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betterfettered · 10 months

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Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.

Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.

•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).

•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.

•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.

•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.

(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)

Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!

Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙

I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~

It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha

I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.

I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.

Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).

I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.

Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.

Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.

Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.

That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.

Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.

But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.

He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.

Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.

Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.

Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.

What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.

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blackshadowswriter · 1 year

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Kneel At The Altar┃Matt Murdock

Summary: The one in which the Devil fucks you at the altar.

Warnings: blasphemy? (because I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to fuck in church), reader (me) having very unholy thoughts about Matt in church and Matt acting on those unholy thoughts, little bit of exhibitionism, smut: dom!Matt, kinda rough p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, edging, praying while Matt eats you out AND fingers you (???), choking kink, praise kink, spanking, some degradation, marking, multiple orgasms, some overstimulation, dirty talk (not particularly in that order)

God, if you're reading this, stop here, it isn't for you bby 😘

Words: 7,691

AN: Would you believe me if I said that this fic idea formed in my head WHILE I was in church? I'm not even kidding, I got dragged to church, and I literally thought up this fic while sitting in church, half-listening to a sermon. This fic has been sitting in my drafts for a while now, and I guess the wait was worth it because I bring you 7k words of pure sin. My content warnings have never been this long before, and that's probably not a good sign (or it's a very, very good sign)

Tagging my wonderful @farfromstrange because you also inspired me to finish this, and our horny enthusiasm for this fic kept me going, ily sm girl 🖤

As you knelt in front of the altar on your hands on knees with tears in your eyes and the Devil himself between your legs, you wondered how you had gotten yourself into this predicament.

It had started out so innocent: dear Matthew asking you to go to mass with him, swaying you with his plea of "I don't want to go alone, sweetheart, please" and that drowned puppy look in his eyes. For someone who couldn't see out of them, Matt could express a great deal of emotion in his eyes.

You agreed to accompany him to Sunday morning mass and returned the victorious grin that had spread across his face with a fond one of your own. You weren't usually one for religious settings like this, but it was worth it to see Matt in that black suit with the white dress shirt—one of your favorite outfits on Matt.

Half of the sermon fell on your deaf ears as most of your attention was on Matt, studying his gorgeous side profile and that stubbled jawline that you loved kissing when he fucked you. God, it felt even better between your legs. The thought of that sent heat flaring across your body as you squeezed your thighs together.

Besides you, Matt cleared his throat quietly, nudging you in your side, undoubtedly guessing where your thoughts had gone. A faint blush rose to your cheeks when you saw that Matt's jaw was clenched tightly, a sign you had come to know meant that he was trying to control himself. The sight of that only spurred on further thoughts of Matt losing control and fucking you right there.

Matt let out a quiet but ragged breath, and you knew he could smell the arousal between your thighs. His grip on his cane was so tense that his knuckles had turned white, his scars visible against his trembling fist. Your mouth went dry as you remembered those knuckles buried inside of you as you moaned for him just a few nights ago. Thighs clenching even tighter together, you bit back a grin at Matt's low hiss of your name.

Subtly, Matt adjusted his pants next to you, and the discomfort on his face made you stifle a laugh. The quiet growl Matt rumbled in warning did nothing to dissuade you. You could feel the heat of Matt's body pressed against yours and bit your lip, recalling how it felt against your bare skin.

Your fingers started to creep towards Matt's thigh, lightly skimming up and down the side of those muscular thighs that always caged you in when he knelt on top of you in bed. Faster than you could blink, Matt's hand flew towards you and caught your wrist in his tight grip.

"Not here, for God's sake," he hissed in your ear.

"Funny you'd phrase it like that," you murmured in amusement.

Matt turned to glare at you behind his opaque red glasses, but the way he had to fold his hands across his lap to maintain some semblance of his Good Catholic Boy image in church (which you had come to realize was a total façade) told you he wanted it as much as you did.

You should probably listen to him and stop before anything happened. What was the punishment for getting handsy in God's house again? You had a feeling you didn't want to know.

But there was the slight thrill of excitement shooting through you at the risk of doing this in pubic. A sly grin slid across your lips as you tilted your head towards Matt's ear, letting your hair fall forward in a way that would seem to onlookers as though you were merely whispering something to him. Instead, you nipped at his neck right below his ear where you knew he was sensitive. Matt's entire form, every inch of thick muscle and power stiffened at the contact, and you heard him give the smallest, tinniest groan that no one other than you would be able to hear.

Matt growled your name in warning, but there was no denying the lust burning in his dark eyes. His blank gaze had landed somewhere around your lips, and you wondered if he really was going to give into desire and kiss your right there.

But then everyone started to rise around them to sing the closing songs, and the sudden movement snapped both of you out of whatever horny haze you had been in. You stood like everyone else, shoulders pressed together, forced to ignore the blatant lust coiling in both of you.

For now.

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"I'm going out," Matt whispered to you sometime late at night as you laid curled in bed with a book in hand while the shadow of the Devil stood behind you.

At his words, you shut your book and rolled over to face him, eyes roving over the skin-tight black suit through which you could practically see every single ab. His black mask was held in one hand while the other came up to cradle your face gently. As much was you enjoyed Matt in his black lawyer suit, you decided that you enjoyed Matt even more in his black Devil suit when you could run your fingers across his broad chest and feel the almost burning heat of his skin underneath.

You tilted your head up to study Matt's face. Whenever his mask was on, cloaking so much of his face in black, he felt like a phantom shadow that could disappear if you closed your eyes for a second too long. There was something sharp and fiery and dangerous about him.

You didn't mind of course. In actuality, you enjoyed it—enjoyed the danger of dancing with the Devil.

"Okay," you said, sitting up to press a kiss to his soft lips. "Stay safe."

"I will," he murmured, brushing his calloused fingers across your temple. "Stay in the apartment. Wait for me when I get back."

You knew that voice—that low, possessive tone that dripped with promise for what was to come. A knowing smirk flitted across your lips as you hooked your legs around his waist to pull him nearer. "Yeah?" you challenged. "And what are you going to do when you get back?"

Matt chuckled softly, and even though the mask was off, that sound right there was purely the Devil speaking. "Oh sweetheart," he purred. "That's only for me to know, isn't it?"

That low, raspy voice he used rekindled that fiery want that had burned so dangerously in you hours earlier. By the time Sunday morning mass had been over, Foggy and Karen had called you both over for lunch in the office. The rest of the day had went by as normal with neither of you acknowledging what had transpired in the church outside of his promising smirks and your light, teasing touches ghosting across his body.

Now, however, with the Devil ready to be unleashed, there was nothing stopping that eager, burning desire rearing its head in both of you.

Nothing except Matt's duty to the city.

Fucking morals. You could just stay with me in bed, you thought about telling him. You might even be able to cajole him into staying if you could rile him up enough.

But no. You understood Matt's commitment to Hell's Kitchen even if you weren't too fond of the fact he got beat up every night. Still, it would be cruel to ask him to stop what he did just for you, just so he could hear the cries of those who needed him going unanswered in the merciless shadow of the night.

You weren't above asking for a little taste of his promise, however. "Tell me," you begged softly. "Tell me what you want to do to me."

That sharp grin was still on his face. "When I come back," Matt whispered in your ear, "I am going to fuck you into this mattress so hard that you won't be able to keep quiet." His fingers danced down the nape of your neck lightly, and you shivered. "And you're going to be screaming my name so loud, so everyone can hear who you belong to."

"Oh my God," you whimpered, eyes rolling back at the promise. That heat coiling in your stomach lashed out across your body, spreading through you like a wildfire. It pooled between your thighs, making you clench them tightly together with a soft moan. "Matthew."

The devilish smile that spread across his lips was absolutely sinful, a promise of the night to come. "But," he rumbled in your ear, his hand reaching down to grasp your wrist as he had in church. "You are not to touch yourself until I come back. Do you understand?"

You whimpered again.

"I said," Matt growled, "do you understand me?"

"Yes," you whined. "But God, Matt, please...I can't wait that long, Matt, please—"

"You will," he said sharply, "or you'll be punished." He released his harsh hold on your wrist and brought his hand up to trail lightly across your cheek, his tenderness a stark contrast to his rough dominance a few seconds ago. "You can do that for me, can't you, sweetheart? Can't you be a good girl for me? Can't you be a good girl and wait for me to get back to fuck you?"

Fuck, not the praise.

Your head fell backwards with a small shuddering moan, eyes falling shut as your thighs squeezed tightly together, a desperate motion to ease the ache in your core. "Matt," you whimpered. "Please."

His low laugh breezed across your cheek, and Matt's hand disappeared from your cheek. "Be good," came his stern order, and then the radiant heat from Matt's body vanished, leaving you panting and desperate.

By the time your eyes had snapped open, the Devil was gone, melting back into the shadows into the night.

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You tried.

Oh God, you truly tried.

You laid there in bed, body burning with desperate need as you tried not to think about what Matt was planning to do to you lest your predicament worsen.

You tried to read. You rolled onto your stomach and flipped your book back open, trying to pick up where you left off. It did no good—the words wouldn't permeate the fog of sinful thoughts swarming in your head that screamed Matt, Matt, Matt.

You thought about disobeying Matt and touching yourself, just to relieve some of that pressure building between your legs but quickly dismissed the idea. Matt would know if you did—he would smell the scent of your arousal on your fingers and instantly know what you had done. Even though the prospect of his punishment was excitement, tonight you didn't think you could stand his merciless teasing. You needed him desperately.

Eventually, after nearly an hour of lying there, you got out of bed and slipped your shoes on. You would go for a walk around the neighborhood, you decided. The fresh air would help clear your head and calm yourself down.

At least that's what you told yourself you would say if a certain Devil caught your scent and chased you down.

And if you were really just hoping that said Devil really would catch your scent...well, that was no one's business, was that?

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In an interesting twist of irony, you made it as far as the gates of Clinton Church before he caught up with you.

You thought you had heard him behind you several times as you walked, and you knew he must have been letting you hear his small footsteps and scuffles on purpose. If he wanted to, Matt could move like a giant Devilish cat, leaping across rooftops thought the dark in absolute silence.

But then you paused in front of the church, staring at the stained glass windows through which you could see the dark interior as you thought about that morning. You didn't even noticed the church doors slowly creeping open in front of your, too caught up in your thoughts.

Suddenly, a strong arm snaked around your waist and yanked you through the doors into the dark church. The startled gasp that flew from your lips at the quick movement was quickly stifled by a large hand over your mouth, but you weren't afraid. You could feel the familiar, broad line of muscle pressed against your back, his body heat that always burned so warm a comforting feeling after the cold New York air.

"I told you to wait for me," a low voice hissed in your ear.

You bit back a grin, the tingle of excitement in your stomach growing stronger. "I was just going out for a walk," you said innocently.

He growled behind you and dragged you towards the altar through the rows of empty pews. As your feet stumbled along, your eyes darted around the dark interior, sweeping for any sign of company. You shouldn't have been worried though—Matt had far more effectively scoped out the inside already to make sure no one else was there.

"Kneel," Matt ordered when they reached the altar.

You obeyed, dropping to your knees in front of the wooden table. The cloth that usually draped across it was absent tonight—perhaps being cleaned or for some other reason. It didn't matter. All that mattered right now was the man pressed against your back.

"You've been a bad girl tonight," Matt mused, his chest vibrating against your back when he spoke.

"Well, you were taking so long, so I thought I'd come find you," you replied sweetly, unable to keep the grin off your face this time.

Matt hadn't told you that you could move, so you kept still in the position he had ordered you in—kneeling in front of the altar facing forward away from the warm frame of muscle and power at your back. Your eyes turned, almost automatically, up towards the massive statue of Jesus hanging from the cross as you silently wondered if Matt really was planning on taking your right in front of that statue. You decided you wouldn't mind if he did.

Behind you, you could hear Matt pacing quietly, purposefully keeping out of your line of sight. He made a tsking noise. "So impatient," he tutted. "Perhaps I need to teach you the virtue of patience, don't you think, sweetheart?"

You licked your lips slowly. "What does this lesson on patience include, sir?" you asked, emphasizing the last word with a smirk.

His sharp inhale carried to your ears, and your grin widened. Your goal tonight was to rile Matt up enough that he would either forget about your disobedience or not care. So far, the plan was going great.

Then, his hand fisted in your hair and yanked your head back. Matt's burning form reappeared, pressed flushed against your back. His hot breath was in your ear suddenly, growling, "I want you to take these off—" his finger curled in the waistband of your pants and snapped them against your waist "—and get on your hands and knees."

When you didn't move at first, he landed a sharp hit to your clothed ass. You yelped, and his hand darted up to cover your mouth.

"Move, sweetheart," he ordered lowly. "And keep quiet. We don't want anyone hearing us here, do we?"

"No," you panted even though you weren't sure if you were telling the truth. His hand released your hair, and you scrambled to obey him, peeling off your jeans and tossing them aside before kneeling how he told you to. The position felt oddly exposed—you could feel cold air breezing across your naked legs and shivered.

"That's better," Matt murmured behind you. His bare hand—when had he taken off the gloves?—brushed against the back of your thigh, and you whimpered, instinctively pressing back against him. This time, when his hand came down your ass, you didn't have the denim of your jeans to protect you. The sound of his hand against the thin material of your panties echoed with a sharp crack through the church. You had to bring a hand up to fist in your mouth to keep quiet from the sting.

"So." He trailed a finger across the back of your thighs lazily, occasionally dipping them down to slide along the soaked fabric of your panties, taking pleasure in each of your hitched breathes. "You want to explain what that was about earlier?"

"I was just going for a walk," you whimpered, desperately arching back into him, but his fingers disappeared the moment you did. The next second, another sharp smack landed on your ass, jolting you forward with a small gasp.

"That's not what I was asking, and you know it," Matt said calmly. "I was talking about this morning."

A feeling of something—you didn't know what that was—ran down your spine, and you shivered, heart rate picking up at the memory of your little dalliance during mass.

"I don't know," you breathed.

Your heart skipped. Lie.

Another harsh strike landed on your ass. "You do."

"Fuck, Matt," you nearly cried, "please!"

"What are you asking for, hm?" Matt murmured, running a large palm over your stinging ass. "Tell me, sweetheart."

"Touch me, fuck me, anything," you begged. "Please, Matt, I've waited so long."

"Then you can wait a little more, can't you?"

"No," you panted, trying not to move, your body on fire. "Matt, please!"

He gave a thoughtful hum, fingers teasing you lightly through the thin fabric of your panties. Your hips bucked back instantly, a sharp whine leaving your throat at the touch. You tried to grind against his hand, but he yanked it away with a low, almost mocking chuckle.

"You've been naughty today, sweetheart," Matt purred. "Having such unholy thoughts in church—don't think I didn't know what you were thinking about. Tell me what were you imagining, hmm?"

Heat rose to your face, melting right along with the fire raging across the rest of your body. "I don't know," you stammered.

"Lie," Matt said, his voice darkly amused. His hand slid underneath your jaw and tilted your head back, so he could press his lips to the shell of your ear. "Were you thinking about me fucking you, sweetheart?"

A ragged moan fell from your mouth, a pulse of heat running across your spine. You let your head fall back against Matt's shoulder, arching back against him. The hand gripping your jaw stroked your cheek gently, a glimpse of softness underneath his dominating exterior.

"Please," you begged quietly. "I need it, Matt. I'll do anything, please..."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

He let out a quiet, considering noise, his fingers absently stroking your jaw with a gentleness that you had come to know precede the roughness. You whimpered quietly, begging him in your head to hurry up and do whatever the fuck he wanted to do so he could just fuck you already. Your body was aching with need, that fire in your raging to be satisfied.

"How well do you remember the Lord's Prayer?" Matt asked you abruptly.

You blinked in surprise. "T-the Lord's Prayer?"

"Yes."

"Um...kind of?" you said uncertainly. "Haven't done it since middle school." You felt the breath from his quiet laughter skate across your earlobe and twitched in anticipation of whatever he had planned.

"Here's what's going to happen," he said slowly, his tone dipping back down into the low timber of his Devil voice, the one that always sent shivers down your spine. "You're going to recite it for me as penance for your sins."

"I didn't—"

"Thinking about the Devil fucking you in church is a sin, sweetheart," Matt cooed. "You're going to need to repent if you want to get what you want."

"Y-you want me to pray."

"Yes."

"Right here. Kneeling in my panties. With you at my back, half grinding on my ass."

A sharp swat landed on your ass. "Hmm, it seems more like you were the one grinding on me," he chuckled lowly, dragging his finger along the seam of your underwear. "As for the panties, God might mind, but I don't think the Devil does. In fact, he prefers you praying like this. Go on, sweetheart. Say your prayer, and maybe I'll think about giving you what you want."

You drew in a shaky breath, trying to clear your head away from thoughts of Matt, fuck me already and remember the words of the prayer. This actually wasn't so bad, you decided. It was a bit of a weird request to pray, kneeling at the altar in soaked panties, but it was fine. All you had to do was recite the prayer, and then hopefully, Matt would be satisfied and finally give in to you.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"Okay," you started to say, the vaguely remembered words coming to the tip of your tongue. "Um...Our Father...who art in heaven...hallowed be...thy name?"

"Keep going," Matt purred in your ear, his hands sliding down from your face to lightly grip your throat for a brief moment, enjoying your shaky groan at the contact. He pushed you back down onto your hands and knees, hand running down to your waist and dragging sensually across your hips.

Whimpering at the touch, you bit your lip and forced the next words out. "Y-your kingdom come....and, um....your will be done—Matt, what are you—?"

For he had just hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties and started to slide them down your hips. Your breath caught in your throat at the way the fabric slid against your most sensitive areas. "Don't worry about me," he murmured. "Just lift your legs up for me—there you go. Continue."

What the actual fuck? Did he honestly expect you to be even close to okay after that? He slid your panties completely free of your legs, leaving your soaked heat bare to him. You whimpered at the barely there brush of his fingers against your inner thigh, just a few inches away from where you ached for him most.

"Continue, sweetheart," Matt ordered.

You tried to take another deep breath and continue where you'd left off. "Okay, um...will be done...on—on Earth as it is in Heaven. Uh...give us this day our—fucking hell, Matthew—oh my God, fuck!"

You lurched forward, a strangled cry falling from your lips when you felt Matt's mouth suddenly close around your dripping cunt, tongue lashing mercilessly against your clit so fast and so sharp it nearly hurt. He kept up the torturous pace for a few seconds while you writhed and moaned, pleasure striking like lightning between your legs and arcing up to your back and across your legs. His mouth on you was both a remedy and fuel to the desperate need that had been kindling there all night. Your hands clawed at the carpet underneath you, fire burning across every nerve in your body as you shuddered and cried out for him.

Then, as suddenly as it came, his mouth vanished from your cunt in a heartbeat, and you were left just as empty and desperate as you were a few seconds ago.

"No!" you choked out, voice thick with fading pleasure and need as you tried to grind back against him uselessly. "Matt, please!"

He didn't answer your plea for a few moments, instead dragging his tongue across his lips and moaning softly as the taste of you. God, you were perfection to him, you always were. Matt wanted nothing more than to dive back between your legs and drink from you until you had nothing left to give him.

But half the enjoyment of the catch was the chase, and Matt was not done teasing you yet. He laughed darkly, landing another slap to your ass, gentler this time but no less firm. "I told you to pray, sweetheart," he reminded you. "I told you to pray and repent for your sins. And what do you do? Be a filthy little girl and start moaning for me? In God's house? What a dirty little girl you are."

Your mouth fell open at the sheer audacity of this man to accuse you of such a thing when he just fucking ate you out right in front of the altar. Still, there was no hiding the shudder that rolled through you at his words, and Matt gripped your hips firmer.

"You're going to finish your prayer," Matt ordered. "No matter what happens, and then we'll see if you deserve to get fucked."

"'No matter what happens?'" you repeated in a choked whisper. "Are you—you're not actually going to—"

Another hard hit landed on your ass, the sting only feeding the fire threatening to consume you. "Pray, sweetheart," Matt ordered. "Can't you follow a simple command?"

You swallowed thickly. "Y-yes, I can."

"Good. Then continue."

You whimpered softly, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to ignore the burning, aching need for him between your legs. Where had you even left off on the prayer?

"Give us this day our daily bread," you stammered out. "And—um—forgive us our— oh God!"

Because fuck, his mouth was on you again, hungrily lapping at your cunt as you bucked against him desperately. His hot tongue dragged across your clit, and burning pleasure was scorching every inch of your skin. You threw back your head with a wanton moan when Matt circled the sensitive bud with a quick swipe of tongue that had you writhing in his firm grip.

"Matt!" you cried, molten heat rolling across every nerve in your body. Your hands curled against the carpet, desperately grasping for something to hold on to, to brace you against the raging fire licking at your insides.

Matt paused in his motions, pulling his mouth away for a second, but his finger came to replace his tongue, drawing languid circles on your clit that had you rolling your hips in desperation.

"I told you to pray," he told you again, quiet warning in his voice. "Don't make me remind you again."

A strangled noise fell from your lips. "Y-you keep eating me out, and you want me to pray?" you squeaked.

You didn't have to look back to know he had that feral grin on his lips, the one that always drove you insane. "Oh sweetheart, that was the plan from the beginning."

And his deliciously thick finger plunged into you with a sinfully slick noise that seemed to echo through the empty church like a reminder of the blasphemy taking place at the altar, and then you were writhing, whining, whimpering as Matt fucked you slowly with his middle finger. His purposefully slow, deliberate strokes had you moaning so loud, you thought anyone passing by the church might hear you. Each thrust of his finger inside of you stoked that deep, festering pleasure that burned in your very core, making you arch and cry out to a God too ashamed to answer you.

That was okay, you thought through a thick haze of pleasure. You didn't need God to answer you. You needed the Devil to fuck you.

Matt groaned, his eyes rolling back at the smell of your arousal. He dragged his tongue over his lips, bringing the delicious taste of you from the air into his mouth, heat rippling through him at that new sensation. Painfully hard and throbbing in his pants, Matt panted, desperately drawing another breath in just to drag more of your taste into him. You were exquisite. You were perfect, his good little girl, making such pretty noises for him. You were everything he needed and so much more.

His thumb dragged across your sensitive clit, sending jolts of fiery pleasure stabbing through you as that pressure started to build in your lower abdomen, fire coiling into a tight rope, ready to snap. And oh, there it was, sweet orgasm dancing within reach, so close but so far away. Half sobbing, you arched against him, desperately trying to get him to fuck you faster.

But then Matt's fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you empty and aching, slick dripping down your thighs as a harsh sob left your chest. The burning edge of orgasm was already fading away. "Matt," you cried, "please! Please, Matt, please, you've been teasing me for so long—"

"Isn't that what you wanted?" he snarled, his hand fisting in your hair to yank your head back, so his lips were right against your ear. "Don't act like you didn't want this, you dirty little girl."

A wanton moan slipped from your mouth before you could stop it, before you could register the embarrassment. "I wanted you to fuck me," you groaned. "I need it, Matt, please."

Abruptly, he released his grip on your hair but not before delivering another harsh swat to your ass. "You want me to fuck you? Then do as I say," he commanded. "I gave you an order, sweetheart, and you still haven't followed it. You better finish that prayer before I decide to give you another punishment for not listening."

"I—I don't—"

Another hit to your ass. "Did you not hear me?" Matt growled, his voice all rough edges and heated ash drifting across your skin. "Or do you just enjoy being a brat?"

This, you thought vaguely, this should be embarrassing. The way he degraded you, the way he called you his dirty little girl, his brat—if it had been any other man, you would've beat the shit out of him. But oh, it was him, it was your Matt, it was your Devil whispering filthy words to you, and every single syllable sent another pulse of heat rolling through you like molten lava.

"This is your last warning," Matt said lowly. "Finish your prayer now, or I'll give you another punishment."

Your brain scrambled to comprehend what he was saying, or at least some part of your brain that hadn't shut down, that wasn't giving in to primal instinct to beg Matt to fuck you. Where the fuck had you even left off?

"...F-forgive us our trespasses as we forgive...our—no, uh, those who trespass against us. And, um, lead us not into temptatio—ah, Matt!"

God, this time it was two of his wonderfully thick fingers pushing into you abruptly, thick heat pulsing through you. Your hips bucked against him instinctively, seeking moremoremore. The words of the prayer died on your tongue, replaced by shameless whimpers and moans as Matt dragged them out slowly and then shoved them back in a harsh thrust, the tips of his fingers barely grazing that spot, deep inside of you. Desperate, keening cries tumbled from your mouth as you threw your head back, gasping and whining.

You—oh God—you needed more. Hot pleasure wormed its way through your body, consuming every other thought until you were left with nothing but primal, wanton need. Your arms trembled as you barely held yourself up, cunt throbbing around Matt's fingers achingly.

This time, when Matt pulled your hair back and snarled in your ear, his fingers didn't leave you. Instead, they continued their torturously slow pace even as he purred, "Finish the goddamn prayer, sweetheart, and don't make me ask again."

You knew better than to protest the unfairness of him making you recite a prayer while he fucked you on his fingers in front of the altar. You could barely summon a thought that wasn't fuck me, Matt, please, but you managed to choke out the next line.

"Deliver us from evil," you sobbed even as Matt brushed his thumb across your clit again, making you jolt at the sharp pleasure racing along the bud of sensitive nerves. "I—ah!—don't know the rest—" you stammered, desperate to reach the end.

"Lie," he chuckled in your ear. "Lie one more time, and that prayer is going to be the least of your problems, sweetheart."

Your head fell back against his hand, eyes falling shut as your needy whimpers echoed along the church walls. His fingers had picked up pace, and now Matt pressed them deep enough to just ever so slightly brush against your g-spot. Even that brief, barely there contact was enough to have you dripping and throbbing on his fingers.

"Finish it," Matt cooed in your ear. "Come on, honey, you're so close."

In both ways, you thought distantly in your muddled mind. "Please!" you cried.

"Finish the last bit, and you can come," he promised.

Well, that changed things. Spurred on by his vow, you blinked harshly, trying to put aside the scorching pleasure arcing through your body for a second.

"For the—the kingdom and—uh something about power and glory—is yours, uh, nowandforeveramen," you rushed out, squeezing your eyes shut, and begging, begging that it was good enough for Matt.

"Hmm," he hummed, considering. Should he make you redo that last bit? Technically it wasn't correct, and how he would love to hear you cry for him if he made you repeat it. But then you ground your hips back, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers with a strangled cry of "please, sir!" And oh, how he could deny that?

Matt didn't reply, but you heard him shifting behind you, the rhythm of his fingers pausing for a second. A half sobbed plea was forming on your lips, but it was chased away in a heartbeat when the glorious wet heat of Matt's mouth closed around your cunt again.

Sinfully loud moans and gasps tore from your throat, your head falling forward. Fiery pleasure almost too much to handle burned between your legs, coursing up through your entire body until your toes were curling and your hands gripping the carpet. Matt lapped at your clit like a man starved, all while his fingers resumed their motions, finally picking up pace, settling into a fast rhythm you so desperately needed.

You were racing towards your climax at a speed that would've been embarrassing if Matt hadn't been edging you all night. "Please," you choked out, tears streaming down your face from the sheer intensity of it all. "Please, Matt, you said I could come, I need it, please—"

And his hand that was holding on to you squeezed your hip, and that was all the confirmation you needed. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, Matt curled his fingers inside of you just right, pressing down on that spot, and then you just fell. Off that high cliff you had been dancing to and from for the entire night.

The plummet was truly something else: your back arched, and a ragged cry—almost scream—was falling from your mouth, incoherent noises and words reaching Matt's ears as orgasm surged over you like a tidal wave, knocking you off your feet and dragging you under into a blanket of blissful oblivion. You swore you saw stars popping in the corners of your blurry vision, so much white-hot pleasure burning through you, it was almost incomprehensible.

Matt slowed the drag of his fingers but kept up soft little kitten licks on your clit as you came down until you were twitching and whimpering from the oversensitivity. But he didn't wait for you to fully recover before continuing.

In one swift move, he flipped you over into your back, and you got a glimpse of his powerful form leaning over you, his flushed face, his straining bulge in his pants, his lust-filled eyes burning into you before his mouth crashed against yours in a fiery kiss.

You could practically feel his hunger devouring you from that kiss from the way he claimed your lips, hot tongue pressing into your mouth the second you opened to him. His teeth lightly nipped your bottom lip, and your moan was swallowed by his tongue sliding against yours. Matt groaned into your mouth, his hips grinding down against you.

"Matt," you whined when he broke the kiss to let you come up for air. "Please, I need you."

He growled, the hungry sound nothing short of feral as he dipped his head to suck at your neck. The hot embrace of his mouth at your throat had you keening, tilting your head back for more, which he gave you, his teeth grazed the delicate, vulnerable skin. A low hum rippled through his form before he suddenly sank his teeth into your neck, nipping you hard enough to leave a mark. You gasped, body involuntarily arching up into him as Matt dragged his tongue over the spot he had bit as if soothing it.

"Wanna mark you, sweetheart," he moaned into your neck. "So they know who you belong to."

Jesus fucking Christ. This man was going to be the death of you.

"Fuck me," you begged. "I want it, Matt, please. Mark me, fuck me, make me yours."

Another feral snarl rumbled deep in his chest, and then suddenly, you were lifted up into the air before your back hit a cold, stone table.

Did he just put you on the fucking altar?

You didn't have time to think about that, however, because Matt was hurriedly unbuckling his pants, and the only thought left in your head was finally. Eagerly, you helped him shove those goddamn pants off his hips, licking your lips at the sight of his straining cock in his boxers before you yanked those down too, reveling in Matt's soft whimper. His cock was painfully hard, the tip bright red and slick with his precum that dripped down his throbbing length. The mere sight of his gorgeous cock had you clenching your thighs together as you wrapped your hand around his thigh girth, stroking him softly. The throaty moan of your name he let out sent shivers racing down your spine.

"Sweetheart," he groaned, eyes falling shut.

"Please," you whined, "I need you, Matt. I need you inside me."

"Fuck," he breathed, and his fingers curled around your hips, yanking you forward suddenly. With a gasp, you were dragged across the altar until your legs could wrap around Matt, who was standing right between between thighs, all that thick, powerful muscle cradled between your legs. Matt lined his cock up with your entrance and brought his hand out to cradle your face. "I want to hear you scream for me," he ordered. "I want everyone to hear who you belong to."

You whimpered, nodding frantically. "I—yes, Matt, yes, just please—just fuck me, Matt."

Even like this, flushed, panting, and as obviously needy as you were, he could still manage that cocky smirk as his finger brushed across your lips. "You asked for it," he chuckled and finally, finally pushed himself into you, inch by burning inch.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth falling open as slowly, he slid his thick length into you, the stretch of him in your cunt welcome after the emptiness of so long. "Matt," you moaned when he finally bottomed out, his ragged groan matching your own. God, he was so big, so thick, seated deep inside of you. His burning body molded perfectly against you, the endless expanse of lean muscle and soft skin glorious underneath your roaming hands.

"You feel so good, sweetheart," he panted, dragging his cock out slowly and sliding back in, his leisure pace driving you mad. "Ah!—fuck—you're so tight, baby."

"Want you," you moaned, arching into him. "Want you to fuck me. Fuck me the way I know you want to, Matt, please."

He let out another ragged groan, the hand cradling your cheek moving down to wrap around your throat, not squeezing but just holding for the time being. "Y-yeah?" he stuttered, trying to sound rough and in control but failing as he swallowed down another eager moan. You loved watching him like this, watching the way he fell apart in front of you, all because of you. "And what's that?"

You wrapped your legs around Matt's hips to let him grind deeper into your cunt, matching his heady pant with a needy whimper of your own. "Y-you wanna fuck me hard," you moaned out. "Could feel it, Matt, could feel the way you want it. Please, I—I can take it, I need you to—oh fuck!—fuck me rough. Take me, Matt, please."

His growl rumbled deep in his throat, and the large hand gripping your throat squeezed just once. Matt dipped his head down to place a kiss on your lips, sweet and gentle one last time as he purred against your mouth.

Then, he braced his other hand next to your head on the altar, and when he dragged his hips back, this time he returned to you with a vicious snap of his hips, slamming his cock back into you. A strangled gasp flew from your mouth as your hands scrambled against the altar surface beneath you, trying to find something to hold onto.

But there was nothing, nothing other than you and Matt and the fast, rough, almost brutal pace he set as he drove himself into you again and again. This pleasure was so much deeper and stronger than before, each delicious drag of his cock against your slick cunt sending sparks careening through your body until your brain felt overloaded with bliss. The sounds you two were making were nothing short of downright filthy: the slap of skin on skin as Matt's hips collided with your thighs, the slick noise of his cock gliding through your obscene wet cunt, the sinfully loud moans falling from both of your lips.

Matt's grip on your throat tightened when you clenched around his cock, and he growled, the sound thick and hazy with lust and need. He picked up his pace even more, fucking you so hard you knew you were going to feel it tomorrow, but you didn't give a shit. Worth it, in your opinion, if it came from Matt Murdock railing you like this.

"Matt," you slurred, half drunk on the pleasure he gave you. He stroked your jaw with his thumb, his blank eyes, dark with arousal and lust, focused somewhere around your lips.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he panted, his hips driving into you with animal-like need. "Y-you feel so good. So wet, so tight just for me. You sound so—fucking pretty getting fucked on my cock."

You whined, writhing beneath him even as his hand not gripping your throat pressed against your waist to hold you down. Every goddamn nerve in your body was screaming, burning, scorching with the pleasure that rolled across your body in throbbing waves. Matt adjusted his grip on your waist, lifting you up every so slightly but oh at that perfect angle that let him hit your g-spot with each thrust of his hips.

Your high moan, pitched almost at a scream, was the result as mind numbing pleasure sparked between your thighs with each harsh thrust. You clenched tighter around Matt, spurring his frantic thrusts on until he was pounding into you at a pace close to brutal, the obscene squelch of his cock diving into your soaked cunt echoing around you like an unholy melody, the chorus being your screams.

Matt leaned over you, panting roughly. You could smell the sweet scent of musk and sex in the air and see the way his pink mouth parted with each heavy breath against your throat. He lowered his head to drag along your cheek until his lips were pressed against your ear.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he groaned. "I can feel you, you're almost there." And you were for the second time that night, you could feel the cloud of your orgasm hovering right above you, pushed closer and closer by each brutal stroke of his cock inside of you.

"Come on, honey, come on my cock," Matt ordered, and you whined. "You're taking my cock so well, all you have to do is come for me. Be my good little girl and come all over my fucking cock."

That was all you needed. Your back arched off the altar, your hands shot out to grab desperately at Matt, your eyes squeezed shut, and your head was thrown back in absolute bliss. This time, orgasm rolled over you slower than the first time but even more intense. It scorched its way through every nerve ending in your body, consuming you like a blanket of fiery heat, making your vision go white. Distantly, you heard yourself scream—actually scream—as you descended into a blank state of pure, utter pleasure.

You could feel Matt's pace growing sloppy and frantic, short, desperate thrusts as he panted and groaned louder and louder until his hips stuttered against yours, and the most beautiful moan you had ever heard left his lips. He emptied himself into you, and you felt his hot seed spilling deep inside of your cunt even as Matt continued to grind into your tightness until every last drop of his spent was buried inside of you. He slumped over your body on the altar, both of your chests heaving in sync as you came down from your highs together.

Finally, Matt lifted his head from your chest and peered at you with his lovely dark eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked uncertainly. "Was that too much?"

You cradled his face in your hands, marveling how this wonderful, wonderful man was yours. "It was perfect," you promised, kissing him sweetly. "It's never too much. I love you, Matt."

"Hmm," he hummed contently into your mouth. "I love you so much, sweetheart. You're sure you're okay?"

"Oh I am absolutely glowing, Matthew. If I had known this is what you meant when you said you wanted me to come to church with you, I would've came ages ago."

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AN: It's been a hot second since I've written full blown smut, so forgive me if it's kinda rusty. Although I feel like I should be asking forgiveness for this whole fic soooo 🤷‍♀️ I wanna say I need to go to church after writing this, but the last time I was in church, I came up with the most unholy smut fic idea ever, so maybe not a good idea (maybe it'll inspire another one though)

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luckycharming · 10 days

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I have mentally checked out of jjk since the dreaded Shibuya arc, but what I will say, in light of Gege's continuously shitty writing choices, jjk would've been such a better manga of someone else wrote it. Like, the premises was so interesting until ol' dude just decided to run it into the ground. I'm not mad about how grim and bleak it is because the world is jjk has always been dreary. It's just getting redundant at this point and he's literally ruined or killed or a combination of the two to damn near ever character in this damn manga! I'm praying for this shit to end at this point. It peaked and fell off far quicker than I expected that I got whiplash.

Satoru Gojo, you deserved far better than anything you've gotten. You are a beautiful and complex character and you'll always have my heart. They could never make me hate you bby 💙💙💙

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #my thoughts #my ramblings #gege when i catch you gege

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heavenlycloud · 10 months

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the veil~ ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

five: hey bby gorl i want u ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: swearing, crying, slightly unedited

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: the masquerade ball begins with yunjin and y/n set on finding one another. through meeting other friends they pray that fate will help them cross paths at least once. they hope for a fairytale ending, at a ball it only seems fitting. however, life is no fairytale and tonight both girls are reminded of it.

author notes: this update is quiet long compared to others but i'm hoping you all still enjoy it. i begin my semester next week so i'm hoping i can get back to updates once a week, but we shall see what happens! additionally, the tag list is still open for those of you all who want to be added in, just comment or drop an ask in my inbox! lastly, feedback, comments, reblogs, questions, literally anything but hateful speech is welcome and very much appreciated!

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you adjusted the black mask that rested over your face and tossed the bone straight extensions of your ponytail over your shoulder. from the outside you looked like you owned the room, that everyone around you was just a player in a game you controlled. however, internally you were a nervous wreck especially when you realized the lingering gazes as you walked by guests. beside you, ningning was on your right arm bowing politely to people as you both crossed the ballroom. in a low whisper you asked, “can you feel people staring at us? i swear people are staring.” your member smiled and mumbled back, “yeah.” when you pinched her hand in slight annoyance she added, “i’m serious, y/n. all eyes are on you.” when you scanned the room again you realized she was right. a wave of nervousness washed over you and you begged, “stay close okay?” she slipped her hand from your arm and told you seriously, “signal me if you need me okay? my phone is on too, and aeri and karina unnie are over there by the doors.” she gave your hand a squeeze before running over to you recognized as shuhua of (G)I-DLE.

in your blazer pocket your phone buzzed multiple times and you fished it out to see a familiar name: Lyra 🪐 quickly you found a quiet corner outside of the ballroom where nobody seemed to be around. when you answered the call a smile spread across your lips at the sound of her voice, even with a filter over it, “jasmine!” you tried to hide the giddiness in your tone to no avail, “hey what’s up?” you could hear the music from the ballroom playing in the background of her call as she asked, “you’re here right?” you hummed in reply, “mhm.” she paused for a moment then said quietly, “i hope i get to see you tonight…” you responded, “i think you will, don’t worry. i know there’s a lot of people but we’re on the same place. we’re bound to cross paths at some point, right?” you could hear the disappointment in her tone when she softly asked, “how do i know it’s you?” a smile broke out across your face hearing that she already wanted to meet you, “you’ll know it’s me.” she insisted once more, “but how-” you cut her off quickly but the gentleness in your tone made her heart race, “just…think of me.” the last three words left your lips with a smile at the double meaning, if she’d recognize both of them she would know if she met you at the end of the night.

“hey are you coming to dan-” someone in the background of her call started to ask her. there was a muffled ramble that was surely her trying to ward off whoever the person was. but you took this moment to sweetly say, “go have fun with your friends, love. i have to go.” you didn’t give her a chance to protest because you knew if you didn’t hang up now, the two of you would just talk all night in your respective corners.

the moment you put your phone down and tucked it back into your pocket a hand pulled your shoulder. the stranger turned your around and asked, “oh my god- y/n?!” you didn’t have to look to recognize the australian accent. lily smacked your arm, “you can’t just disappear like that! i was getting us drinks and then i look back and you’re gone! felix and i were freaking out and about to interrupt ningning with her friends!” you apologized, “sorry i had to take a call.” lily tipped your chin up to get a better look at your masked face. the black lace, phantom style mask covered most of your face but not enough to where your best friend couldn’t see the stupid smile you were fighting to hide back.

lily and felix pressed you with questions between trying to also help you sort out which one of the guests was your special girl. about thirty minutes in you three had narrowed it down to four possible options. three of the four girls wore lavish princess style ball gowns with poofy skirts and sparkling masks, while the other wore a navy blue suit adorned with heavy jewels and beading. felix was the one who pieced it all together, informing you and lily that, jisu was the type to make her closest friends also show up looking the best just because it made sense to her that way. lily agreed that her senior was the type to do such a thing, so it was certain. so here you were, carefully watching the four girls and trying to decide which one was your match.

for nearly the entire night you were keeping your eyes on the young women but one specifically caught your eye. she wore a dazzling white down with butterfly-like detailing on the bust. her mask was silver with clear jewels and matching beadwork and honestly she looked perfect. her newly dyed black hair was tied beautifully in a curly half up half down style that fit the princess theme. you’d caught the eyes of one of her friends, the one in pink, which you realized after turning your head and seeing her gaze right on you.

aeri slipped by your side with a genuine smile on her face, rosy cheeks and a giggle as she gushed, “this girl just came up to me and called me gorgeous, kissed my hand, and then we danced- like a real dance not like in the clubs.” it had been weeks since you’d seen aeri this happy over anything so you weren’t going to ask more important questions or take this moment away from her. instead you pulled her closer to your ear and asked, “who was it?” she whispered lowly, “the one in the navy blazer. i think she’s one of jisu’s friends.” you felt your heart race and aeri added, “do you think that girl in the pink dress is Lyra? she’s been staring at you…hard.” you didn’t turn your head as you answered, “no. i think she’s the girl in silver…felix and lily have been thinking it’s the girl in pink though.” your member confirmed, “she’s gotta be the one. Little Miss Silver Butterfly hasn’t looked your way, but Princess Bubblegum over here…she wants you BAD.” you laughed and pushed aeri by the shoulder to tell her to be quiet as you quickly stole a glance to the girl who couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

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somi locked her eyes on the girl in the black embellished suit with the matching phantom-style mask. she turned to yunjin and said, “yeah. that’s definitely not your girl. i think it’s the one chaeyoung got all close with that started giggling when she kissed her hand.” yunjin bit the corner of her lip and peeked over her shoulder while agreeing, “you’re probably right.” soobin took a sip from his punch, “i still think it’s the one somi’s been having a staring contest with.” yunjin pushed his shoulder lightly and rolled her eyes, “hush. go be steph’s wingman or something. we know what we’re doing.” just as he started to walk off, a new waltz began playing and people started to drag their partners onto the floor for a dance.

yunjin turned to make a move towards a masked aeri, but someone caught her hand, “may i have this dance?” she whipped around to see yeonjun, a colleague and friend, in front of her. he looked like a prince beneath the glowing light of the ballroom, and that same charming smile that got her the very first time they met sent butterflies to her stomach all over again. she would never hesitate to admit that the young man was handsome, but they would never work…they tried briefly and ended things as friends. however there was always going to be something about him that charmed her, and made her blush to no resolve.

the american singer smiled politely so not to cause a scene as she took yeonjun’s hand. he place a gentle kiss on her knuckles and she rolled her eyes trying not to laugh. yunjin followed the man’s lead as they waltzed but her eyes continued to fall onto aeri who was now dancing with chaeyoung. yeonjun followed her gaze and asked, “who is she?” yunjin turned her attention back to him and responded, “what?” once again yeonjun asked, “who’s the girl? you’ve been watching her all night.” yunjin tried to lie, “nobody, im just watching chaeyoung. she seems to have met someone.” the young man shook his head, “you’re still the worst liar i’ve ever met…the one she came with, you think she’s your match?” yunjin felt her face get hot and a look of panic flashed through her eyes, “what?” yeonjun laughed and nodded his head, “you’ve looked at her friend in the suit so many times i’m not sure how she hasn’t caught on yet. i’ve had my eye on you all night, jen.” the american singer furrowed her brow, “i hope you realize how creepy that sounds out loud.” he admitted with a laugh, “yeah i hear it now…but if you think it’s her, go for it. dance with her.” yunjin asked nervously, “what if it’s not her though?” yeonjun shrugged then smirked as he pulled her closer, “then you move on to the next person…good luck.” he let go of her and in a spin led the girl right into another’s arms. everyone else’s partners switched and when yunjin opened her eyes once more she was standing right between your arms.

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you let out a small gasp when you caught the girl in the silver dress. she smiled politely behind her mask and offered a small, “hey.” you could see heat rise to her cheeks as you danced with her across the floor, holding your arm around her torso. a small laugh fell past your lips and you replied, “hi.” there was a awkward silence then you told her smoothly, “you look beautiful tonight.” once again her cheeks blushed pink and the thrum of her heart racing filled her ears. softly she thanked you, “you look good too.” you grinned and admitted, “i was going for a phantom of the opera kinda thing with the mask.” yunjin nodded and agreed, “yeah i kinda see it now.” there was a pause then you asked, “are you a friend of jisu’s?” she hummed quietly and responded, “yeah…she actually insisted that all of us girls in the friend group wear huge dresses or fancy suits like this. something about the royal court needing to be best dressed? i dunno, all i can think about is getting out of this tight ass dress.” you laughed and she did too until you told her, “best dressed? that you are. like i said before, you look beautiful.” yunjin smiled against your shoulder and your grip tightened on her hand that fit so perfectly into yours. you didn’t think before letting out the word vomit that came out next, “it’s a shame i can’t see your pretty face too.”

yunjin couldn’t help but laugh before she asked, “you’re quite the charmer, hm?” you nonchalantly shrugged and answered, “i try.” behind the silver mask you could see her eyes searching your face almost as if she was trying to figure out who you were. she then asked, “have you been to one of jisu’s parties before?” you nodded and explained, “only a few when we were teenagers. work kept me too busy to show since those days, until tonight.” yunjin nodded and grinned at the memory, “last year’s party was… incredible.” you hummed and questioned, “that was the planetarium right?” yunjin nodded in confirmation and responded, “Night Under The Stars, i picked the theme actually.” you laughed and said cooley, “so your pick of favorite is biased, no?” yunjin smirked and shrugged, “i guess you could say that.”

the song ended and another began, some pairs swapped partners but neither you or yunjin made a move to part ways. your mind swam with thoughts about if this could be your match, the girl you’d been dying to meet for weeks that makes your heart race from a simple text notification.

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yunjin stared into the eyes of the woman before her, even behind the black phantom style mask she knew beauty when she saw it. she was lost in her own thoughts for a moment too long when she realized you asked her a question, “why a planetarium?” yunjin tried to hide the slight panic in her voice at being caught staring, “uh- i um…i like the stars…like watching them and finding constellations and stuff.” you nodded and she replied, “when i was a kid i would try to see how many constellations i could find in one night.”she let out a small exhale as she remembered back when things were simpler and she had nothing to worry about. you felt her turn her head the other way and in the process she let her head fall onto your shoulder completely. you held her closer to your body and slowly her fingers slipped into your own. your heart raced in your chest and you hoped she couldn’t feel it or hear it because it was all you seemed to hear in your head. mindlessly you asked her, “do you have a favorite constellation?” yunjin answered easily, “Libra.” you pulled away almost as if she was a burning flame, “excuse me?” cautiously yunjin answered, “Libra? you know like Leo, Cancer, Sagittarius?” you smiled and played off the sudden outburst, having heard a different name.

there was a pregnant pause and the two of you remained silent before yunjin heard you say, “Masquerade Ball was my idea, funny enough. i proposed it years ago but jisu said said no…and Enchanted Garden was my idea…the party jisu had for her 19th birthday.” yunjin asked with genuine interest, “really?” you nodded and told her slightly embarrassed, “yeah. Phantom of the Opera is one of my favorite movies so it wasn’t a hard choice. as for Enchanted Garden, i had a Tinkerbell movie marathon with my little sister and got the idea so…” yunjin laughed, “Phantom of the Opera, it’s a classic so i can’t blame you. n’ i wish i could have gone to the garden party. i’ve seen pictures, it was beautiful.” you agreed with her and smoothly answered, “it was, but i wish you could’ve come. the party would’ve been even more stunning.” yunjin turned her head and smiled against your shoulder before asking you, “is that your thing?” you pulled back from her slightly, “what?” she explained, “finding a girl and complimenting her until she’s red in the face and giggling so you can actually make a move? is that your thing?” you started to ask, “wha-” yunjin then cut you off, “i’ve been watching you all night.” you raised a brow and asked coyly, “so you can’t keep your eyes off of me?” while stepping back closer to you, yunjin rolled her eyes and lightheartedly scoffed. you then answered her question, “i’m kidding. and no, that’s not my thing. i’m only trying to find one person.” she continued dancing with you as she questioned, “have you found them?” you didn’t hesitate to answer, “no, i don’t think so.” yunjin frowned slightly as she told you genuinely, “i hope you do.” quietly you murmured, “yeah i do too.”

the music began to decrescendo and out of the corner of your eye you could see aeri searching the ballroom for you. a look of distress was written all over her face and you internally begged the song to end so you didn’t have to leave this beautiful woman standing alone on the floor. even so, you almost didn’t want the song to end. the way she fit perfectly against your body, and her hands were the perfect size to fit in yours—you didn’t want to let her go. yet, you knew you had to when your eyes met aeri’s and you could see the tears threatening to spill over. just then yunjin broke the silence that had fallen over you both, “this is going to sound weird but…you smell really good. like your perfume- i-it’s like-” you cut her off quietly, “jasmine.” her breath caught in her throat, “what did you say?” but you disregarded her question and apologized, “i-i’m sorry. i have to go.” you broke away from her the second the song ended, weaving through a crowd of masked people to get to your groupmate.

yunjin watched from the middle of the floor as you rushed to aeri’s side. the way you engulfed the young woman in a crushing hug, holding her head with your hand and pressing a kiss there moments later. she felt her own tears burning her eyes when she saw you wrap your arm around the girl’s shoulder, lacing her fingers with yours as you swiftly left the ballroom. despite everything in you telling you otherwise, you looked over your shoulder back at her just to realize she was watching it all. yunjin felt frozen in place against the ballroom floor until she gathered the strength to do what she knew wasn’t going to work.

follow you.

she learned rather quickly that running in $1800 heels was not on her list of special skills and talents. despite being far behind you and aeri, she held onto hope that she’d catch up upon hearing your rushed footsteps. she made it to the porte-cochère just in time to see a driver closing the backseat door of a black van. yunjin stumbled over her large dress and fell onto the pavement and when she looked up she saw your eyes locked with hers. the black phantom style mask that decorated your face was gone, revealing your identity. meanwhile, the silver mask still framed her chocolate brown eyes, but it didn’t hide the tears that began to fall behind it. your heart broke seeing her alone watching you leave, until you saw someone rush out of the hotel doors. the young man wrapped his arm around hers and helped her stand, only for her to nearly fall once again. however the man caught her in his arms and she stared at him as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist, his free hand wiping her tears. you lost sight of them after the van pulled off, and into the night.

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“yunjin! i saw you dancing with that girl, was it jas-” yeonjun rushed over to her with a smile on his face. the grin quickly fell when he noticed her on the ground in a pile of silver tulle and sterling glitter. his voice softened in a way that was reserved for only her, “what happened?” she shook her head in refusal, he knew she was holding in tears but it was no use because the spilled over seconds later. yeonjun gently helped her up with an arm around her waist, holding her so close it almost hurt. pain shot through her knees and hands as he ever so softly wiped her tears away. he watched the van pull away before he asked her seriously, “who was that?” yunjin shrugged weakly and mumbled, “i dunno jus-just…can you take me home?” he nodded and helped her over to a soft sofa inside the hotel lobby while he went to retrieve his and her personal items.

a majority of the car ride yunjin remained silent in the passenger seat with her head against the window as yeonjun drove. he kept his eyes on the road as he asked, “was it her??” yunjin kept staring out the window watching cars whiz by on the highway. she sighed in defeat and answered plainly, “i dunno.” he stole a glance at her watching as she rested her head on the window and stared blankly at the night sky. he remained quiet for the rest of the drive, deciding that if she wanted to talk then she’d start the conversation instead. when they finally reached yunjin’s dorm he opened her door for her and helped her out of the car. her feet ached with every step she took, the aftermath of hours of standing and dancing in heels was just starting to settle on her body. yeonjun helped yunjin to the door, watching as she tried to hide the small winces of pain she let out every couple of steps. when they got to the front door yunjin moved to punch in the code but yeonjun stopped her. he quietly insisted, “i got it, jen.” she watched as he punched in the passcode to unlock her front door. the code changed every few months and it’d been around that long since he has had to bring her home too. she looked up at him and asked, “you still remember?” yeonjun didn’t answer, he only pushed the door open and led her inside after kicking off his shoes. this was one of the only times yunjin entered her house with her shoes on. yeonjun opened her bedroom door and let her inside, “sit on your bed.” she couldn’t help but let out a snort at the command to which he scoffed playfully, “you’re so annoying.” she sighed loudly when she fell into the comfort of her bed letting the pressure off of her feet for the first time. yunjin closed her eyes in relief and let her body relax into her plush comforter and blankets. she whined as she complained, “i’m so tired i’m just gonna shower in the morning. i just wanna go to sleep.” she struggled to reach over her shoulder then around her torso to try and untie the corset back of her gown. yeonjun just watched her in amusement to which she huffed, “it’s not that funny.” he responded through a chuckle, “it is a little funny.” she glared at him once more and he put his hands up in defeat, “okay fine. i’ll help you.”

he lifted yunjin’s hair up to unclasp her necklace, the familiar feeling of his gentle fingertips against her skin sent shivers up her spine. yeonjun murmured softly, “sorry my hands are cold…” yunjin let out a whisper, “‘s okay.” his hands then tugged at the knots of ribbon that was tied tightly against yunjin’s back. even after the ribbons were loosened, her breath was still caught in her chest. yeonjun’s hand against her bare back made her crave more with every passing second. she felt yeonjun start to leave her room so she could change when she turned around and tugged him closer to her. never minding the top of her gown slowly starting to droop, she placed yeonjun’s hand on her uncovered shoulders. she breathed out, “yeonjun…” immediately he cupped the side of her face and she leaned into his touch. he smiled genuinely at her and said, “yunnie, i love that you know i’ll always be here when you need me.” there was a pause and he slipped his hand from her face to hold her two hands in his, “but to keep things that way, we can’t do…this. you and i both know i’m not the one you want.” yunjin let out a defeated sigh and tears began to fill her eyes. yeonjun wiped the few that fell with his thumbs and left her to change silently.

yeonjun made his way to the bathroom and grabbed few bandaids, then two ice packs from the kitchen. just as he closed the freezer he heard a startled gasp from behind him. he turned around and saw sakura behind him looking half asleep. she asked, “yeonjun? why are you here?” the younger man motioned towards yunjin’s room, “i brought yunjin home from jisu’s party.” sakura immediately followed up with, “where’s zuha?” her tone was firm and almost harsh, the protectiveness evident in her voice. he stammered, “i-i didn’t know she was there. i um- i can go back and bring her home? yunjin just wanted to leave suddenly so i brought her home. i’m sorr-” right before he could finish yunjin opened her bedroom door a crack and softly called out, “jun?” sakura nodded with her head towards yunjin’s room, “it’s fine i know she went with friends. i’ll have someone else bring her home. thank you for bringing yunjin back.” yeonjun nodded and quickly rushed back to yunjin’s room but not before hearing sakura warn, “that doesn’t mean you can spend the night though.”

yeonjun opened yunjin’s bedroom door to see her laying on her bed with her legs out in front of her. he sat on the edge of her bed and smiled when she happily moved her legs across his lap. she winced as the cold ice packs hit her bruised knees and he took one of her hands into his own. she watched silently as he put two small bandages over her scraped up hands. for a moment he paused then asked, “why are all of these tube or apeach?” yunjin snorted then burst into laughter as she answered, “eunchae is specific of which kakao characters she wants. we still have three boxes of keroppi bandaids because she used all the my melody, hello kitty, cinnamoroll, and kuromi ones.” yeonjun laughed in amusement and took yunjin’s other hand to put one bandage onto it.

yunjin asked cautiously, “do you remember when i used to do this for you?” yeonjun’s smile widened as he laughed in slight embarrassment, remembering the nights he’d come back to yunjin bruised from hours of practicing and working out. time and time again she’d cover him in ice packs and plant gentle kisses against his bruised skin, claiming that it’ll help them feel better. those nights he’d fall asleep curled into her warm body and she’d stay, knowing she’d get an earful from chaewon or sakura in the morning. but it was all worth it because he was her happiness and she was his. now, a part of her a happiness lived in you— a stranger she didn’t know who may or may not have been the same person who broke her heart tonight.

she let herself get lost in her thoughts until she mused, “i hope it wasn’t her.” yeonjun didn’t look up but he hummed, “hmm?” yunjin sighed and explained, “i um…the girl that i was running after. i had a feeling that she was my match. everything felt perfect, jun. we danced together at the end of the night and she was so charming and funny and beautiful. god, she was beautiful.” yeonjun laughed and nodded his head in agreement, “that’s diana for you.” yunjin asked in a somewhat shocked tone, “wait you saw her face too? and you know her?” yeonjun shrugged, “yes i saw her dummy i was right beside you.” yunjin hit his arm lightly, “don’t call me dumb. and how do you know her?” yeonjun continued explaining, “i mean we’ve met here and there. i know her enough to know that she’s super talented, incredibly humble, and genuinely a really good person. she cares about the people she loves and is always there for them when they need it.” yunjin mumbled under her breath, “i needed her with me but she left me alone.” yeonjun sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “i’m sure there was a reason for it, jen. being her match wouldn’t be terrible either, i know you think the same.” a smirk tugged on his lips at the last sentence and yunjin covered her blushing cheeks, “oh hush!” when yeonjun finished with the last bandage he gently moved yunjin’s feet off of him. he stood up and said, “get some sleep, i’ll see you around yeah?” yunjin pouted and asked in the tone that used to make yeonjun cave every time, “stay?” yeonjun pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her forehead, “goodnight yunjin.” he left her room and turned off her lights before leaving the entire dorm and heading back to his own.

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hot tears ran down aeri’s cheeks as she tried to slow her breaths between harsh sobs while she sat back in her seat beside you in your manager’s van. you placed a hand over hers and grazed the top of her palm with your thumb soothingly. after a few moments she slowed her sobs and you cautiously asked, “what happened?” up until this point you had no idea why she rushed to leave, although it went unsaid that if one of your members needed a quick escape, you all left no questions needed in the moment. aeri sniffled then explained, “shotaro was there and i saw him with some other girl.” she sat in silence for a second then gasped, “wait that girl you left- was it her?” when you remained silent the older woman started to apologize profusely, “i’m so sorry- god i’m so dumb i should have just found another person to take me home why would i do that? i totally ruined your night with my boy drama and it wasn’t even that big of a deal and i have to find a way to make this up to you and her and-” you cut her off and said, “unnie stop. it’s okay…besides i don’t even know if it was her or not.” aeri dabbed her eyes and asked, “do you know who it was behind the mask?” you shook your head and answered, “no i recognized her voice a little but i couldn’t place a name to it….she definitely knows who i am though.” you fiddled with the mask in your hands as you remembered the last moments between you both. how she stared at you through tearful eyes in a silent plea not to leave her there alone as you just watched, not making any attempt to run back into her arms.

aeri looked at you then smirked slightly, “i saw the two of you though…looked like you were having fun.” you hit her thigh playfully and rolled your eyes, “oh hush i saw you with that one girl too.” she clicked her tongue in disapproval, “no changing the subject, tell me how it was with you two first.” you smiled shyly and caved to her request, “well…i started dancing with her and we got to talking. she was really cute and she said she was one of jisu’s close friends. she was funny too and i think she thought the same about me? all i know is that i want to see her again…” the last part was more of you thinking aloud while remembering the million dollar smile and adorable laugh of your dance partner. there was something about her that just felt familiar to you, as if you knew her prior to your first meeting tonight. aeri teased you, “awe look at you all giddy with that stupid little smile on your face.” before you could respond you felt your phone vibrate in your blazer pocket, your face dropped seeing it was your little sister calling you.

“hello?” you answered with a serious tone, worried that your little sister was calling you over something urgent. you didn’t give her a chance to reply before you asked, “minji? what’s going on? are you okay?” the younger girl nearly shouted, “no i’m not okay! why didn’t you tell me that hanni unnie and winter unnie are dating?” you pulled your phone from your ear and put the phone on speaker, then switching to english as you asked, “what?” minji repeated in english, “why didn’t you tell me that hanni unnie and minji unnie are a thing? i’m your little sister how could you keep this from me?” aeri and you shared confused glances before aeri spoke up, “we don’t even know what you’re talking about. who told you that?” the younger girl beamed, “oh hi aeri unnie! and hanni unnie told me a few minutes ago, she just got back from that gucci event she went to. i thought you would have known something about it?” you left out a sigh and told her, “no we don’t but we’re on our way home now so i’ll ask minjeong unnie about it when we get back okay?” minji hummed and then you chided gently, “and next time please don’t call me like that again. i thought something bad happened, you almost gave me a heart attack, minj’.” your younger sister laughed, “my bad, sorry.” you then said, “alright it’s late and you have work in the morning, go to sleep okay?” minji agreed and responded, “okay i will, goodnight.” you both hummed in unison and you added, “i love you minj’.” your little sister quickly tacked on, “i love you too unnie. bye bye.” when your manager arrived to your dorm, you and aeri got out of the van and went upstairs just to find minjeong pacing the kitchen nervously. her stomach dropped when she saw you in front of her, she opened her mouth to say something but you cut her off, “winnie- why is my little sister calling me at 3 AM claiming that you’re dating hanni?” suddenly ningning walked from her room in pajamas and a bare face, clearly having gotten home slightly earlier than you and aeri. she gasped and and whisper yelled, “YOURE DATING HANNI???” minjeong nervously replied, “yes well no but-” she turned to face you then asked, referencing your little sister, “ how does she know about that? nevermind, it doesn’t matter.” you told her somewhat harshly, “it kind of does minjeong” the older woman rolled her eyes in frustration,“oh my god- i said it’s not a big deal! some male model was trying to hit on hanni earlier tonight and i stepped in and insinuated that she was with me. it wasn’t real and hanni knows that so your sister was probably just half assed listening or something. but it’s over so can we please just let it go?” just then jimin entered the room and asked, “minjeong-ah, why did ryujin just send me a text saying you told her you and hanni are together?” the brunette froze in place and her face ran pale as all the blood drained from her head. she looked at you in a silent plea of help and you immediately put the pieces together. however, knowing your leader, she wasn’t going to let this one go as easily.

minjeong swallowed thickly and tried to sound as convincing as possible, “we were exactly that, together. hanni was standing with me and we were enjoying the party together. ryujin must have misinterpreted my words or something.” karina pursed her lips as she onced the younger woman over. it was clear as day that she didn’t believe a word minjeong just said but for her sake and yours, she dropped the matter.

as jimin stared down at her phone, clearly texting ryujin her phone buzzed and she answered the call. there was a genuine smile on her face as jimin rasped in that low sultry tone that made minjeong weak in the knees, “jagi… .” the black haired girl moved slowly towards her room as ryujin responded, “i missed you tonight, i’ll bring you to my next event. have my baby girl be my plus one, yeah?” jimin giggled and bit one of her fingers as she happily agreed, “you’re the only one i’d imagine it with.” she walked back into her room and locked the door behind her, leaving you and your members standing in the kitchen. ningning placed a comforting hand on minjeong’s shoulder and then went back to her room to turn in for the night. aeri followed behind ningning, making her way to her bathroom to shower then head to bed. when it was just the two of you, minjeong’s face fell and her heart clenched before tears started welling in her eyes. you wrapped an arm around her shoulder to pull her into a hug. minjeong rested her head on your chest and you asked, “sleep in my room tonight?” she silently nodded and slowly started walking towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

once you had also showered and freshened up for bed, you waited in your room for minjeong to join you. eventually, your bedroom door opened and minjeong’s eyes were puffy, clearly she’d cried herself dry in the shower. a frown formed on your lips and you opened your arms, “do you wanna tell me about it or just let me assume?” minjeong stayed silent for a moment then she murmured in english, “love is stupid.” you snorted and nodded in agreement, “i can’t argue with that one.”

minjeong let out a huff then explained quietly as if she was scared of someone overhearing, “i was standing around trying to just wait out the after-party. manager oppa said i couldn’t leave until 2:00 AM. so i hid in the bathroom for half an hour and then just tucked myself into a corner. then hanni came up to me and told me she was happy i was there…i think even though we aren’t friends, it’s just the familiarity of the mutual connection through you and minji. anyways, we were just talking and laughing about how we both wanted to go home. then ryujin came up to me when hanni left to go to the toilet. i think she knew i was trying to avoid seeing her all night, im not sure? but she started talking to me and asked me who i was with and i said i was with hanni because she just kept mentioning how she wanted to bring you know who as her date. I just got jealous. like whenever i see her all i can think about is how she’s just a constant reminder that i can’t be with um…anyways, it was fine until she brought someone up again for a third time and i got angry because i knew that she knew what she was doing just from looking at that stupid ass smirk she does. i dunno, i just got jealous so when hanni came back just pulled her super close to me to get ryujin to leave. and then i whispered to her what was happening so she didn’t think i was some creep or something and she told me to just follow her lead and she just clung to me for like ten minutes like those girls aeri meets at the clubs. fucking sucks. y/n i’m just- i know she’s your friend and all but i’m so tired of seeing her and hearing about her all the time. Everywhere i go ryujin is there, even in our dorm she’s here! and i feel selfish because i just want jimin unnie to be happy but it’s hard to see her happy when it’s with someone else.”

you let out a disappointed sigh and you apologized gently, “i’m sorry winnie…i wish i could do something to help but all i can say is just hope things will work out. i know it might not seem like it but i know that jimin unnie cares about you more than you think.” the older woman shrugged and murmured, “i hope so.” the two of your were about to doze off when your door opened slowly and aeri popped her head in, she asked, “got room for one more?” you and minjeong waved her over and she shuffled in with her bunny slippers scuffling against the floor. she climbed into your bed and huffed, “y/n, don’t have feelings for anyone. ever. love sucks..” minjeong mumbled, “i agree, don’t do it.” you thought to yourself, “it may be too late for that.”

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Ushijima YN: Being Ushijima's Sister

and Secretly Dating Kiyoko

Kiyoko Shimizu X fem! Reader

Warnings: again none (who is she 🤣 wholesome who?)

A/N: This is an Anon request! This one is also pretty self indulgent because Kiyoko would be an AMAZING partner!

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Ok- nobody panic

*Que Tanaka and Noya panicking*

We all knew this day would come ok

The day Kiyoko was snatched up

Honestly pray for Karasuno 🙏🏻

It's about to be at least a months worth of mourning ☹️

Who will hold Suga's hand?

Who will deflect rogue balls to save Yachi 😱

Who will smack all the butts?

Definitely not Kiyoko 🤣

Ok in all seriousness

This is a big deal 😬

Fortunately Kiyoko knows this and is very much prepared

You, however are not 👀

But before we get to that, let's get into how you met your lovely girlfriend 🙌🏻

Que a tournament 👏🏻

Not sure which one, they all blend together at this point

But you were there cheering on your brother and SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Oh did I forget to mention your brother is Ushijima Wakatoshi

Making you Ushijima YN 🤗

Love that for you

Anyways, since our lovely Shiratorizawa bbys have no Manager

You volunteered to help

Did I say volunteered? Oh silly me, I meant forced

You were forced to fill up water bottles by Semi who literally saw you walking into the gym and handed you the bottles

"Here's YN you're not busy"- Semi handing you the teams water bottles

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 I'm just here to watch-

"Come on YN be a team player!"- Tendou

"YN isn't on our team Tendou"- Ushijima 😐

"You know what, fine I'll help"- you walking away to fill up the water bottles

Suddenly you see greeted with the sight that is Kiyoko

Hear that? That's angel's singing 😇

👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 need I say more

You are completely stunned by her beauty

You manage to somehow navigate your way to the water fountain while staring at her

Honestly YN get a grip 🙄

You start to fill up waterbottles, while staring 😳

Seriously YN-

"Umm your water bottle is overflowing"- Kiyoko says as you look down to see the water flowing all over

"Crap- uh I'm sorry"- you mutter

Kiyoko laughs and smiles

"Don't be! I'm Kiyoko and you are-"

"Yn- it's nice to meet you!"- you say shaking her hand

You talk a little while you fill water bottles and walk back to the gym

Before it's too late, you gather the courage to just go for it and ask

"Hey can I get your phone number? You seem like a cool person"- you say, blushing

"Yeah!"- Kiyoko says grabbing her phone and waiting for you to give her your number

"I texted you! See you around YN"- she says waving as she runs away

You quickly make your way back to the gym to see the boys gearing up for their match

"What took you so long YN?"- Kawanishi asked

"I'm literally doing free labor. Be thankful!"- you sneer

"You could at least do it in a timely manner"- Shirabu says

You 👉🏻😐 YN out ✌🏻

As you walk to the bleachers you check your phone to see Kiyoko had texted you

"Hey cutie 🥰"

Someone please make sure YN is breathing OK 🤚🏻

Thus begins the ship known as KiyoYN

You start hanging out with Koyoko whenever you can

Going to bookstores and coffeeshops on the weekends and sometimes hanging out at the library doing homework

It's honestly a super wholesome relationship 🥺

It's calm, fun and a nice break from reality

Until is comes completely crashing down 🥰

Now you and Kiyoko were never under the illusion that your relationship would be a secret

You just enjoyed not sharing what you had with the public

And by "public" I mean Karasuno and Shiratorizawa

So let's get the easiest one out of the way first shall we

We all remember Kageyama and Hinata's visit to Shiratorizawa

The one that apparently got Ushijima in trouble

Anyways, our two little dummies accidently left their waterbottles laying on the Shiratorizawa grounds 🙄

Please can you imagine him being disaplined at all 😅

Someone's literally yelling at him and Ushi is just like " 🧍‍♂️ 😐 "

How do you disapline a tree??? Like fr-

When Hinata and Kageyama tell the team about what happened

Daichi about loses his ever loving mind

Suga is trying not to laugh

And Kiyoko is just rolling her eyes 🙄

Tsukishima is filming it for the Karasuno Volleyball teams Instagram page

Side note 👇🏻

Karasuno and Seijoh's volleyball teams both have an Instagram page and follow each other 🤚🏻

Kunimi runs Seijoh's and Tsukki runs Karasunos

Back to the program

"Now how are we going to get those water bottle back? We should make you two march over there, apologize and beg for them back!"- Daichi

Hinata and Kageyama do not want to do that

"I'll get them back"- Kiyoko interjects

"Sweet Kiyoko we will not allow you to put yourself in danger!"- Noya shouts

"Really it's fine"- Kiyoko says taking out her phone and calling you

"Hey YN can I swing by and grab Hinata and Kageyama's water bottles?"- she says

"Of course! I'm waiting for Wakatoshi but I'll be outside the gates"- you say

"Great see you in a bit" she says putting her phone away and changing her shoes

"Be right back"- Kiyoko says taking off and running to Shiratorizawa 🏃‍♀️

Everyone is stunned

Who is YN? How does Kiyoko know you? Why do you go to Shiratorizawa?

"OH MY GOD WHAT IF KIYOKO GETS KIDNAPPED?"- Tanaka yells as he takes off after Kiyoko 😱

Please it's literally just a trickling effect of panic

Soon the entire Karasuno team is chasing after Kiyoko as she runs to Shiratorizawa

Meanwhile you are outside the gates waiting with the water bottles

You look to see Kiyoko approaching and wave 👋🏻

Only then to see, out of the corner of your eye

The entire Shiratorizawa team approaching from the right

Well crap 😐

"Hey YN" -Tendou say waving

Ok play it cool YN

Suddenly Kiyoko is in front of you, smiling as she grabs for the water bottles

Shiratorizawa is quickly approaching and now Karasuno is coming up from behind

WHAT IS HAPPENING???? 😲

Everyone stops when Kiyoko leans in taking the bottles from you and kissing your cheek

The world 👉🏻 Gone. Exploded.

Shiratorizawa 👉🏻😐😳😱

Karasuno 👉🏻😐😳🤯

You 👉🏻😅😅😅

Kiyoko 👉🏻🥰🥰🥰

"Uhh YN- what's going on?"- Reon asks

"Well- you see-"

"Yn and I are dating"- Kiyoko says

Just throw it out there

Transparency is best 👏🏻

Tanaka and Noya look and point at you

Then they look at point at Kiyoko

You both just nod

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻 faint 💀

Ushiwaka seems to be the only one unimpressed by this development

"YN you look very happy"- Wakatoshi 😐

You 👉🏻 I am 🙂

"Then I'm happy for you"- Wakatoshi

You and Kiyoko 👉🏻😳🥺 really?

Everyone else is still top stunned to speak

Finally Suga manages words

"Kiyoko you seem happy"- Suga

"I am, very much"- Kiyoko

You laugh and shrug

"Well ok then. YN it was very nice to meet you. Sorry for- well, this"- Suga says pointing at Tanaka and Noya on the ground

Poor Ennoshita is just standing over them like "Well what now-"

Shiratorizawa is still too stunned to speak

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻 YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

"She just did"- Ushiwaka

"I meant sooner!"- Tendou

Please YN, get a hold on it

Well YN, sometimes fairytale have to come to an end

"We were enjoying just being together"- you say

"Yeah without all of this"- Kiyoko says gesturing to thing 1 and thing 2 on the ground

And yours ended in chaos 🤣

Good thing you still got the girl 🥰

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in-a-brown-study · 11 months

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----continuation, part four: cxs falls----

we don't see exactly How cxs starts falling, but we can see it happens right after he claps hands with lu guang, the latter looking like a glitch/not really there 🤨 that's cruel

then later qiao ling, emma and the new hottie look at him as he falls, and later we can see a shot of those three plus lu guang watching him fall and fall. cxs reaches out but it's useless (pls this is heartbreaking) the feeling of helpness while cxs falls is conveyed throughout the whole video it almost gives me vertigo

and i want to point out WHY has this new hottie also got yellow eyeeeeees ????? does it have something to do with cxs's powers or those are his normal eyes or

there's also this, qiao ling looking at him and then turning around 😢 no don't be like that

----end of part four----

----part five: the scene that drives me nuts----

super slow-mo of this scene because is marvellous and delicious to watch. there are so many little details and the transitions are so SMOOTH it's glorious.

okay so pink teddy=cxs.

cxs/pink teddy literally falling into the metal claws(from the toy machine) = getting caught by red-eyes. meaning red-eyes is kind of controlling him or he *will* be controlled in future episodes or at some point 🤔😥

and later, teddy!cxs gets throw down by red-eyes

gosh, will everyone just leave him alone <|||3

----end of part five----

that's all i've got, just unloading some silly thoughts. i love it yet hate it at the same time

cxs live happily ever after you only deserve love and happiness pls stop suffering it's hurting me

once again this opening is by far my most favourite of all and the song is incredibly good, today i saw the behind the scenes/making of the music and what can i say, they're all so talented and they sound amazing. it took them about a year to finish the song and it turned out beautifully, kudos to all the people who worked together to make this masterpiece, im in love

(spoilers for season two in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)

on another hand, i'm soooo enjoying the donghua and this second season started off tense and full of action which i LOVED, the animation is smoooooth and i was so relieved to see lu guang was alive😢 i mean he couldn't possibly die but anyways. definitely my favourite part were the action scenes 11/10 but qiao ling's "what i need is your trust!" made my chest HURT okay it physically hurt. god.

the second episode ended in a cruel cliffhanger 😃 i try to get used to it, but nope. btw the ED song melting with the ending of the episodes always sounds spectacular.

i'm really looking forward to the next episode, i can't wait for red-eyes revelation 🤔 and i pray that nothing bad happens to lu guang (again) i think i saw blood when he was walking to lock the door :(( you need rest bby

#时光代理人 #link click #linkclick #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #qiao ling #shiguang daili ren #donghua #anime #animation

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porfiriea · 11 months

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id love to hear an essay on how much you love Eua :33 i really love her as well but i wasnt too keen on how she was handled at the end of Sotsu

DGHDHD ACTUALLY TY FOR ASKING ME THIS

So, one of the main reasons I'm in the WTC fandom rn is actually Eua! Basically, I was going through my old pinterest boards in like 2021 or smtn, and I noticed the higurashi board I made wayyy back. So, I clicked on it, and under the 'find more ideas' I saw a character that looked like Hanyuu, but not completely. I thought they changed her design, blah blah blah, went to google and found out that gousotsu is a thing. But me being my neurodivergent self, I realised that I have to **read all of the higurashi and umineko VNs before I can watch it**. And so I did.

Now, let's talk about Eua's design for a bit. The grand theatre color palette usually consists of reds, yellows, and purples; and there are plenty of them in Eua's as well.

Secondly, her design, while still managing to look(a lot) like Featherine, puts a slightly different spin on the hair.

Now, I don't think that r07 planned this(cough, man looks for design inspo in magazines) BUT Hanyuu and Featherine have a very similar hairstyle, not just color and name.

Shape language bby. Yeas.

The triangular shapes of Eua's hair make her look much more dangerous than Hanyuu, but they also make her look far less reliable than Featherine.

Also! The way her hair frames her face makes Eua look like Thalia(the muse of comedy), or 'the smiling theatre mask'

In Eua's introduction, gousotsu version, she doesn't appear until Satoko is alone(in a dark shed too hdhdh), and in meguri she strikes while Satoko is basically 'reaching out for her old life'. She appears, and forces the story onto Satokky.

Basically, while Satoko is thinking 'woah I wanna go back to when I was closer to Rikuh and my friends', she asks 'hey you wanna do exactly that', but she doesn't really mention the part where, idduno, Satoko's mental health will decline if she does it?

She reveals the loops, but only the parts she wants Satoko to see. Also??? The ohoho girl literally has no idea what she's supposed to do! Without even saying so, Eua's convinced her that she can only rely on the power she bestowed. She doesn't lie, but she does deceive, spoon feeding Satoko hand picked half-truths.

I've talked about this take before, but Eua is absolutely affection bombing/using the push and pull method on Satoko but I honestly think that it needs to be said more often! Satoko is a kid going through a really tough part of her life, and if Eua didn't decide to make herself some entertainment out of it, she would have probably solved it.

Now... Eua had the potential to be a much more interesting character, and I am honest to god praying that meguri does smtn cool with her. Pls.

No, but actually. Her role of the 'corruptor'(person who gives Satokky the looping powers) could have been fulfilled by Une or Tamurahime, as they both have a certain dislike of Hanyuu and by extension Rika as well.

But they didn't use Tamura or Une! And that means.... There's probably a reason as to why not.

It really goes to show how absolutely manipulative Eua is, because only she could play that part, and how the only thing important to her is her own entertainment and-

Wait, doesn't this sound familiar? Eua is allegory of us, the viewers.

She calls Hanyuu her double, because really, they are two sides of the same coin. We as the onlookers want to see Rika Furude escape the endless June, but we also want to be entertained by their suffering at the same time.

And that means that I can proudly say: 'shes just like me frrr' . She's the type of blorbie that I don't know if I love to hate or hate to love, but uhhhh.. Hot. Yeas.

I like it when a character is like an underdeveloped fetus so I can make shit up about them😋🥰

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valittlecorner · 8 months

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BRO WHAT NO ONE TOLD ME THIS WAS TMRW (someone did tell me I just didn't believe them..!!)

OKAY UHHHH I'm dropping some quick stuff I'm expecting to see in this VD (not in the sample itself but the whooole thing)

☆ Cozmez and Gklk DO NOT get along. At all. Gklk are pretty smug and confident which would bother Czmz a lot, but besides that, I have a small theory that they wouldn't like Gklk cuz they're actual criminals. Considering their living conditions and the things they've witnessed, with Kanata even doing shady jobs and interacting with dangerous ppl, I don't think they'd trust them AT ALL. Czmz probably think Inukai is INSANE for protecting them. If they're in prison, then they surely did something, and Czmz stick to that

☆ Bae are in the middle of whatever the fuck the others have going on. I've seen people say Gklk would be in the middle, but I think they'd be the centre of attention considering their lack of development as a group, Desire and the czmz x bae shuffled are already proof of their dynamic, so why not explore a new one!! Praying this isn't a Desire 2.0 ft Gklk

☆ THIS. WILL BE. A KENTA. CENTRED. VOICE DRAMA. I literally can't shut up about this, you already know the theories I've been posting for months. Give my bby some spotlight

☆ Shion's first interaction with Anne would be a mess cuz Shion's hedonistic ass would be sooo in love with Anne and not even care about their gender and idk how Anne would manage that☠️ how do you even turn off or scare away a guy like Shion....

☆ Hajun treats gklk like shit cuz they're prisoners, ew!!!!

☆ Breaking news: Kenta n Kanata have some intense beef goin on (hola @/batohalelove esto fue tu idea🥰)

☆ Breaking news 2: Yuto n Allen are the bestest of friends. They're both so positive when Inukai isn't in beast mode

Okay this is it. Maybe tomorrow I'll be completely wrong but a girl can dream

#pararai #paradox live #gokuluck #bae #cozmez #valittletheories

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driptape · 3 months

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OKAAAAYYY .... it's about damn tiiimmmee for me to be sappy on this mfing dash . HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BBY !!! i feel like we've gone on an eternity knowing each other but also literally just met yesterday . i'm so so sooooo happy to have found you and while yk i'm forever mia , i hope you know just how much i love and adore you ( & the kids of course but it's about you today ) . you better not forget it too . there are too many kind words i could use to describe you , but i think you've always put it the best . you're my platonic soulmate . a person i must've met in some other life . a soul tie i'm so happy to have found in this one . idk when we'll link up , but in a world filled with so many fakes , i'm proud to say how genuine you are . i hope you celebrate yourself today and every other day . you're so much better than you sometimes give yourself credit for . you deserve nothing but the best in life and i pray you receive that and so much more . i love you and once again , happy birthday sab . besos <33333 @slumpcd

#slumpcd #thirsty whores .#i was supposed to do this yesterday but uhm...#also fuck timezones

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linabirb · 9 months

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BLORBO BINGO TIME OKAY SO. obv i gotta ask for rollo and lilia. ummmmm AMANE TOO <3

THANK YOUUUU okay here we go

LILIA VANROUGE. MY HOT GOTH BISEXUAL AND POLY MALEWIFE. squishing and squeezing and biting him. i want to look like him and i want to date him. yeah. but i would also like to crush him for NOT COMING HOME TWO TIMES IN A ROW. but it's okay. it's fine it's whatever every time i see him in his beach outfit and look at his legs i get an urge to break them. genuinely think he'd be okay with that. linalilia love language is that one post that goes "my wife poisoned my food again i love her sm" or something but the thing is that you never know which wife the post is about.

oh rollo flamme we're really in it now. please bbg come home i'm literally on my knees and i'm praying. jamil bby i am so sorry i love you but i literally ran to log in on my jp acc just to get bday keys for rollo from you. yes this man wanted to steal everyone's magic. yes some people could die because of him or at least lose their magic forever. i don't care. he is innocent your honor. something about this character is unironically so healing to me. like yes dude go and set this town on fire go stupid go crazy!! yes this is why i picked both "go to therapy sir" and "don't go to therapy sir". like yes i want to kiss his stupid forehead (even though he's most likely like 20 cm (or more) taller than me) and tell him that everything will be okay and that he deserves to express his emotions, his grief and his anger, just in a more healthy way, but i also want him to go a little insane. i want him to cause some chaos.

AMANE MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER I AM HUGGING HER AND SQUISHING HER AND GIVING HER ALL MY PLUSHIES AND BAKING HER PANCAKES (i don't know how to bake). vote her innocent NOW. oh she is going to attack someone? oh she is going to make someone join her cult? GOOD. SHE WILL MAKE THINGS MORE FUN. stop being worried about male prisoners for once they will be fine (idk about haruka but. eh he's one of my faves but i'm not really worried about him). AND DON'T EVEN TRY TO BRING MAHIRU INTO THIS. yes i am fully aware that amane is not a cute uwu pure cinnamon roll. and that's why i love her. she is so realistic and she is so well-written and i am so HHHHHHHHHHH. i've literally made her in sims 3 just so that i can be her mom and give her a good life. i didn't get a chance to play properly but i will try my best to make her happy. i can fix her. in a motherly way :)

#[ 💓 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ]#[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ]#[ ☀️ 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐬𝐨𝐥 ]

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daegall · 2 years

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omfg. every time i go to write and update u about my life i’m like HOW IS IT GOING MORE DOWNHILL ??? but it somehow is😭😭 so i’m not gonna focus on that but the good thing is i did manage to dodge covid (by some miracle, my dad was barely isolating which was rly annoying) but glad it’s over now

PLEASEEEEE THE TRIPLE JENO IS SO JSKDSNDJKEMF jeno be like 👁.👁 BUT !! i have the same jeno agent photocard and i TREASURE THAT BAD BOY it’s so good, but fr jeno has forced his way into making it ur jeno era sorry

AND ITS OK- u don’t have to apologise for late answers i’m literally the exact same, but i’m ok!!! just been working and sleeping so the usual, just mentally prepping before the next semester starts because i knowwwww it’s gonna be a shitstorm

more importantly- how are you !!!!!! - no sleep anon <3

HI MY LOVELY NO SLEEP ANON !!!!

downhill!?!??! what am i beating up today idc im going to punt it's ass so hard OMGOMGMGO YAY YOU DODGED IT!!! but make sure you keep safe either way, okay? and keep your dad in a room oh my god 😭

TRIPLE JENO!!!! AT FIRST I WAS LIKE 'well,,, okay i guess' but now hes an absolute treasure istg im going to sm and thanking them for blessing me iwth triple jeno oh my GOD YES THE AGENT JENO CARD ITS SUPER CUTE IAHKFADKFH

LITERALLYYYY MY HAECHAN ERA MY JENO ERA MY MARK ERA I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE MARK CAME FROM HOW DID THIS HAPPEN IFUAHDFUDKJ

i'm getting ready for the new sem too!!!! we start in about 2 weeks, im so not prepared in any way so haha pray for me too bby i think i need it IADFHIADFKH good luck on your term too tho my love!!!!!! though its going to be a shitstorm, i fully believe you will do well even with all the obstacles :) we can go through it together >:)))

i went out today with a couple of friends to the city!!!!!!! it was super fun we went to this roller rink kind of museum?? idk how to explain it but we had rollerskates and overall it was just a place to take pics HAHA we took a shit ton of pics and videos

mmm pretty tired after a whole day of walking and skating and bus/train taking (it was my first time on public transport so it was super fun!!!!!!!! new experience ^^)

ALSO I HIT 1K

how are you? ^3^

#asks!#no sleep anon ?!

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lamnwar · 2 years

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Hi, I really loved the story you made about Akashi and alpha fem!reader. The smut is mindblowing, the dialogue delicious... the narrative just chefs kiss. it took me hours to finish it cos I was saving it... only reading a little at a time. It's gold, spectacular, fantastic, incredible. You deserve a medal. I love how you portrayed Akashi, it feels so true to his kind character. Day 847282 of wishing it was real life. Also the requester is a real MVP.

It really was too good. Praying to all deities for a part 2. Youre amazing thank you so much for writing it, you made my week

hiiiii omg please I'm a bit tipsy so I'm literally overreacting to your ask but thank you 😭😭😭 I was so scared that I'd be out of character because idk much about Akashi like the dude scares the shit of me so I don't often think about him lmao but I'm so happy you liked it sm 💕💕💕

there's not gonna be a part 2 unfortunately but thanks for the love, here's a virtual hug for you bby 🥰

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choisansexual · 4 years

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“My Cousin’s Best Friend”

For: @atinypiratequeen Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem Reader Genre: Realism/Angst/Smut+ Word Count: 4327 POV: second person POV

Preview: You blinked twice. Then a third time. A fourth. All the air in your lungs suddenly felt like water. Your eyes narrowed. No… fucking… way. Were you dreaming? You were definitely dreaming. Right? No. A doppelganger! Had to be. Because there was absolutely, positively, just… no fucki-- “Hey… nice to meet you. I’m Kim Hongjoong. Well… Hongjoong… or just Joong, is fine, too.” Perfectly articulated english. Fuck…!

“Damnit! Okay, stop. Stop! … Arghhhh, shit!”, you exclaimed loudly as moments of light alternated with pitch blackness. The deep rumbling of thunder followed sharp flashes of lightning as the rain pelted the roof like bullets. The scrolling marquee across bottom of the television screen, read in bold print, warnings of the storm. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”, you paused in the middle of the living room staring at the screen momentarily. It was rather rare that a strong storm hit your area like this. Much less a storm strong enough to possibly knock the power out. Retrieving your phone from your back pocket, you check the time. It was half past seven in the evening. The sun was already gone from the sky. Checking the time stamp from the last text you’d received from your cousin, it read a quarter past six. Andrew was always the most punctual person you’d known. Always early, hardly on time. When he’d messaged that he’d landed and would be at the door in less than an hour, that’s exactly what you were expecting. Excitement bubbled back up from your stomach as it had been quite some time since you’d seen him. He was your best friend. The big brother you never had, and never knew you needed. So his visits were always a big occasion for you. Especially this one. Your parents had left town for the weekend to visit relatives out of state. You offered to stay and watch the house and surprisingly, they didn’t argue. Now, the entire house was at your free reign for the next 3 days. Not that you had a massive house party planned or anything, but it would definitely be nice to have your own privacy and space.

Still absent-mindedly glaring at your glowing phone screen, the shadows in your living room began to dance as headlights moved outside of the living room window. Finally! He’s here! A rush of adrenaline shot through your veins and within seconds you were swinging the front door open. “Hey!”, you called out into the steady rain. Huddling into yourself in an effort to shield from the wind, and crossing your arms against your chest as you squinted in the dim porch lighting, Andrew responded with equal excitement. “Hey, you! We got stuck waiting on our rental car!”. Wait ... ‘we’? As you inhaled a breath in preparation to interrogate him, you heard a second door slam shut on the vehicle. There was a dark figure walking alongside Andrew as they approached up the driveway. But… he didn’t mention he was bringing anyone else with him… right? As they stepped onto the porch you were finally able to make out your cousin’s familiarity. Tossing your arms around his neck, completely disregarding the fact that he was absolutely sopping wet from the rain, your happiness over powered all other thoughts in that moment. That is until… “So… uh… yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t mention something sooner. It was literally a last minute thing and I figured since we have the house all to ourselves…”, Andrew’s voice trailed off. Gesturing in the air with his hands as he pretty much failed to present a valid explanation and he knew it. Ceasing to speak and just shrugging his shoulders with his sweet endearing smile, you immediately cut your eyes to the personage situated directly to his left.

You blinked twice. Then a third time. A fourth. All the air in your lungs suddenly felt like water. Your eyes narrowed. No… fucking… way. Were you dreaming? You were definitely dreaming. Right? No. A doppelganger! Had to be. Because there was absolutely, positively, just… no fucki-- “Hey… nice to meet you. I’m Kim Hongjoong. Well… Hongjoong… or just Joong, is fine, too.” Perfectly articulated english.

Fuck…!

Your skin was feeling like it had been set on fire, from head to toe. You stared. A little too hard. You had no idea how long the silence had been present. Andrew laughed awkwardly, snapping you out of your trance. “Yeahhh… so, uh… he’s a foriegn exchange student from Korea that got assigned to my dorm… we got pretty tight, and I didn’t think it would be an issue for him to just… yunno… tag along!” Trailing off, Andrew left you two standing there face to face in the whipping rain as he disappeared through the front door and into the house. Turning on your heels, you quickly followed him inside. Once all three of you were in the warmth and safety of the living room, you were literally unable to peel your eyes from your cousin’s guest. Emerging from the hallway after taking in their small amount of luggage, Andrew prepared to take his seat in front of the television on the couch when you suddenly sprung to your feet. Quickly making your way to Andrew, grasping onto the sleeve of his sweater, you yanked him up and into the kitchen.

“Have you… any idea…. any… idea… who… that is?!” You tried so hard to keep your voice hushed and quiet. If hissing counted as quiet. Andrew shrugged his shoulders once again. “I mean, he said he was kinda famous in Korea… and that he sang and danced with a buncha other dudes or something… I don’t know…”, his tone of voice laced with nonchalant disinterest. Huffing you rolled your eyes with your hands balled into fists against your hips. “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? Even he told me that… so… just treat him like a normal person, alright? He’s my best friend at school, and honestly… he’s pretty cool, actually.” You could not believe what you were hearing. Was this even reality right now? What kind of warped dimension was this?! A look of exasperation twisted up Andrew’s features as he gazed down at you. “He’s really chill, okay? Stop acting weird!”, Andrew remarked as he furrowed his brows. Turning and walking out of the kitchen, he left you speechless and still attempting to comprehend the gravity of the confirmation that was just handed to you. So it really is… it really IS him.

Tapping your nails against the countertop you momentarily contemplated on texting your friends. No. They wouldn’t believe you anyways. What if you took some candids of him and posted them to your tumblr and twitter? Ew, no. That’s creepy. Super creepy. Besides… he’s on vacation… right. In YOUR HOUSE! But still… respect his privacy. And… respect yours. He’s just a regular human being, right? Just like you and your cousin. Sighing heavily and rubbing both of your palms against your face, you wring your hands out and calm yourself enough to walk back into the living room. Sitting yourself down in the same spot on the sofa that you were prior, tucking one leg underneath yourself, your eyes darted across the room and landed on Joong’s face. My god he was just as breathtaking as the fan cams and fan photos you’d filled your blog with. Gnawing on his thumb nail and slowly rocking back and forth in the lay-z boy recliner, his eyes suddenly dart from the television screen and meet yours. Oh, shit! Dropping his hand from his mouth, he offered a partial smirk from the corner of his lips. You unknowingly gasp to yourself. Clearing your throat loudly you whip your head in Andrew’s direction. “So… how long was the flight here? How’s school? What have you been up to…?”, you spouted questions at him. He was unusually quiet tonight. His stories were always mesmerizing and interesting to hear. But tonight the fatigue on his face and in his body language was as loud as a fog horn. Pursing your lips in frustration you looked upon him anticipating an engrossing conversation. “Oh, man… there’s so much. You have no idea…”, he paused momentarily. “I don’t even know where to begin, honestly… my brain is just mush right now, from being so tired.” You knew it. Nodding and looking at the floor, your eyes lift as Andrew rises to his feet. Patting his hands against the sides of his jeans he looks at you and then at Joong and with that, you already knew what was coming next. “Welp… I think I’m going to shower and take my happy ass to bed. I’ll catch you up on everything in the morning, alright? Don’t worry.” His gaze returns to your face. A subtle wink from his left eye has you feeling the urge to sock him right in the mouth, as he shuffles across the living room floor, turning into the hallway and becoming no longer visible. The awkward silence returned like an inevitable looming cloud.

“If you don’t mind… I think I might lay down, too?”, Joong’s melodic voice finally slicing through the thick tension in the air. “Oh, y-yeah… yeah, sure. Go right ahead.”, you immediately respond. Wondering if there was something you could have said to keep him right in his place and possibly more entertained. “Okay… thanks. Uhm… if you don’t mind… I’m not sure… could you show me where… please?”. He began to sit up from this chair. His eyes steadily trained on you like a sniper. It was almost intimidating. “Oh, sure! I’m… I’m sorry! I’m just so used to Andrew knowing where to go around here, I just--”

“It’s okay…”, Joong immediately cut you off. His tone offering reassurance since it was rather obvious that you were feeling like a total failure of a host, at that point. His lips parting into an almost blinding smile. His features were literally so flawless. So sharp and so overwhelmingly attractive! He gestured with one hand for you to walk ahead of him. Pressing your lips together to stifle a smile that was going to be bigger than it should have, you pass him. His scent being carried in the wind. It was intoxicating. A mixture of masculine fragrance. Slightly spicy with undertones of cool blue water and crystal clear ice.

You trek down the darkened hallway and turn a sharp right into the guest room. Flipping on a dim bed side lamp, you spin around anticipating to see his gorgeous face again. Hearing soft shuffling across the carpet, several seconds later, he appears. You swore he got more and more attractive every time you looked at him. Inhaling a deep breath, you gesture around the room, pointing at things and offering a short explanation of the sparse decor in the room when you hear the door click shut behind you. Immediately cutting your eyes towards the sound, you’re met with the most devilish grin you’d ever seen in your life. Air catches in your throat. The shadows casting against his handsome features literally have your heart racing. Your mind scrambled to find an explanation for the situation. Your fight or flight instinct was on a hair trigger, until his soothing and melodic voice cut through the silence like a knife. “Thanks… but I’m sure I can figure it out from here.” He nodded. You nodded. Anxiously weaving your fingers together. So… is he going to let you out then? You take an apprehensive step closer towards the door, but he stood stead fast. His back leaning against the wood. “Got something else to do for the rest of the night…?”. Hongjoong’s bottom lip becomes trapped between his teeth. How incredibly sinful. “No… not really…”, your mind on high alert. He raises a single eyebrow. Pushing himself forward off the door, he takes a slow, single step towards you. Dropping his chin and narrowing his piercing gaze, you were sure you stopped breathing. His jaw shifting left to right as he continued to gnaw at his lower lip. He takes another step towards you. Your mind urges you to take a step backwards, but your feet insist on rebelling. The space between you two quickly closing. Another step and— the air catches in your throat. He was absolutely stunning at this distance. Or rather… lack there of. Perhaps star struck, in your mind, you just knew that you probably looked like that emoji with huge heart eyes and a cheesy smile, gazing back at him. One of his hands comes forward. With his palm facing sideways and index finger slightly curled, he slides it underneath your chin. Lightly lifting up your head, he tilts his own to the right. His gaze darting between your eyes and your lips, Hongjoong ever so cautiously dips his head down. Pressing his lips against yours, your eyes immediately flutter shut. Registering the sensation at a slight delay, you’d only began to relish in the softness of his lips when the hand hooked underneath your chin, slides up and around to cup the nape of your neck. Instinctively your lips reciprocate. Molding against his in a seamless seal. Pulling away just as slowly as he brought himself in, he presses his lips together and drags his tongue between them. Keeping his forehead pressed against your own, he whispers against your mouth, “....okay?”. The only response you can manage is to offer a single nod of confirmation. Within that same second, Hongjoong returns his lips to your own. This time, parting them slowly, his tongue slides out beyond his teeth and into your mouth. The unexpected, forcing a soft whimper from your throat. The most beautiful note to ever grace his ears. His other hand sliding from the side of your hip, under the bottom hem of your sweater, and coming to press against the small of your bare back. His skilled tongue tangling with your own. Your eyes flutter shut and you momentarily lose yourself in the intensity of the kiss. Without even realizing it, the edge of the mattress was pressing against the back of your knees. With his palm still pressed to your lower back, he gently guides your down onto the sheets. His lips moving in the same direction as he peppered feathery kisses along your jawline, and the side of your throat. Inevitably coming to focus in the crook of your neck, his lips creating a light suction against your flesh. Rotating his hips just right, Hongjoong managed to wedge his way between your thighs. With his left arm bent at the elbow propping himself up above you, his right hand gently slides down the length of your left arm. His hand soon finding your own and weaving his fingers within yours. With his lips never leaving your flesh, he trails his way down the center of your chest and into the valley between your breasts. Stopping short only on the cause of the neckline of your shirt. Lowering himself, his eyes cut to your own. Drinking in every reaction he could pull from, his teeth bite down on the bottom hem of your top. Raising himself back up towards towards your face, your shirt bunches up just under your bustline. Immediately returning to his previous position, his lips resume their connection to the sensitive skin of your tummy. Kissing his way down to the top elastic of your pj bottoms, he looks up once again. Hongjoong’s smoldering gaze rendered you barely coherent and it was getting more and more difficult to focus on anything. But there it was again. That sinful tongue of his. Allowing it to slip from his lips, he drags the tip of his tongue along the bottom of his top lip. Left. Right. Releasing your hand, both of his hook into the waistband of your bottoms. His eyes still fixed on yours, he quietly asks again. “...okay?”. Just as before, a quick and single nod of confirmation, and he’s tugging the material down. Leaning back and up on his knees, you rock your hips to assist in the removal. Pulling them off your ankles and dropping them to the floor bedside, he then crosses his arms, gripping the bottom hem of his shirt and yanks it up over his head. The metal dog tags around his neck clang loudly as they fall back onto his broad chest. Swallowing hard, your eyes shamelessly drink in the sight before you. Tossing his shirt to join your pj pants on the floor, he leans back down over your body. Scooting himself back to adjust his position, his head turns to the right and he continues his trail of feathery kisses starting at your knee, moving down the inside of your thigh and ending directly, dead center, at the crotch of your soaked panties. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, your gaze cuts off to the side, then back to him. Off to the side, then back at him. He purses his lips and presses them against the dampened material. The warmth of his breath sends shock waves all the way to your toes. Bringing a hand up between your bodies, his lithe fingers traces the lacy edge of the fabric. Hooking his index finger underneath the material, he pulls it to the side, fully exposing you to him, as his face sat literally inches away. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you swallow hard. Fuck… you shaved last night, right? Or… wait… was it the other day? No… it was this morning! It had to be-- “Auuhhhhnnn!….”, suddenly grounded back into reality as your body responded completely on it’s own, a soft moan spills from your lips as the tip of his tongue delves between your dripping folds. Lashing in an up and down direction, he laps at your core. His free hand coming up to gently pull your folds apart, as he flattens his tongue against your swollen clit. Being able to hear nothing but your own heart beat pounding in your ears, laced with the lewd noises of sloshing wetness coming from between your legs, your chest rises and falls as your body jerks with each pass of his tongue. Strangle whimpers and drawn out whines tear from your throat as the coiling heat in the pit of your stomach churns. Tangling your fingers into the bedsheets on either side of you, you fight to keep your legs open for him. Feeling your thighs beginning to tremble, Hongjoong suddenly stops. Voiding you of any contact with him, you feel the mattress shift underneath you. Snapping your eyes open, just in time to lock gazes with him, he’s now hovering over you at eye level. Pressing your lips together tightly, that same wickedly seductive expression was plastered all over his face, as his tongue glides over his bottom lip. My god… he’s so beautiful. The dim lighting in your room proved to be a curse just as much as a blessing in that moment as you turned your head to the side, momentarily attempting to catch your breath. Catching his perfectly defined silhouette against the far wall, you admire every hard line as your eyes travel it’s length. Inevitably coming to settle on the shameless bulge on the front of his figure, your head whips back to face him. Holding himself up above you via on hand planted beside your head, his other hand was already wedged between your bodies, making quick work of the front of his pants. Searching his eyes, desperate for any kind of communication before anything else happened, he drops himself down towards you. His dewy lips brushing lightly against your own as the words trickle into your mouth. “You want this…?” In the same moment, you feel the large and smooth head of his cock toying between your soaked folds, just as his tongue had done, minutes earlier.

Fuck! How could you not?! Temporarily unable to answer, as your eyes flutter shut, his lips press against your own and with his free hand gripping the hilt of his shaft, he continues to tease at your pussy. Skillfully rubbing circles against your clit with the tip of his cock, the friction was absolutely knee-buckling. Pushing your head back into the pillow to create enough space to break the kiss, you pant out the answer that you knew he was patiently waiting to hear. “Y-yes….”.

Without a second to spare and his reaction time seamless, Hongjoong rears his hips back, aligning himself with your entrance. Locking his lips against your own in a conscious effort to muffle the sounds that were to come, he applies pressure with his hips. Feeling yourself stretch around him as he entered you, you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, in return, moaning into his mouth. Your hands grip at his bare shoulder blades, feeling the muscles in his back flex as he thrusts forward. Ceasing his movements only once his lower pelvis leaned flush against the back of your thigh, it was obvious that he was silently at war to keep himself as still as possible, allowing your to adjust to him. Squeezing your floor muscles around his shaft, he suddenly breaks the kiss with a harsh gasp. His torso curls inward as his back bows against your fingernails, and his forehead presses against your collarbone. Seconds later, he blesses you with the sweetest sound you’d probably ever heard in your life. “Auhh-Auuugghhhnn… fuck!”, a lewd moan spills forth from him as he grits his teeth in his face. Panting heavily against your skin, your trail your hands down to each side of his hips as a gesture to let him know that you were okay. Only then did he begin to move.

Starting with slow and shallow strokes, his body rocks gently against yours. His lips busy working the side of your throat. The slick sounds of flesh on flesh echo through your bedroom. Allowing you plenty of adequate time to take this at your own pace, you’re quick to sense that Hongjoong was fighting to keep himself in tandem. Your hands slide from his hips down to hook into the back of his thighs and you begin to pull him into you with every inward stroke. Able to read the signals like a well memorized book, he begins to quicken the pace. Keeping flawless rhythm for several minutes to follow, it wasn’t until his movements began to stutter and stumble that you knew he was getting dangerously close. Clamping your muscles around him, his groans grew in volume and frequency. “Sh-Shit… Auugghnn…. Augghnnnnn!”, his voice becoming raspy and ragged. Eventually unable to keep your own climax at bay, you decided if you were going over the edge, you were taking him with you.

Hongjoong’s thighs begin to quiver as your own begin to violently shake. Feeling the swell rise in the bottom of your belly, your back arches at a sharp angle off the mattress and your head tips back against the pillow. A feral moan rips from your throat as you toss yourself over the edge, spiraling head first into your orgasm. Feeling your muscles spasm around his thick shaft, his thrusts become uneven, breaking the prior pattern he’d kept before. Clinging on to each wave of your climax as they crash over you, his labored breathing rings in your ears. Peeking your eyelids open as you feel yourself beginning to come down from you high, there was nothing in this world that was going to make you miss watching him come unraveled.

As his hips jerk back and forth, he presses harder and longer into you with each stroke. Finally feeling his cock begin to twitch deep in your core, he thrusts inward one last time before holding his body flush against your own. The arm planted beside your head buckles as he leans down onto his elbows. His face buried into the side of your neck, as a guttural moan shreds the quiet ambience of the room. “Hhhhggnn-AUUUHHgggggnnnnn!!! Auugghnnn! Mmmggghhnnn…. Fuck! Fuck!” Each hard jerk of his shaft accompanied with a lewd groan from his lips as he spilled himself inside of you. Immediate warmth coating every inch of your walls, as he unloaded. Struggling to keep enough air in his lungs, his hips rut against your body as his spasms become less frequent and further apart. Combing your fingers through his hair, soothing him as he began to come down from his climax, sweat collects along the ridge of his spine.

As several minutes pass, he still remains buried deep inside of you. Looking up through sweat laced bangs, he offers a blissful smile. I literally cannot believe that just happened… am I dreaming? Nope. I asked myself that question before. I’m definitely awake. And he’s definitely right here. And… he’s definitely starting to get heavy-- Shifting yourself underneath him, he chuckles softly as a slightly apologetic expression takes over his sharp features. Looking down, he slowly pulls himself out. Hissing and taking his bottom lip between his teeth, as the slight friction faults a shiver down his spine, he flops to the sheets beside you. With your thighs slightly aching, your sit yourself up. Momentarily lightheaded, but still feeling the rush of the euphoria, you blindly grab at the edge of the covers. Tugging them up and over both of you, and adjusting your position to face him, you lay back down, tucking an arm underneath your head. Gazing at his stunning features, as he lay with his eyes closed, you lift yourself and lean towards him, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. Without bothering to open his eyes, his hand searches for your own. Entangling his fingers into yours once he finally did, he brings your hand up and presses his lips to back of your palm, refusing to let your hand go. Settling back into place, unsure if anything more should be said nor if anything more even needed to, considering how cryptic and quiet of a person he turned out to be, you simply whisper, “....wow.” No response, except for the soft purring of his slumber.

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