“Do you remember when i used to kiss you like this?”
My lips brush his neck, then his chin.
He tenses, and then shivers. My minty breath against his neck
I’m fully clothed, laying across his chest, tummies touching. He smells like pine needles and safety. Like nothing bad can ever happen to me as long as i’m in his arms. I lay my head flat against him, and the top of my head nestles perfectly into the crook of his neck.
A cheeky grin stretches across his face.
His voice is huskier than normal.
“Yeah. I do.” He whispers softly. This is something he’d never admit outside the safe intimacy of his bed. I used to kiss his neck and chin ten years ago. It would drive him crazy because he hadn’t kissed my lips yet. Before I got married. Before I’d become a mother. Before, before, before.
“And this?” A cheeky grin returns to my face as I kissed the corner of his mouth. He moans. His hips bucking up.
“Nuh uh uh” i say, pressing my index finger to his lips.
“You said you just wanted to be friends, remember?”
A knock at the door “breakfast is almost ready”
“Give me a minute” he calls out to his roommates, not breaking eye contact with me once.
His pupils are dilated.
“Can i show you a new song? It’s so good.”
Without waiting for a response, I snatch his phone from the nightstand, scroll through his spotify, and put on ik ardas wahe guru
He nips at my neck & tries to say something
“Shh” i say “pay attention to the song”
“I just want to kiss you” he whines.
“Nope” i say petulantly
“Not allowed. You said we’re friends now, so friends we’ll be”
He brushes a strand of dark hair out of my face and looks deep into my green eyes, like there’s something hes searching for.
It’s… a lot. The eye contact. And usually it makes me uncomfy.
But he’s always seen me. And he’s always liked what he saw.
Very very slowly, i raise my hips and brush my pelvis against his.
He buckles and groans. I can feel his cock harden under his gym shorts.
The playful smile slowly leaves my face when i see the heat in his eyes.
He wants to consume me. Take me apart and put me back together. He doesn’t know how, but that’s what he wants.
My eyes lock in with his while i softly grind against him, so so slowly.
And pretty soon the music is playing and we aren’t kissing or even really touching.
Just slowly grinding and staring into each others eyes. As my breath begins to hitch, and then his does too. And i’m moaning and slightly panting, but still not kissing.
The music builds, a celestial chorus, and I feel the building crescendo match the warmth and expansive tingling in my own body.
As I was editing my original story, it occurred to me I was writing Jegulus long before I found out Jegulus existed :D No wonder I find the ship so appealing. Also, in case anyone's interested, here's a new chapter of The Price of Magic.
“Sure. If you can squeeze in. The stall is kind of small for the three of us.”
He jumped to his feet in one lightning-fast movement, utilizing speed that couldn’t have been natural. I suspected he must’ve been cheating, using magic subconsciously, or imbuing himself with raw Aether energy to pull off a feat like this. Regular gym sessions achieved so much.
“Three? Are we expecting someone else to join in? Normally, that’d sound like fun.” He ran the tip of his index finger along my jaw. “But not with you.”
“What do you mean, ‘not with me’? Not fun enough?” Despite a threesome being the furthest thing from my mind, my chest pinched at Finn’s dismissal, causing my voice to jump up an octave.
“Should’ve been clearer,” he rumbled, moving closer. Our noses were only centimeters apart, his eyes dark and stormy. They roved over my face as if he were writing up a mental catalog of my every feature. “No, I won’t be sharing you, sweetheart. You’re mine.”
The quiet possessive growl in Finn’s voice had my knees turning into pudding, and I almost collapsed in a dead swoon. But, drawing on the quickly diminishing remains of my self-respect, I suppressed any outward manifestations of his effect on me, locked up my limbs to stay upright, and schooled my face into pleasant neutrality.
“No. I meant you, me, and your ego.”
Finn barked out a laugh. “Ha. Well, if you’re a good boy, I’ll squeeze into the stall with my ego, and you can watch.” He drew closer, his lips hot against my ear. “I’ll even put on a show.”
based on the day 10 bad story ending on zen’s route. be warned, this is very dark. mentions of blood and minor injuries. contains some dialogue from the game.
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A long, long time ago, there was a silver-haired prince and a princess. The princess was surrounded by liars and locked up in a lonely room. She thought her prince would come to save her… but that did not happen. The princess was caught up with the fixed idea that only the prince could save her, and refused to see the reality. She had no idea that the prince was in the same team with all the liars. God, our poor princess…
But actually… there was a better person for the princess. There was an angel… who watched her from afar and wanted to lead her to paradise someday. The wise princess believed the angel more than the liar… and she became happy, forever and ever…
How about it? A beautiful story, no..? Hmm? What happened to the prince? He did come running for her, but he was too late. So the angel decided to punish him. Unlike the princess, he was very rebellious, so it took time to tame him. This is the paradise of happiness, so let’s rewrite the fairy tale…
“Why are you doing this?”
Your voice was raspy, your throat aching as your choked words rolled across your sandpaper tongue. Cold, heavy manacles weighed down your wrists and ankles, digging into the tender skin with enough force that bruises bloomed forth over your skin, mottled purple and blue and green, and tender enough to make you yelp as Unknown tugged you towards him by your chains.
Knees scraping over concrete. Sharp stinging, skin warm with fresh blood. The cheap costume princess dress that you were dolled up in, ripping over rough ground.
You ducked your head, avoiding the mint eyes that gleamed with rage.
He was not your angel.
“I told you,” he snarled. “I’m saving you. Stop resisting!”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you squeezed them shut despite the burn of the salt.
“What did you do to Zen?”
The words fell from chapped lips, nought but a hushed whimper as your gaze remained focused on the ground. You counted the stray pebbles, let your eyes trace the tiny cracks spiderwebbing across the surface, anything to save you from your captor’s piercing stare.
He chuckled coldly. “Why don’t you look and see, princess?” he sneered. “Perhaps you’ll think differently of joining me in paradise once you’ve seen him.”
You dared to raise your head, wincing at the angry face you were met with. White hair, coarse and choppy after a bad bleach job. Eyes so green they had to be contacts, the pale skin beneath them marred with dark circles. He was thin--thin enough that his collarbones jutted from his torso, stretching towards his shoulders, one of which marked the beginning of the ink that streaked down his arm, weaved into a shakily drawn eye. The tattoo was clearly a hack-job, the edges blurry and smeared by an unprofessional touch.
He was the furthest from an angel one could possibly be.
Unknown’s fingers pinched your chin, jerking your head to the side, where a set of ratty, red velvet curtains had been strung up over the doorway to your prison. The sudden motion had you biting your tongue, and your mouth was tainted by the taste of metal, only accentuated by the dank air of your ‘home’--or rather, your ‘castle’, as your captor had so ironically dubbed it.
“Now… look at the princess here, and smile,” Unknown called, his callous tone filling the empty space with its loud echoes. The curtains parted, and your heart leapt to your throat as Zen stumbled inside, reeling from the force of another’s violent hand. He fell to his knees with a heavy thud, his head lolling forward as his silver ponytail spilled messily over his shoulder. He was no longer the put-together actor you had met what felt like only a few days prior--though the costume he wore was crisp and pristine, his hair was in disarray, the roots shiny with oil and ends ratty with knots. His skin was sallow, his garnet eyes ringed with lack of sleep.
“...no…” Zen groaned, voice quiet enough that you almost couldn’t hear him. Christ, if only you couldn’t hear him...
“Zen,” you breathed, swallowing the lump in your throat as you scrambled towards him on all fours, only to be tugged harshly backwards by the chains binding you. You bit back a cry of pain as Unknown dragged you towards him.
“Smile, princess~ Your prince is here!” he prompted, and a hacking sob clawed its way from your raw throat.
“Zen, what have they done to you..?” It hurt to talk, but bearing witness to Zen’s diminished state was infinitely more painful. Zen closed his eyes, pressing his hand to his temple as he flinched.
“Oh~ Prince! Take the meds if your head hurts… Here, there you go,” Unknown cooed, and you were forced to watch helplessly as Zen’s head was roughly tilted back, iridescent blue liquid forced between his unwilling lips. He coughed and spluttered, before finally being tossed forward.
“Act as if you’re happy! You said your dream is to act until you die. Now… your dream will come true!” Unknown declared, and another sob ached in your chest as Zen raised his eyes to meet yours. They flickered with a hint of recognition.
“I think… I’ve seen you before…” he murmured tiredly. “Who are you? Who were you?” he asked, and you exhaled shakily.
“Z-Zen- Hyun- it’s me. It’s MC. Don’t you remember? The party, the RFA, the-”
“Don’t mention those filthy liars!” Unknown screeched, his knuckles catching in your hair as he pulled you back. You whimpered, tears trickling a path down your dirt-stained cheeks as Unknown released you, pushing you towards your love.
“This is your princess. And you are the prince. You’ll live your life acting from now on!” Unknown pressed, and Zen’s brow furrowed in confusion. Had it not been for your predicament, the tiny action would have made you smile. As it were, your heart felt as though it were pulsing around the jagged edge of a knife.
“You are the princess… I’m the prince…” Zen whispered, and you sobbed, shaking your head desperately. Zen’s eyes found yours, and he squinted at you for a moment. “N-no, I don’t think so… No…”
Your chest flared with hope, and Zen’s accusatory stare jumped to Unknown. “You… You..!” His voice tilted into a furious yell, and you saw his shaky hands ball into fists as he prepared to leap.
“Stop! Stop!” Unknown shouted, and suddenly Zen was being restrained, pulled screaming and struggling from the room. “You’re not ready to go up on stage yet… your eyes are lying. Let’s practise more and then go up on stage. Alright? Hahaha…”
Unknown turned to you, his eyes boring into your own as he tilted your chin up to face him. You swallowed, watching him defiantly, though your insides screamed with helplessness.
“Don’t you want to join your prince? You’ll be so happy, MC… join me in paradise…” he pleaded. You remembered the pain in Zen’s expression, the hollowness in his eyes… and you knew you’d give anything to just forget.
“If-if I do… you’ll stop punishing him? You-you promise we can all be happy? Him, too?”
Unknown smiled; a cold grin that sent a chill deep into your bones as he nodded. You closed your eyes.
“Then… fine. I’ll do it, okay? Just… just don’t hurt him. Please.”
A champagne glass brimming with azure was pressed to your lips, and you swallowed the bitter liquid without so much as a flinch. When the glass was drained, you licked a stray drop from your ragged lips, the liquid pleasantly coating your parched throat and burning white-hot down your oesophagus.
“How do you feel, princess?” Unknown prompted. A half-smile teased your lips.
“Better,” you whispered. Your eyelids fluttered, and you looked up into a pair of familiar, mint green eyes.
The eyes of your angel.
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ahah sorry this one is a bit dark, but i suddenly got inspired to write this and here we are. please reblog/comment if you enjoyed!
A/N: *rubs my grubby, evil little hands together* The first mysme thing i write in a long time and it turns out this way, you’re welcome
The click of the keys were the only sounds to echo across the room.
For once in his life, Saeyoung’s mind was at a standstill. Nothing roamed the inner depths of his head—not jokes, not strings of code—not even beautiful images of a certain white cat popped up like advertisements as they normally did.
Mindlessly, he tapped at the keyboard in front of him, the light from the monitor being the only source in the room. It glared as it struck his glasses, taking unfair measurements to ensure it lit up only the harshest aspects of his features.
The bags under his eyes, the heavy scowl on his lips—his face screamed exhaustion, self-pity, and the line between blurred with swirls of emotions. He was well aware why he felt such a way, but admitting it to himself would bring life to the sin, make it truly real, form it into something he couldn’t make disappear.
What good did it do, truly, to keep his mouth shut? Time and time again, he’d watch as the sin in front of him reached out, begging him to join hands with promise of salvation, of protection, of love; He knew what he was in for, he knew what he had been feeling, yet he shoved it further and further down, knowing he wasn’t worthy of the pleasure sure to come with that very hand.
But god, that hand was beautiful.
It looked so soft and welcoming, cupping as though it were ready to caress his face gently and wash every impurity away; But that hand was the impurity instead—it was something he would never get as he was bound to this one, solid coordinate on a plane of vast existence, coded to simply watch in agony as everything unfolded in front of him.
A ding from his phone caught his attention, eyes mindlessly looking over the notifications, desperately searching for that one name to breathe a newfound life into his hallow heart; The message couldn’t open quick enough—he made a mental note to try and fix this problem later—and found his heartbeat rapidly picking up the pace to catch up to the smile across his lips.
They were online—yes, the very sin themselves, though Saeyoung preferred the much more angelic title of MC—suddenly, he had a purpose once again. The gears in his mind started to turn, though the once empty space filled with thoughts and images of them; Which was more painful? The empty, static dysfunction he got as he short circuited, or the silent truth behind the taut red string of fate between the two of them?
‘It’s late!’ He found himself typing, ‘Couldn’t sleep?’
‘I was worried about you.’
The genuine concern behind their words left him dumbfounded, his heart now beating in a peculiar fashion; No! He wanted to scream out—no, they shouldn’t concern themselves with him! Time and time again he would pull himself closer to them, grasping onto that string for dear life only to find himself letting go and watching as they pulled the string tighter and tighter, on the verge of snapping in two. He wanted so badly for that string to split, so they could find a better, stronger string instead—perhaps a nice yellow? Maybe a silver? How does a green or a purple sound? Anything but this damn red string that would only bring them misery.
How was he supposed to let them go if deep down he truly didn’t want to?
‘Lolololol,’ he falsely typed, ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m the great SEVEN! ZERO! SEVEN! Commander of the stars and conqueror of evil, and secretly—and I cannot stress this enough—the most handsome of devils.’
He could just feel in his soul how they laughed—god, he wished he could witness it firsthand. Maybe he could ask them to step outside in front of the camera—No! The hand around his heart would only crush its contents if he were to actually see it. A deep breath and a small smile later, their reluctant agreeance only tugged at his heart strings more and more as he knew what he had been doing to them.
Days dragged by while nights flew much faster than he wanted. Taking every opportunity to talk to them, laugh with them, even allowing himself to be as vulnerable as he could without letting everything pour out, he knew he had been tugging the string and pulling them close. Did he mean to? What was the right thing to do here? He wanted so desperately to be close to them that he knew it was wrong—that's why their very existence was nothing short of a sin.
And that’s why he would work tirelessly to sever that damn red string.
Saeyoung grew cold, distant—he spoke as though he were a madman and prayed that MC would not be able to decipher the riddles of his heart. He pushed, shoved, even went as far as to leave what was once an electronic safe haven to allow himself to bask in their radiance the moment he saw their name log in. Short answers, bursts of random conversation, distance.
The string around his finger tugged and tugged, begging him to come back, come close, do something to cut it some slack—but he solely watched from that dark room, catching glimpses of that string of his from the light of his monitor.
MC started to speak more with the others, growing closer, forming bonds. His heart and eyes pleaded, his soul begged, his fingers twitched, but his mind would not move for it knew the truth.
Snap.
The string around his finger grew heavy, slowly sinking back against him, the neat little bow that held it now sagging and dull. Eyes followed the line, painfully fading away as though it were merely computer-generated numbers and had no attachment to his heart. A small but of the line remained, however, tied around his finger; He played with the bow mindlessly, feeling the sharp pain in his chest as he did so.
And there, at the party, he anxiously rubbed at the bow on his finger as he waited to see them. Heart pounding, mind racing—and as fate would have it, his eyes landed on the perfect mold of pure, unfiltered sin—something so pure he could never be clean enough to hold in his arms.
The hand that once held out for him was now out of reach—try as he might, he could never reach far enough to grab it. The sun, as would have it, was truly too far for someone of measly existence to obtain. Fate was a cruel reality, and she loved to play Saeyoung like the hallow puppet that he was, generating his life time and time again with mixtures of ones and zeros.
He’d smile to himself, so sad and expectant, as he’d come to terms with the rules of Fate’s little game.
“So, Fate says you can’t fall in love with me.”
And there, around their finger, tied in the most pristine of bows, sat a coloured bow.
Saeyoung would have to watch, time and time again as Fate loved her game of torture, as the bow changed colours--none of which ever stayed red.
“But she never said I couldn’t fall in love with you.”
I love mystic messenger with all my heart, but I’ve been in a big writers block, do any of you like Miraculous Ladybug? I’d like to start writing about both, it’s been a while since I posted and I’d hate to stop writing. Either way you guys have a new Mystic Messenger post coming up. Love you guys 💖
Hi! (If this makes you uncomfortable please just forget about it) it occurred to me that we don't really know if Jumin's stepmother ever stopped seducing him whenever she had the chance, so I was thinking in a scenario where MC invites her to the wedding for the sake of being polite and gets to witnessed something and Jumin's reaction (the dead eyes, the memory loss) made her realize what is going on, how will she confront the stepmother? Again, if it is a sensitive topic just ignored it, thanks
No, no, no Anon! This is in no way a sensitive topic at all! I just couldn’t get my creative juices flowing to actually write this and I had other requests that I was able to write faster than yours! I apologize but hey it’s finally done!! HOORAY! ^^
Also I know that Jumin’s step mom was mentioned in the game I know she was I just can’t remember all the details… so I apologize in advance if her character seems off or something but I still hope you enjoy~!
Thank you again for the request Anon~! <3
When she was making the invitations for the wedding,deciding to invite Jumin’s step mom out of the kindness of her heart seemedlike a good idea at the time, but now, she’s not so sure. Yeah, in retrospect itwasn’t the best idea; Jumin did tell her stories about this woman, how she useto try and seduce him but was unable to. According to Jumin, the woman has nottried to since he was around 15, so in those 11 years she would have changed,right?
Wrong!
So, when the after party started after the actual receptionand (Y/N) saw Jumin talking with his step mom, looking rather, oh how do yousay it, dead inside, she knew shemade a mistake in inviting her. No doubt about it. Not long after Juminfinishes talking, he walks on over to his newly wedded wife, now looking somewhat relieved to be out of that situation.
“Darling? Everything alright?” She asks, even though it’sclear that no, everything is not alright. She still asks though, to show thatshe cares and is there for him.
“No. My step-mother is trying to seduce me again, eventhough I am clearly at taken man…” hestates with an exasperated sigh at the end. “Let us hope that she leaves us inpiece, Love” he adds. Oh yes, she willleave us alone, don’t you worry…
Six…
That’s how many times she caught Jumin and his step mothertalking, six, and every single timeJumin just keeps on looking more and more uncomfortable and tired of that woman.She just isn’t getting the message that it won’t work on him. So, later on inthe party, (Y/N) scurried off away from Jumin, with the excuse of needing touse the restroom, to search for the woman responsible for her newly wedhusbands discomfort from the last few hours. When she was spotted, (Y/N) madeher way over to her with the best smile she could muster up without letting herfaçade down and struck up a conversation.
“Hello, you must be Min-Su, Jumin’s step mother, right?”
Min-Su smiled back at her, replying with, “Yes, that’s correct.And you are the one who married my step son yes? Congratulations.”
“Thank you” (Y/N) thanks with a smile on her face but that smilesoon fades into a frown. “Can you come with me for a moment, somewhere moreprivate.”
“Uh, okay” Min-Su replies warily. Nodding, (Y/N) leadsMin-Su to the bathroom and thankful no one is in there at the moment. That’s okay, this won’t take very long anyway.
“I know what you are trying to do and I suggest you stop.” (Y/N)states with authority. The woman in front of her doesn’t seem fazed at allthough from the sudden accusation towards her.
“I have no idea what you are talking about Dear.” Her reply comesout coolly, like she knows that there is no way she is going to get caught. Wellboy is she wrong.
“Oh, you fully know what I’m talking about. You’re trying toseduce my husband and I swear if you try one more time, all hell will break looseon you, you can count on it, trust me.” (Y/N)’s voice is so full of power thatit’s just down right scary, Min-Su seemingto think so too because now she is fazed and sweating bullets.
“Am I clear?” (Y/N) adds to her previous speech when thespeechless woman does not answer. Min-Su is only able to form a “Yes…” before afemale guest that was invited enters and stops, afraid that they just walkedinto a huge fight or something.
“Good! Thanks again for talking, bye!” (Y/N) says all cheerylike nothing ever happened and leaves the bathroom to go back to Jumin.
“Ah, Love. I was beginning to worry, you took quite cometime in there, is everything alright?” Jumin asks when she reaches him. She wrapsher arm around his own and gives him a quick peck on his lips.
“Everything is fine, don’t worry Jumin!” she assures with ahappy smile on her face and Jumin returns that smile.
That smile never leaves his face, his step mother finally leavinghim alone. Even on the drive back to the penthouse, he’s still smiling, happy, like he always should be.
And as long as (Y/N) is there with him, he will be.
