and i was like wow they're really good at this every single time, and like the last one was my last straw i loved it so much i really wanted to reach out and tell you about it because i was just mind blown with it, like when I finished it i had to take a couple seconds staring at the ceiling because what the heck did i just read, like it was that level of perfection to me.

I'm really sorry like i feel I'm repeating myself a lot and like I'm kinda scared it would get annoying ,like girl we get it you like this one you don't have to say it hundred times,but like i can't help it I'm truly in love.

Also i'm really glad you found my ranting motivational,like please babe I'm your biggest fan i would write you as much essays as you let me, and it's not like it's a task or anything i truly enjoy your work and want to tell you my authentic reaction every single time.

i genuinely think that you have some sort of talent in this, like I've been a huge reader for years and you don't find something that is so good and special that you want to take an action about it everyday, and yours is definitely so good and special and unique and clever and has so much emotional awareness everything about it tells how much you put effort in it , and like babe your writing is way too good to call it crap like we definitely should call it ✨️masterpiece✨️ instead.

I just don't know what to say ,I'm really sorry if i came out as "too much" or like annoying i just want you to know that your hard work is really showing and it's so appreciated and you made someone's day so much better with just some little story and like being so nice and genuine, i just hope you the best out of everything and i'll be one of your loyal supporters from now on, please know that i have so much faith in you like I don't want you to feel pressured i actually want you to maybe feel a bit of relief that no matter what you write someone would really love it and enjoy it and tell you all about how they felt about it.

I really really like you as a writer and a nice person, i hope you find this encouraging and comforting even for a tiny bit, I'm sure it won't take that much time for people to realize how good of a writer you are and appreciate your works and show thier support for it , and like till that time I'm gonna save my seat as one of your first supporters and like i just believe in you and your skills so much i know for sure you're gonna reach whatever you want.

(A tiny note english isn't my first language so I'm really sorry about any mistakes i hope it won't be too disturbing).

you're so sweet stop... you're like a little ray of sunshine and you just decided to shine on me today for some reason. thank you so much! i really really am grateful ♥︎

#your english is great btw!!#answered #fb.ask

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