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lovecinnatwist · 3 years

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How would you go about writing omega Jason with Alpha Dick?

Man oh man- Omega!Jason with Alpha!Dick is always such a bop.

It depends really! I see so many fics with insecure Jason thinking Dick is too good for him which is nice and definitely in character- but sometimes it makes me crave the other end of the spectrum?

Like a confident, sexy Jason who teases Dick with his scent and body until the alpha wants to implode? I also like the idea of Jason being raised by an Omeganist!Alfred and Omega!Talia to be badass, sassy and sensual. Bras? Suppressants? Painful heats?

Not for Jason Todd!

He embraces his Omega-ninity and it wreaks havoc on Dick's hormones. Dick being a more conservative alpha would definitely find himself overwhelmed but enamored!

Here's something playful with a clumsy Alpha!Dick and confident pack Omega!Jason!

Tiddies Out - JayDick

Tags: Omegaverse, AlphaDick, OmegaJason, Pining, Crack treated Seriously, Lactating, Heat Cycles, Omega Tim, Alpha Bruce, Pup Damian- Just Dick being an obvious pining idiot and Jason enjoying his reactions-

Jason doesn’t mind being an omega. How could he when it’s one of the superior options? While Alpha’s often lost themselves to aggression during rutting season and beta’s scrambled to placate them- Omega’s got to sit back and watch the show.

Being the object of an alpha’s fascination has many perks. First off? The gifts. Lavish offerings make their way to him with little to no effort. Weaponry from Talia, Expensive silks and poisons from Ras, The latest tech from Tim and Bruce. It's an endless parade really. One of the few things that make this more bearable to put up with.

He’s a heavy milker. Always has been.

Maybe it’s from growing up in an abusive household. Perhaps it's in response to being closer to the pack’s pups or hell, maybe his body is just gearing up for the imaginary children it wants to have. Regardless of the reason Jason’s tits are aching.

They seem extra tender tonight. The cold dingy air does little to ease the tension under his armor. He shifts and the way his pads squish under bullet proof chest plates is a pain. He curses and tries to ignore it. Something that’s getting harder as the cotton under his clothing reaches its limit. Tsk- 4 hours his ass. It’s barely been 2 and he’s about to make a mess of his gear.

As annoying as it is. He reluctantly reaches into his kit to get two fresh napkins to change. Other omega’s might be shy to do this in public but Jason has always been more practical about it. Breasts are breasts, no reason to get all crazy about it.

Though it probably didn’t hurt that Jason himself had a nice rack. He knows what the other heroes say about him behind his back. His figure has never been more appreciated than now in his prime. The dip in the pit did wonders at helping him bulk up. Thighs thick, emphasising his trim waist. In the throws of season his ample chest gives him an illusion of an hourglass figure. While some people would say omega’s should be small and dainty, he has yet to meet an alpha or beta who can resist him.

Not to be vain but he is nothing else if not attractive.

He’s got his top half way off when the sound of a near violent thud echoes out in the darkness. The hiss of pain gives away the alpha before his scent can. Jason doesn’t even turn in his direction. Instead he keeps his attention on the sopping pads under the compression shirt. He hisses as the gentle adhesive pulls from his throbbing mamories.

“ You alright over there goldie? “

He gets a groan for an answer. A nicer person would have maybe let the other man know about his current state of undress. Too bad that Jason isn’t exactly known for being ‘nice’. He carefully wraps up one cotton cloth. Once he’s clean and dry, he applies another. It’s quick and easy work. The slight chill does wonders against his flush skin.

The worn form of Nightwing crawls from the side of the building. There’s a pretty good bruise on his cheek Jason is 90% sure that the acrobat had a less than graceful landing. He’s always been weird about nudity. Even back when they mostly had the same parts. He rolls his eyes as the man pointedly tries not to look at him. He can’t help scoffing at the false modesty.

“ Hood. You shouldn’t do this out in the open like this. Anyone could see you. “

Everyone knows Jason is an omega, by extension that means Red Hood. It’s one of the reasons why his territory is so well protected. No one wants to cross an omega. While the fangs in their mouths were now more for scruffing kits, no one had forgotten the days when they were for hunting prey and tearing out throats.

He would flash his at Dick but he’s wearing his helmet and would probably just looks stupid. He manages to get the other pad off. It’s absolutely drenched. His left teet is definitely working harder than the right. The sheer weight of the cotton makes a loud squelch as it hits the little plastic bag at his feet.

He snorts. “ And you know what they’d say N? Best tits in Gotham. “

The alpha’s face is anything but amused. The furrow of his brow and spike in his scent is territorial and aggressive. It’s laughable really considering the fact that between the two of them, Jason is actually the one in charge of protecting the pack. It’s all a part of being the lead omega.

Whether Bruce or Dick want to accept it or not.

“ Stop objectifying yourself like that. “

Jason enjoys the feeling of being clean and dry as he gets the other cotton adhesive on. It’s a welcome sensation. Especially when he straightens his armor and it’s a little less chafing and tight.

“ It’s only objectication if I say I’m only a nice pair of tits Wing. Luckily I’ve got a nice set of thighs too.“

He pays Dick no mind as he stands and packs away his used pads to be thrown away later. He might have to call it an early night at the rate. With the way fall is quickly approaching his heat is just dying to make an appearance. Perhaps he could get away with offering himself to the foster system. With the amount of milk he’s making now it would be better for the pups who need it to benefit instead of it all going to the trash.

“ Hood! “ The sound is a scandalized growl. It’s funny enough that Jason throws his head back and laughs free and clear. With the voice modulator it’s mean and menacing. Amusement bubbles in his chest. He can’t help taking off his helmet so that Dick can take in just how wide his smile is.

“ Sorry Wing. I’m a pretty girl. What can I say? “

Talia is nothing but progressive. While many omega’s in the west suffer from low self esteem. Jason learned his worth quickly. Confidence is beauty. The more one loves themselves, adores them selves and takes time to know themselves the more they blossom. It’s a deep healing that not everyone gets to understand. A privilege for a few chosen omegas. He cocks his head and smiles and see’s the exact moment Dick starts losing his footing in the conversation.

The alpha is tongue tied.

“ That’s not what I mean and you know it Hood. “

Jason shrugs. Once he’s got his stuff away he’s ready to run roofs and actually get some work done.

“ Sorry Goldie. It’s 2021 and haven’t you heard? Red Hood says free the tiddies. “

He doesn’t wait for a response as he makes a running start towards the edge of the building. It’s always such a thrill. He tucks a bit to clear the gap. The moment his legs touch the concrete the sound is silent despite the bulk of his frame. Dick calls after him but he loses the words in the wind. Laughter bubbles up in his throat. He wouldn’t be a prude just because his family wanted to be sexually repressed more than they wanted to be happy.

Dick doesn’t try to catch up with him and Jason finishes the night patrolling with Tim and Stephanie.

He manages to get an entire three hours out of the next set of pads. Instead of changing out in the open he accepts Alfred’s invitation back at the manor for a warm bath and cookies. Tim stares at his chest while Jason gets himself decent.

Tim is a gorgeous omega, with a slender petite frame and porcelain doll-like features. He always seems to get shy in the presence of Jason’s more unconventional curves.

Jason knows what low self esteem looks like. The younger omega wears it no matter how much bravo he tries to exude. Jason brushes against him briefly and lightly. His usual fragrance is marshmellowy from the sweetness of milk that clings to it.

There’s an immediate blush as Tim ducks away. Clearly he’s embarrassed from being caught. Though in reality where is the shame in a little boob appreciation amongst omegas?

“ You know Timmy, you gotta stop wearing bras. Maybe if you show a glimpse of those pretty pink nips Kon would take the hint. “

Tim goes red from his ears to his chest. Jason can practically see the steam coming from his ears. He slaps his hands over his petite breast quick enough to hurt. Jason wants to let him scamper off but instead he presses into his space even more. Long gone is the perfume of pup, now that Tim has come fully into his omega hood. Every day his scent leans more and more towards caramel and sugar.

“ Uhg you’re such a jerk. “

Tim tries to dodge out of his hold but Jason gets him anyway. The omega yelps and Jason ducks him right between each swollen peck. They are red and tender from patrol. He hasn’t put on new pads yet so some milk beads at his nipples. The little shriek Tim lets out is hilarious.

“ You’re going to get milk in my hair! Jason stop- God you suck- “

The omega fights and Jason lets him go before the two actually get into it. It’s light and playful. Well for the most part. Tim gets some milk on his face and the teen honest to God looks terrified. He curses all the way to the shower stall to take another quick bath all while Jason cackles at his misfortune.

“ I swear to God, when I start milking I'm going to get you back Ten fold! “

Jason rolls his eyes. As if.The last thing Jason’s afraid of is milk. It’s a natural thing. God everyone in this pack is repressed.

“ We’ll see about that Timberella! “

The omega hisses and Jason has to hold back a laugh as he leaves the shower. He’s so light and high from the interaction that he completely for gos a shirt. Not that he really wants to wear one. Not with how milk heavy and tender his chest is. Alfred’s always been pretty cool about it too. Being from the 60’s and all that jazz.

Jason maybe gets half way through the cave before the sound of metal crashing draws his attention. Dick walks cleanly into one of the metal tables in the middle of the lab space, knocking over tools and gadgets.

Bruce is thoroughly unimpressed from where he’s helping Damian stretch before bed. He’s in half of his costume, suppressors and scent blockers gone. The sheer disappointment in Damian’s gaze is astonishing.

“ Richard, please control yourself. “

The alpha looks like a deer caught in headlights, his mortification absolutely palpable in the air.

Jason does catch his eyes on his chest though. He smirks and sees the moment horror grows in those bright blue eyes. Instead of heading towards the stairs he decides to circle back towards the group.

Bruce chuffs from his position on the floor. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing but does tilt towards him in reverence. It’s been the biggest change in their dynamic. Bruce finally learning to respect Jason as not only a pack mate, but the pack omega. He greets him with a scenting.

Unlike Dick the alpha seems to pay little attention to his milking.

Damian’s puppy nose twitches as he leans towards him. It makes his heart flutter really. While Damian would never ask, Jason has thought of offering his breast many times. While Technically too old for it, they’ve all done their fair share of growing up too quickly. Something that Jason Laments as well as appreciates.

He scents Damian more thoroughly than Bruce, making him bristle. The boy tries to move out of his hold, hands swatting him away.

“ Todd cease your pestering immediately! If I smell of milk my peers will assume I still breastfeed. “

Jason snorts and pulls back from the prickly pup. Bruce gets a stupid fond look on his face and for a brief moment he feels it echoing on his lips.

“ And what’s wrong with that? If your pack omega is milking of course as a pup you’re welcome to it. “

Damian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His mouth opens in disbelief. Clearly, Damian in fact did not know that. Bruce stares as well, his scent turning into a sweet blend of ‘love-admiration-awe’. It draws a shiver up Jason’s spine. The tender mix of affection from his pack blankets over him like a net of spun sugar.

Jason doesn’t know why he feels drawn to look at Dick. The alpha hasn’t said anything in the past minute. He cuts his gaze to the stone still alpha and his heart flutters in excitement. The looks of jealousy and want is so strong that his intentions sparkle clear like aquamarine in shallow ocean waters.

The alpha is so much more honest when he thinks Jason isn’t looking.

He grins at Dick.

The alpha immediately shrinks in shame and embarrassment.

“ And of course any alpha spending my heat with me. “

#cinnatalks #Alpha!Dick #Omega!Jason #Omegaverse #Answer #Ficlets #Tiddies out #jaydick

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gibbyisbatman · 3 years

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Three’s Company

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

18+

Warnings: smut, threesome, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, dirty talk, double penetration, swallowing, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it)

Two bodies sit together on a deep seated sofa, legs crossed and engrossed in conversation. The topic being something taboo and a bit hard to bring up, but there was no sliver of embarrassment or shame between words. A simple couple communicating their thoughts and ideas about a not-so-simple act that wanted to be added to their bedroom life. That idea being one that will either be loved or hated, there is not much room in the middle. This idea is to add another body to the mix, allowing them entry into the hot and heavy atmosphere that swirls around with the intoxicating smell of sweat and arousal.

"Are you sure that you are okay with this idea, Bucky?" Y/N asked, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. The smirk on his lips never faltered, his presence exuding confidence. His hands wraps themselves around Y/N's, squeezing gently. "Of course, I'm okay with this. I wouldn't agree if I wasn't. This is something that I want too. Now the question is, who?" A bright smile spreads across Y/N's face as she speaks, "Um. I was thinking about Stevie."

Days had passed since Y/N's conversation with Bucky about having a threesome with Steve. Anxiety picked at the back of her skull as she waited impatiently for an answer from either man. Had Steve been freaked out by the proposal? Did Bucky change his mind about having another man touch his girl so intimately? There were many questions that swirled in her thoughts, until her phone buzzed like clockwork. A message from Bucky popped up on the screen and it read, "He said yes! Tonight! Do what you need to doll! Love you!"

Y/N heads to her bathroom with a pep in her step. She decides to take a hot shower, scrubbing her body with a delicious wash. After finishing the shower and drying off, Y/N applies a touch of makeup and smiles at her appearance. In the bedroom, she fishes out a simple, yet sexy matching set of black lace. All dolled up for herself and the men of the night, Y/N wraps her body in a small silk robe to wait.

Bucky can be heard unlocking the door to the apartment quickly, ready for what the night has in store. Steve shuffles in after, cheeks colored with a tinge of pink as his eyes scan the area. Both men perk up immediately at the sound of footsteps, Y/N's to be exact. She stands in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. "Hi boys! Nice to see you two!" She exclaims. The boyfriend makes his way to the beautiful girl, greeting her with a short, but passionate kiss. "Look at you, doll! You dressed up for some special occasion?” Lust already brewing in Bucky's voice, "Why don't you go greet our guest."

America's Golden Boy meets Y/N halfway, waiting for her to make the first move. Her soft hands glide up his bicep with a squeeze and a smile. "It's nice to see you, Stevie. Not to be rude, but can we skip past all of the small talk and pleasantries? We all know what's happening." Y/N says almost innocently, batting her lashes at one half of the super soldier population. Bucky runs his hands down her back and to her hips, resting them there. "Someone is eager, huh, babygirl?" The men share a look before Bucky continues, "Let's set some ground rules, shall we?" With the nod of the other two parties, he pipes up once more. "If anyone says to stop, you stop immediately. Steve, you will not cum in her pretty pussy, no matter how good she feels. And her ass is off limits." Bucky states in a gruff, demanding tone.

He looks to you and then to Steve, silently observing if there were any silent objections. "Both of you need to use your words." In an instant, both Y/N and the Captain voice their agreement, understanding the rules that were just put into place. "Good, now let's take this to the bedroom and get started." Sergeant Barnes orders, pinching Y/N's ass and making her squeal. All three bodies shuffle into the candle lit bedroom, the men kicking off shoes and shrugging off clothing with each step forward.

Y/N is quickly pinned between two hot bodies, Bucky's mouth working against her own as Steve places wet, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck. A small whimper falls from her mouth, only to be swallowed down by Bucky. The robe is untied by determined fingers and thrown carelessly in a corner, offering more exposed skin to be sucked, nipped and caressed. Warm hands unhooked the clasp of the bra, tossing it aside, before roughly kneading the flesh of supple breasts. A broken moan rips from her throat as she tried to press into the hands further.

Within seconds, Y/N is thrown onto the bed and her panties tore from her body. "Mmm. Look at my beautiful girl, sprawled out and soaked for us." Bucky growled, licking his swollen lips. Steve situates himself on the bed, mesmerized by the body in front of him that was wrecked with anticipation. "Go ahead, man. I know you want to dig in." Bucky chuckles darkly, watching as his best friend and co-worker looks to his girl for further consent and dives directly into her intoxicating heat once he does. Y/N's face contorts with pleasure as Steve's lips latch around her bundle of nerves and flicks his tongue relentlessly.

Bucky levels his hard length at his girl's mouth, tapping the tip against her lips twice signaling for her to take him in. She immediately opens up, sucking the swollen tip in her hot mouth with a moan. "That's right, doll, take my cock like a good girl. You like this don't you? Sucking me off while little Stevie eats your pussy." His words mix with the already overwhelming pleasure coming from Steve's mouth and fingers and the heavy feeling of his cock moving in her mouth, cause her eyes to roll back. The Captain pulls away, chin and lips shiny with arousal, "You taste so good. I could stay here all day and night." He moans as he dives back in, the vibrations send shock-waves throughout her body. Bucky's cock still assaults Y/N's throat, using her mouth how he wishes, he groans loudly before pulling out. He watches as several quick flicks of Steve’s tongue throws her over the edge, leaving Y/N panting and shaking under the large man situated over her lower half.

"Fuck! That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen" Bucky hisses with steady strokes of his cock, watching you come down from your first orgasm as Steve licks his lips clean. "Taste yourself, sweetheart." Stevie mutters, lust dripping from his words as he offers his slick fingers for Y/N to suck clean. She eagerly does so, not stopping until the taste of herself is free from his digits.

Y/N is flipped onto her hands and knees, Bucky fitting his body behind her and Steve at her front. A shiver runs down her spine, ready for whatever, or whoever, comes next. Her eyes lock onto the blonde man's leaking length, licking her lips with want. "Suck him off, babygirl. He was so good to you, now make him cum. Ugh! I'm gonna fuck you hard while you use your dirty mouth on my buddy." Bucky hisses through grit teeth, his hand tugging hard on the head of hair in front of him.

Giving Y/N no time to adjust, Bucky slams into her wet heat and stays buried to the hilt until Steve's cock was hitting the back of her throat. Bucky pulls out slowly, Steve follows after, setting a teasing pace for the woman between them. A small hand reached up to fondle and play with the blue-eyed blonde's heavy balls, only adding to the stimulating pleasure he was feeling. Both men thrust harder and deeper; pulling moans, grunts and the sounds of lewd wetness from all three of them. Bucky's vibranium hand snakes around to rub tight circles around Y/N's clit to bring her closer to orgasm as his rapidly approached. Y/N could feel both Bucky and Steve's thrusts lose their rhythm after some time as they got closer and closer to finishing. Her orgasm rushes over her whole being with white hot pleasure.

"Pull out! Don't cum yet!" The older man barked out. Steve thrusts stalled and he pulled his still very hard member out from Y/N's mouth with a whimper. Bucky pulls out seconds later with a grunt, making Y/N let out a pathetic whine from loss of contact. The large men switch places and wait for a few moments, their needy cocks ready to fill wanting holes. "You better not cum in her, punk." Bucky growls, reminding the other two bodies who was in charge. Steve nodded without so much as a grumble, knowing the terms that were clearly laid out before anything began.

Both men slid home in unison, creating a chorus of sweet moans that sang out in the sex soiled room. There was no slow pace or steady strokes. It was fast and hard right out the gate. The harsh thrusts of one man pushed Y/N's body onto the other, back and forth, over and over again.

Steve angled his hips just right to hit Y/N's g-spot every time he drove his long member into her quivering heat. The whimpers and moans that long to be released from deep inside Y/N are intercepted by Bucky's girthy member that slide along the girl's wet tongue. The soft vibrations only adding to his pleasure as he continues to fuck Y/N’s face, the sensation making his balls tighten. Steve's thrusts get sloppy as his large hand snakes around to rub Y/N's swollen clit fast and hard in the hopes of bringing her to another orgasm.

The super soldiers cum shortly after one another. Y/N falls over the edge, her whole body threatening to collapse into a boneless pile in the middle. Bucky jerks and grunts, spilling rope after rope of sticky cum down Y/N's throat, forcing her to swallow it down quickly. Steve cums seconds later, pulling out just in time to shoot his load across Y/N's lower back and ass.

The three fucked out bodies lay there for quite some time, trying to recover enough to move. Y/N eventually drifts off to sleep after Bucky wipes her down and covers her up. Both men smile at the woman, content with the events that took place. "Thanks for inviting me in on this, man. I know it's a big deal for you both. Just remember me if you two want to try this again." Steve says, his hand patting Bucky on the shoulder.

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theangriestpea · 4 years

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Call me Daddy | Sweet Pea

Summary: Lavender wants to know why Sweet Pea likes to be called "daddy" in bed. Takes place in the In the Shadows universe after the series ends. No spoilers for the series. <ao3> <series masterlist> <bingo masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Vaginal sex, Begging. This is really mild compared to what I’ve been writing.

A/N: Another one down for @riverdalebingo! One more and I’ll have my first Bingo! Next I’ll be working on In the Shadows part 6. This is for the “Daddy kink” square. I’m not totally pleased with this one but that’s okay. They can’t all be winners, right?

A stiletto nail adorned with black nail polish trailed down his muscular arm as she hummed. Sweet Pea’s lips were on her neck, attacking it with alternating nips and kisses. “Sweet Pea, will you answer a question for me?” She asked sweetly as she infused her touch with a hint of magic and lust to stir him on. “I’ll be on my best behavior if you do.”

Sweet sat up to look down at her. He was currently laying on top of her, their pelvises conjoined with minimal clothing between. He was only in his boxers while she was already naked. They were in bed, having woken up not too long before. Their days usually started like this.

Of course, he didn’t necessarily want her on her best behavior as that would mean he’d have no reason to punish her. Punishment was always the epitome of fun within their little routine. They were cat and mouse...well cat and a very bratty mouse.

He considered her request for a moment longer before answering. “Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?”

She threaded her fingers through his dark locks, enjoying the soft texture against her fingers. “Why do you like to be called daddy?” Despite being a succubus, Lavender didn’t know why certain people had certain kinks. She only knew that they had them. She was always curious as to why specific things or scenarios turned people on. This question in particular had been on her mind lately.

The witch cocked his head to the side in a moment of thought. “I suppose when you call me daddy, you’re exuding your submissiveness to me. I know I’m the one in control, the one on top. It also assures me that you’ll let me take care of you when the time comes, because you’re my baby.”

His cheeks were dusted in a shade of pink. He had never really been asked this before and didn’t realize the answer would embarrass him. His forever need to be in control of the situation felt like a sort of weakness at times. He couldn’t submit. He just couldn’t. Luckily Lavender was totally okay with this.

“Hmm,” She hummed again, still playing with his hair absentmindedly. “I like being your baby girl.” A smile crossed her lips before she leaned up to kiss him lovingly. This was a rarity. Sweet Pea and Lavender very rarely had soft moments like this. It was usually all banter and aggressive sex. Still, it was nice to be vulnerable to one another at times.

Sweet Pea kissed her back with a bit more force, his tongue pressing against her teeth until she opened them for him. They intertwined as a hand roamed down to grope her breast. She did promise to be a good girl.

Lav could feel his neediness in his touch. Him grabbing onto one of her most sensitive areas assured her of that. She tugged at the hair still in her grasp as she rolled her hips up against his growing erection. Both were using magic to enhance their touches.

He pulled away from her lips to attack her neck with new fervor. “Fuck me, daddy.” Lav mewled as he bit and sucked hard enough to leave a temporary mark. He loved marking her. Telling the world that this succubus was his felt like a huge power play.

Naturally, Sweet Pea was going to oblige to her request but first he wanted to make her really beg for it. After he had edged her until her eyes began to turn black around the edges. He also loved pissing her off.

One hand stayed giving attention to her pert pierced nipple with the other moved to between her legs. He dragged his index finger down her slit, finding moisture already collecting there. He brushed against the hardware of her VCH piercing, knowing that it would annoy her. When she elicited an unsatisfied huff, he smirked.

He gently prodded the sensitive bud, circling the pad of his finger over it with agonizing slowness. The feeling of his dark magic gave her a tingling sensation that was already driving her mad. Lav let out a whimper and tried to move her hips to feel more. He removed his finger almost completely when she did that. “Oh no, baby girl, no moving for daddy just yet.” He said in a low, smooth voice.

Lav listened (for once) and stilled herself. She let out a whine of frustration at him and she was quickly regretting telling him she’d behave. Once he was certain that she would not move again, he resumed his touches. This time he increased his speed and pressure a fraction, giving her a little more pleasure than before.

His mouth replaced his hand on her breast, tongue roving over her nipple swiftly. The demon gasped and moaned, hand on the back of his head as she needed to hold onto something and it might as well be his thick hair. He began to lap at it, sucking as he did so. This made her eyes roll back and a second, louder moan erupted from her.

Succubae had other spots on their bodies that were just as sensitive as their clitoris. Lavender’s happened to be on her nipples. Sweet Pea had found this out very early on in their relationship and loved to use it to his advantage. Not just anyone could make a sex demon come and he now considered himself a master at it.

One finger entered into her core slowly, moving with the natural curvature of her muscles as he pumped it at a sloth’s pace. The demon was whining more, wanting more, and he was not about to just give it to you.

“Daddy,” She nearly hissed, “you’re just playing with me.” She wanted to move her hips but didn’t as she knew he’d draw this out even longer if she did. His torture could be worse than any demon in hell and she knew it all too well. The outer edges of her sclera were starting to darken.

Sweet Pea only chuckled against her skin, giving her barbel one last lick before lifting his head, “you know what you have to do, baby. Do it and I’ll do you.”

Lav sighed with frustration, stopping abruptly when his thumb brushed her clit and sending magic through it again. She cried out softly, “please, daddy, fuck my pussy with your hard cock. I’ll be your little slut, just please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore!”

“I've only got one finger in, baby girl, and you’re already this wet?” Sweet Pea asked tauntingly. “Begging me when I haven’t even done anything? You want to be my little slut that bad?”

She bit her lip as she nodded, pupils blown wide with desire. “Yes, daddy. I need your dick inside me, please.”

Sweet Pea removed his finger and she whimpered. “I guess since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good girl. I can reward you this once.”

He sat up and peeled off his boxers, revealing his erection. Lav reached out and gently caressed it, always loving the sight of him at full arousal. It made her feel so powerful when she turned him on without any use of her powers.

She spread her legs as much as she could to accompany his wide frame. He positioned himself between them and teased her entrance with his tip. His free hand came up to rub her clit once more and Lav groaned. She just wanted the teasing to be over with already.

Seeing the almost pained expression on her face caused him to suddenly thrust into her. Lav’s whole body seemed to arch into him, hips rocking as she couldn’t wait for him to start moving. He leaned down to capture the protruding part of her clavicle with his teeth, leaving yet another mark on her pale skin.

His hips began to move, slow and steady at first and gradually turning into a hard pound. Lavender’s nails were leaving claw marks down his back as she moaned out his name repeatedly. Nothing beat the feeling of him inside of her. She was completely addicted to him in every way and sex was the greatest high she’d ever felt.

She always counted herself lucky to have found him and for him to be just as insatiable as she was. They could go for hours, days, weeks, without stop. Unfortunately basic necessary functions made going longer than a few hours simply irresponsible at best. After all, they did have a baby to take care of. Demon children were very needy...although Sweet Pea suspected his daughter was only needy because she inherited that trait from her mother. He was, unfortunately, correct for the most part.

Sweet Pea increased his pace again, grabbing one of her legs and swinging it so that it was bent over his shoulder so he could go in at a deeper angle. Lav’s back arched again at this new change of position, his static magic effectively pushing her to the edge.

He was grunting out breaths between his own moans and curses. “Fuck, baby, you’re so god damn tight. I love fucking your pussy almost as much as I love fucking your ass.” The sounds of slaps of their skin were bounding off the walls, adding to the noises they were making with their mouths. “Such a good girl for daddy.”

His words started to become incoherent as he neared his peak. He reached down and rubbed tiny circles into her clit to send her flying high into oblivion. Her vision blacked with bright stars as she screamed out for him one last time and her body pulsated around him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he was coming too.

He collapsed onto her, nuzzling the base of her neck. “That was good.” He said while he exhaled before nipping at the unmarked pulse point. “We should do it again sometimes.”

Lav chuckled lightly, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to recover and then I’ll gladly go again.” She ran her hands through his hair again. It was soothing for the both of them and a small showing of her love for him.

Sweet Pea groaned lightly as she scraped his scalp with her nails, “I’ll be ready in ten.”

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justawriterbeinglonley · 4 years

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Red Carpets and Pretty Girls

Author: @justawriterbeinglonley

Characters: Shawn Mendes x reader, Milo, Lizzo

warnings: talk of insecurity and social anxiety

notes: Shawn has brought Y/N and Milo to the Grammys. He perfectly coordinates all their outfits. This story is all about how they show off their outfits on the carpet. This is set in the future so we can pretend Shawn was performing for the first time in awhile. Lizzo makes a guest appearance at the end because, well, she’s amazing.

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You sat in a chair near the mirrors of Shawn’s dressing room with Shawn’s hairstylist, Anna, fixing up your hair. Shawn and your toddler Milo were with Shawn’s stylist, Tiffany, getting their outfits on. You hadn’t seen their outfits yet. Shawn refused to let you see what he picked out. Shawn also picked out your dress, but you hadn’t seen it yet either. Shawn said it matched his and Milo’s outfits too perfectly, so you weren’t allowed to see it yet.

You were excited for the night. Shawn was preforming tonight at the Grammy's for the first time in a few years, and you were excited. You were not entirely sure about walking the carpet with Shawn, but you were excited to dress up and look good anyways.

“Cutie!” Shawn yelled from the bathroom where he was getting dressed. “Its your turn to change!”

You laughed. You were excited to see your dress, but more importantly, excited to see your boys. “I’m coming!” you yelled back.

Anna let you go, and you walked over to the bathroom. You were just about to open the door when Tiffany popped out.

“I’ve been instructed to make sure your eyes are closed so you can’t see the boys,” she laughed.

You sighed as you laughed a little.

“We come out now?” you heard Milo ask.

“Is mommy’s eyes closed?” your husband asked.

“Yes! She’s not looking,” Tiffany laughed. You turned away from the dorr and put your hands over your eyes.

The sound of your boys trying to stealthily move from the bathroom made you giggle. You could hear Shawn trip and stubble a little, then Milo giggling. Soon following was Shawn shushing Milo. Your heart swelled a little.

Tiffany led you into the bathroom, and pulled your dress off the rack. It was a beautiful red color; a color you’d never really seen before. You put it on. The top of the dress was a halter. Red material laced comfortably around you neck, and came down over your shoulders to cover your breasts. That material continued tightly around your curved torso, but kept your back open, and loosely trailed down to the floor. Your perfect cleavage was on show, and a slit was in the dress, showing off your right leg. The slit ended just at the top of your thigh, right before your hip. There was no doubt in your mind that Shawn picked out the style. It perfectly showed off every curve of your body that Shawn loved.

You walked over to a full body mirror placed in the corner of the bathroom. A smile graced your perfect red-lipstick-covered lips. The simple reddish smokey eye and dark eyelashes accentuated the color of your eyes. The highlighter resting upon your cheeks glowed slightly in the dim bathroom lighting. The simple dress clung perfectly to you. Your hair was up in a perfect messy bun. Pieces of hair fell and framed your face beautifully.

In the past you had felt slightly insecure compared to Shawn. You always picked out little things that you disliked about yourself. Sometimes you believed you weren’t good enough for the beauty that is your husband. He never failed to make you feel more beautiful though. You were even insecure before coming here, but he insisted that you were gonna be stunning. Looking in the mirror at that moment, you knew he meant what he had said. You felt beauty course through your veins. You finally fully saw what Shawn saw in you. You were more than ecstatic to show him.

You turned to Tiffany and thanked her. After, you stepped to the door. Filling your lungs with a deep breath first, you stepped out. The breath escaped your lungs as you saw your boys. Shawn sat in the chair you were in earlier, playing a game with Milo on his phone. You weren’t able to fully see Shawn and Milo’s outfits, but you could see the red that matched your outfit. You could also see both of your boy’s side profiles. They were the same. Milo’s face was obviously smaller, and slightly chubbier in the cheeks, but the hair, nose, lips, and jawline were the same.

You slowly walked over to your boys, and laid an arm over Shawn’s shoulders. Shawn quickly jerked over to look at you.

“Hi, you gorgeous baby!” Shawn squealed. “Lemme see the whole dress.”

Shawn readjusted Milo on his knee as you stepped back and took a small spin around. Shawn’s eyes glowed. A smile formed on his perfect lips.

“Perfect,” he said quietly.

“Your turn! I wanna see your guys’ outfits”, you said excitedly.

Shawn laughed. He grabbed his phone from Milo’s hands, and switched positions with you. He set Milo softly on the ground, and looked up at you.

Milo flashed his cheeky smile at you as he yelled, “We match!”

You were stunned by the beauty of your boys. They wore matching suits with a red blazer, vest, and pants, with a white button up underneath. Milo looked like a sweet little gentleman. His curly brown hair and chubby cheeks gave him the sweetest, most innocent look, and the suit made him look perfectly put together. It definitely was an adorable sight.

Shawn on the other hand, looked absolutely stunning. The red of his outfit perfectly accentuated the slight blush that always rested upon his chiseled cheeks. The suit fit his muscles perfectly. His body shape was perfect. The brown beautiful curls that you loved were wild, yet perfect. At that moment you just wanted to run your finger through that hair, and have a hot and heavy make out session.

“What you fink, mommy?” Milo’s sweet little voice rang out.

“You two look absolutely amazing,” you smiled as you moved forward to hug your boys.

First, you picked up Milo and rested him on your hip. You hugged him close and gave him light kisses to not leave lipstick marks.

“My boots match Daddy too!” Milo said excitedly as he pointed out the smaller version of Shawn’s classic boot.

“They look amazing, bubs,” you smiled, before rustling his hair a little.

You then looked over at Shawn. A smile rested on his lips.

“Your stunning, beautiful,” he sighed as he put his hand on your waist opposite the one with Milo. You could feel the warmth of his skin through the thin material, and on the bare skin of your back that his large hand managed to reach.

“You should see your self, handsome,” you teased.

Shawn leaned in, and softly kissed your red lips. Little traces of the lipstick stuck to his lips, but you decided not to tell him.

Shawn traced his thumb along your hip as you stared happily into his eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes glowed for you, as they always did. Shawn was everything to you, and looking into his eyes always made your feelings stronger.

Milo grabbed your face in his tiny hands, and shoved his face into yours.

“Mommy! They yellin at us to go out!” Milo yelled.

You and Shawn giggled at him before Shawn grabbed you some heels to match your dress. You slipped them on, and followed Shawn, who was walking next to Milo, out the door.

The three of you arrived to the red carpet a few minutes before Shawn had to go on. Milo rested upon Shawn’s hip now, and the three of you stood close together.

Shawn wrapped his arm around your waist, and leaned in to give you a kiss. His hand found your hip as he rubbed loving circles on it. Shawn whispered soft words in your ear, feeling you tense up from the bustling people all around you. You had a little bit of social anxiety, so things like this weren’t always the best experience for you. Shawn knew that, and wanted to help you.

Soon, Shawn was told he was next for the carpet, and he reluctantly peeled himself from your side, and set Milo down next to you.

“Do you wanna walk the carpet with me?” Shawn asked you.

You were about to answer when one of the people in charge of the carpet whisked him away from you. You wanted to walk with him. You were gonna say yes. You were a little disappointed, but there was nothing you could do. You turned your attention to where you thought Milo would be standing, but he wasn’t there.

Panic consumed you immediately. You searched quickly all around you. You couldn’t find him. He wasn’t anywhere around. Your heart started to pound. All you could hear was the fast beat of your heart. Your breathing became labored. All you could think about was your small child.

You started to move forward. You moved fast looking everywhere for a small red outfit. You shortly reached the area where the red carpet started. You peered out, and saw a small boy in a red suit standing next to a tall man in a red suit. Your boys. Your heart almost stopped you were so relieved. You were calm now. Everything was better.

Peering out at your boys, you couldn’t help but smile. They were the cutest things you had ever seen. Milo looked exactly like Shawn. The beautiful Mendes genes really were strong and amazing. With the glow of the bright lights, your boys shined. Their perfect smiles glimmered, their blushing cheeks were highlighted, and excitement exuded off of them. You could tell Milo was insanely excited to be out there. He held onto Shawn’s hand as he smiled his adorable smile. His chubby cheeks bubbling up making him look even better.

Shawn’s POV

I wanted to walk with my beautiful wife. I was excited to show off her beauty to the world. They whisked me away, but its alright. I’ll make sure it happens next time.

I had just stepped out on the carpet when I felt a tiny hand slip into mine. I looked down, and my cute little son looked up at me. I knelt down to talk to him.

“Whatca doing, buddy?” I asked.

“I go wit chu,” Milo said quietly.

I giggled slightly. “You wanna take some pictures with daddy?”

He nodded. I gave Milo a kiss on the cheek, and instructed him what to do.

“Alright, speedy red carpet lesson, buddy. Your gonna look at the cameras, and smile. Look cute. Its all about the looks,” I smiled at him.

Milo nodded once more.

“I got it, Daddy,” Milo said cheerfully as he gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled at him as I gave him a pat on his back. I stood up and posed for the cameras. After a few seconds, I felt a tiny hand grab one of my fingers. Milo stood at the other end of the tiny hand, looking out into the sea of cameras with the biggest smile.

Milo and I slowly moved down the carpet. The cheesiest smile rested upon Milo’s face the entire time. I could not wait to see the pictures.

Regular POV

Shawn and Milo were just about to step off the carpet when a loud “awwwwwww” came from the side. Lizzo raced onto the carpet to meet the two boys.

“Lizzo!” Milo yelled excitedly. Aside from Shawn, Lizzo was Milo’s favorite singer. He absolutely loved her and her music.

“Oh my gosh! I just had to come see you two cuties!” she said excited. Shawn greeted her with a hug before she knelt down to give Milo a hug.

Shawn and Lizzo were friends. They had seen each other lots of times before, and they had a great mutual respect for one another. Milo had never met Lizzo before, but Lizzo definitely knew about him.

“Well oh my don’t you look like a little gentleman,” she sang out happily as she flattened Milo’s collar.

“Thank you,” Milo said shyly. His grin reached from ear to ear. Milo was so excited. “You look super pretty, Lizzo! I wuv your dwess.”

“Ahhhh! Thank you hunny!” Lizzo said excitedly. “Your so sweet. I think I might just have to take you home with me”, she laughed out.

Shawn laughed. One of the backstage people then came up to the three of them and escorted them off the carpet. You met them as they walked off.

“Mommy! Look! Lizzo!” Milo yelled at you excited. You laughed.

“Imma ask her to by girlfwend!” he shrieked. “She’s so pwetty.” You, Lizzo, and Shawn belted out in laughter.

“I accept!” Lizzo said happily.

Milo reached up to grab her hand and said, “Lets go back to the dressing room.” Lizzo laughed and let him guide her.

You and Shawn fell into step behind them.

“His cuteness already got him a girl,” Shawn smiled.

“He got it from you ya know,” you smiled back. “No one could ever resist that Mendes smile.”

Shawn leaned over and kissed your cheek. An arm wrapped around your waist, and you just felt so happy.

“He got good taste in girls too apparently. I guess we both know what pretty girls really look like,” Shawn smiled brightly. You blushed. A little silence fell between you for a second.

“I want another one,” Shawn suddenly whispered. “Milo’s like the best thing ever. But next time the child has to look like you.”

“Maybe someday,” you nodded. You looked Shawn up and down. You were reminded about how good he looked in his suit and you said,”But we can definitely practice tonight.”

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evilnicegirl · 3 years

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the thing u posted about trills reads like the genius lyrics video for princess nokia where shes like "my small breast and my little frame and my sweet little girl voice it exudes something in people that is extremely passionate and tantalizing. and i swear to god all y'all mans fantasize about me and probably wonder what it's like to be with someone as small as i am"

ooo u want my little violin fingers. i walk down the street and all the milfs are like wow she can flutter those bad boys so light and airily on the string

#i was kidding my fingers are stubby little fat boys

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kramer · 4 years

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‪*Roman roy voice* My small breasts and my little frame and my sweet little girl voice it exudes something in people that is extremely passionate and tantalizing and i swear to god all your men fantasize about me and probably wonder what it’s like to be with someone as small as I am‬

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albertserra · 4 years

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Um my small breasts. and my little frame and my sweet little girl voice it it it exudes something in people that is extremely passionate and tantalizing

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i’ve been listening to princess nokia and nowhere in her songs did i get a vibe of being obsessed w lolita themes or putting herself over people that aren’t like her. i guess it could come off as that if you really wanna reach, but her songs are about self love and being in love. nowhere does she say she’s superior bc she’s skinny or whtever. idk her personally, she doesn’t pay my bills or anything but i just feel like it’s not as deep as you & other people might think it is. no hate i’m js!

if she doesn’t pay your bills why write this ask getting mad abt my personal opinion? how is saying stuff like ‘my small breasts and my little frame and my sweet little girl voice it exudes something in people that’s extremely passionate and tantalizing and i swear to god all your men fantasize about me and probably wonder what it’s like to be with someone as small as i am’ (this is from her interview with genius btw) normal stuff to say about yourself how is that not weird to you? and how is basically saying ‘your man fantasizes about me bc i’ve got a small body’ not putting yourself over ppl that aren’t like she didn’t need to say that she could’ve talked about self love without adding that unnecessary comment

i don’t have a problem with self love and being confident in yourself but when you make comments like that you throw other women under the bus bc you’re claiming you’re more attractive to men bc you’re small and skinny (and the only song i thought was weird by her was the apple pie song bc of the lyrics and again that’s my own personal opinion)

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idolizerp · 6 years

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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON HEAVEN’S MAIN VOCAL BELLA…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 27 DEBUT AGE: 19 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 18 SKILL POINTS: 07 PERFORMANCE | 28 VOCAL | 05 DANCE | 00 RAP SECONDARY SKILLS: Lyric writing

INTERVIEW

upon the discovery of song chaekyung, 99 entertainment knew that they had found their golden girl: the achingly perfect representative for their upcoming girl group. with hips wide, legs long, and a visage beautifully constructed by the careful hands of aphrodite, they knew just what to make of her upon début, and when that time came, the once soft-spoken girl metamorphosed into a simpering and sizzling sex-pot. being that she was amongst the eldest of their current line-up, and of legal age in south korea, her job was to pull attention from the male population across the nation, and without even much of a murmured syllable, or a perfectly placed high note, they were awestruck; transfixed: her visuals speaking for themselves whenever she was bathed in spotlights from above, or whenever her hourglass figure was accentuated with body conscious attire. at first, the world of lace and leather was completely new to her, and she despised feeling as though she was meant to be objectified when, truly, she got accepted into the company for her lengthy, thorough training in vocal performance. it almost embarrassed her to know that a myriad of men and women from all over the world were gazing at her thighs, or her breasts, as opposed to paying attention to what she stood for, or for marveling the pristine sound of her polished soprano timbre. however, as she became older, and as heaven began to garner attention for their variegated talents in conjunction with their seamless beauty, she allowed her sexuality to empower her, to fuel her with a self-love that she hadn’t ever felt before. not only was she blazing trails with the sound of her instrument, but she was stealing the hearts of many due to her coquettish charms, tongue-in-cheek humor, and ever-growing radiance. she’s never been the best dancer, but luckily, thanks to her voluptuous curvature, she’s able to at least make it look as though she can move in an almost languid, sensual manner that still suits a majority of the group’s summer chart-toppers, and whenever she’s lacking in movement, all she has to do is belt out one of her signature sustained notes, or woo with yet another self-curated vocal run in order for audiences to be back fall out of their seats in amazement. after all, that’s when she’s the most confident: whenever she’s holding a microphone before her candy-coated lips and she’s pouring her heart, her soul, and her passion into it in heaps. to many, she has what seems to be the full package: expertise in song, a sparkling personality, and the looks of a goddess, and truth be told, it’s hard for many to believe that chaekyung is even human; one that’s capable of hurting, of having horrible days, of having to endure past trauma, and that’s the one thing that still upsets her. whenever she does her darnedest to form worthwhile connections with her devotees, she’s asked for pecks on the cheek instead; the outward warmth and sweetness she exudes ignored in favor of flirtation and affection. while she doesn’t mind skinship, she would still much rather engage in deep conversations; ones that she’s able to hold still in her heart forever. however, if that’s the price she has to pay for escaping the harsh clutches of her mother, she’s happy to oblige.

BIOGRAPHY

I. “alright, chaekyung: one more time…” while those simple syllables often fell from the lips of her mother, the eight year-old girl knew that it wasn’t going to be only one more time, no. for, after yet another scale was sung with perfect intonation and a full tone, she would be asked to perform it again; her ability to mimic the sounds that the keys of the piano cooed passed along to her from the woman that carried her for nine months, who promised to love her until time ceased to exist. song hyesoo was a talented woman, that was undeniable, and with each award-winning performance given — whether it be opera, musical theatre, or whatever else, she was built to amaze. however, it didn’t come so easily to her. it took years upon years of ardent diligence for her to turn heads in the casting room, for her to earn standing ovations and bouquets of roses on closing nights. so, upon the discovery of her daughter’s effortless talents, she decided it was best for her to nurture it; to have her beloved first-born follow in the footsteps that the woman who came before her took. after all, it was due to vocal nodules and pregnancy that forced her into retirement, so in her mind, the little one almost owed her for a career cut short, so why not turn her into korea’s greatest talent? it was the least she could do to see her own mother smile. and that she did, for when chaekyung opened her mouth and vocalized each note in perfect pitch — and with a stupefyingly, almost impossibly mature grasp of tonality and proper support — the older woman’s countenance became awash with excitement. though, in the back of her mind, she thought back to when her first singing coach informed her that some people had it naturally, and that she was one of the ones who didn’t. recalling upon those memories, she couldn’t help but be rife with jealousy, but she let those shades of jade and emerald dissolve into the rosy hues of adoration she felt for her child. “i can’t believe how good you are, kyung-ie. do you know that you were born to be a singer?” the elder queried, and with long lashes batting, the alleged prodigy shook her head in response. “at this rate, you’re going to be mama’s little star, my love. do you wanna do that for mama? do you wanna be a star? do you wanna be as successful as mama was back then?” hyesoo continued, gesturing towards a framed front-page spread of her performing as the lead in madama butterfly decades ago, and in order to appease her, and to revel in this attention, chaekyung nodded her head; embracing the woman seated at the bench before their ivory toned baby grand piano. “i’ll do anything for you, mama! i love you.” sealing it with a kiss on the cheek, the pair got to work; learning songs, perfecting talent, and chasing stardom. II. having attended a prestigious arts school overseas in italy to fine-tune her classical skills, chaekyung ( now affectionately referred to as bella ) had earned the starring role in her school’s spring opera, and it just so happened to be one that her mother had played, and made famous, both on international tour, and all across asia: cio-cio-san, or butterfly, in the ever-famous madama butterfly. anxiety tormented her on the evening of the show’s final set, and it wasn’t due to stage fright, but it’s cause was the sole fact that no one other than the well-respected song hyesoo was scheduled to appear in the audience; having flown all the way from seoul to support her daughter in, essentially, her first big break. earlier in her time spent in high school, she would return from summer vacations with small bruises, lowered confidence, and a more meek disposition, and it often left her instructors and friends quite befuddled. however, if they only knew the kind of individual that her guardian had turned into, the greed that was present around her, and the bitterness that laced her syllables when she spoke, they would understand why such a beautiful girl had turned into a soiled dove. it seemed as though that, no matter what she had accomplished during her halcyon days in europe, or no matter what colleges and conservatories offered her acceptance into their halls, the older woman never had anything positive to say towards her own child; the one that she complimented so frequently when she was a child. where did all of that love go? nine years later, it seemed as though hyesoo harbored nothing but envy, nothing but hatred, for chaekyung; letting those shades of clover and absinthe completely taint the scarlets and the blushes. even after she had completely stunned the audience on her closing performance, the woman only greeted her with a cold smile, and a sentence that would be burned into her heart for the rest of her life. “you’ll never be as good as i was. you might be prettier, but you’ll never have the voice that i had…” astonished, destroyed, and irreparably hurt, the teenager suffered her first ever heartbreak that night: one inflicted by the woman that promised to cherish her forever. however, that stark comment made her realize that she wasn’t necessarily into opera for her own sake, no. she was only doing it to make her mother proud, to earn a stamp of approval that she’d never, ever get. so, later on in that year when she returned home for the summer, she sneakily, and successfully, passed an audition for a korean entertainment company, informed her mother, and was met with anger; with disappointment. however, her love for the stage wasn’t going to be thwarted, and it was on that day that she was disowned and forbidden to ever return to the elder’s household. with her head held high, she embarked on a long journey of self-discovery, self-love, and creating a name for herself; one that wasn’t led with ‘song hyesoo’s daughter.’ III. where talent lies, shortcomings follow behind them, and though chaekyung would soon deem the mastery of contemporary vocal stylings as far more ‘simple’ as what she was taught in school, she would quickly learn that she, too, wasn’t perfect, and that maybe, to some degree, her mother was right about her. while she was lauded for her pitch, her timing, her range, and her precision, she was often critiqued on her potent inability to style or embellish her vocals with soul; with rough around the edges emotion and grit. all of this puzzled her at first, but she was beginning to realize that endless amounts of study in the world of classical music taught her all about proper technique, but she lacked what lots of other singers had: passion, drive, heartfelt emotion. she had worried about being perfect for so long that she hadn’t learned to let go and enjoy herself in the moment, to fully embrace a song with heart, with love, and transform it into something magical… not something pristine. so, in the months following her acceptance as a trainee beneath 99 entertainment, she spent ample time with trainers to assist in finding her own unique style. she needed to get through a song without the urge to constantly inquire about what she did wrong, or ask how her pitch was, and it was those insecurities that fully blocked her from connecting with the source material that she’d been given time, and time again. she had no idea what she was having a hard time grasping, but it frustrated her to the point of simply just forgetting most all that she learned in school. she’d keep the basics, she’d keep the foundation, but she needed to believe that everything else was a lie. so, one afternoon, she entered her lesson with no thoughts in mind, and with no preparations made beforehand. being in the moment and not perfectly rehearsed proved difficult, but it was in that afternoon that she became a step closer from becoming herself. with continued practice, many including failures, and some including successes, her final evaluation before the lineup for the girl group she was competing towards, she selected a song that she knew would tug at her heartstrings; that she could make her own despite it’s composition: un bel di, her solo, from madama butterfly, but this time, she lowered the key of the song, and put a different twist on it. instead of bell-like high notes, she traded them in for chesty belts, and instead of lines that were painfully staccato, she replaced them with those that were even and connected; all of which she’d learned, but none of which she took time to master. she knew that it wouldn’t be perfect, and that it wouldn’t be to her mother’s, or her past teacher’s standards, but to the panel before her, it was on the cusp of what they knew she possessed all along, and at the end of it all, she couldn’t help but breakdown into tears; the dramatics not apart of the plan, but she had finally taken the chance to really feel it… to truly fall deep into the melody and become one with it, not just worry about notes. all of it was so overwhelming, but so cathartic, and she was realizing that there was a lot more to music than she’d anticipated, and with that knowledge in mind, she yearned to be better. she still has a long way to go, but her work ethic is still unwavering… she’ll never give up. IV. lights flash from the paparazzi that are lined up to snap photos of she, and heaven, as they head into the studio to finish recording their second followup to 2014′s huge hit, their first music show win, ‘loving u,’ and it’s in that moment when it finally dawns on her where she’s at. the past few years had been a blur to her, and though she took them in stride, she had no idea that her rise to success would give her such whiplash. with yesterday no longer in sight for many moons, she hadn’t reflected on the mere months she spent as a trainee that led her to this point, or how she was now heralded as one of the nation’s best contemporary vocalists; often likened to america’s infamous mariah carey. many thought it to be quite impressive that she had a background in classical music, and much to her chagrin, her operatic prowess is often a tool used in variety shows for comedic purposes, as well as for her to show-off a little bit, but whenever she performs in that style, she can’t help but think of her mother… of those words that caused her pain so long ago. nowadays, she seldom has time to give her a call, or to even think about her well-being, but she knew that, even if she did, that she wouldn’t be given the time of day. that’s how it was, and how it always will be. instead, she’s devoted to her own success; to shooting her star further into the sky, to aim for the heavens, and hopefully, strike out with bounteous gold. however, her voyage to the land beyond the clouds was still tireless, for since début, she had been criticized harshly for her dancing. many called her lazy, or half-hearted, when it came to her movements, especially in comparison to the others in her group. while it had never been a concern of hers as a main vocalist, it did bother her that she still wasn’t meant to be sitting pretty on clouds of confidence yet. with her schedule getting busier and busier, she knew that fitting in time for dance classes would be rare, so whenever she can, she enlists the help of the other girls who specialize in the field to guide her. she was slightly embarrassed by that, but she knew that it would be best for her image, as well as heaven’s, to make sure she wasn’t an eyesore in performances. she knew it wouldn’t be an overnight transformation, but she figures that it would be in her best interests to put effort into her weaknesses as opposed to solely bettering her voice. it’s almost as if her lingering ptsd gets the better of her when it comes to her vocals, and that consumes her every thought. instead of becoming greedy with her success, and allowing her ego to inflate with compliments that she’s given, she decided that she needed to work harder to become more well-rounded; to improve in all facets other than just her voice. after all, becoming ‘comfortable’ was never the plan for her. she wanted to prove herself as more than just a sex symbol, more than just an insured pair of legs and hips, and in this case, more than just a voice, too. she longs to be seen as someone whose legacy would live on even after her expiration date had come. sure, the music that the group released wasn’t anything that she envisioned herself creating: the outfits, the colors, the concepts, the attention, but truthfully, no ballad was ever going to be as exciting as the upbeat, retro, sexy songs she contributed to; her newfound love of the blues, jazz, and funk blossoming to life with each new single. no matter how much progress she’s made, chaekyung will forever be on a path to find herself as an artist, and day-by-day, she’s getting closer to attaining that. V. with summer hits continuing to dominate the charts upon initial release, the third generation’s heaven were still on fire, and it was to the point where not much halted their progression. chaekyung had even managed to earn slightly more respect with her dance skill, and though she was still the weakest in the group, it was becoming less of a problem. however, just before their latest comeback with ‘egotistic,’ she was alerted by another family member of her mother’s worsening condition; ovarian cancer having taken control of her at this point, and with only a few months left to live, hyesoo has beckoned for her daughter to come visit her, to make amends for the ample amount of lost time they’ve missed out on due to their obvious differences. confused, upset, and angry, chaekyung isn’t sure how to feel. on one hand, she wants to bid a farewell to the woman that introduced her to music, but the years of abuse were still present in her thoughts; the doubts that she still carries occasionally only in place due to the venomous syllables spewed from a serpentine tongue. it’s always been important to her to have a close relationship with the woman that birthed her, but she has no idea if, after all this time, she feels comfortable trying to right the wrongs that were caused during integral moments of her life, especially when she was blossoming into the woman that she is today. no calls of congratulations were made then, so what’s the difference now? letting her pride get the better of her, she still hasn’t been to her childhood home to say her goodbyes, and time keeps ticking and ticking away… not wanting to become distracted from her path to solo stardom, she’s decided to allow her sights to remain pointed due north; to simply put her heart and soul into work in hopes of forgetting that phone call, in hopes of erasing parts of her past she refuses to open up about even now. hopefully she’ll be able to leave all of this behind and continue all of the success that she’s become quite addicted to, but time doesn’t stop for anyone, and she’s about to suffer her second heartbreak, and once again, it’s at the hands of her mother.

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