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hyewka · 9 months
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i seriously need some sub soob🫢
like imagine him squirming and whining because you ONLY kissed his red tip thats leaking precum ehishsisidjdd im going insaneeee
warnings; sub!soobin obvi, sort of pervy, best friends who fuck each other (fwb), puppy pet name, big dick soob, slapping ?? balls??, gets a boner from cleavage, soobin is extra sensitive down there and cums a lot
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When Soobin invited you over to his dorm, you don’t exactly expect to have nothing but your phone to turn to as he simultaneously gets worked up over some video game he’s playing and ignores you all around. You should’ve guessed this was going to happen, but you’re bitter about it anyway.
Is it a crime to have thought that he was implying something else by inviting you over?
“I’m bored.” you whine for the umpteenth time, your thumb with no thought scrolling through your feed of posts you’ve already liked and reposted.
When he doesn’t even spare a glance, you scoff and resort to a kick at his back—which to your credit, gets him to adjust his headset and look back to you.
“Yeah?” he mouths, not having heard you before.
You can’t help but think he looked cute today, his pinkish lips and the hair over his eyes making him look even more of a puppy, but before you could even get a word out, his eyes suddenly widen at the faint yell you could hear from his headset, immedietley turning around has he aggresively spams buttons on his controller in panic.
“Holy shit dude, get off my ass I looked away for one—”
You groan into his pillow, making sure to make it as dramatic as possible, proceeding to sulk right after. This was not a productive use of your time. Fifty entire minutes of laying on his bed as he plays a video game. The switch out of your sport bra for a push up right before you came over really is doing nothing for you right now.
When you hear a string of curses spilling out of his mouth, you look over your shoulder curiously and see that his screen was in spectator mode. “You lost?”
He groans, taking off his headset completely, his mic muted. “Mhm, got killed. What’s up though?”
You take note of the screaming now louder from his headphones. Probably at him for getting eliminated. You don’t let him be though, exhaling dramatically looking back to your phone, “What’s up is your bestest, number one, most treasured, hottest friend is horny, sexually frustrated, and bored out of their mind.”
Soobin chokes on practically nothing at the casual mention of you being horny. It’s dumb, like he’s a middle school boy with no experience.
He really was not used to the ‘thing’ between you guys, like, at all. The stolen kisses (which is to be noted very quickly turn into full blown makeout sessions) when no one’s looking, the occasional need to send pics of his hard on to you, slight panic and regret settling in when he sees the ‘read’ receipt with no sign of a response for an entire five minutes (are you not in the mood? did you hate it? will you stop what you guys have going on?), or even the late night calls when you decide to facetime him instead of responding to his blurry nudes through text, and then…well, phone sex seemed to be a normal standard of your friendship. Weirdly enough.
Even if by now you’ve fucked him well over a few times that a mere mention of feeling horny shouldn’t have gotten him as flustered as it just did. But it’s so sudden, the shift from being friends who strongly, and vehemently denied of the secretly dating rumors to…secretly fucking.
“Oh yeah?” comes out a lot more in a loser way than he intended because he basically chokes it out. He’s never been nervous around you, save for the beginning of your friendship.
You’re very much aware of how unjusted Soobin is to the sudden change in your dynamic. Even you think it’s odd that the person you end up texting when you get…needy is Soobin.
Soobin was never the guy you’d think of starting anything even remotely sexual with.
You’ve known him since the years of being taller than him, and you’ve come to learn about his many deep faults along with gross habits you would never let fly under the radar if from someone else, so for him to be the exact type of man you’ve been seeking lately in bed is, well, surprising.
He seems to be the only person who can satisfy you nowadays. But you try not to show it too much, basking much more in how easily he gets flustered. It’s adorable.
“Yeah,” you sigh, shifting position from your stomach to your back and after much contemplation, deciding to take the chance of sitting up straight, “Did you really invite me over to watch you game? You know I don’t play video games.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes trail down, for sure because your chest was in full view now, his tongue prodding out just a tiny bit to wet his lips, almost like out of instinct. That dog. You show a bit of cleavage and he’s already drooling.
To be fair, it is the exact reaction you were fishing out of him. So you’re definitely not complaining.
You end up stifling a laugh, to which he immediately catches like he’s been trained to know your laughs on cue, breaking him out of his daze—an awkward coughing fit delayed a few seconds after to distract from the fact that he thinks he might’ve been caught, blush quickly warming his cheeks. “You think they’re silly, yeah, I know.
“But they’re—they’re not!” he splutters out, “I thought if you watched me play with Beo—”
“Were you just staring at my tits?” you cut him off with half the ability to not just start laughing. It’s worth seeing Soobin’s eyes widen like a cartoon character.
“No!” he says immediately— the crack of his voice doing nothing to help you keep a straight face. See? Adorable.
Then he huffs out a scoff like he’s surprised you’d ever accuse of him of such scandalous behavior. “Just because we fuck doesn’t mean I want to do you every second of the day. I respect you.”
It’s like a game of your cocked brow calling bullshit (more on the fucking thing than respecting you) and him staring back just as intensely as if he truly was not just ogling at your chest. Okay then, fair enough. You’ll get him to break. And admit to it.
“So if I did this…” you unbutton one of the two buttons of your crop top, and your eyes intently watch the way he struggles to not watch your every movement, still keeping his eyes on your face.
Stubborn. You can work with that. He won’t last long.
You drag the unbuttoning of the second one, and when it finally pops out, it’s a full view of your cleavage, cool air of the A.C being the cause of the goosebumps appearing.
And you’re right. He doesn’t last long. Barely even five seconds.
“My eyes are up here idiot.”
He doesn’t even try to hide the blushing anymore, once again licking his lips. You can see the bob of his adam apple when he finally meets your eyes. “Can I see your tits?” he says—the shame of asking is something that overtime became a numbing feeling, because with each time you casually lift your shirt at his request, the easier it gets to push down the feeling of being a pervert.
You break into a wide grin at how easy and straightforward he was—a passing thought of hoping he’s not like, like this for every living thing with fatty tissue on their chest. It’s not jealousy, god no, but it’s better if this was only between you two… for safety reasons?
You pretend to ponder on it but he should know by now that the enjoyment you get out of teasing him is way greater than any feeling.
You decide on what you’ll say, an evil smirk making way. “Am I just a pair of breasts Soobin? Just for you to ogle at? I thought you respected me.”
He shuts his eyes, whining at seeing that his words were very quick to bite him in the ass. “Please. You know I’ll be good.” he whispers the last few words and that has an affect on you. Big one.
Because he isn’t lying. Soobin’s very obedient. And god, you love it. So much.
But you don’t show that, you never do—letting him chase after something for once. Maybe if he gets a little more desperate, you’d think about a quick flash. “You have plenty of my nudes saved, can’t you jerk off to those? Y’know, like you usually do.”
Is it fair to make a jab at the occasional, every so often muffled voice messages in response to even just a slightly revealing picture that you’re asking him the opinion of, where you could hear his unstable breathing and the wet sounds of his pre cum covered shaft? Probably not, especially when you also get off of pics he’d unknowingly send to be the most delicious, mouth watering photo you’ve seen yet.
Soobin, on the other hand, is like, sure he’d go insane. Ever since he was allowed to look at you in the not-only-friends way, he took up every chance you dangled in front of him like a dog with a bone. Showing a little bit of your cleavage? His mind’s running to images. Just thinking of kissing and sucking until your tits go sore makes him so shamelessly a pervert. Seeing the head of his cock disappear between your tits when you took it upon yourself that one day of giving him a taste of what a titty fuck was like—god, it’s forever embedded into his memory.
He still sulks over the fact that you didn’t let him take a video.
Suddenly his well fitted sweats have easily become the most suffocating piece of clothing, his bulge shy of peaking through the fabric and making an obvious imprint. He tries to not look like a sore desperate loser, to look just a tiny bit cooler, but you make it so hard that he’s willing to get on his knees. Like seriously.
You’re back on your phone, looking to be disinterested which makes him bite the insides of his cheeks—already overthinking. Were you mad that he asked to see?
He tentatively puts a hand on your ankle, gauging at least some sort of reaction. You give him that—a glance. “Sorry if like, um— I didn’t invite you just for games obviously— well, okay not ‘obviously’ but I, uh, also don’t think you’re like, a floating pair of…breasts or something.” You cock a brow, really curious of where this Soobin ramble of the day would go.
“You’re my bestest friend—is that corny to say? Shit, well, you are and I think you’re smart, and obviously really funny, and bright and so pretty, like, really pretty and I mean—”
“Soobin where the fuck are you?”
You both look at the headset next to him on the bed, the yelling loud enough to transcend the reason the product was made anyway. He looks back to you and you could tell he intends on finishing his monologue. “And I mean—” he starts again before cursing under his breath at the second time he gets cut off.
“Fucking cuck, are you ignoring us?”
He groans at the stupid item, as if it just ruined a critical moment. Then he looks back at you apologetically. God, he hopes you don’t leave. “Um, well I have to keep playing they’d kill me if—” he panics a little trying to explain but you’re on another train of thought entirely, thinking that this was perfect timing.
“It’s okay, keep playing!” You say, practically gleaming.
His facial expression is a mix of skeptical confusion and desperation. But instead of questioning your enthusiasm, he bites down on his lip for a second. “You—you won’t leave, right? Don’t leave. Please.”
You shake your head, mouthing an ‘I won’t’ and finally, he lets out a breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding in.
He doesn’t know why he’s so desperate for you to stay. It’s not like you don’t see each other, like every day of the week or even call each other when you somehow don’t. But regardless he wants you to stay, and he doesn’t mind coming off desperate for once.
The situation at hand is too obviously right in your face.
His ramble that was cut off short by who you made out to be none other than Beomgyu, and then Heeseung was…kind of sweet.
No, it was sweet. He thinks you’re really pretty? Not just pretty but really pretty. And smart? And funny? He’s so cute holy shit you could just reach out to pinch his rosy cheeks. But you didn’t and you probably won’t. Because something else caught your attention.
His bulge.
It was too…out there for you to not subtly look down every few filler word Soobin mumbled. You’re not sure what got him to pop a full blown boner. The teasing? You only said a few sentences and showed modest reveal of your boobs. But nevertheless, you try really hard to bite away a smile because holy shit, he really is easy.
And it fucking turns you on. More than it should. And more than it would if it was any other person.
If you felt horny before, you were basically drenched when getting a glimpse of his wide eyes at seeing you on the carpet, on your knees as you’re face to face with his crotch. He seems to freeze for a second before he quickly works to get his headset off, trying to abandon the game completely.
“No.” you say sternly, grabbing his dick through his sweats, “Keep playing.”
He mouths a big ‘what’, nearly whisper shouting, his eyes bulging out. You simply shrug, feeling all too smug, and start to palm him over the fabric. He lets out a sigh of pleasure, shutting his eyes.
“Dude, why the hell are you not moving? Fuck’s wrong with Soobin today?” You hear someone yell.
“If you stop, I stop.” You mouth slowly, and he seems to catch it, hands shaking as he reluctantly picks his controller up again.
“You’re evil.”
To that, you give him a smile, not really denying it. Because maybe you were, knowing how sensitive he is.
You hope Soobin’s mic is as shitty as you’ve heard Hueningkai complain a multitude of times, because if not, he’ll have a very hard time on call with his friends from now on. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s a bragging point to have a girl suck you off while playing video games.
You imagine it’d still be a bit awkward anyway.
“How come you’re so big?” you whisper, more to yourself than him, but he catches it, and still reacts, bucking his hips to your touch, groaning. You click your tongue, pushing him down with one hand, as a warning.
“Don’t move. Don’t take your hands off the controller. And don’t make a sound.” It doesn’t take him long before he nods, obediently fixating his eyes on the tv screen.
You coo at how hard he narrows his eyes, thumbs working its action—but you want him to break. Maybe you really are evil.
And maybe he already was breaking.
He spreads his legs more and more, before lifting his ass off the mattress, already impatiently needy.
“Touch me.” he whispers, only for you to hear.
You raise a brow, huffing out a laugh as you decide that maybe you should stop playing around and pull his sweats down to his ankles. You don’t waste a second to.
When you take in the state of his cock, your mouth could water just at how pretty it looks. You’ve seen it well over a dozen times—over pics, over facetime, in real life, but you’re never not in awe each time. His slit was already bubbling precum, the thickness of his dick eye widening— It’s not like you have small hands either, and yet you still can’t fully wrap your hand around him. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to his size.
And god his tip was swollen red you’re sure if you just so briefly touched it he’d spasm and jizz all over your face. So you’re gentle. Or at least, you make an attempt.
Promptly grabbing his dick again, you could feel him grow heavier when you let it sit on your hand for a second. Soobin sighs into his mic, no doubt briefly catching the attention of his friends.
“Soobin, you’re dripping.” you comment, eyes following the trail of cum running down his length to your hand. It’s more in amusement, how he’s basically on the verge of an orgasm without much from you.
You could tell he’s using his last bits of patience to not just outright fuck into your fist, and it fascinates you. You start slowly dragging your hand on his shaft, made easier to navigate with his ridiculous amount of pre cum working as lube.
You watch as he adjusts his position subtly a few times, knowing that he’s trying to keep from slipping out any whines, pursing his lips. But his eyes betray him, they looked distant—not focused. “How many kills?” you ask.
“Zero.”
You furrow your brows, pouting as you still your hands. “I’ll speed up with each kill. You have to win for me puppy or I’ll get sad.”
Soobin doesn’t know exactly how he’d aim let alone manage a kill with the way you grip the base of his cock, but he knows that despite the sincerety of your words, he doesn’t like to think that you’d get sad. He so badly wants to make you proud in some way, happy with that glint in your eyes.
So, he gets a kill.
You hear the comments from his friends, passing compliments and you smile, slowly working your hand. “Got a kill.” he says under his breath, trying his hardest to not fall into the urge of shutting his eyes. Because god, you were good.
“Yeah? For me? Get another one puppy.”
A new fire ignites in his chest as he spams buttons, yearning to hear a praise slip from your lips. The way he knits his eyebrows in concentration and had his tongue peeking out was so adorable you almost lose control. Almost.
His breathing picks up as he says, “Another one.”
You get the confirmation he’s saying the truth by his friends again and you start moving your hand unfathomably fast as a reward, your hand getting sticky. “Gooood boy, getting all the kills.”
The sudden speed gets to Soobin, faltering his streak as he holds back choked up groans, head quickly becoming light. “Too much, too much.” he whispers, soft moans slipping through his breathing. You catch the way his hands loosen its grip on the controller and you smirk.
He’s way too easy to break.
“Too much? Should I stop?”
He shakes his head again, this time more frantic. You could make out the sparkly tears threatening to spill—you’re all too familiar with this. “Please don’t.”
“Then what? What do you want me to do?” you ask slowly, wet sounds of your hand working at his dick so dirty.
“Mouth,” he sighs, not controlling the way his hips buck into your hands despite your disapproval. “Want you to put it in your mouth.”
You almost laugh—your mouth? Last time, he barely lasted a second. You’re not doing that. But you’ll tease him about it regardless.
“Put what in my mouth?”
He doesn’t waste a breath. “Cock. My cock.”
You’re not even sure if he muted his mic by now, but the way he says it in that needy, desperate broken voice is so sinful you’re surprised you haven’t jumped his bones. Too bad you won’t give him what he wants—or at least not completely.
You rub your thumb over the head of his dick, dribbles of pre-cum still messily spurting from his slit. He’s not paying attention to the game—no, his eyes were focused entirely on you. You would scold him, but you’re entirely too aroused by the way his mouth basically waters in anticipation.
You maintain eye contact when you dip your head down slowly, an experimental kitten lick on his tip and he immediately thrusts his hip, dick slipping past your lips. You pull back, expecting that exact reaction—and he whimpers. Whimpers.
It’s not hard to pick up on the screaming from his headset, his friends clearly pissed off that hes been in the same spot for well over a minute now, becoming an easy kill to enemies on the other team. “Puppy, how come you’re losing? I thought you were doing well.”
Before he could respond, you tighten your grip on his shaft, and he groans, trying to bite down the noise—maybe he didn’t mute it after all. It’s almost animalistic how he chases your hand.
But you’re not as forgiving now—misbehaving boys get punished. You lick the underside of his dick, dragging the flatness of it up to his head, saltiness of his pre-cum overpowering your tastebuds before pulling back to see Soobin has basically abandoned the game, head thrown back as both his hands grip the sheets under him, letting out broken pitched moans.
You smile, knowing you gave him the impression that you’d put him in your mouth. No, you’re here to have your fun. He peeks through an eye at feeling you do nothing more, and the moment he does, you slap—hard. Maybe a tad bit harder than you intended.
Your aim was his nutsack, balls full of cum you could see he was holding from the week you’ve challenged him to not jerk off, and god—the way his eyes fly open, jaw slacking as his legs spasm, letting out a sound you’ve never heard a man make— you wonder why you haven’t done this sooner.
“You didn’t get off like I told you to right? Good puppy.” He nods frantically, his vision fogging.
He looks so broken, tears streaming down his cheeks faster than you could even take notice of. If his friends didn’t hear him before, they definitely heard him now. He’s a hiccuping mess, nose running when you decide to give him a little more, swirling your tongue around his tip, warm in your mouth— then you pull back before he loses control and starts fucking your mouth.
“Puppy can’t talk? Your friends know how much of a whore you are now…isn’t that embarrassing?” you coo, your hand still jerking him off. “What would they say knowing you’re my little mutt, obeying each and every word like a dog in heat?”
The words are getting to him. He tried to keep quiet for the sake of his pride— anyone knowing how desperate he gets for you is a hit to his ego, it’s embarrassing the amount of things he’d do just for a chance of eating you out, but this spurs him on— having you degrade him, telling him what exactly he is to you. Your obeying dog.
You could see his lips quivering, and notice the tensing of his body. Quickly, you part your hair to the side, take him in your mouth all the way, trying to relax your throat as to not gag when your nose finally presses against his abdomen—but of course you do, it’s hard not to with how thick he is. It doesn’t take a milisecond before you feel his load spilling down your throat, his big hands moving to hold the back of your head, orgasm crashing down like waves of the pacific came over him.
You stay there for a few more seconds, feeling yourself get lightheaded with how much he manages to cum, and even when you pull away with a need to take a deep breath, you see that his dick was still spurting little bits. “Holy shit.” you say under your breath, slightly coughing as you wipe away at the semen that managed to dribble down your chin.
Soobin had a lot stored.
Soobin falls backwards on the bed, chest heaving up and down, trying to catch his breath, some of his hair plastered to his forehead and his temple. There’s a lot of thoughts spinning in his head. And he doesn’t exactly know how to label them. Lazily, he takes his headset off, throwing it to god knows where.
“Hey. Question.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you fuck other people?”
You perk up at the question, the randomness making you stay silent for a bit until you shrug. “No, not really.”
Soobin sighs. He doesn’t know why. Was it relief? Maybe. Probably.
“Do you?” you ask it almost timidly, unknowingly playing with the threads of your ripped jeans. Thank god to Soobin because he answers quickly, not allowing for any space of anxiousness.
“No. Only you.”
You slowly nod, pursing your lips. “Cool.”
“Yeah, very cool,” then his brows furrow at a thought popping up in his head, “Wait, do you like,”
You raise your brows. “Do I what?”
“Like, you know, suck off other guys?”
You scoff, he’s so ridiculous. You don’t even get to see his reaction to your answers, as you’re sitting on the floor and his back is on the mattress. “No Soobin, I don’t suck off other guys. Well, not as of recently. You’re the only one I’ve been doing this with.”
“Oh, o-okay.” You snort at the cute stutter.
Too bad you don’t catch the small ‘good’ he says under his breath.
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note: when i checked the word count I was so shocked we’re keeping that a secret 😭 appreciate any feedback!
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miramei · 3 years
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More MonHun Shenanigens
Wow this was more enjoyable than I imagined it could be.
Finally started to branch out into different weapons in the demo after Great Izuchi knocked me around while I was trying to get used to the game mechanics. Just learned that there’s a way to lock on / focus the camera? Would have been nice to know before I was backed into a cliff multiple times wildly swinging my camera to nothing while I got battered. Controlling the camera is... hard.
Dual Blades was really fun (now that I kind of stop pressing ZL instead of ZR???). I love Hunting Horn in concept and it works fairly well for me with Izuchi except I still can’t aim for heck but hey I learned how to read the note gauge thing for the ZR+X combo. Tried Long Sword which I like except for my tendency to do the stab when I did not want the stab.
There’s just a lot of button action and I am trying to wrap my head around it all.
(Also wirebugs. They’re so hard. I miss my intended target all the time. At least I can sort of go in the direction I want now. Climbing? Hit or miss because I can’t aim back to the cliff when I dangle to regain the lost stamina oops)
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not jealous | jake sim
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summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?
pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]
genre: angst, fluff 
warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh
wc: 3.8k
a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3
Jake Sim is not a jealous person.
At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 
But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)
So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.
In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.
But he finds himself doing it anyways.
Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.
He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.
And again.
And again.
Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."
There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.
That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?
He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.
"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"
Fuck.
Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.
"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.
He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 
Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.
"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.
That's when he freezes. You do too.
You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.
"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"
He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.
Too many beats of silence pass by.
"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?
Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.
So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?
"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.
"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.
He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.
"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.
"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.
He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.
"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.
"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!
"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.
"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"
"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."
Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!
"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.
Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."
"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.
"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.
He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.
"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.
You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."
You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.
You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.
"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.
Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.
Then why does he feel so fucking awful?
He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.
Yup, he feels horrible.
"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.
"Fuck."
Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.
You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.
His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.
He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 
He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.
"Y/N?"
No response.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”
"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.
He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.
And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.
He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.
Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.
These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.
You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.
You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.
You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.
You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.
His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.
He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.
"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."
You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.
Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.
The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 
"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.
"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.
"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."
As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.
After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.
"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"
"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"
"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.
"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."
You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,
"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."
Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.
"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?
Jake Sim is not a jealous person.
No, he just loves you.
A lot.
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Forget me not (Part 1/3)
Pairing: Jake x MC
Words: 1,6k
Summary: Forgetting is hard but forgiving is harder.
Warnings: -
Chapters: 1, 2, 3
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Forget me not - part one
You looked on the screen without thought in your head. The download bar was moving so slowly, that you couldn’t even pin it to actually move. The quiet humming coming from the countless computers filled the dark room with only you in there. Although, you were used to be alone, since that was the way of living you had performed for years already. You were alone and empty. You wouldn’t describe yourself alive, just plainly existing.
Something interrupted your catatonic state of just being alive and it took you a while to realize what it was. You looked your phone which had dim light with simple text on the screen.
MC: Please, could we just talk? I miss you.
Those blue eyes of yours read the message again and again and something warm sparked inside of you. You quickly diminished it when you found yourself thinking of her, the subject what you had forbidden yourself for weeks now. You swiped the message away from your screen and turned the phone screen down on the table. She would eventually stop.
-_-_-_-_-
Few days later, you received another message. You unlocked your screen and looked those words written by someone, who you didn’t deserve, but still wanted to be with you. God knows why.
MC: Jake, I really need to talk to you.
Something ached in your heart when you closed the message again and you sighed heavily. Why couldn’t she just let go? You had explained to her that this was for her own protection, and the image of her hurt face was burned in your mind. You could almost hear the sobs if you closed your eyes now. She didn’t know that you saw her though, because you were too coward to tell her that straight and instead took care of that by sending a text to her, but you had watched her from afar. How lame of you, but what else could you expect from twisted image of a man as you were.
You couldn’t resist yourself and you opened a CCTV in one of your screens. It showed her at work, in her tiny cubicle, as you knew her working schedule. You promised yourself that just this one time, you would allow yourself to look at her: her long brown curls, the worried face of hers and your favorite part; her neck. Oh, how you missed to be close to her, bury your face in her neck and smell that enchanting scent of lilies in her skin and shampoo on her hair. You couldn’t see it on the blurry CCTV, but she had a small mole just below her ear, where you had drawn circles in your finger when she slept. She was beautiful, as always; those soft lips of hers and you could remember them to whisper you all kinds of sweet words at the morning dusk, when she thought you were asleep. I love you; she had said and all you wanted to do, was embrace her and never let go of her.
But you did.
She was biting her lip again, what she always did when she was nervous. And it was because of you, and you knew it. She looked so fucking sad when she held her phone in her lap, looking at the screen, hoping that you would answer to her. But you couldn’t, and it was completely your own fault. You closed the CCTV and let your mind drift again to that emptiness, what had been your loyal companion always.
-_-_-_-_-_-
You received the next message in the same night, but you weren’t asleep since you never slept. You had only these nightmares what would follow you from dream to dream and sometimes you saw them during the days too.
MC: Don’t you think that I can decide myself what is good for me?
MC: You promised me that you would always be there for me, but there you are; not answering any of my text or calls.
You clenched your fists and saw that she was writing again. No, she was not capable of deciding where she should put herself in danger or not. She let her emotions cloud her judgment, and you had warned her since the beginning of the mission to find Hannah, that there should not be emotions involved because they would just make things harder. She couldn’t see it, but you could. Your pursuers had been on your tails and they were getting closer and closer.
When they had sent you that image, something broke inside of you and you just knew, that this happiness of yours was short-term. You had promised to her that you would always be there, but she forgot the most important promise that you had made to her; you would always protect her. And that was the promise which you were keeping, and you could never forgive yourself if something happened to her. She was dragged in to this involuntary, she hadn’t asked for it. Why should you put your feelings towards her to be more important that her life was?
The message coming from that image that your pursuers had sent you couldn’t be any clearer; it showed her coming out of her apartment door. They knew who she was and where she lived and what she meant to you. In that moment you had realized that she already was in mortal danger and you had put her in this position just simply loving her. It had to be stopped and no one else couldn’t do that for you, so it had to be you. You were going to break her.
MC: I fucking hate you
MC: I loathe you
MC: How can you do this to me?
The texts were coming quickly now, and you could see that she was frustrated and angry. Her words I fucking hate you and I loathe you felt like daggers in your abdomen, but at the same time, you were satisfied. The anger of hers would help her cope losing you and moving on. She deserved someone who could be there for her without putting her at risk, although even the thought of her being with someone else killed you slowly. But this had to be done.
MC: I loved you and I would have given my life for you
MC: And you threw me away like I am garbage
MC: I don’t want to hear from you ever again
Good, you thought, you never will. And with that thought you muted your phone and returned to your computer.
-_-_-_-_--
It had been two months now from the last message of hers and four since you had last met. You could see the sun getting up between the curtains and you switched your screen to her workplace’s system, just for the check up on her, as you did every morning. You searched her name in the list of employees logged on, but you couldn’t find her. You frowned and checked again, but she wasn’t there. With a few buttons you had opened the CCTV and looked at her cubicle, but it was empty.
Where was she?
The cubicle looked plain, and you realized that her plants and pictures were missing too. Personally, you didn’t understand of the concept of having all kind of distracting things on your desk, but considering that she always bought a new plant for substitute of what she had involuntary killed, she seemed to love them. Confused, you rewind the security tape to last day and stopped when she was shown on the tape and looked closely. She had a box with her, and she was picking up all her personal things from her desk and when she was done, she left. You followed her via the cameras of the elevator.
Maybe she got promotion and had gotten herself a new room?
But no, she went with her stuff to the elevator and took the trip down and left the building.
“What the fuck” you muttered and switched to her apartment’s hallway camera. You zoomed in her apartments door and saw that there was apparently a small family moving in. There was no sight of her in the video and her apartment seemed empty. You felt your heartbeat rising and your palms turned sweaty. You tried to log on her phone and use the GPS to track her, but she had turned her phone off.
“FUCK!” you yelled and threw the coffee mug you had, into the wall. Where had she gone?
You logged on her social medias, but she had updated those months ago, so they weren’t helpful. You had promised to her that you wouldn’t read her messages, but she didn’t leave you a choice, you had to know where she was. You saw that she had discussed with her friends, but the topics were daily stuff and chit chat.
You opened up her emails, but they weren’t important, containing only work-related mails and some recommendations from HBO, which suggested that she needed to re-watch Game of Thrones sixtieth time this year. She knew that you would investigate those while looking for you and she was doing her best on covering her tracks.
Few flying coffee cups later and you were shouting from frustration. You breathed heavily and stared the monitors. You had taught her well, but that was the point, you had taught her. You had told her that when she was booking any tickets or making any travel plans, she wasn’t supposed to use her own email as a verification, but spam email you had created to her, which servers were located some tiny island on the Caribbean Sea. You typed the address on your browser, and there it was, ticket confirmation mail.
Thank you for booking your trip to Duskwood from us!
Here are some tips for your journey –
You tried to read the message, but your brains didn’t oblige with you and you just kept looking those letters what didn’t make any sense. No fucking way…
Why was she going to Duskwood?
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hypnoswrites · 4 years
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Hiii! I am absolutely ENAMOURED with your writing style, and your yanderes are SO GOOD. I was wondering if maybe I could get a juicy Pariston story? (because I am, undoubtedly, a rat-supporter). I just can't seem to get enough of him, and you've captured his character SO WELL in other fanfics you've written for him. So... *sparkles in Pariston* pretty please? Even if you don't find inspiration in this request, I'll love whatever you write anyway :3
(*>*)
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“So I think I’m going to ask her to move in with me?” He finished buttoning up his shirt, glancing back at you checking your e-mail on your phone. You didn’t even try to hide the annoyed expression the statement brought to your face, your distaste for these conversations known. “We have just been going really well lately, so that might be the logical thing.”
“Did I ask?” You replied, deleting three spam e-mails that tried to sell you clothing and news subscriptions.
“No… but we are friends. Can’t you at least pretend to be interested in my life?” Pariston retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes lingering on your bare chest. You didn’t bother re-dressing, intending to quickly shower and curl up in bed as soon as he was gone. “Wouldn’t you consider us close?”
“We fuck each other.” You stated dryly, not wanting to get into this debate again. “If you really like this girl that much, stop seeing me.”
“But I don’t want to~” He whined, falling back on the bed, his blonde hair sprawling out on the comforter. “It’s way too fun between us, all casual like this. She’s more the vanilla girl you marry, and while that’s fine, it’s so nice to have someone like you on the side.”
Someone like you?
Like you didn’t want to get married someday, or have something more than mere booty calls? Nobody grew up dreaming of empty beds and being the second girl, a title you hated more than anything.
You were getting mad at his tone, and wondered why you even let him do this to you. Pariston was an entitled piece of shit, and you had grown to absolutely despise him over the course of whatever this was. He’d kept you coming back with promises to leave his girlfriend, only recently informing you that he definitely wasn’t leaving her, implying that it was better if things stayed the way they were.
Back then you hadn’t wanted him to see you cry, so you acted like it was fine like that, but by now you sorely regretted not breaking things off back then, still having to see his twinkling expressions and horrible fashion taste so very often.
But his current words struck a sensitive chord within you and the sheer exhaustion you felt at being side-lined again for some woman you had never even met finally steeled your resolve.
“Leave your key when you go out.”
He slowly turned towards you, his brows furrowed as he slowly computed what you were telling him. Even now he looked so sweet and unassuming, his eyes so soft as they wrinkled in confusion. Pariston was known to quickly switch gears, so to see him slowly come to terms with what you were saying filled you with a great deal of satisfaction.
“What?”
“Yeah, I’m out.” You put your phone down next to you and kept your expression blank as the seriousness of what you were saying dawned on him. “I think I can do better, honestly, than being your fuck-buddy on the side. I don’t really enjoy this all that much, to be honest.”
“No, no, no-“ He crawled closer, and for the first time, you pushed him away. “You can do that without leaving me. Just do it like I do and use me for some fun on the side.”
“Nah.”
“Why not?”
The honest truth was that you wouldn’t be able to let him go and move on if he stayed, every night of intimacy keeping you tightly in his hold. How would you be able to give others a chance when your heart yearned for someone who didn’t love you but was still there. You shrugged. “Casual right? That means I can break it off when I don’t feel like it anymore.”
“But-“
“Just leave your key and go.” You crossed your arms, covering your chest from his eyes, creating a barrier in between the two of you that had never been there. “Don’t be pathetic about this. You were the one that wanted to keep this as loose as possible. Go treat your girlfriend right.”
You couldn’t resist adding the final part, a small piece of you feeling guilty thinking of the nameless woman he loved, being cheated and trapped by such a piece of shit. Pariston interpreted it very differently, and a small pitying smile on his face formed on his face.
If he was being honest, he was loving your current reaction, though it would clearly require some work to pull you back to him. The way your face scrunched up whenever he mentioned the non-existent ‘other woman’ was always a delight to watch, his heart beating even faster when he noticed the pained tears you couldn’t keep in when he whispered sweet nothings at night that you knew meant absolutely nothing. It was even funnier when he did mean them.
You were the only one for him, but you didn’t need to know that.
“Are you jealous?” Pariston cooed, running his hand over your lower leg, which you retracted immediately. “I won’t talk bout her again if it gets you this upset. I don’t want you to feel inadequate or lesser just because we’re only fucking.”
Oh, he was insufferable.
“Okay, nice interpretation.” You pointed to the door. “Leave key there, grab your shit and leave. I don’t know how to say it any clearer than that.”
You needed him to leave right now because if he stayed here even a second longer, you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes dry.
And by the growing excited look on his face, his eyes twinkling, Pariston seemed to know this.
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A Family Gathering
[M.B. is my Cadetsona OC, Shelley is my Sam and Max fanchild OC, M.J. belongs to @sleepy-heads-blog, and Sean and Nyarly belong to @drusb]
Note: This takes place after "A Day at the Diner" and before "Cadet's First Case".
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Shelley: "Big brother, look!"
[With a toothy grin, Shelley lifts up a long centipede from underneath a rock. M.J. turns around to see her shaking it with glee.]
M.J.: "Oooh, that's a big one! Good job, Shelley!"
[Shelley squeaks happily and proceeds to eat the centipede, which makes a slight crunchy sound. M.J. smiles and leans onto the porch fence, looking out onto the neighborhood. The Commissioner had given Sam and Max a day off since there were no cases to be found. So in order to celebrate that sometimes-rare occasion, they invited family and friends over. M.J. could hear the commotion from inside the house; their laughter muffled by the walls. He could join them, but he was waiting for someone. He watches out towards the right side of the road patiently. Shelley looks up, climbs up the fence, and sits right on the edge next to M.J.]
M.J.: "I think you're gonna like Miss M.B. She's a really nice lady."
Shelley: "Miss... M...B...?"
M.J.: "Uh-huh. She is Dad and Papa's Cadet for the Freelance Police. Miss M.B. is our friend and she has these really cool powers that make all sorts of things appear."
[Shelley tilts her head, her ears flopping to one side. M.J. reaches out and lifts her up, carrying her like a small baby.]
M.J.: "I definitely think she'll really like you."
[Suddenly, a horn is heard. It's the DeSoto, pulling up into the front parking lot. M.J. knew what that meant.]
M.J.: "Dad! Papa! Miss M.B.!"
Sam: "Hey, son! Hey, Shelley!"
Max: "Hello, my little critters!"
[Coming out of the backseat is M.B., dressed in much nicer clothing than she wore before. A long, black, sheer kimono drapes over a soft tank top and a long black skirt, which is covered in coffin patterns. Her jewelry were a mix of spiked bracelets and several Anhks on her necklace and earrings. Over her eyes are a pair of magenta tea shades. Her dirty blonde hair is hanging loose around her shoulders, revealing her shaved hair on the right side of her head. Her boots were black leather with a touch of heel to them.]
M.B.: "Hey, lil' dude! How's it going?"
M.J.: "Miss M.B., you're here!"
[M.J. runs up to receive a big hug from M.B.]
M.B.: "Aw, did you miss me?" *gasps* "And who is this?"
M.J.: "Oh! This is Shelley, our new baby sister."
M.B.: "Awwww, she's so precious! Hi there, Shelley. It's nice to meet you."
[Shelley looks up at M.B., almost shying away. She then returns the smile. M.B. giggles.]
Sam: "Well, the rest of the family's inside, so let's not keep 'em waiting, shall we?"
[Sam wraps his arms around the two and heads up towards the entrance. They all enter inside and in the living room sits Sean and Nyarly in a couch playing Mortal Kombat while Geek and John watches.]
Sean: "Oh hey, you're back!"
Geek: "Hi, M.B.!"
M.B.: "Hey Geek."
[M.B. waves and smiles. But deep down inside, she still cannot help but feel terrible about breaking her heart over at the Diner. Even if everything has been patched up afterwards.]
Nyarly: "God, stop picking Scorpion! Choose someone else for once!"
Sean: "I do better with Scorpion, he's my main! It's not my fault you're a noob at this game."
Nyarly: "Alright, Noob Saibot it is. Let's go!"
M.B.: "Ooooh, Mortal Kombat! I love this game!"
[She goes to sit down alongside Geek and John. M.J. joins and Shelley goes over to Sam and climbs up onto his back.]
Shelley: "Father!"
Sam: "Hehe, hey there, sweetie. Father loves you too. Wanna help me with tonight's dinner? Come on. To the kitchen!"
[Sam rushes into the kitchen, giving Shelley a piggy back ride. She squeals in delight, giggling all the way. Max follows the two. The rest of the family sits and watches Sean and Nyarly battle it out on Mortal Kombat. Scorpion vs. Noob Saibot. Fighting to the death in the main tournament stage.]
Nyarly: "Oh, come on!"
Sean: *smirks*
Nyarly: "Are you spamming the special move button?!"
Sean: ".... maybe."
Nyarly: "Well, two can play at that game."
[Noob Saibot successfully dodges Scorpion's attack and perfectly lands a combo move. Soon an x-ray vision appears on the screen, revealing every graphic detail of Scorpion's bones being broken into bits. This brings his health bar all the way down.]
Nyarly: "HA!"
Sean: "What?!"
[Then the moment of truth. A voice booms, "FATALITY!" Nyarly quickly presses in the buttons and immediately Noob Saibot begins his fatality. Sean looks on in utter defeat as Scorpion gets brutally slaughtered by the hands of his opponent. M.B. claps.]
M.B.: "Well done, Nyarly!"
Nyarly: "Hey, M.B., wanna join?"
M.B.: "Oh hell yeah. Although I am a bit rusty, I must admit. Been a while since I played this game."
Nyarly: "Ah, don't worry... I'll go easy on you."
M.B.: "Is that a challenge?"
Nyarly: "....maybe."
M.B.: "Oh-kay then, let's go."
[Sean gives the controller to M.B. and switch seats. Nyarly picks Noob Saibot again. M.B. picks Mileena.]
Sean: "Oh, Mileena?"
M.B.: "Yeah, she's one of my favorites. Both beauty and beast."
[After picking a stage, the fight begins. Noob Saibot begins to win until Mileena manages to bring his health down by a landslide. Round One ends with Mileena's victory.]
M.B.: "Yes!"
Nyarly: "Ah, that was just beginner's luck!"
M.B.: "Heh... How's that denial working for ya?"
[Sean and Geek 'ooooh's and laughs. Nyarly slowly turns to M.B.]
Nyarly: "Wow, smart-ass." *chuckles* "Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy."
[Round Two begins. Noob Saibot brings out the big guns and completely decimates Mileena.]
M.B.: "Ah sh*t!"
Geek: "You got this, M.B.!"
M.J.: "Last round!"
[The final round begins and it becomes intense. M.B. slams her buttons with all her might as Nyarly presses every combo he can remember. Eventually, Mileena manages to get an x-ray combo on Noob Saibot.]
M.B.: "YEAH!"
Nyarly: "Don't jinx yourself now!"
[This brings down Noob Saibot's health bar. Now both health bars are almost at equal amounts. Nyarly dodges Mileena's attack and gets an x-ray combo on her. M.B.'s competitiveness comes out and desperately slams the buttons even more. This leads to both characters almost dying. Just a few hits and one of them is done for.]
Sean: "Oh damn..."
Geek: "Who's it gonna be?"
M.J.: "Oh, so close!"
[Mileena makes an attempt to dodge and hit Noob Saibot with a combo attack, but wasn't quick enough. FATALITY!]
Nyarly: "Looks like I win again."
Sean: "You were so close, M.B.!"
M.B.: *chuckles* "I know!"
Nyarly: "That was a really good fight, though. You did pretty good. Alright, who's next?"
M.J.: "Oh, oh, oh, me! Me! Me!"
[M.B. hands over the controller and switches seats. Another battle begins, this time between Raiden and Kitana. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.]
Geek: "I got it!"
[Geek opens the door. Standing in front of the entrance is another family member.]
Geek: *gasps* "Granny!"
Granny Ruth: "Hello, dearie!" *hugs Geek* "I hope I wasn't late."
Geek: "Not at all. We're just getting started. Come on in!"
M.J. and John: "Granny Ruth!"
[Nyarly pauses the game and allows M.J. to join in on the group hug. Granny Ruth is immediately showered with affection by her great grandchildren. Sam and Max come out of the kitchen and greet her as well. Granny Ruth looks over to see M.B.]
Granny Ruth: "Ah, you must be the new Cadet my grandson has been telling me about. Why, it's so good to finally see you, dearie!"
M.B.: "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."
Granny Ruth: "Oh, please, no need for formalities. You can just call me 'Granny'." *smiles*
[Granny Ruth reaches out for a hug and M.B. accepts it. M.B. has heard so many good things about Granny Ruth from Sam and Max. Amazing things, in fact. So much so that getting permission to just call her 'Granny' felt like the highest of honor. M.B. has family back home, so of course she would never forget them. But at this very moment, M.B. felt like she belonged. Like she was wanted.]
Max: "You're just in time, Granny Ruth! We just finished fixing up dinner. Just head right into the kitchen and help yourselves out!"
[Everyone headed into the kitchen and was greeted to a whole potluck dinner. The entire room smells delicious, making M.B.'s mouth water. After everyone got their plates and their meals, they all sat down together and ate. Soon M.B. learns that Sam and Max's family were anything but "normal." Boisterous laughter erupted as conversations began turning into jokes. M.B. felt more and more comfortable with them, for all of this was very familiar to her. Her own family were full of funny people, especially her uncle. As she was getting really comfortable sitting in silence, watching everyone chat, a question gave her quite the surprise.]
M.J.: "Oh, Miss M.B.! Can you show us your powers after dinner?"
Granny Ruth: "Powers?"
Sam: "The kid has illusionary abilities. She can make things appear out of thin air."
Max: "I think she's some sort of witch or something."
M.J.: "Yeah, she once defended me from a bully once. Come on, Miss M.B.! Please~?"
M.B.: "Oh, uh... sure! Sorry, you just caught me off guard. Wasn't expecting it, that's all. I'll think of something after dinner."
M.J.: "Yay!"
[The spotlight has fallen upon M.B. She always hated stuff like this, having other people ask for her to do or perform something. Despite having an immense interest in theater, she wasn't one to always try to attract attention. Especially when the spotlight is forced upon her. However, this was different - an exception, because how could anyone resist an adorable little bunny in a sweater? When dinner was finished, everyone gathered outside in the backyard as M.B. walks further from them, making the entire lot her stage. She checks her phone for Wi-Fi and searches up some music. M.B. finally picks a song: "Dance with the Dragon" by Dark Sarah. As it begins to play, she focuses in on her powers. The purple and green aura emerges from her hands and evoke a wondrous scene. A decadent ballroom lit with multiple candles where a young lady in a black gown is captured by well-dressed gentleman, who is a dragon in disguise. The lyrics begin to sing.]
Lyrics:
[DRAGON:]
🎶I know why you're here, don't try to escape my dear, you've been naughty I know by trying to steal something of my own🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I have no idea, why I have been dragged down here...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶Don't lie!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...Nor what you're talking about, and sir there's no reason to shout!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶And sure there's a reason to shout!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I saw the key but didn't steal!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶You saw the key and tried to steal!🎶 [DRAGON:] I see... What do we have here?
[DARK SARAH:] What?... nothing... [DRAGON:] 🎶Now I know why you're here, you are a mischievous thief,🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶... just can't lie to him...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶But if you want the key, you need to earn it my my dear!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶He sees right through me, oh bugger! He just..🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶This is how we treat our guests who are trying to cheat, you need to earn it my dear!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...took the only ticket I had, I guess I have to🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶so you will be my rag doll tonight, tonight,🎶
[DARK SARAH:] 🎶see where this leads🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶At the dragon's ball!🎶
[The lady and the Dragon then begin to dance.] [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way🎶 [DARK SARAH:] I think we're done now [DRAGON:] You think so? [DARK SARAH:] ...I have to go! [DRAGON:] 🎶You're not going anywhere!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Why are you, making this🎶
[DRAGON:] 🎶You don't know...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...Harder than it is?🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶I cry on my own...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶You have the key,🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶In this lonely place...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶That you don't even need🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶That is why...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶You're standing here between me and my life.🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶...I'm standing here between you and your life!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...I'm sorry to say...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶What now?🎶
[DARK SARAH:]
🎶...just get off with your tail!🎶 🎶Hahhah!!!🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way🎶
[Then M.B. morphs the scene into a beautiful garden. This is the dragon's backstory, where he was once happy. There with him is his bride, who looks very similar to the lady.] [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Nannannannanna, Leoleolelee!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶May I have this dance?🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Aaaah!🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Nannannannanna, Leoleolelee!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶I will show you my best moves...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Aaaah, you best moves...🎶
[The flashback fades and the scene returns to the present.] [DRAGON:] 🎶... Why don't you?🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I just need the key, I'm trying to get out of here I know that it's a bad deal And disappointed you must feel But please help me to escape🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way Look at me and the way I ask for Forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! We will die another day, another way... another way...another way...another day...another way...! 🎶
[M.B. ends her illusionary show. The whole family goes into a roaring applauds, cheering at the amazing spectacle.]
M.J.: "THAT WAS AWESOME!!!"
Geek: "Dude!"
Shelley: *happy bat squeaks*
Granny Ruth: "Well I'll be... I've never seen such a wonderful show since I was a little girl. You, dearie, have such a wonderful gift."
M.B.: "Thanks, Granny. Thank you all so very much!"
[Sam leans over and nudges Max.]
Sam: *whispering* "You know, little buddy, she can make quite a difference when it comes to cases."
Max: *whispering back* "You mean like making mushy fairy tales while blasting musical numbers from her phone?"
Sam: "I mean as our Cadet, pinhead! Imagine all the things she could do for the law!"
Max: "I dunno, Sam... is she even prepared to get smacked down by a bunch of hardened criminals? 'Cause she's giving me theater kid vibes, as the youth put it."
[Sam and Max watch as M.B. is surrounded by the rest of the family. M.B. is receiving hugs and pats on the back. She even lifts and hold Shelley in her arms, creating a tiny blue butterfly for her to marvel at. It lands on her nose, tickling her.]
Sam: "Heh... let's find out, shall we?"
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the-endless-storm · 4 years
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Nuzlocke Shield Final Part
Part Six
Time to get the road to Challenge Cup finished. Of course, gotta have another cut scene with Hop to slow everything down again. I turned major cut scenes off so I can skip all the train boringness and get right to the snowy Route 10.
Let's get the encounter out of the way, and it's everyone's favourite bug Snom
Snocaine - Snom (m) Shield Dust Brave (Spd up / Atk down) “It likes to fight!”
I don’t have the will or inclination to get Snom's happiness up to evolve it at this point in the game, so it's going into a box until I can sell it off to a drug lord.
This route is so short and so boring.
Wyndon is awesome, but like all the cities and towns before it, it's so EMPTY. There's only a handful of buildings you can go in and one or two streets. In Pokemon games gone you could go into every house, but there's just nothing of interest here. A giant pokemart would not go amiss.
Changed my hair. Gotta look flash for the championship.
Vs Marnie
Marnie was easy, even though her Toxicroak went for a Swagger and Sucker Punch combo that nearly knocked out Cyanide.
Point of interest, you can leave via the lift in between matches. And you can also set up a camp. Why? Who knows. Programming oversight no doubt.
Vs Hop
Hop is still as annoying as ever, “I knew you'd use a super effective attack!” Well no shit Sherlock, it's only the fundamental basics of Pokemon battling.
Fucking Body Slam Dubwool paralysis hax!
And a Full Restore, the dirty fucker. Two can play at that game.
I swear to god, he paralysed me as soon as I cured it. At least he's causing Stamina to increase the damage of Body Press, his ultimate downfall.
Snorlax eats a Body Press and went down in one. So does Corviknight. Pincurchin and Earthquake don’t mix. Now I’m past the cheating Dubwool, I’m not even getting paralysed. That said, I swap out Bullseye for Pina Colada to face his Inteleon. God I hate Inteleon's design. I hate all the final start forms.
Dancing Pineapple Kappa 1 - 0 Skinny Emo Gecko
Ugh. Bring back the Elite Four. All this running around mini Team Yell guess who nonsense takes you away from the drama of the final challenge. Just. So. Many. Cut. Scenes. To. Stop. And. Button. Mash. Through!
Also, why does the game just suddenly drop the name Macro Cosmo out of nowhere? It's never mentioned in any dialogue yet we're expected to know it's the name of Rose's company? I guess it's meant to invoke the feeling of an evil team name, since Team Yell have suddenly joined you and there's now a protagonist shaped hole in the game.
“Security footage released by Macro Cosmo show champion semi finalists James and Hop causing chaos with recently eliminated challenger Marnie and brother Piers whilst accompanied by known trouble makers Team Yell. After causing a stampede that endangered the lives of many at the monorail station, the two stormed Rose Tower for no apparent reason. Because of this outlandish and un-sportsmanship behaviour, the two have been disqualified from the championship and black listed from ever taking part in the future. Up next... Curry. Can we find anything else to eat?”
Anyway. The tower and Oleana are nothing to worry about.
I really wish I could have found a better Ice TM or TR than Icy Wind before going into the final battle. None of the Watt Traders have Ice beam and there's not a single Ice type raid battle going on anywhere.
Bede was a push over, as usual.
Why do they have this cool tournament set up, but never randomise it? It's always Nessa, Alistair/Bea and Raihan. Never anyone else. Just once I'd like to re-battle a full team from Milo or Kabu. I know you have a chance to do it in rematches post game, but by that point your so highly levelled that’s there's absolutely zero challenge. Mini rant over.
Vs Nessa
Spritz drops a Sticky Web to slow Nessa's Pokemon down then systematically obliterates each one with a thunderbolt.
Vs Alistair - Chamomile endures a hit which triggers Weak Armor, gets off a Nasty Plot and with a Full Restore in the mix gets rid of all the pesky ghosts. I was a little worried, as I don’t have any Pokemon that resist ghost attacks but it turned out fine in the end.
Vs Raihan
Bullseye weathers a super effective Muddy Water from Goodra, then just like his team mates defeats everything with single attacks.
So glad I turned cut scenes off.
Mum is outside your house like “Ok sweetie, you and your friend go into the dangerous woods to search for an ancient Pokémon and then go stop the leader of the country from restarting the apocalypse. Do you want some cookies? You're such a strong Pokemon trainer.” No wonder all the kids are missing parents it's a wonder anyone survives.
There's meant to be a giant black cloud over Hammerlocke, but I flew in and whilst the music has changed, nothing else has. It's dark in the middle of the day, but all the people are still standing around chatting shit. I guess the developers thought everyone would go straight into the Weald instead of doubling back. Poor show.
I get an encounter in the Slumbering Weald, and first off it's a Corviknight. Been so long since I encountered this line, but it's still a dupe. Then I KO'd a Munna. I really don’t think it matters anymore, I only have two major battles to go before the end of the game.
Cut scene. Run forward a bit. Cut scene. Run forward a bit. Cut scene. Run forward a bit. Still need my hand held at this point in the game. Frankly I’m surprise Hop doesn’t decide he wants another battle at this point.
“We've evacuated Hammerlocke. Except the people inside their houses, they have chosen to stay. Something about trusting their chairman no matter what he does. Spooky huh?”
Cut scene. Run forward a bit. Cut scene.
Vs Rose - Otis. Fire attacks.
Cut scene. Run forward. Cut scene. Run forward. Cut scene. There is just NO let up.
Did the undefeated Champion just try to catch a resurrected legendary Pokemon in a basic Pokeball?
Bullseye gets a crit Earthquake and knocks Eternatus out in one go.
GMax Eternatus is impressive. Hats off to the designers here, it looks terrifying. The first and only time in the game where something feels like a threat.
And Hop helps out with his Dubwool again. Super helpful.
Cyanide falls in battle, as Eternatus focuses all its attacks on me and Hop helps by using the least effective move he has and doing almost no damage at all. A toast to Slowbro.
Cyanide is KO'd.
I take Jett out of storage, ram as many XP candies as I can down her throat and head in to fight Leon.
Vs Leon - Finally.
Otis knocks out Aegislash with two Fire Lashes
Haxorus is a bit of a tough one, as the only SE attack I have for a dragon is Icy wind on PC. Bullseye survives an Outrage but only does half damage with Earthquake, and switching to Jett almost gets her taken out in one hit. Two hits, she's gone. I bring Bullseye back in and spam some Potions, maybe I can get a free shot in once the Stamina starts to kick in. This isn’t what the crowd want to see but, but I just saved the world so fuck em.
Jett is KO'd
Yep, it takes a minute or two, but once I have 3 Stamina boosts I can Body Press the fuck out of this dragon.
Seismitoad starts off with Toxic, which was a wasted move. Leon uses a Full Restore, so I will too. I’m going to Body Press to victory.
Cinderace meet Body Press.
Fuck, I can’t use Body Press on Dragapault. Chamomile lands two Sucker Punches but gets knocked out a second Shadow Ball. Spritz survives a Flamethrower but isn’t strong enough or fast enough to land a second hit. Pina swaps in to take the Flame Thrower AND a Shadow Ball then KOs Dragapault with Icy Wind. I guess it did come in useful after all.
Chamomile is KO'd
I know Charizard will be faster than me, I just have to hope I can survive long enough to do damage to it. I send out Otis first, who can at least absorb fire attacks and has an electric attack to use. Max Rockfall almost KOs me but Max Lightning does half damage. I use a Full Restore, and I think between the sandstorm damage to Zara and the up boost from my leftovers another Max Lightning will seal the deal.
Yaaaaaas!
Ya boi is the Champion.
I’m not playing Pokemon again until Crown Tundra comes out this was a chore.
The band that plays during the credits, the least they could have done is used some custom animation that didn’t look like they were attacking, and made the music sound like it was being played. There's no drum beat.
Final Team
Bullseye - Mudsdale (lv 64)
Otis - Heatmor (lv 64)
Pina Colada - Ludicolo (lv 64)
Spritz - Vikavolt (lv 64)
Boxed
Joltik, Slowpoke, Charjabug, Croagunk, Oddish, Snorunt
Sizzlepede, Sneasel, Chubcoo, Lombre, Pelipper, Carcoal
Machoke, Dubwool, Shelmet, Sandaconda, Delibird, Cramorant
Jigglypuff, Chansey, Snom, Eternatus
Losses
Bandit the Nickit - Knocked out by a fat squirrel
Gumball the Tympole - Devoured by a centipede with a moustache
Castlevania the Rookidee - Torn apart by a cute mole
HaagenDazs the Vanillite - Murdered in an act of revenge by a smelly frog
Ddraig the Druddigon - Speared by a selfish shellfish
Cyanide the Slowbro - Smote by a god
Jett the Toxtricity - Defeated by the Champion
Chamomile the Poltergeist - Defeated by the Champion
Thanks for anyone that has been following along. Maybe one day I’ll do another playthrough. Hopefully we’ll see Diamond and Pearl remakes, and I would love to do a mono-type playthrough at some point. Not a Nuzlocke though, as interesting as it is, the restrictions irritate me.
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Strawberry Cream and BBQ - 16
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Pairing: Hybrid Hoseok and Human Reader
Overview: Your best friend knows she can count on you for anything, so when she asks you to watch her hybrid while she’s gone for a study abroad trip for four months, you can’t say no. But when these four months are over, things have changed in a way no one expected.
Word Count: 3,069
Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Future smut, Angst, Best friends to Lovers
Warning: Angst, just a little time skip
Master List
Sneak Peak - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 (Final) - Move in Day: A SC&BBQ Drabble
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You were humming along to a song that was playing on the radio, a stack of books in your arms as you organized them on the shelves. It was nearing closing time, and with the cold weather and shorter days, no one was rushing in to buy a book at the last minute. Which meant the last half hour was devoted to peace and quiet. It had actually been busy this afternoon. Not that you were complaining, but it was nice to wind down and relax at the end of the work day.
It had been a week since that beautiful morning. Even just thinking about it had you blushing. Hoseok had almost made you late for work that day, but you made it to your shift with minutes to spare. You still weren’t entirely sure who had been trying to reach him.
The silence was broken by the ringing of a phone, stealing your attention. It wasn’t the shop’s phone, but yours. Wind chimes filled the room. Still holding the books against your chest, you swiped the green button as you brought the phone up to your ear.
“Hey Sue,” you cheerfully greeted. “How’s Hong Kong?”
“Wow, you’re actually answering your phone. I was starting to wonder if you had forgotten how to use it.”
The smile you had slowly slipped away. You didn’t consider yourself an overly sensitive person, but right then and there it felt like Sue sucker punched your feelings. It had been so long since you’ve heard your best friend’s voice that you were expecting a happier greeting. “You just called.” You spoke, glancing at the door to make sure no one came in. “Is something wrong?”
Sue sighed on her end. “No, well…yes. But that’s not the point.”
You frowned. What was going through her mind? “It seems like it is.” Making your way back to the bookcase, you sat down on the floor to work on the lower shelves. “You can tell me anything Sue. You know that.”
“I know,” Sue agreed. You couldn’t see her, but you had a feeling she was chewing on her lip like always. “Katie sent me a text the other day.”
“Yes, Katie is known to text people.”
“She said that she’s been seeing Colin hanging out with someone else. Another girl.”
The witty comment that you were prepared died on your tongue, obviously no longer appropriate to say. “Oh my God.” You said instead. As much as you hated Colin, Sue loved him. You didn’t want to see her hurt.
She laughed. “Yeah. And you know what, I thought she was lying. So she sent me a picture that she took.”
“Oh no…”
“Colin was kissing some girl on campus. I can’t even go confront him about because guess what, I’m on the other side of the world while he’s hooking up with some other girl. Apparently, he’s been with her since I left.”
“I’m sorry Sue.” You murmured. The task that you been focusing on was long forgotten. This reminded you of all the times that you had called her after having your heart broken. If she was still here, you’d close up early and head on over to her place to comfort her. But the distance was too large this time.
“I tried calling you,” Sue suddenly said, her voice bitter. “When I first found out that he’s been cheating on me. I called you and then Hoseok. But neither of you answered back.”
You had been holding a book when she mentioned Hoseok’s name; your wrist slackened and it took everything to not let it drop to the ground. “When…when was that?” Licking your lips, you hoped that it wasn’t when you were thinking.
“About a week ago. Would have been morning for you.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to find some explanation. You couldn’t just outright tell her what went on that morning. To do that would mean having to tell her about your feelings for Hoseok.
On one hand, you wanted to tell her everything. How it felt to be in his arms, the way his kisses made your head spin and cleared your mind at the same time. As your best friend, you couldn’t help but want to spill every detail.
But on the other hand, it felt weird to be telling Sue that. She was Hoseok’s owner and, if you were being honest, things have been odd between the two of you. Since she’s been gone, every text has been strange, if not borderline rude in Hoseok’s case, and extremely short. At times it felt like she was treating you as a babysitter and not her best friend.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” you said, fumbling over your words. “I don’t remember what we were doing. But if I had known you were calling, I would have answered.”
Sue was quiet, and for a second you thought you were caught red handed. That somehow, she knew that Hoseok and you were now together. Automatically your hand reached for your neck. Hoseok hadn’t marked you yet, but that didn’t stop him from kissing and licking the area whenever he had the chance.
“How is Hoseok?” She asked instead.
You sighed in relief. “He’s really good. He’s been putting in a lot of extra hours at the Dance Studio.” You weren’t mentioning his solo dance in the show for the sake of it being his surprise. He should be the one to tell Sue, not you. “We went out for Korean BBQ recently, and he’s been helping me study for an exam I have coming up.”
“He hasn’t been annoying you?”
You bit your lip at that comment. Standing, you left the books where they were and went to the desk, leaning against the wood. The way she worded her question, it felt wrong and left you feeling uncomfortable. “Never.” You automatically answered. Hoseok has never annoyed been annoying. Not in the three years you’ve known each other, or now. “He’s amazing.”
 Outside, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi were making their way towards the bookstore. Their laughter filling the empty streets. Ever since that morning, Hoseok’s made it his job of meeting you at the store when you had to close up. The idea of you being there alone never settled well with him before, and now that the two of you were together, it made him worry. The Dance Studio wasn’t that far from the bookstore, if anything, it was just a ten-minute walk.
“I can’t believe you’ve only just realized that she’s your mate.” Yoongi teased. “Any one of us could have told you that.”
Hoseok rolled his eyes, hefting his gym bag higher up on his shoulder. “You’re just jealous that I found my mate. You and the others still have to find yours.”
“Hey, I have Katie, mind you,” Namjoon reminded them.
Yoongi just ignored that, sticking his hands in his coat pockets. It was still winter and as a house cat hybrid, Yoongi would much rather be stretched out in the sun than walking in the cold. “I’ll find my mate one day. Until then, I’ll keep producing music and sleeping.”
“At least he has a plan,” Hoseok joked, making them laugh once again.
They were almost at the bookstore, the lights inside making it easy to spot you from the dark street. His smile softened as he watched you, books stacked on the desk, your gaze focused on a green book on top of the stack. If the three of them really focused on the phone call that you were obviously taking, they might be able to hear both sides of the conversation.
“She looks upset,” Yoongi murmured. Hoseok frowned as he glanced at Yoongi, noticing the way his eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
Looking back at you, he noticed the way you kept touching your hair, whether it was just twirling some of it or even running your fingers through it. And if it wasn’t your hair, then it was your face, or your neck. He knew you well enough to know that those were your go to habits when you were nervous.
“When was the last time you talked to Sue?” Yoongi suddenly asked. Reaching the store, Yoongi came to stop, forcing the others to stay with him. Which was odd, since they all knew that he hated the cold. “Are you even going to tell her?”
The question threw Hoseok off. He didn’t even know how to answer Yoongi. After you had left for work, he had turned his phone back on, prepared to send a shit ton of angry messages if it was one of the guys that had spammed him. The only person that he’d expect to do that was, Seokjin. So, for it to be Sue completely shocked him.
He never told you who it was, hoping that you would forget about it. The texts that she had left were unlike anything. Sue was angry with him, almost borderline pissed, wanting to know where he was, and demanding that he pick up and call her back. It was almost like she had switched personalities with Colin. Then when he did call – thinking that she was hurt or in danger – her phone rang and rang until she finally picked before he was sent to voicemail.
The conversation only lasted a few minutes, he apologized and blamed it on work, but it was obvious that she didn’t believe him. He still wasn’t entirely sure why she had spammed called him. For the rest of the day he was worried, trying to come up with some reason that could explain it. He felt terrible, and even though she gave him so much independence, there was still a part of him that was scared she’d give him up. That he would have to live at the homeless center again.
The only thing that reassured him, that got him to smile, was when came home that night. You were like a breath of fresh air in spring. Even if Sue did make him leave, he still had you. You would never let him live like that again.
“A week ago,” Hoseok finally answered. “And I…I don’t know. I mean, we can still date when I go back to Sue’s. But I have no idea how she’ll react to Strawberry being my mate. They’re best friends. Then there’s the fact that Sue’s my owner.” He ran a hand through his hair. It was complicated to say the least.
Namjoon, who had been quiet up until then, nudged a snow clump out his way with his foot. His hat was pulled down on his head as his scarf wrapped around his neck multiple times. “At least you can marry her one day.”
A hushed silence fell over the three of them, suddenly remembering the laws. You weren’t his owner, so he could marry you one day. Namjoon on the other hand, would never be able to. Katie was his owner and mate. And the law clearly stated that a hybrid and their owner weren’t allowed to marry to each other.
Guilt washed over Hoseok. “Namjoon I…I’m so sorry,” he softly said. “I forgot about the laws. I didn’t mean to –”
“It’s okay.” Namjoon interrupted. Looking behind him, he lifted his hand in a wave before turning to face his friends again. Despite the quick smile he gave them, his brown eyes resembled an ocean. “Really, we’ve accepted it. Can you tell her I said hi? I think I’m gonna head home, be with Katie where it’s warm.”
Hoseok opened his mouth to apologize and say he didn’t have to leave, but Namjoon had already turned around and was making his way home, shoulders slouched and hands buried in his pockets to fight off the cold.
A hand touched his back, and Hoseok turned to look at Yoongi. The older hybrid gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry about it. It’s these fucked up laws fault, not yours. I’m gonna walk with him though and make sure he gets home safe. I’ll see you around.”
“See you around.” Yoongi gave Hoseok a hug before breaking out into a jog to catch up with Namjoon, calling out his name so he would slow down.
He took in a deep breath, his hand gripping the strap of his bag tighter. This night had gone from amazing to crappy all in minutes. He didn’t mean to make it sound like he was complaining, especially when Namjoon wasn’t able to marry Katie. But he really had no idea what he was going to do about Sue.
Whimpering in frustration, he kicked the chunk of ice that sat in the middle of the sidewalk. Nothing about it was fair. Not knowing what else to do, he walked up the few steps leading to the bookstore and went inside, the Christmas bells jingling above him. It was almost time for you to lock up and usually, you were all smiles. This time however, you leaned against the desk with your back facing him, cellphone on the table. As he walked around to where you stood, he saw that you had your face buried in your hands.
The screen on your phone was still lit up and when he saw Sue’s contact picture, he closed his eyes and sighed. It seemed like neither of you were getting a break about this. “I don’t know what you and Sue were talking about, but it’s going to be okay.”
You nodded, feeling Hoseok’s arms wrap around your waist. He eliminated the short space between the two of you, hugging you tightly to him. But apparently, it wasn’t close enough. Without even giving a warning, he lifted you up on the desk, fitting himself between your legs so he was able to look at you.
“Sue broke up with Colin,” you softly spoke.
“What?” Hoseok asked. His eyes scanned yours in disbelief. Had Sue, really broken up with Colin? They’ve been dating for three years, and as much as he cared for Sue, he couldn’t say that he’d missed the bastard.
“Yeah. Katie sent Sue a message, apparently Colin has been cheating on her since she left for Hong Kong.” You paused to lick you lips, reaching a hand out to push the hair out of the Hoseok’s eyes. “She found out a week ago. And called us. Morning our time.”
His throat felt like it was closing up, enabling him from speaking. That was why she had spammed called him. She was hurt. Pressing his lips together, Hoseok pressed his forehead against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply to try and calm down.
“Why didn’t you tell me it was her?” You whispered, bringing him close by wrapping your legs around his waist while being mindful of his tail.
“I didn’t want to worry you,” he spoke. “She was so mad when I didn’t answer.”
You listened as he explained it all, bringing your arms across his shoulders to hug him. “I think she was mad at me too. Or at least, that’s the impression I got.” Leaning your head on top of his, you let your mind wander back to the phone call. Sue was mad because of what Colin had done, that was understandable, but it wasn’t fair of her to take it out on Hobi.
Earlier, the thought of telling Sue made you uncomfortable. Now…now it seemed downright dangerous. “Maybe…maybe we should wait to tell her. About us. At least until she’s calmed down.”
There was only so much that you knew about the laws that didn’t work in the favor for hybrids. You knew that they couldn’t marry their owners, but you didn’t understand what happened when a hybrid mated with a human, who wasn’t their owner.
To your surprise, Hoseok leaned back, rubbing his eyes. “I agree. If we tell her now, it’ll probably feel like we’re rubbing salt in the wound. Even though that’s not what we’re doing.” He sniffed then leaned forward, gently kissing you. His lips were a little dry from the cold air, but the kiss was still just as sweet. “I know baby, I know. I hate lying to Sue too. But we have no idea how she’ll react.”
Placing your fingers on his jaw, you gave him a small smile, wordlessly letting him know that you understood, even though you were the one to suggest it. As true as it was, it said a lot that the two of you were nervous - even a bit scared – about telling Sue the truth.
Hoseok kissed you once more, and when he pulled back, ran the length of his nose against your cheek, trying to convey to you through touch that it was going to be okay.  “Come on sweetie, once you lock up, we can go home. I’ll even cook.”
That made you smile. “Okay,” you murmured, taking the hand he offered you and hopped down from the desk.
As you went around locking up, Hoseok felt a weight settle on his shoulders as he watched you. He saw how this made you feel, and even without you saying it, he knew that your friendship with Sue had changed and it wasn’t just because he was dating you. Ever since she went away, things changed for all of you.
Half of him wanted to fix all of this. To be the better man and make everything troubling you to disappear. Even if that meant having everything go back to the way it was before Sue left. At least he’d still be in your life.
Then there was the other half. The side that was selfish and greedy. That was more hybrid than human, who growled at the thought of not being able to be with you the way he was meant to be. You were his one and only, he wasn’t going to give you up. The only way he would step back would be if you told him that you didn’t want to be his mate, that you didn’t want the mate mark. Until that happened, he was staying right by your side.
Hoseok knew the truth though. When it came to your safety, he was going to do whatever it took to protect you. And if it ever came down between Sue or you, he’d pick you every damn time.
No matter the consequences.
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Between KH2 and KH3, which game did you like more, both story and gameplay-wise?
Ah is this that KH2 vs 3 debate I hear is ongoing? Well if you’re in for a sit I can answer that.
Gameplay:
From this angle I quite bluntly find KH2 Final Mix more fun. I’m not going to argue what was arguably better or worse, gameplay preference is a matter of…well preference no matter how many wish to deny this fact.
Not that you do but I”m sure some lover or hater of one will see this and try to retort. o3ob
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Anyway; I felt Kh2 final mix was more technical and “harder” if I had to describe the feeling. Like 3 KH2 is normally overly easy but when put on critical mode it’s technicalities shine.I had to learn tactics, I couldn’t spam X or △, and I learned uses for summons. Which I found ironic since the 2 summons are far more useful when you dont initiate their moves.
Like if I let Stitch wander the screen he’ll deflect projectiles and keep my MP full. Chicken Little is a great early Magnet substitute and Peter Pan+Tinker Bell gives you a Phoenix Down.This was an improvement to KH1 in which only Tinker Bell was a spell with decent combat use. 1′s other summons had more supplemental uses imo.
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KH3′s summons were nearly win buttons I felt. Simba in particular, while damn spectacle, felt broken. I never bothered to learn them as I didn’t need them. Which I’m sure they have their own uses but I’m not really fond of many control schemes for them so I opt out of it.
In terms of the magic system I felt 2 and 3 were opposites. In KH3 magic is far too powerful, something many have noted. And while you dont ‘have’ to use it that’s not an excuse for a problem. You should choose not to use it not force yourself to ignore it for challenge.
KH2 on the opposite spectrum made magic nearly useless I felt. Many enemies didn’t stun nor have elemental damage. Fire’s AOE animation was good for early Critical game and Blizzard helps that first Hollow Bastion visit but many enemies shrug the base spells off later.In contrast, KH2′s Magnet and Thunder spells can be OP. Reflect in of itself is practically the only spell you’d ever need to use due to it’s nature.
So while many have long rants on either’s magic system I dont really think one trumps the other. each one is equally flawed with issues I dont see ever being addressed.
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In terms of keyblade combat I preferred KH2′s because I felt like Sora was automated in 3. I spam X cause I’m a scrub at timing presses (DMC5 is helping me overcome that) and due to this I noticed real quick that Sora’s combos just felt really automated.
Like I’d press X for one hit and get three. In contrast, KH2′s combat is harder. Sora animates combos as fast as my lazy ass can spam X and I’m not floating around like a final fantasy god.
I’m not really sure how to put this feeling into words but I do feel Kh2 keyblades are funner or snappier to combo whereas in KH3 I’m playing a watered down FFXV with it’s hold/press X for combo string.
Both games are so similar outside this issue that I dont see no reason to list likes or dislikes. If anything, from here, KH3 had great quality of life changes. The menu system was easier on the eyes and I’d be a damned soul if I didn’t admit I like switching keyblades mid-combat.
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I also really appreciate KH3 finally using Re:Coded’s keyblade ideas. It’s been there since that DS game yet no one every expanded on making keyblades unique since. It was a very foolish step backward to me.
I love that keyblades level up, I love that each one has a preference and the only way that could’ve been better is if they adapted Coded’s system entirely and gave each keyblade (or most) it’s own unique combo.
KH2 quite frankly just falls short in a hindsight perspective since keyblades were “stat sticks” and you only ever chose weaker ones for an ability. Which, back then, was a huge step up from KH1.
So KH3 wins in this area I also dont really hate on Kh2 for it since KH2 is a product of the era. This idea of keyblades growing with you didn’t happen till Re:Coded.
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As for Shotlocks…I dont like them. I hated them in BBS and I hate them here. It’s not even a comparison to KH2 type of opinion. I hate Shotlocks, I never use shotlocks so I’m going to skip those.
I mean sure, KH2 had limits but the only limits I use are Knocksmash so I can’t exactly praise KH2′s half of that either.
And when it comes to Forms vs Transformations I think both have pros and cons the other lacks. For example, some Transformations are really cool, I love the hammer weapons or the dual pistols.
I also believe the staff transformation is what KH2′s wisdom form should’ve been in terms of how it does magic or basic attacks.
That said, I also really dislike many second forms keyblades have. I never evolve the pistols into the bazooka, I never turn the hammer into the drill, I have those second forms. It’s to the extent I prefer keyblades that have one form such as the staff.
I’m also not fond of the Kingdom Key’s 2nd form change. It’s a neat throwback and I love the outfit recolor but I dont find it fun to use.
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Between the two games my favorite forms are Valor Form, Anti-Form, and the Staff Transformation. Odds are I wont use anything else unless I feel particularly bored.
I might use others more often if KH3 forced me to rely on them for tactics but as of right now it does not. This may change with 3 gets it’s Critical Mode DLC. Similar to how KH2FM forced me to rely on forms I hate like Wisdom or Final.
As a concept I will admit that I dislike transformations. I dont like the idea of keyblades becoming magical swiss army knives. KH3 pulled the idea off better than I expected but I dont like it all the same.
The only, and I mean only, thing I felt KH2 did better was tie forms to a meter. In KH3 the commands appear randomly (and often) and I dont gain consequences for using them.
In KH2 this was tied to your Drive Gauge. You had to plan what you used and this is an issue I felt KH3 had as a whole. Rather than shotlocks, I’d have preferred that Focus Gauge to be reserved for my summons and forms so that I could have better control of what I picked and to reduce how broken they are in-game.
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The rest is miscellaneous opinions so I’ll rapid fire:
Gummi Ships: always hated them, BBS did Gummi Ships best. Point goes to KH3 here since I can at least skip most of it.
Minigames: I’ve never found a KH minigame fun. No one wins here
Worlds: KH3 wins this aspect too. World towns have actual people in them and when it uses original plots the worlds are quite good. I also appreciate the power to explore and soft platform again. It gives me a more immersive feeling than later titles ever have. (although I feel KH1 was still better than both here)(entirely because of how many small details/cameos/secrets a KH1 world had compared to sequels)
I dont really have a more technical opinion than that. I do however think Arendelle was a horrendous world and I hate to even be there. For a myriad of reasons….reasons that would be a rant post of it’s own.
Lil Chef: I never use the food. I dont care if it’s a good spot for ingredients. If I want to cook stuff I’ll do some irl or play FFXV.
Enemies: KH3 used nobodies more than KH2 did and I find that a damn crying shame. I also felt Unversed were underutilized. KH2 still takes the point here due to the combat points I mentioned above.
KH3 fodder is prettier and can be more elaborate but KH2 is funner to play and destroy them in so KH2.
The Disney Rides: I don’t use them, they break the game. I do like the choo choo though since it’s situational to specific battles. KH2 has nothing akin to these so there’s no comparison, I just wish the rides could be disabled or that they worked more like the train. (set to key fights)
KH2 vs KH3 Commands: Eh both aren’t that good. KH3 spams you commands to shift through and KH2 has so many for spectacles sake that the games get easy. There is no winner here, if anything KH2 should’ve restricted these like KH3 restricts the Train ride summon.
Final Fantasy: I dont like FF games but I consider the ones of Kh1 part of the main cast. Their alternate KH selves are important to me. The lack and fading of FF over the years is quite honestly something I dislike and 3′s total lack of them is inexcusable to me. KH2 takes this point since I got to at least meet Leon and crew again.
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Then there’s the story.
Anyone that’s followed the blog or met me knows I strongly dislike the direction of KH’s story. It’s not a matter of things others debate, I do not like it. I hate it and I’m still teetering on quitting.
I wont even go into the points cause I’ve made a whole series of posts about my story gripes. I wont link them since this isn’t a shameless plug, I just want to iterate that my issues with the story has driven me to make 20+ tangents plus the older more angry rants.
Others liking it is fine I think, I get easily annoyed if someone tries to excuse something out of nostalgia or adoration, but generally anyone that likes it while admitting faults or agreeing to disagree is fine. (you do you folks)
If I had to rank them I feel KH2 is where a lot of issues started and I feel a lot of issues got worse after since the sequels tried to “fix” that mess. If left alone KH2 would’ve been a poorly written entry and a good stopping point for any disillusioned fan.
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KH3 as a contrast tied up everything after 2 up til 3 itself. I do not consider the story good, the pacing is very jarring because it lacks a mid point, it’s weighed down by all the BS prior to it.
I do not feel attachment for the “trios” of the series, I find the repetition of them annoying. I find it a shame most have more dev time than the originals they’re cloned based on.
And I frankly dislike Xehanort as a villain. He’s not interesting, his motives seem to switch with several report entries and I dont eve get the satisfaction of ending him like I did Xemnas or Ansem.
I was entirely indifferent to the entirety of this game’s narrative as I played it. Something that worried my friend @blackosprey because I was so tired I could not even care enough to hate it.
I did fine the trios reunions well done. I dislike them for a list of reasons but they were coming back anyway, their fates sucked prior, so those were well done. I finally felt hype when the LW appeared (only to vanish, fuck you nomura) and in the final battle.
The ending was confusing to me. So many got a happy ending so I fail to see the logic of Sora vanishing. The Luxu reveal, which I found fucking hilarious, was the only sequel bait needed.To have Sora just up and die felt like a stupid decision and I’m sure many more found it insulting.
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And when mentioning Luxu I dont mean it in a sarcastic fashion. I genuinely find him funnier in retrospect due to this retroactive change. Nearly every line or scene he’s said is now funny as hell because he’s this ancient troll. I consider it the first legitimately earned twist Nomura has made in ages.
Still, KH2′s writing and story isn’t great either. I could rant why, I have ranted why, but despite it’s flaws it was an “ending” to me.So if asked 2 or 3 I will pick 2. The writing in Kh2 is bad for lots of reasons but if I ignore the Ansem reports it’s no a story about Xehanort.
Ignoring one KH2 report let’s me live this simpler story of Sora and a scientist gone mad and the journey to stop him. It had a lot of stupid things or one of the worst “twists for twists sake” moments ever in the ‘two ansems’ reveal.
But still, I can play Kh2 and be in a KHverse where Xehanorts, Keyblade Wars, Ceremonies, timelines, sleeping worlds, data world abuse, and clones upon clones dont exist.
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It’s not nostalgia so much as everything I came to dislike was post KH2. KH3 was all about these things I dont like. My favorite for key and nostalgic reasons is KH1, my pick of the question is Kh2.
KH3′s best assets that can’t be contested was it’s graphical evolution. I played KH3 three times back to back due to this, I came away from KH3 wishing KH1 or 2 looked like this. No game prior contests the look.
So all in all, as I reread this, it’s largely a mixed bag. Neither game is grand but I prefer KH2 because combat is more fun to me and it’s not tied down by a narrative and mythology I’ve come to hate.
I can play KH1, CoM, and KH2 and never be annoyed about something I loved going in a direction I hated.
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The Sims 4 on Xbox & PlayStation 4: New Game Patch (July 19th, 2018)
There’s a Sims 4 update available for players on Xbox One and PlayStation 4. 
Update: 07/19/2018 – v1.07
Hello Simmers!
What a summer! As you may have heard, we have been hard at work preparing for the arrival of our fluffy companions in Cats & Dogs. We haven’t stopped there though, we have added Households, Lots and Rooms created by members of The Sims 4 Community into My Library and continued to make a number of performance improvements. Of course, we have been gathering and addressing your feedback and reports too.
Rather than giving you a high-level version of what you can expect how about I just tell you.
What’s New?
Performance improvements mean that you should be able to get into your Worlds quicker, loading times will be shorter and things will be smoother.
The Auto Save feature had been a little too temperamental for our liking so we have reviewed the feature and made improvements to the way it works so it is more reliable.
My Library expanded with creations from The Sims 4 Community. The new additions bring Households, Lots and Rooms.
We have also added the Piece of Cake Bakery which you may remember from the Get to Work announcement trailer.
We often get requests for features and one of the biggest requests has been to have the option to scale your roofs. We heard you and we added the feature into Build Mode.
General Issues
Manage Households was a little lacking in the managing part of the name by preventing you from deleting households. You can delete households you don’t need or want any more and truly manage households as you would expect.
If you max out your My Library storage you’ll be informed when you try to save more creations rather than finding out they silently disappeared.
Cursor speed and acceleration settings no longer reset after restarting the game.
While using the virtual cursor control scheme, the acceleration could feel like you were chasing an excited puppy around your lot. We got things under control and switching directions as you navigate the Lot shouldn’t feel so skittish. Remember, you can adjust speed and acceleration in the Game Options to get the feel you prefer.
The camera shouldn’t lose function when toggling bb.moveobjects in Build Mode
Trying to use the Virtual Cursor to live-drag from your inventory shouldn’t feel like a never-ending chore. Now it is as simple as select and drag, just like it should be.
Don’t you just hate it when you finish loading only to be told that there is “Game Loading In Progress” when it looks like it has finished? Us too! When a lot has loaded, it is loaded and ready to go, just like it should be.
Placing a Styled Room from My Library shouldn’t stop your controls from working as expected.
Sometimes you don’t have room in your lot to place a staircase before rotating it, now you can rotate stairs into the orientation you want without having to place them first.
Stairs aren’t the only thing you can rotate without placing them either, you can now rotate whole empty rooms and even walls before deciding where you want them.
Simmers who use the Virtual Cursor control scheme rejoice as the Pin/Unpin Whim option is now open to you.
Virtual Cursor controls have been tweaked, adjusted and tweaked again so now you don’t continue to accelerate and zip around the screen uncontrollably. Switching directions you take the Virtual Cursor in will drop the acceleration to ¼ of what it was so you have more control of where you go.
Changing your mind and re-doing something is part of getting your perfect Sim in CAS. If you do change your mind, we won’t put you into an invisible UI anymore, I promise.
Cell phones are a lifeline for a lot of people and Sims aren’t any different. We spent a lot of time getting them set up with more reliable service so the cell phone works when it is needed and doesn’t stay on screen when it isn’t.
Occasionally, the camera momentum made it difficult to have precise navigation. We’ve made a few passes at improving the camera movement to make is easier to navigate the lot.
Cancelling Save and Play while in CAS isn’t possible anymore. If you did this previously, you might want to check My Library as you might have multiple versions of your Households that you might want to tidy up.
Family is key and if you have babies you’ll know how precious they can be. That is why switching Sims now acts like it should if you have any in your household.
Get to Work
Returning to active lot will no longer spam the action queue while you are at work in the scientist career.
The returning to active lot interaction won’t queue and cancel repeatedly if you decide to idle in the alien world.
In the videos out of Roswell they got up close with an Alien and now you can too while creating an Alien in CAS. Like other Sims, you can switch to detail edit mode and get closer to the extra-terrestrial Sims.
Ever visit a new place only to think that it feels familiar but not quite right in some way? That happened to us when visiting Sixam and realizing that it didn’t look as we expected so we got the ground crew in and updated the place.
Vampires
Receiving a welcome phone call from Vlad can be exciting, I mean, how often do you get a phone call from a vampire? Getting this unique call shouldn’t stop your controls from functioning so we addressed that.
Dine Out
Canceling object placement of objects selected through Lot Type requirements will no longer put you into one of those super-secret areas in the UI.
Editing an employee uniform won’t send your controls across the screen no matter how your employees feel about their new uniform design.
City Living
When you load into San Myshuno the virtual cursor shouldn’t get stuck. It used to, but now it doesn’t.
If you are lucky enough to get an invite to a festival but unlucky enough to have a parent chance card appear at the same time you’ll be happy to know that you’ll keep control of your World and Sims.
PlayStation 4
Pressing X should work when you need it most… When you press the X button.
Improvements to the way My Library saves means you should have more space for your creations.
Celebrate good times but come on, we don’t need to see the pack celebration screens over and over. They should only show the once now and viewed new Objects shouldn’t reset to look like everything is new again.
When you select Save Household you expect the household to be saved, right? Thought so, now your Saved Households will save to My Library as you would expect.
If you chose to change your Display Settings, the virtual cursor won’t be prevented from accessing all of the UI if you opt to display things smaller.
The Action Queue is meant to expand to fit in all the queued actions, that is how we came up with the name. What it shouldn’t do and doesn’t do anymore is expand to the top of the screen just because you chose to speed up time.
Travel and romance are two of life’s luxuries. That is unless you managed to have “Travel” queue up after performing the “Ask on Date” interaction. Then you just had a mini nightmare because you found yourself stuck in Manage World. We released the controls from the UI and now you can take your date globetrotting without the worry of getting stuck looking at where you could have visited.
Xbox One
They say that good things come to those who wait. We don’t like waiting so we have improved the loading times so that you shouldn’t see an extended loading screen before getting into game.
Styled Room showcases will align correctly if you adjust your margins settings.
Does a Sim have an aura? Well they might but it shouldn’t have been as prominent as it was, so we turned down the highlighting of Sims so it isn’t as distracting anymore.
That isn’t it either, we took a look at what was happening on the PC and Mac versions of The Sims 4 and brought over changes and updates to the PlayStation 4 and Xbox One versions.
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kpurereactions · 6 years
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On the Fourth Day of Christmas My Admins gave to me...
Christmas Special Day: Four
Group: Seventeen
Pairing: Seungcheol (S.coup) X Reader
A/N: Hi, it’s Minlee. This is my first piece of work I’m sharing with you all. I hope you enjoy it :) 
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This was the fourth year in a row that Seungcheol had asked you to go Christmas shopping with him. You always wondered why he didn’t just ask one of the boys to go with him but figured it was because he was shopping for them. He always bought men’s attire and accessories, it only made sense. You weren’t complaining though, you loved shopping with him. He’s fun to be around and always brightens up a room when he walks in.
9:30 pm Seungcheol: Hey y/n, can you go christmas shopping with me?
9:43 pm y/n: When?
9:44 pm Seungcheol: Tomorrow. It’s my only day off until Christmas
9:59 pm y/n: Okay. Where and what time?
10:07 pm Seungcheol: Hongdae! I want to beat the crowds sooo, say 11 am when most stores open?
10:30 pm y/n: K. See you.
~Buzz buzz~ ~Buzz buzz~
You grab your phone and hit the button, any button to shut your phone up.
Nngh~ you groan and look at the screen. The screen is a photo of dark snowy woods with a bright white 10:00 am showing. You crawl out of bed and straight to your bathroom. Switch on the shower and let the water run to warm up. You comb your bed hair out so there’s no knot and hop into the warm running water. You let the water get familiar with your body, washing your body before reaching for your shampoo that smelled like coconut. You never liked coconut scented things before but Seungcheol bought this one for you last year and you’ve been using it since. You squeezed some out into your hand and mixed it in your hair, let it marinate a little then washed it out. You shut the water off, grab your towel and pat yourself dry enough to not get the bath rugs so wet.
You exit the bathroom and into your room, going straight to your closet. You knew you should’ve laid your clothes out the night before but you were too lazy. You sigh at yourself. You run your finger through your hanging clothes and stop at a burgundy peacoat, take it out and lay it on your bed. You’ve decided to wear this today and will choose your outfit to fit around this.
~Buzz buzz~
You check your phone and it’s now 10:30 am, you finally decided on what to wear, your hair is dry and straighten, your makeup is done. You had decided on a simple white tee over some black jeans and a fluffy, white knitted scarf, it’s not like your coat was going to be opened anyway. It was too cold. Your make simple as well, some BB cream, powder, light peachy blush, winged liner, and a rosy pink chap-stick. You text Seungcheol to let him know you’re on your way.
10:02 am Y/N:Have you left yet? I’m omw now.
10:10 am Y/N: You better not still be sleeping.
10:27 am Y/N: Seungcheollieeeee
10:59 am Y/N: Where are you? I’m here. Waiting inside Starbucks.
You didn’t receive an answer. Soon it was 7:40 and you figured maybe, just maybe, he was stuck in traffic. But now it was nearly 8 o’clock and you KNOW he was not in traffic, so you call him. The phone rings until his annoying voicemail message comes up, it’s a recording of him saying, “Yeoboseyo. Yeoboseyo,” in the Do Ti La Sol Fa Mi Re Do rhythm, starting out low toned and then becoming high-toned. You hang up and try again. It rings for 5 seconds.
“...nnn~” is what you hear from the other end.
“Seungcheol?” you question.
“...hmm?” he answers.
“Y-yAH! SEUNGCHEOL! ARE YOU STILL SLEEPING?! WHILE I’M OUT HERE FREEZING MY BUTT OFF?!” you whisper shout into your phone. Remembering you’re inside a cafe and everyone will look at you like a crazy person. “I-I CAN’T BELIEVE yo-,” you begin again loudly, but then calm down a bit, “ I can’t believe you’re still sleeping. You’re the one who asked me to meet you, remember? I’m so annoyed by you right now.”
“Ah, Y/N, I’m sorry. I was up late last night...you know doing stuff.” He said. He was probably scratching his head right about now.
“Ew. Gross. I don’t need to know that,” you retorted.
“NOT THAT! I was putting up the tree for the kids.”
You grunted, “Don’t bother coming. I won’t be here when you arrive,” you angrily whisper shouted and hung up.
Even though you were upset, you were here for a reason, so you went shopping alone. Thirty minutes had gone by and you managed to pick up a few gifts for some of the boys already. You were getting hungry and decided to stop by your favorite cafe. You order a matcha green tea latte and a plain bagel with cream cheese on the side. Just as you were about to sit, your phone went off. You took it out of your bag and looked at it. It was Seungcheol, you didn’t want to answer so you silenced the call and let it go to voicemail. He left a voicemail but you didn’t care to listen to it. You put your phone face down on the table with your order.
~Buzz buzz~
You flip your phone over, it was a text from him now.
11:45 am Seungcheol: Y/N~~ Come ooon. I’m sorryyyy. I’ll make it up to you. Where are you?
11:45 am Seungcheol: I know you’re still here. I know you took a taxi here and that would be a waste of money if you just left like that.
He knew you too well. You hated driving and you took a taxi to any place you couldn’t walk to. That was money spent on a taxi and it would be a waste if you just went back home after only shortly arriving.
11:46 am Seungcheol: Come on. Answer meeee. Where are you?
11:47 am Seungcheol: If you don’t answer me I’m going to return your gift.
11:50 am Seungcheol: Y/N did you really leave ??? :C
11:50 am Seungcheol: I wanted to spend the day with you :C
He continued to spam you repeatedly apologizing and asking you where you were at. After about 20 text messages he finally stopped spamming your phone with texts. You figured he had finally given up and just leave you be. But as soon as your lips hit the foam whip cream on your latte. You feel two hands pounce on your shoulders, this causes you to jump in your seat and results in some of your drink spilling on you. You harshly set the cup down and turn to look at who that the idiot is. It’s Seungcheol. Seungcheol with a big, bright smile displayed on his face.
“I found you!” He says cheerfully, “I knew you wouldn’t leave. You never leave without visiting this cafe.” He sees the whip cream residue that’s left on your upper lip and wipes it with his thumb, licks it and smiles at you again.
“Go home Seungcheol. I can shop alone,” you say through gritted teeth.
“You know Y/N, you’re so cute when you’re not happy with me,” he chuckles.
You pout and turn away from him. He just kept his stupid smile on his face and welcomes himself a seat across from you. He opens his mouth to speak but before he can, you shove the other half of your bagel in his mouth and he smiles with it in his mouth. This made you giggle, but you quickly remembered you were upset with him and you shouldn’t be smiling at him. You put a straight face back on, get up and walk out the door into the cold outside. Seungcheol follows you and continuously apologizes. Doing anything he can to get you to talk to him; tugging on your coat, getting in your way, begging, pouting, and even getting on his knees, putting his arms out and confessing he did wrong.
He finally stops and sees you don’t care what foolishness he does. He finally just asks you, “Y/N, please. You know I didn’t mean to. What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything. Please Y/N?”
You turn around to look at him with a mischievous smile , “Choi Seungcheol….anything?
“YES. Anything.”
You softly smile now, “Surprise me Choi. Surprise me with a gift, big or small, that you think will blow my mind and give it to me when we are done here.”
“T-that’s all?” the boy says in disbelief.
You just nod to confirm. He smiles at you and you link your arm with his. He asks you what you were able to buy and if any of them were for the boys. You nod and begin to tell him how there was this new music store and you found the best gift for Joshua and couldn’t wait for him to open it. He quickly looked at your hands and saw you weren't carrying anything musically at all. All you had was a paper bag with a bookstore name on it. You can hear him question himself under his breath, wondering what the heck “What the Book” was and why there was a store called that. You giggle to yourself but continue to tell him how you found an African Blackwood B&S, Sinker Redwood guitar for Joshua, had it wrapped and asked it to be delivered to their dorm. Seungcheol didn’t seem to care much about what had just come out of your mouth, he was still wondering about the paper bag you were holding. You put his questions to rest when you answered that you had gotten your hands on two books that are hard to come by. The first book for Wonwoo, a first edition of Tales of Two Cities and the second book for Mingyu, a signed cookbook from the one and only Gordon Ramsay. He tells you that he thinks they’ll love their gifts and also sheepishly thanks you for working so hard and letting him take credit for it.
You two continue to window shop and look through all the stores of Hongdae until it becomes dark out. You begin to yawn so you check the time on your phone, it’s 8 pm. You turn to him and let him know you need to go home because you’re getting sleepy. Seungcheol teases you because it’s so early and yet you’re going to bed so early. You retort that by the time you get home it’ll be 9 pm and you’re just gonna go straight to bed. He laughs at this and you pout.
You turn to him and ask, “So...do you have my gift?”
Seungcheol smiles brightly, “Yes! I’m going to get it right now!” He tells you to stay put, walks behind you into a small tent that’s selling small plants, cacti, succulents, etc. When he comes out of the tent he sees you looking his direction and shouts for you to turn around because you’re going to ruin the surprise. You do as he says.
When he gets closer, you can feel his presence. His warmth straining off of his body and it makes you feel a certain way. It makes you feel safe. Seungcheol taps your shoulder and waves a mistletoe above the both of you. Before you can even process what it is, your lips are met with his. Seungcheol is kissing you. Your eyes wide open, in disbelief that your best friend is kissing you. Seungcheol pulls you closer to him and deepens the kiss. You begin closing your eyes, just letting him kiss you. Kiss you for as long as he wants. You two stand like this for a moment.
Seungcheol then parts from the kiss, “D-did that surprise you?” You can see his face turn a bright rosy tone. You just continue to stare at him. He shifts his eyes, chuckles and runs his right hand through his hair, “Ah...I-I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” He clears his throat. “Y/N, I-I like you, a lot..and I don’t mean as a friend...I-I want you to be my girlfriend.” The boy is now looking down not sure of how you’ll answer him back.
You’re still in shock, by the kiss, by his confession, but you open your mouth to speak hoping something stupid won’t come out of your mouth, “S-Seungcheol...I-I like you too.”
Seungcheol looks up at you and see your shy smile. He smiles his bright smile at you. He moves his hands to cup your face and kisses you again. This too, surprises you.
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Para | Musubis & Pink Skin
Who: Jezebel Hart & Ainsley Corcoran ( @ainsley-corcoran ) What: Bel’s first scene. Where: Ainsley’s suite, Room 208 When: Saturday night. April 7, 2018
As their meal winded down- Ainsley had to admit, the SPAM musubis was actually quite delicious- she could feel herself begin to get more excited for the scene they had planned. She was looking forward to playing with Bel and wanted to make her introduction to sceneing a pleasant one- even more so after seeing her less than stellar grade. Chuckling lightly at the end of story the other girl had been telling, she stretched lightly before checking her watch. Figuring they’d had enough time to digest their dinner, she shifted forward to the edge of the couch, a slight smile coming to her face. “So, do you think you’re ready to move on to the next part of our evening?”
Dinner seemed to be a hit and after SPAM musubis and a story of how a friend she met on the island of Oahu showed her how to make them one night while they were watching the fireworks go off on the first Friday in Waikiki, Bel was satisfied and ready for what was to come after dinner. She always felt relaxed and safe when she was with Ainsley, but at the mention of the moving towards the whole purpose of her coming over, the butterflies in her stomach were at it again, making her heart flutter and her breathing speed up. Still she offered a smile and a nod. “I’m totally ready,” she answered, anticipating Ainsley’s next move.
Taking a moment to observe Bel, she searched for any overwhelming apprehension in the other girl’s expression or body language. While she might look a bit nervous, there were no major signs that implied she ought to be concerned, and Ainsley felt herself shift into a more dominant role. It was akin to pulling on a favorite sweatshirt just as it got out of the dryer, and her smile widened as she sat up a little straighter on instinct. “I’m totally ready, what, Jezebel?” She prompted with a raise of her brow, her voice firm, but a playful light danced in her eyes.
Bel wasn’t sure if there was going to be a clear shift from dinner to their scene and while there was a slight one, it was as natural and as seamless as it could have been. This only helped her feel as comfortable as possible, not that she was ever doubting it when it came to Ainsley. At her friend’s correction, Bel shook her head at herself, though she couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her full name rolling off Ainsley’s lips, then took a deep breath before responding. “I’m totally ready, Miss.”
“That’s much better. And it’s definitely more satisfying to finally hear you say it, rather than trying to read it in your voice.” Ainsley quipped. Getting to her feet, she gestured for Bel to do the same humming slightly as she took in the other girl’s form. “I’m going to go into the other room and change into something a bit more appropriate. When I return, I expect of your clothes folded neatly and set on the table and you on your knees. You may keep your underwear on if you would prefer, for the time being,” She added, wanting to give Bel the chance to set the pace without outright saying it, “But your head will be bowed and your palms up, resting on your thighs.” Turning, she headed to her room to don something a bit more fitting than her old NYU sweatshirt and leggings.
Following suit, Bel rose to her feet, a warmth coming to her cheeks as the other girl’s eyes very clearly raked over her body, an action that would normally fill her with embarrassment. In this case, however, it caused her heart to skip a beat as her teeth dug into her bottom lip. She nodded her understanding at the instructions that were given to her and while her mind wandered to what Ainsley was going to be slipping into, she refocused and slipped out of her own clothes, keeping her underwear on for the time being. Then, without hesitation Bel dropped to her knees, with her palms up and her eyes on the floor. She was able to stay still for at least 30 seconds, but eventually her body started moving to the beat of the song she was humming in her head.
Ainsley quickly changed into the outfit she’d laid out that morning- a pair of black slacks and a black silk blouse only halfway buttoned with a matching lace bra, wanting to look authoritative, but not too unlike herself. She took an extra moment to lay out a few other supplies they might use, before reminding herself to stay focused. Her mind had filled with ideas, and it was becoming incredibly difficult to decide what to start with. Slipping on a pair of heels at the last second, she strode purposefully back into the living room. She was unable to stop the slight smile that came to her face as she saw Bel bopping along to a beat only she could hear. “I suppose I didn’t explicitly tell you to hold still, so I can’t quite justify punishing you. However, in the future, please do try to contain yourself. There are dominants far less accommodating that I and I want you to be prepared for that.” Stepping around to stand in front of the other girl, she let her fingers slide through Bel’s hair lightly as she spoke. “Remind me your safeword and your soft and hard limits once more before we start.”
If Bel hadn’t heard Ainsley’s heels as she entered back into the room, she would have jumped at the sound of her voice. While she didn’t jump, she stopped her movements as soon as she was reminded that keeping completely still was more appropriate. She should have referred back to her parents’ submissives and how they would kneel for her parents. Instead of scolding herself, she took a mental note of Ainsley’s words and gained more control over her body. “Yes, Miss.” Even when she felt the other Switch’s fingers run through her hair, she remained still, thinking back to the list she made for herself earlier that day, knowing what Ainsley would require before doing any kind of scene with her. “My safe word is Kenya. The hard limits I know for sure are scat, permanent marks, and knives. My soft limits are pain, breath play, and fire play.” She knew there were some things she forgot to mention, but she knew Ainsley wasn’t going to do anything to push Bel too far. She was too observant for that.
“Much better.” She said as Bel immediately stilled. As she listed her safeword and limits, Ainsley committed the information to her memory, though nothing she had planned fell in any of those categories, beyond maybe a spanking or two if Bel misbehaved. “Now, for my rules. You are always to address me with my title and you’ll speak only when spoken to. That said, I quite like the sounds my playthings make when they’re desperate for release, so I expect to hear each and every sound you make. You are to follow every order I give you  and you are not to cum without my permission. As much as I would hate for you to earn a punishment, I certainly wouldn’t mind seeing the pretty little ass all pink and flushed by my hand.” She paused, licking her lips and humming low in her chest at the thought. Refocusing, she bent down slightly, lifting Bel’s chin to look the other girl in the eyes. “I also find that the stoplight system is particularly effective, so if you need to slow down or you need a moment to breathe but you don’t want to stop the scene entirely, you can say ‘yellow’ and we can stop for the moment, okay? Your safety is the most important thing to me.”
Bel knew exactly how distracted she could get, so she made sure to pay especially close attention to the rules laid out for her, not that it was hard to give Ainsley her full attention. She was already planning on using her title and only her title, but speaking only when spoken to or not cumming without permission were both going to be a little harder for Bel. At the mention of being spanked, Bel was sure her entire body was flush with the same tint of pink Ainsley just described. She wouldn’t misbehave on purpose, but she also wouldn’t mind being spanked a bit… Easily giving into the way her face was lifted upwards, Bel took in her next words but refrained from answering until it was her turn to speak. “Yes, Miss. I understand. Thank you.” She wanted to show her appreciation with more than just words. Not just her concern for Bel’s safety, but her willingness to do this for her. Bel figured, she could that by being as good a girl as she possibly could for Ainsley - to make it as pleasurable for her Domme for the night as it was going to be for her.
Ainsley felt high on Bel’s submission, enjoying her earnest response and focused expression. The flush that crawled up the other girls neck and filled her cheeks at the mention of being spanked and she grinned widely. “Very good.” Rubbing her thumb over the other girl’s still pink cheek, she straightened up, taking a step back, her hands resting on her hips before she spoke. “Go ahead and stand up, beautiful. And remember, do try to stay still, won’t you?” She quipped, adding the last bit with a teasing smirk. She had no doubt that the stillness would be the hardest part for a free spirit like Bel, and she was curious to see how long the other girl could last. “Lace your hands behind your head so I can get a good look at you and keep your back nice and straight for me.” She added after Bel was back on her feet, stepping closer and letting her hands trail lightly over her bare skin. “Oh, you are going to be so much fun to play with.” She murmured, more to herself than anything.
Bel rose to her feet as soon as the order was given, not wanting to waste any of their time together. She couldn’t help but smile at the added instruction of keeping still, but still placed the reminder in the forefront of her mind. She laced her fingers behind the back of her head trying not to think about the fact that she’s never been this exposed to anyone before, even if she still had her underwear on. Ainsley’s room wasn’t particularly cold, but the sudden loss of warmth that circulated within her body when she was kneeling was gone and it showed in the way goosebumps formed on her skin and the way her nipples hardened. Or maybe that second part was due more to the anticipation of Ainsley’s touch. Her back was straight and her feet were a shoulder width apart as brown eyes settled on the the other girl’s face. There were certain changes that she witnessed in Ainsley as she shifted to being her Dominant and not just her friend. Her presence was more authoritative even if there was still a small glint of playfulness in the air.
The dynamic in the room shifted entirely as Bel got to her feet. Any hesitation Ainsley might have had disappeared as the other girl followed her orders swiftly and without any major signs of discomfort or displeasure. Circling the other girl, she admired the other girl’s body entirely unapologetically. “I have to admit. I’ve been dying to know what you’ve been hiding under your clothes since the first time I saw you.” She could feel more than see the goosebumps that were rising up over Bel’s skin as she let her hands travel the expanse fo smooth skin, wanting to allow the other girl familiar with her touch, before coming back to stand in front of her. Ainsley rested her hands on Bel’s hips, her thumbs rubbing small circles that ran from the her hip bones to the top of her panties and back. “As cute as you look in just your underwear, I think those’ll go next. But first, let’s move into the bedroom, because my bed is much better than a couch for the things I have planned for you.”
There was a hitch in her breath at Ainsley’s confession. While something like that used to make her want to hide herself, having it come from the other girl had the opposite effect and it showed in the way her posture improved even more. Bel tensed when she felt soft touches on her skin and she couldn’t help but sink her teeth into her bottom lip. Her heart started pounding against her chest and she was sure it was going to push through and jump out when she felt her toy with the hem of her underwear. She wanted desperately to respond at the mention of what was to come, but all she could do was nod as her eyes tried to focus on the woman in front of her. Bel made a move to step, but stopped herself midway and slowed her breathing enough to finally form words. “Would you like me to walk into the bedroom, Miss? Or crawl?” She knew some Dominants had their preferences so she thought it better to ask than assume.
Ainsley could practically see the wheels spinning in Bel’s head as she spoke, and she was almost impressed when the other girl managed to stay quiet, as ordered. Smirking, she pulled at the edge of her panties, letting it land back with a snap. She knew this sort of thing was new to Bel, but she couldn’t resist teasing the girl a bit more. Ainsley felt a liquid heat pool in her middle at the shorter girl’s question, and she licked her hips, tilting her head slightly. It wasn’t something she’d considered before, but now that the idea had been brought up, she doubted she could get it out of her mind. “Definitely crawl.” She said, her pupils dilating as she moved to the side to allow Bel to lead the way, not willing to miss the fantastic view of her cute ass in the air as she crawled by. Once they were in her room, Ainsley gave her permission to stand and she gestured to the toys she had resting on her bureau. “Since we’re going with ograsm control as today’s theme, I thought I’d add a few options for a little later. I’ve got a strap on, a vibrating bullet, and a rabbit vibrator. Are those all fine with you?”
There was a small squeak of surprise as the band of her underwear snapped against her skin followed by a giant smile that couldn’t be controlled. At the confirmation to crawl, Bel dropped back to her hands and knees with no hesitation and followed the path to the bedroom, only standing when she was given permission to do so. She could feel Ainsley’s eyes on her and it did nothing for the slight tinge of pink across her body she couldn’t seem to get rid of. Not with the way the other girl was been looking at her. Bel had seen sex toys before, but never with the knowledge that they would be used on her. She could feel the anticipation in the form of a heavy pull in her gut and a tension in between her legs that she didn’t know how to explain. She wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have enough experience nor has she ever been with someone who had the experience to pull those kinds of reactions from her before. “Yes, Miss. Those are totally fine with me.” She could feel herself starting to get excited and that excitement was starting to boil over. Bel moved to crawl onto the bed, but stopped herself once more. “Where do you want me?”
Watching Bel crawl to her room was more of a turn on than Ainsley thought it would be, and she couldn’t help but hope that the other girl might slip up just so she’d have the chance to spank her. Licking her lips, Ainsley took in the expressions flashing across her face, the flush that seemed to permanently reside on her chest and in her cheeks, and the almost minute way she seemed to breathe a little deeper. Her own heart began to speed up as Bel began to move towards the bed without instruction, breathing out a quiet “fuck”, before her feet moved of their own accord and she stepped up behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer, and the other coming to turn Bel’s head to capture her lips with her own. The hand resting around Bel’s middle slipped down of its own accord, slipping just under the front of her panties to tease the sensitive flesh that was hidden just out of sight, wanting to get Bel as turned on as she felt. Forcing herself away, she moved her mouth to the other girl’s neck, nipping teasingly at the juncture, before pulling away. “On the bed, legs spread and hands above your head.”
When Bel heard the silent curse that left Ainsley’s lips she thought for sure she was going to be punished for moving without permission. So when she felt the other girl wrap her hand around her waist and turn her head she she could capture her lips in a kiss, Bel was more than a little surprised, though she didn’t mind it at all. Though the kiss was hard, Ainsley’s lips were softer than what she was used to when being kissed and she melted into it almost instantly. She was too focused on the kiss to feel the way Ainsley’s fingers started to slip down her torso, and it wasn’t until they were pushed into her underwear and her finger was firm against her clit that she realized it and it was met with the knee-jerk reaction of Bel dropping her head and letting out a loud moan. Her legs felt like jelly and she had to concentrate extra hard on keeping herself up as lips and teeth descended upon her neck. It took a moment for her to register Ainsley’s words and even when she did it took even longer to move her body. It felt as if the temperature of the room had risen a good ten degrees and her heart wouldn’t stop pounding against her chest. She was pretty sure all of the blood in her body was rushing to her head, but she still managed to do as she was told, turning around so she could lay on her back, spreading her legs and putting her hands above her head. She stopped midway however and pressed her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. “Should I take these off for you first, Miss?” She didn’t know where all of this newfound confidence was coming from, but it was a thing that was happening and she couldn’t help but give in.
The spike of arousal that had shot through her at the sound of Bel’s moan and the feel of the wetness growing between the other girl’s legs burned through her with an intensity she wasn’t expecting as she laid out on the bed. Ainsley’s eyes darkened as she moved closer, licking her lips subconsciously. “As tempting as that offer is, I think I’d like to do the honors myself.” She said, kneeling on the bed in between Bel’s spread legs. Inhaling deeply, she pressed a kiss just above the hem of her panties before sliding them down her long legs. Moving back to straddle the other girl’s hips, she gestured for the other Switch to sit up, Ainsley’s mouth moving to her neck as she made quick work of her bra. “Fuck, you’re better than anything my imagination could’ve come up with.” She murmured softly, “Now lay back for me, hands above your head. Remember the rules. No moving and I want to hear every sound that your body wants to give me.” her hands coming up to cup Bel’s breasts, teasing her nipples into hard points, before bringing her mouth down to suck one into her mouth revelling in the responses she drew out, before moving to give the other the same treatment. While she didn’t consider herself an especially possessive person, there was something absolutely intoxicating about knowing that she was the first woman to touch Bel this way, and it turned her on to no end. Moving back up to her mouth, she pressed their lips together demandingly, rubbing her silk covered breasts over Bel’s, knowing the sensation was bound to test the other girl’s self control.
There was a tremble in her body as Ainsley descended upon her and if the way the other girl inhaled as she did so wasn’t enough to, the kiss at the bottom of her belly was definitely enough to do her in. It was hard to concentrate when so many sensations were coming at her at once. There was a heat beginning to pool at the bottom of her belly and an air of lightheadedness that she wasn’t able to break away from. It was a haze that Bel assumed was akin to being drunk or being high and she wasn’t even completely nude yet. She lifted her legs as Ainsley pulled down her underwear and moved forward so that she could remove her bra. It was easy to follow her orders especially when she was looking at her the way she was and she was telling her things like ‘you’re better than anything my imagination could’ve come up with’. With her hands above her head and Ainsley straddling her, staying still seemed like an easy task, but she realized how mistaken she was as soon as her hands brushed against her nipples. Still she fought like crazy to stay still tried instead to react with sounds, which was a lot harder than she anticipated it would be. Nothing but incoherent sounds and moans left Bel’s mouth, as words were far too hard to produce with Ainsley’s mouth around her nipples. She bucked her hips forward, unable to contain the movement and when their lips were touching and the fabric of her shirt brushed against her already sensitive nipples, there was no controlling the way her hips bucked forward once more and the way her arms wrapped around Ainsley’s neck. How it was possible for her to want more when it already seemed like too much was beyond her.
The sounds Bel made were addictive, and only served to tempt Ainsley tease her a bit more, the hand not holding her up coming around to toy with her pert nipples. While she knew she wasn’t quite playing fair, she couldn’t help it, grinning into the kiss as Bel’s arms came to rest around her neck. She was almost tempted to let it go a few moment’s longer until she felt the other girl’s hips begin to roll up, despite the weight that rested on them. Pulling back, she tutted lightly, her hands sliding into Bel’s to push them back down above her head. “Now, now, Jezebel, I thought we agreed on my rules?” Holding them loosely with one hand, she sat back, a smirk came to her face as she considered her next move. She wasn’t normally so strict, at least when it came to scenes for fun, but she’d been dying to take the other girl over her knee, and now she had the perfect justification to do so. “Unfortunately, you will have to be punished. After all, if I don’t set the precedent now, you might think that you can do whatever you want.” Shifting her body to the side, she had to stifle the groan of displeasure that threatened to slip out at the lack of contact reminding herself that it would be worth it. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she turned her head and raised a brow. “Over my lap, naughty girl. Don’t make me ask you again.” Her voice brooked no room for argument. “You’ll get ten spanks for your unfortunate lack of control. I expect you to count each one, and do try to remember my title. I’d would so hate to add a few more as a penalty.” Ainsley drawled, her tone making it very clear that she didn’t mind the thought of adding a few extra spanks in the slightest.
Bel missed the contact as soon as Ainsley pulled away and she instantly regretted not following her rules, which were actually very simple. There was a small push back, just because she wanted to stay close to Ainsley, but not enough to keep her arms from being guided back above her head. There was a small pout that covered an underlying smirk as Ainsley scolded her. She had every intention of following all of Ainsley’s rules - she did want to be a good girl after all, but she couldn’t really be mad about the way her full name sounded in Ainsley’s stern voice and the smirk on her the other girl’s face. “Yes, Miss. totally understand.” She bit at her bottom lip and waited for Ainsley to move to the edge of the bed before following her and laying over her lap as instructed. There was still a playfulness in the air and Bel stuck her ass up as much as she could in her position and switched it from side to side to ensure it stayed that way. She pressed her forehead into the mattress and waited for her punishment. At the first strike, she counted as loud as possible. “One, Miss!”
“Am I detecting sass in your tone?” Ainsley asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at the overemphasized word. “Because I’ve got you all night, you know.” As Bel adjusted herself over her knee, her ass high in the air, Ainsley bit her lip. “Remember, as fun as this will be for me, if you don’t learn your lesson, you won’t be rewarded because only good girls get rewards.” Resting her left hand between Bel’s shoulder blades, she brought her right hand down with a smack, enjoying the slight sting in her hand and the pink tint that immediately stained the other girl’s pale cheek. The reaction the first spank garnered had Ainsley nodding in approval as Bel counted loudly and clearly as she was instructed. “Good girl. Only nine left.” Without warning, she brought her hand down three more times in quick succession, the sounds of skin colliding with skin echoing through the room. Listening intently to the sound the other girl was making, her eyes searching for any signs of major distress or concern. For as much fun as she might be having, she didn’t want to push the other girl too hard if she wasn’t ready. “What color, Bel?”
There was definitely a small hint of sass in her tone, the playful banter that she was exchanging with the other girl was contagious and pulled her focus from her expectations for a moment. There was big part of her that longed to feel Ainsley’s firm hands on her backside. Physical punishment was not something she had much experience with so she let her curiosity get the best of her, though it probably should have had the opposite effect on her. The mention of not getting a reward caught her attention however, and she decided that playing around was not worth that. “Two! Three! Four!” Bel kept her ass perked up, even of there was the temptation to lower it after the initial sting started to settle in her skin and create a sensitivity she’d never felt before. Though that very same sting was causing the tension between her legs to grow. Maybe pain like this was less of a soft limit and more of a kink. It took her a moment to register the following question, but she remembered her earlier instructions and responded eagerly with an eager, “Green, Miss.” As a way to solidify her words, she pushed her ass up against Ainsley’s hand, prompting her to continue.
Tutting once more, Ainsley shook her head, sliding her left hand into Bel’s hair and giving a tug. “I don’t know. You keep forgetting my title, Jezebel. It kind of makes me think you want me to get you all worked up, aching and desperate, only to leave you unsatisfied. Especially since you remembered the proper way of counting the first time.” Ainsley wasn’t sure if the other girl had been confused about her wording, or if she was testing her resolve as a domme, but she wasn’t going to question the reason that she got to add a few extra spanks. For whatever reason, bending a beautiful girl over her knee always turned her on beyond belief, and this time was no exception. Especially after Bel responded to her check in by pushing her ass further into the hand that was resting on her rapidly warming backside.  “For the sake of your education, I think we’ll just have to start all over again. Do you think you can be a good girl for me and count properly, this time? Or am I going to get to turn this pretty little ass cherry red?” Feeling a bit generous, she gave Bel a little more time in between each strike, wanting to level out her chances of earning a reward this time around.
While Bel purposefully wanted to play with Ainsley, because it was fun to play sassy and she wanted to see how much she could get away with, not counting the way she was asked to was definitely not on purpose and she inwardly scolded herself. Dropping her head to the bed, she kept the reminder in the forefront of her mind, nodding and responding with a muffled, “yes, Miss.” It reminded her of when she was little and she wanted nothing more than to play with her parents and while it was okay for a bit, Bel could never gauge when she needed to be serious again. Her reward seemed to be slipping away from her and she was going to avoid that at all costs. It was really time to buckle down and be a good girl for Ainsley, enough playing for the time being. Bel was tempted to see how much of Ainsley’s heavy hand her ass could take, but decided that she wouldn’t push the Domme anymore, at least for the time being. “One, Miss. Two, Miss. Three, Miss…” By the sixth strike, Bel had the urge to pull her ass back as the spankings turned her skin more sensitive with each strike, but even then, she couldn’t stop the small moan that that reverberated within the blankets against her mouth.
“That’s a good girl.” Ainsley’s voice was a little softer this time, her left hand gently stroking up and down Bel’s spine comfortingly. The second time around, the other girl followed her orders near perfectly, and Ainsley felt herself subconsciously puff up with pride as she counted out the sixth strike. She was about to ask for a color when her ears picked up the faintest muffled moan, and instead decided to forgo her check for the moment. Ainsley flexed her hand, admiring the fruits of her labor, before delivering the last four, pleased with Bel’s behavior and relishing in the barely audible sounds she made with every hit. “Much better. Though, I’d say you enjoyed that punishment more than you ought to have. Still, that does open an awful lot of doors for the future. But for now, go ahead and lay back on the bed again, arms up and legs spread.” Once the other Switch was in position, Ainsley retrieved the bullet and the strap on, setting the strap on aside for the moment, and warming the bullet in one hand as the other began to tease at Bel’s entrance. “I’m going to use you for my pleasure, but first, I’m going to put this in you and turn it on while you fuck me with that clever mouth of yours. Though, if you’re not comfortable with that, your fingers will do just fine.” The bullet slipped in with ease, and Ainsley turned it on to the lowest setting. “One rule, this time. You absolutely may not cum without permission.” She said firmly as she slip off her underwear, before straddling Bel’s face. While she knew the other girl didn’t have much experience, she was clever, and Ainsley was so turned on, she was sure it wouldn’t take much from Bel to get her off. “Time to earn that reward, beautiful.”
As much as she was enjoying the mixed sensations of pleasure and pain, Bel was relieved when the last strike was given and she relaxed a bit at the comforting way Ainsley’s hand stroked up and down her spine. She couldn’t help but smile at the praise that was given to her and at the next set of orders, she moved into position, slightly wincing as the very sensitive skin of her ass brushed against the covers under her. Slowly she put all of her weight on it, then spread her legs and lifted her hands to rest above her head, brown eyes watching Ainsley the entire time. Bel was so fixated on the strap on that was moved out of the way that she completely missed what Ainsley was doing with the vibrator. The moan that followed the bullet being pushed into her entrance was involuntarily loud as was the heavy breaths that followed. She’d never felt anything like it before. Even though it wasn’t a rule anymore, Bel still tried to remain perfectly still as she concentrated on Ainsley’s words. Before she knew it, she was straddling her face and Bel was intoxicated by the scent that hovered over her. Tentatively, she swiped her tongue up Ainsley’s slit, testing the waters and relishing in the taste that it provided by moaning against the flesh. With each stroke of her tongue, she became more confident and while her movements were erratic, they had purpose as she went back and forth between sucking on the clit and tongue fucking her entrance. All the while finally giving in and moving her hips in reaction to the way the bullet was shaking inside of her.
Ainsley bit her lip, stifling a moan as Bel worked her tongue and lips on her aching pussy, one hand clutching at the headboard while the other kept the remote in a vice grip. “Fuck, yes,” She breathed out, her body tensing and relaxing in response to the other girl’s ministrations. While hesitant at first, it wasn’t long before Bel’s movements became firmer and more confident, pulling low groans and murmurs of praise as she began to roll her hips in search of more friction. She felt a slight shift in the body under her, and turned her head to find the source, smirking as she watched Bel’s hips roll and shift in search of friction they wouldn’t find. The knowledge that the other girl was that turned on, mixed with the sounds below her had Ainsley dangerously close, and she let out a cry of pleasure at the feeling of her clit being sucked into a hot, eager mouth. It was only as she brought a balled fist to her mouth, biting down on her knuckles distractedly, that she remembered the remote in her hand. Pooling what was left of her concentration, she pulled her shirt over her head, not wanting her view obstructed as she suddenly began to fiddle with the remote, turning up the intensity just enough to surprise Bel, but not enough to push her over the edge. Grinning wickedly, she turned lowered the intensity once more, giving the other girl a moment to collect herself. “Focus, Jezebel. I’m so close.” She tapped out a nonsensical pattern with the remote, altering the intensity of the vibrator erratically as she spoke, her voice low and heady. “Be a good girl and make me cum, and I promise I’ll take care of you.”
The sounds Ainsley was making combined with the way she rolled her hips into her mouth did something to her confidence that nothing else could have done. Bel relished in the reactions she was able to extract from the girl above her and she grew lightheaded at the prospect of being able to provide someone else with pleasure of any kind. It was a feeling she was not going to forget. The sudden shift in the intensity of the vibrator threw her off and in a moment of being stunned, her mouth fell lax around Ainsley’s sex as a violent moan erupted from her chest. If it kept on like that, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to hold off her orgasm, but as it fell back to a gentle buzz, she was able to return to her previous task with more concentration than before, especially with Ainsley’s words falling onto her from above. Remembering the soft moans she received when her mouth was wrapped around her clit, Bel returned to doing that as her hands balled into a fist. The sensations from the vibrator was starting to be too overwhelming, but she remained focused on Ainsley, wanting nothing more than to feel her fall apart from her doing.
The look of determination on the other girl’s face as the bullet’s intensity dropped was turning her on to no end, and once her efforts were redoubled on her clit, it was only a matter of time before she lost control. Letting out a hoarse scream, Ainsley grasped the headboard even tighter as her orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning, warming her from the inside out and it was by sheer force of will that she managed to maneuver herself to kneel beside Bel, her vision blurry and her breath still coming in heavy pants. Despite the intense release she’d achieved, the sight of Bel, still laid out like she’d been instructed, but her body twitching and her lips covered in Ainsley’s cum, sent her into her second wind. Licking her lips, she knelt between Bel’s legs, finally turning the the vibrator off, carefully easing it out and setting it to the side. Taking a moment to admire Bel’s swollen sex, inhaling deeply as she traced her outer lips teasingly. “You’ve been such a good girl. I’m going to put on that strap on and fuck you until you’re writhing and desperate for release.” She said, “But first, I want a taste of this pretty pussy. Remember, good girls don’t cum without permission.” A moment later her tongue was taking the place of her fingers, her movements light and playful. “You might be able to convince me to let you cum, though. I do so love to hear pretty girls beg.”
There was a feeling of absolute accomplishment as she witnessed Ainsley’s expression turn into that of pure ecstasy and felt the evidence of it smear onto her face. As the other Switch moved from being on top of her, she licked up the juices around her mouth, relishing in the taste of her achievement. She did that and her heart swelled at the prospect of being able to bring someone else that kind of pleasure. She whined slightly at the loss of the dull pressure the vibrator was providing her, but as soon as she felt Ainsley’s fingers against her sex, she welcomed the change with the small moan she emitted and the way she pushed into the other girl’s touch. At the mention of the strap on, her inside walls flexed in anticipation and her while pussy began to throb at the thought of Ainsley’s mouth on her. There was a yelp from Bel when her mouth made the first contact and she pulled away slightly at the sheer intensity of it. Bel was extremely worked up and the simple tough was almost too much. Almost. “Yes, Miss. I promise I won’t cum without your permission.” Her hips jerked forward with each playful stroke of Ainsley’s tongue as the pull in her lower abdomen became more prominent. While she imagined needing something harder and faster to reach the edge, Bel realized that wasn’t the case, she’d been worked up enough that it didn’t take much at all. The only time she’d ever felt an orgasm was at her own touch, in which she would always allow herself to give into her orgasm. Having to hold it off was not something she was confident she could do but she also refused to break any more of Ainsley’s rules. “Oh please, Miss I’m so- I’m so so close. Miss, please. Please let me cum. Please? I don’t think I can stop myself.”
The first touch of her tongue against Bel’s wet heat had Ainsley letting out a moan from deep in her chest and she relished in the sharp cry the other girl let out, her body twisting. As soon as she heard the other girls words, she thrust her two fingers into her tight channel to make sure she would be ready for the strap on, groaning as she felt Bel’s inner muscles clenching and releasing around her. One hand came up to rest across her middle while her tongue teased at her clit. Keeping her touches light, it wasn’t long before Bel was begging, and as much as Ainsley didn’t want to, she pulled away, pressing a kiss just below her belly button as she slipped her fingers out. “Almost, good girl.” Moving off the bed and cutting all contact was its own brand of torture, but she knew it would help Bel regain a little control, while giving her the space to slide the harness up her legs and situate the strap on comfortably. A wicked grin came to Ainsley’s face as she gazed down at the other girl, still spread and absolutely dripping. “You’ve been a very good, Jezabel. Now, I want you to flip over and get up on all fours for me and you’ll get your well deserved reward.” Ainsley gave a satisfied grin as she did as she was told, before crawling over Bel’s form and rubbing the strap on against her aching pussy. While she knew the other girl was more than ready, she wanted to be sure, and rubbed the strap on against her, getting it nice and wet while she nipped and sucked at her neck, making sure there would be a mark left for the next few days. “Remember, no cumming without my permission. And I want to hear every plea and moan.” A moment later she plunged into Bel’s pussy, her thrusts deep and pace unrelenting as she licked and nipped along her shoulders and spine.
Bel missed Ainsley’s mouth and fingers as soon as she pulled away and it was evident in the small whine that escaped her lips. On the other hand, she was thankful for the small break because she was sure if she hadn’t pulled away, Bel would have been cumming, with or without permission. Her body continued to tremble at the prospect of what was coming next. At Ainsley’s next instructions, it took no time at all for her to flip over onto her hands and knees. She pressed her ass back into the Switch behind her, hissing at the contact she got from the strap on. That alone mixed with the way Ainsley was nipping and sucking at her neck more than prepared her for when the toy was finally pushed into her. There was slight pain since it had been a long time since she’d been filled as much as she currently was, but after a few thrusts, the pain subsided and she was able to give into the sole pleasure of it. The strap on was providing her different sensations than the ones provided by the vibrator or Ainsley’s tongue and fingers. It wasn’t the growing pressure that she was used to, instead it was a sporadic spike of pleasure every time the strap on was deep inside her, hitting a spot that was directly beneath her belly button. Each spike resulted in Bel crying out incoherent sounds, which she meant to be a desperate plea for more, though she wasn’t sure what she needed more of. “More, Miss, please!” She managed to croak out as her toes curled below her and her head pressed against the pillow beneath her.
Ainsley knew she was being a little rougher with Bel than she had intended, but despite her orgasm earlier, she was already on the edge again, and her body had a mind of its own. The sounds the smaller girl made were intoxicating, and every whimper and moan had her thrusting harder and faster, trying to find the right angle to have Bel screaming her name. Supporting her weight on one hand, the other slipped own to tweak one of Bel’s nipples, before continuing down to her clit, drawing out a few more delicious sounds from the smaller girl. Ainsley felt the other girl’s muscle clamp down, providing more resistance and she moaned at the sensations they caused as the strap on moved against her clit. As soon as Bel’s pleas reached her ears, she knew the girl couldn’t hold on any longer, “Cum, Bel. Now.” As soon as she said the words, she gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time she rubbed her swollen clit. Ainsley almost came on the spot from the sounds Bel made alone. Her inner muscles clenching against the toy as she tensed up, finally allowed to have the release that had been building up the entire night. But Ainsley wasn’t quite ready to let the other girl rest. As soon as she could, she began thrusting once more, prolonging Bel’s high, determined to draw out another orgasm from the smaller girl. Her pace was unrelenting as she pushed Bel, a little hard, her own release just out of reach. “Come on, good girl. I’m not done with you quite yet. Give me one more.” She said, her voice gravelly and strained as she pressed a kiss to Bel’s shoulder, the rhythm her hips set fueled entirely by sheer willpower. “One more time. Cum for me, Bel.”
There were so many sensations for Bel to concentrate on that after a while she gave up trying to do so and just gave in to the chaos of it all. She lost control of her body as soon as Ainsley picked up the pace and her hand moved around her to tweak at her nipples and her clit. She was throbbing all over and the blood rushing to her head made it almost impossible to hear anything the other Switch was saying. As hard as it was, however, she clearly heard the order for her to cum and while she didn’t personally have any control over that, as soon as Ainsley’s fingers rubbed against her clit, she felt the knot in her stomach that tightened before it exploded throughout her body. Bel shook violently  in the aftermath, lightheaded and short of breath. All she wanted to do was collapse down into the bed but it seemed as if Ainsley had other plans and Bel was too tired to fight it. Her body was still sensitive in it’s recovery from her previous orgasm and it didn’t long at all for her to reach her peak a second time and while she made almost no sounds the first time she came, it definitely wasn’t the case the second time around. “Oh my God, Miss. I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.” Her body was shattered a second time and she shook uncontrollably in Ainsley’s arms sure that if she wasn’t being held, she would have collapsed straight into the bed. Her legs continued to shake as she came down from her high, cum dripping between her legs, but all Bel could concentrate on was the pounding in her ears and the stars she saw behind her eyes.
For a moment, Ainsley was worried that she had pushed things too far, but then Bel was shaking against her, crying out as she pulled another orgasm from her already spent body. The sensation Bel writhing against her, mixed with the sounds of the other girl’s cries, quickly triggered her own orgasm, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to let her muscles give out. Her release burned through her setting ever nerve on fire and expletives tumbled from her lips as her she ground her hips against Bel’s own until her body finally began to calm. Pressing a kiss to the damp skin between the smaller girl’s shoulder blades, Ainsley loosened her grip to allow Bel to rest more fully on the bed, before carefully withdrawing the strap on. She gently cupped her center, her touch light and protective as she murmured words of comfort and praise into her ear. “You did such good job, Bel. I’m so proud of you.” Keeping as much contact as she could, she unstrapped the harness from her hips with her free hand, setting the toy to the side as she pulled the Bel against her front and curled around her. She was glad she’d had the forethought to leave a few waters and a power bar in her side table so that she wouldn’t have to move very far, when Bel was ready for them. Resting her head in the crook of Bel’s neck, one arm wrapped around her middle, while the other tenderly traced out nonsensical patterns on the other girl’s thigh. “Hey there, beautiful. Do you think you can drink some water for me?” Ainsley asked after a few more minutes had passed. While she knew Bel would need some time to recover, she also knew it wouldn’t be long until her body started craving hydration and calories.
It took a moment for Bel to catch her breath and for her to regain control over her body. At Ainsley’s release, she fell into the bed, unable to fix herself and her face remained pushed into the mattress until she felt Ainsley’s arms wrap around her and pull her against her body. In this position, Bel was able to breathe better and finally allow her body the chance to relax, but she was still unable to open her eyes. Exhausted wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how she was feeling. Completely spent was probably better but even that did nothing to describe the dryness in her mouth and the aches in her muscles. Things were out of focus and all she wanted to do was go to sleep. She relished in the comfort Ainsley’s closeness brought her and if she could, she would have curled herself up into an even smaller ball so she could feel completely covered by Ainsley. There was proud smile at Ainsley’s words that despite her rocky start, she was able to make Ainsley happy with her performance. She didn’t know how much she needed to hear those words until they were provided to her. “Thank you, Miss.” Ainsley’s soft breathing mixed with the way she was tracing patterns on her skin was enough to lull Bel into a gentle sleep so when it was interrupted with talk about water, she pouted slightly, shaking her head. “Can I drink when I wake up, Miss? I just wanna sleep.” Bel curled her body as much as she could, pressing back into the girl behind her and hiding her face in her hands.
Ainsley was incredibly proud at how well Bel had done for her first scene, and her chest swelled with pride. Though she was relatively inexperienced, she had done her best, and more than deserved to be cuddled and allowed to rest. However, while Ainsley was loathe to disturb Bel, she knew she wouldn’t be a responsible Domme if she let the smaller girl pass out without any kind of nourishment for her spent body. “I need you to at least have some water, my good girl. Can you do that for me?” Keeping one hand on the other Switch and their legs tangled together, she shifted away to reach into her side table drawer, fishing out a water and the power bar. “Come on, my gorgeous girl. Just a couple of sips for me and then we’ll rest.” Propping herself up a bit, she twisted the cap off and held it to Bel’s lips, trying to coax her into drinking. “There’s my good girl. Just a few more sips and then we’ll sleep.” Once Bel had had a few mouthfuls, Ainsley took a long sip herself, before setting the bottle aside and easily maneuvering them both under the blankets, curling around her once more. She knew that Bel needed the physical contact, but if she was being honest, she needed it too. There was something about the other switch that made her extra protective of her and, though she didn’t know what it was, she knew that there was something about Bel that was special. Pulling her as close as she could, Ainsley pressed a sweet kiss to her shoulder, her arms wrapped around Bel’s small frame and relishing in her sheer presence, as her own exhaustion set in.
She was content to just fall asleep exactly how she was and while she had a strong urge to keep telling Ainsley no, there was an affection she felt for her and an even bigger desire to please the other Switch. She opened her eyes, though slightly squinting at the light and pushed herself up just as Ainsley did so she could sip some of the water that was pushed to her lips. Instantly, her mouth felt better and so did her head. She took a few more gulps, relishing in the taste before smiling at the other girl and offering a small, “thank you, Miss.” She was comfortable wrapped in the other girl’s arms and even more so with the blanket covering their bare bodies. As comfortable as she was, however, it wasn’t enough. Not until she shifted and turned around in Ainsley’s arms to face her. In her new position, she tucked her head beneath the other girl’s chin and curled into her, feeling completely covered and protected. Small, just how she liked it. There was so much she wanted to say to Ainsley, how much she enjoyed herself and how thankful she was that she made her first real scene experience such a good one, but all she was able to do in her current state was press a small kiss to Ainsley’s collar bone and murmur a soft, “g’nite, Miss,” before losing herself completely to sleep.
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So I Finally Flashed A Custom Rom On To My Mi 9T
I wrote about my experience with the Mi 9T. And there I could see the problems with Mi 9T but the phone was so good I wanted to ignore them. But they finally bothered me enough that I had to switch. Specifically these were the problems:
No notifications on the lock screen
The phone app would not close immediately after hanging up which would drive me crazy
Not being notified of calls on my Mi Band 4. SMS would work for whatever reason. But not calls. (Turns out this was a problem with the band, not MIUI. Just had to factory reset the band and it started working)
Notification spam (not ads, but annoying 'cleaner' notifications)
So I had quite a few problems when flashing a custom ROM. So I'd like to share those with you now in the hopes someone reads this and learns something.
Flashing TWRP
So I started to follow this guide. I say started because half way through it stopped working. Specifically the command fastboot reboot recovery. Turns out this command does not exist. I don't know if ADB removed this command after this guide was written but looking at fastboot reboot --help shows the only reboot commands are fastboot reboot bootloader (which I haven't tried but apparently boots you to fastboot which you should already be at so it's useless) and fastboot reboot emergency which boots the phone into EDL mode which appears to be not what I want.
I originally though this was a problem with the version of TWRP I was running because apparently there was some complicated chart about which TWRP you can use with which rom. So I used this TWRP from mar-on-o-fry-o. Or is that free-o? Anyways this is the Mi 9T rom which is codenamed 'Davinci'. There is a very similar TWRP by the same dev for 'Raphael'. That is for the Mi 9T Pro. They're different. The Mi 9T Pro one will not work for a Mi 9T and presumably vice versa.
So how do we get over the fastboot reboot recovery issue? Well, it's simple. We have to boot into recovery without using fastboot. Easy enough. Except not really. Because if you accidentally boot into MIUI it will revert the recovery back to stock. Bye bye TWRP. So that shouldn't be too hard. Oh, did I forget to mention when you exit fastboot the phone will automatically boot into MIUI? So, yeah. Pretty annoying. The solution is from fastboot to hold down the power and volume up button and keep holding it down until you see TWRP. Do not release when you see the Mi logo. That is a trick.
So that was a long convoluted process to install TWRP. But once you have TWRP everything is easy. What's that Linus quote? "With enough TWRP all bugs are shallow." Yeah, something like that.
Also when it says in the guide to 'format data' you actually have to do that step. It's not like some optional extra bit.
Havoc OS 2.9
So I installed Havoc OS 2.9. And I hated it. The fingerprint sensor was so bad it would only work like once in every 20 tries. And it would constantly flicker the brightness when trying to scan my fingerprint for some reason. But after a while of using it, it calmed down. (Although the brightness still occasionally flickers). I realized that the way you have to deal with the fingerprint sensor is to train it at maximum brightness. Then it will work reliably. Now it's even better than MIUI if I say so myself. It works every time. Like literally every time - even when my finger is slightly wet (although after extended use its reliability seems to be closer to 95-99%). And it's fast too.
Although that fingerprint icon (which appears on the lockscreen and ambient display) has a few problems. For instance when you lock the phone you can see it appearing for some reason and when you unlock the phone it jumps by like 1 pixel. Weird. Then there's Google Camera which I had trouble getting running. Eventually I installed this one called 'PMGC_7.0.009_Astrophotography_Version_V7.apk' from this thread which appeared to work.
Some other problems: there's is no quick settings toggle for automatic brightness. Which can be annoying as the automatic brightness keeps on changing in low brightness situations. Oh, also the quick settings at the top when you swipe down (when you see notifications and before it's expanded) displays a minimum of 7 icons. This was something that also bugged me in MIUI too. It's just so busy. Well, now I only have 5 icons total in the quick settings panel so that's how I deal with it. And the colours look a bit oversaturated at the normal mode. Not a lot, not enough to be bothersome. But it looks a bit weird.
Also one thing that I really started noticing is the vibration motor. It's really bad. I noticed it before but it wasn't that much of a problem because it rarely triggered. But for some reason whenever you have to go home, back, or to recents Havoc has to trigger it. And it is hella annoying. It hardly vibrates the phone at all and makes a ton of noise. It's the worst vibration motor I've ever had in a phone. Even worse than my Mi A1. I'm tempted to just disable it but the most granular control I can do is disable it for all touches which apparently means 'everything except calls' which is a little extreme.
Also the navigation options are... sub par. Havoc has stock navigation gestures. Which means that pill thing. It has pie and this new one that's like the pill I've never seen before. Also OnePlus gestures although there's no animation so I found it hard to use them. So I ended up installing this app called FNG. It stands for Fluid Navigation Gestures (not F**king New Guy) and was made by Francisco Barroso. Not the guy behind the Franco kernel, that's another guy. Man, there are a lot of developers named Francisco. At least more than you'd expect. Anyways it works surprisingly well. It has quite a lot of things you can do: swipe up from the left, right, and center, swipe left, and swipe right. You can even disable vibration on the navigation gestures. There's even an option to not need duplicate swipes when exiting a full screen app which I've complained about before. The only problem is it makes it harder to tap buttons on the edges of the screen. But that's always a problem with these navigation gestures.
Next up I really like the 'revert settings' icon. Basically when you touch a slider you get the revert icon. And if you tap on it you get the default value. You have to tap and hold to revert it back to default. A nice touch. And also I think the notifications have been redone. They're pretty nifty min-toasts. I also like how it has the 'expanded screenshots'. Basically it'll automatically scroll and take screenshots of the entire page. This is the first time I used it and it's really cool mostly because the process is fully automated. It's triggered when you take a normal screen shot and choose 'expand'.
So the customizations. Most of them are under the option Havoc Settings - Wreak Some Havoc. Which, I mean, is not the worst pun you could have made. Still pretty bad though. And there are a ton of options here. More than any other rom I've tried. Although some - maybe even most - are a bit unnecessary (I don't even know what they do) and many of them require a soft reboot to use.
And there's a few inconsistencies such as the fact that there's an ambient display and an always on display. Don't know why they don't just combine them. Especially as each one has a separate quick settings toggle. Also some options like the ambient display exist in two places. One in Havoc settings and on in Display. I'm using the one in Display because its raise to display notifications is faster for some reason.
Also another one is double tap to wake vs double tap to enter ambient mode. Speaking of double tap to wake it does not work out of the box. Apparently you need to use a Magisk module to get it to work. Magisk definitely did not exist in my Mi 9T days. Basically it's sort of like Root and Xposed rolled up into one and it works pretty well. So I just installed the module and everything started working.
But most of the customizations are pretty standard although comprehensive. Just keep in mind the required one is 'Statusbar padding' which you definitely have to use because the default padding of 0 is ugly. I use 12. And you can adjust the lock screen shortcuts which I missed in other roms. There's also smart charge (charge to max 80%). I haven't seen this since I had a netbook and found the option in the bios. Don't know why people don't include this setting more often. Also noteworthy is that there are a ton of 'recents options. Or that's 'multitasking switcher' if you're so inclined. I'm currently using slim which displays all the apps on the right and some have previews. Pretty nifty.
Oh, also there's an option to increase the number of volume steps. It's under 'buttons' for some reason. It's pretty useful especially as the default media sound is way too loud.
So how does it compare with MIUI? I'm not really sure. I mean, the only real reason I flashed this rom was because I wasn't getting notifications on my Mi Band 4. But apparently that wasn't related to MIUI.
So it doesn't do as much nonsense like hiding notifications on the lockscreen. But there are some things about MIUI I miss. Key among them is that there's a fingerprint icon which appears as you turn off the screen in MIUI. You can technically do the same thing in Havoc with the always on display but it's just not the same. It's just not as sensitive to moving the phone as MIUI and it's way too bright.
But this rom has a lot of features. More than MIUI. But it's not very stable. I mean, it's stable enough, but there are some annoyances I have. I think I'm going to keep this rom because it's not that much better or worse than MIUI. At least until a stable Android 10 rom is released with working bluetooth and does not require you to dirty flash over MIUI 11 with Android 10.
Edit:
Here's my thoughts on Havoc 2.9 for the Mi 9T in list view.
Likes:
Revert settings option
Charge to 80%
Granular volume controls
There's a neat little charging animation. MIUI's would take up the whole screen if the phone was off which is a bit annoying.
Neat toast animation
Scrolling screenshots
Slim recents
Fast fingerprint reader (perhaps even faster than MIUI)
Annoyances:
No autobrightness toggle
Too many icons in notification shade settings
Gestures navigation is disappointing (no animations for them)
Doesn't pad notifications by default
Bugs:
Double tap to wake does not work without a Magisk module
Upon viewing certain websites the selfie camera will pop out. MIUI did this to but the camera would immediately retract. Havoc does not retract the camera forcing me to go into the camera app and toggle selfie mode
In low brightness situations the autobrightness will sometimes (rarely) go back and forth between brightnesses ever few seconds
Sometimes after turning on the screen it will be stuck at 100% brightness until the screen is turned off and on again. Very rare and easy to deal with though
Colours look a bit oversaturated and display options don't do anything but I got used to them
Screen flickers when using finger print sensor on lock screen for some reason (minor)
Fingerprint icon is visible when locking the phone and the screen off animation plays
Fingerprint icon shifts by about 1 pixel upon waking the phone (barely noticeable)
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DAY SIX
You wake up early in the morning to a sore throat. Though the arm that rests heavy on your waist and the breath that tickles the nape of your neck tempt you back to sleep, you can’t even swallow without wincing, and the only solution is a cool drink and some pain meds. 
Namjoon doesn’t react when you slip out from under him, sliding your pillow under his arm. He simply lets out a satisfied hum and curls it closer to him. Still, you dress in breathy silence, tiptoeing out and leaving the door open a crack for your return. 
Downstairs, the blinking numbers on the microwave read shortly before 6am and you groan. The chance of you getting any more sleep after this was slim.
You pour some water and swallow some basic pain meds with a sigh. If you were honest, quiet moments like this were rare. Past the glass sliding door which leads to the outdoor dining area, you can see glints of reddy golds and flaming orange, pooling between trees to warm the concrete patio. This villa was truly beautiful, and you knew you’d never stay in a place like it again. Not only the house itself but the company you shared was invaluable. All the guys had such a personality to them, and you were surprised at how quicky you’d grown accustomed to them all. Fond, too.
Yoongi’s thoughtfulness, Jungkook’s energy, Jin’s stability. Taehyung who was so giving and Hoseok who never let the mood falter. And more recently, Namjoon becoming more confident and Jimin revealing flecks of heart behind the stone facade. Everyone brought something to the villa that made it a truly magical place. You feel like you’d be happy even without the mind-blowing sex. As the elimination day draws painfully close, your stomach turns with the thought of turning someone away. Of removing them when they’d only just gotten settled. The Lady was the hardest job in the game in many ways. 
Finishing your glass, you set it in the sink with a wet clink and roll your shoulders, arching your back as the last of your sleep leaves you in a final yawn. You turn to leave, squeaking when you’re met with a solid body coming out of nowhere. 
“Woah- Jimin?” The last person you expected to be up so early, you cringe as your voice raises in disbelief.
The man in question grins, eyes twinkling even in the relative darkness of pre-dawn. “Going so soon?”
“I-” You find yourself at a loss of words, feeling caught somehow, and you clear your still-aching throat. “What are you doing up?”
“Looking for you, little mouse. Or did you forget I’m next in line?” He speaks as light and melodic as a music box, but his lips are twisted in a grin as his eyes roam over you, wearing the same clothes as last night. “Has our Namjoonie finally popped his cherry?”
The way he plays with every syllable has you feeling so vulnerable, so under his control, and your gaze falters, looking instead at his odd attire. Like he’d gotten up in a hurry, he’s wearing a mix of pyjamas and clothes. His legs are tightly clad in glossy faux leather, blacker than black, and his top half is a silk pyjama top, sinful red trimmed with black, and with only a single button done up in the middle of his torso, exposing his lower stomach and the top of his chest. You suck in a breath at the expanse of skin, and what looks like the black sliver of a...tattoo? 
“Cat got your tongue?” he questions, drawing your eyes back up as he licks his top lip slowly, purposefully.
“It’s none of your business,” you reply, cursing the way your voice catches throatily, clearly affected by him. “And if you’re going to take your turn, can we at least go somewhere a little more comfortable? It’s six in the fucking morning.”
Like a switch is flipped, his face darkens, the humour gone. You swallow the lump in your throat as Jimin’s mouth sours into a scowl, but you can’t deny the heat that pools between your legs at it too. “I knew it,” he announces, voice acidic. 
“Knew what?” Your fate sealed, a streak of confidence rises within you. You’d ruffled him. And every part of you is screaming to make him react again. 
His eyes are molten power as they focus on you. “Five days and you’ve already become a spoilt brat.”
Your mouth drops open. “Fuck you! It’s your job to fuck me.”
“Why should I fuck you when you haven’t done a thing to earn it?” Jimin takes a step forward and reflexively you back up. “You’re an ungrateful cockhungry slut, little mouse. If you want me, beg for it.” He takes another step and again, you shuffle back, heart picking up.
“I shouldn’t have to beg,” you counter, though your voice isn’t as firm as before. Jimin simply raises a brow, continuing to walk you further into the kitchen until your lower back strikes the countertop. You swallow again, wishing you weren’t so easily affected. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll just send you home.”
“You could,” he gives dismissively, lips twitching into a sneer at his following words, “but I don’t think you will. I don’t believe you’d send me home if I didn’t fuck you. Because you want to know how it feels.”
You bite your tongue, glaring up at him, at the way he’s so indifferent about it. “Fine. Then fuck me.” 
Jimin tuts reproachfully, his arms leaning forward to prop himself up on the bench behind you, caging you in. Your heart stops beating, the throb felt between your legs instead as he’s close enough to touch, his mouth close enough to kiss, not that you’d dare. “That isn’t begging,” he whispers in disapproval. 
“I don’t beg,” you insist, even as your hands clench, fighting the urge to touch him. 
Suddenly, the shadow over his face disappears, and he pushes up, creating some distance between you again. “It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he says airily, causing you to frown in confusion. “We aren’t at the begging stage yet. You know what you need first?”
You stare at him blankly, giving him a shake of your head. 
Jimin grins, and you swear you see his eyes flash. “Punishment.” 
“You can’t be serious,” you breathe, though instead of sounding offended as you intend, you just sound needy. Fuck Park Jimin and his iron grip on your arousal. 
His grin broadens like the Chesire Cat. “You’ve been very bad, little mouse. You’ve been demanding and impatient, you’ve used vulgar language and I seem to recall the night you interrupted my sleep because of how loud you were next door. I can’t let it slide,” he divulges with a solemn shake of his head, like your poor behaviour pains him, “I just can’t.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say with a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t punish me like a child.”
“And that will be another one,” Jimin says instead, perfectly calm, rich blue hair catching the light as the sun continues to rise just outside. 
“Another what?” you fire back, beginning to tire of so much talk and so little action.
“Another spank,” he deadpans. Were it anyone else, any other situation, perhaps you would’ve laughed at it. Instead, you stare wide-eyed at the stoicism on his face. “That makes it five for swearing to me in this conversation alone, four for being impatient, and five for keeping me up that second night. Should we round it up to twenty?”
You stay silent for a moment, desperately trying to process it. You shake your head slowly. “You can’t make me,” you point out.
“Of course I can’t,” Jimin gives with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair as if to demonstrate how calm he is. Your eyes are magnetised by the silver rings that glint on his fingers, unable to keep yourself from imagining how they might feel on you. “You can always use your safeword, and I’ll respect it,” he continues. “But I doubt it. Whether you like to admit it, little mouse, you want this. You think I haven’t worked out that you a little pain with your pleasure?” He stands back, just a step, but the extra distance makes you feel suddenly unanchored, and you hate it. “I’m going to give you three seconds to turn around and bend over. If you don’t, I’ll walk away and you get nothing. If you take your punishment like a good girl, then we can talk.”
You huff, pressing your lips - and thighs - together in an effort to stay strong.
“One,” Jimin begins, eyes alight with bemusement. You don’t move, just sighing in annoyance again. “Two.”
Your incisors are clamped on your tongue so tightly you can almost taste blood as you glare intensely at his mouth. He draws it out cheekily, letting you wait painstakingly as he wets his lips and finally opens his mouth, the pink of his tongue pressing against his teeth as he-
Before you can process it, you’re flipping yourself around and pressing your upper chest against the counter, eyes squeezed shut in humiliation as Jimin begins to chuckle. 
It’s far too loud for the stillness of the early morning, and you muffle a sob in your forearm - not regret, but neediness. A week he’d deprived you, and the smug fucker was right: you’d take what you could get, and love it too. Blessedly, he doesn’t seem to notice the sound, the air filled instead with his triumphant peal of laughter at seeing you presenting yourself to him just like he knew you would. 
“Oh, little mouse,” he coos. “What would the others think if they saw you like this, hm? Bent over for me in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in.”
You take in an unsteady breath, feeling your pulse race with excitement as his fingertips - still cold from the morning air - slip under your waistband, as he painstakingly slides it down, revealing your ass. You let out a small whimper when the toe of his shoe catches your ankle, pushing to widen your legs apart. You bite your lip, cheeks heating, core heating even more. 
Jimin runs his palms flat over your bare ass and you hiss through your nose at how icy his rings feel. While his hands are smaller than those of other guys of the house, you feel no less under their control, shivering at the contact. “Was it twenty we agreed upon?” His tone is light, playful. He knows he’s got you, and one final burst of defiance bubbles up through your chest.
“Fuck you,” you spit. “Does that make it twenty-one?”
You’re jumping before you even feel the lacing of fire on your right cheek or hear the smack that echos in the room. You choke on a moan, unable to deny how the pain settles into a low-burning pleasure that adds to the wetness between your thighs.
From behind you, you hear Jimin sigh heavily and quickly, like he’s trying to calm himself. “I want you to count them,” he instructs, and you flinch as his hand comes down on you again, but this time his slaps are weak, light swats that warm your skin to prepare it. “Twenty starting now. Understood?”
You bite your lip, but pull yourself up a little to free your face, propping yourself up with your elbows. You feel so vulnerable like this, just your ass bared, legs spread and at his mercy, but all you can think of is feeling his hand on you again. Blearily, you nod, and a pleased hum comes from his throat, barely audible. 
Jimin makes you wait for it, holding the silence so that your ears strain, fighting the urge to glance ba-
You jerk with a shallow cry as your other cheek stings with his smack, core clenching. “One,” you announce quietly. With every moment of sunrise, the room gets lighter and lighter, and you squeeze your eyes shut at the thought of someone walking in on the two of you. Was that dread in your stomach or excitement?
He doesn’t speak, only smoothing the skin to cool it before laying another blow, waiting for you to call out a shaky “two.” He’s wearing at least three rings, and you can feel them, more unforgiving than his flesh and painfully ice cold. You wonder in the back of your mind if they’ll leave marks. You can’t help but hope they do. 
You’ve made it to eight strikes before your knees begin to shake slightly. Every lick of pain simultaneously hurts more on the raw skin of your ass, but pools as liquid pleasure between your legs faster as you grow accustomed to it. Your pussy aches for contact, and you arch your back after the ninth spank falls, presenting yourself to him even more in the hopes that he’ll be tempted, but Jimin just tuts in disapproval.
“Look at you, little mouse. Soaking after a few spanks. You love this, don’t you? No part of you can deny it anymore.” You pant and bite down hard on your lip, wanting so bad to beg for it. Still, you refuse. Jimin just hums at your attempt at stoic silence, amused more than anything. “Almost halfway. It’ll be over so soon, don’t you think? We should make the most of this.” 
You frown at his words, more so when you feel the heat of his body leave you. You crane your neck automatically, spine lifting to stand, but his voice freezes you. 
“Fucking face the front and keep position,” he seethes, “I never said you could move.”
You sink back down, widening your legs and lowering your chest so it rests on the edge of the countertop, eyes locked onto the splashback in front of you. With ears straining, you shudder at the sound of a drawer sliding smoothly open, and the various clinks and thuds that follow as he rummages. Once the drawer shuts again and Jimin returns, you can barely breathe, goosebumps breaking out on your thighs and arms. 
He pats something against you, then slowly runs it over the heated skin of your ass, the slight friction making you hiss. “Do you know what this is? Feel it.” He continues to brush it around slowly, and you wrack your mind. It’s not metal or plastic - the texture is a little too rough and it isn’t as cold as his rings were. You hiss when you feel it dip down between your thighs, too low to touch you were you need it most. The shape is a tall oval, flat on one side but concave on the other, and you let out a low moan, back arching lower as you work it out. Jimin laughs, bringing it back up to tap it teasingly on your cheek. “I think you do,” he remarks. “Shall we continue?”
You bite your lip but it can’t fully cover the needy moan that spills out. He’s really about to spank you with a wooden spoon, and you’re really dripping for it. “Ye-yes,” you gasp out, a cry ripped from your throat at the first hit. It’s far sharper on your skin than his hand, whistling through the air and landing with a resounding smack. The sting lasts longer too, almost like you can feel the exact outline of the spoon on your skin. “Fuck, ten.”
When Jimin speaks again, his voice is rich with sadistic amusement. “Do you like it, little mouse? You should see yourself. The outline of the spoon just now, the marks from my rings-” he drags a single nail down one of the aforementioned marks, and you keen, the raw pain sent straight to your core, “you mark so beautifully for me. This perky little ass of yours is so red, you know? Should we make it even redder?”
Without waiting for your answer, he lands three smacks in quick succession - right, left, right again. Your body’s instinct takes over and you pull your body forward, tucking your ass in as if to escape it, even as your core throbs with need and your nipples press stiffly against your shirt. 
Jimin won’t have it, though, and you moan in a low keen as he wraps an arm low over your hips and tugs you back down, pressing the middle of your back with the fist and clenches the spoon so that you arch beneath it, dropping down that hand to run his knuckles lightly over your abused skin. “Shh,” he hushes firmly, “we aren’t done here yet. If it’s too much for you, you know what to say.”
Your heart warms at his reminder of your safeword, but you have no intention of using it, already melting under the additional physical contact. Instead, you lean back into his grip, presenting yourself for more. 
You sense rather than see his grin, but it makes you shiver nonetheless as the amused breath escapes his nose, his cool fingers running over your flesh, thumb and pointer as the rest wrap around the stem of the wooden spoon. “Are you gonna count them then, little mouse?”
Your mouth drops open to answer, but you pause, having to really think back. “Mm, uh, twelve? Eleven?”
Jimin chuckles, returning to those light teasing pats of the wooden spoon, just to make your thighs shake. “Thirteen, actually,” he reveals in a rakish tone. “If you wanted more, you just had to ask.”
Before your brain can process a retort, the spoon comes down again, an audible thwack that jiggles the flesh of your ass with the force of it, and you keen, knees buckling for just a moment. The contrast of intense stimulation of the fiery skin on your ass and the complete neglect of your needy core is infuriating but addictive nonetheless. “Fuck, Jimin, fo-fourteen.”
You automatically suck in a breath in the sudden lull as Jimin rears his hand back, but the quiet reveals a different noise, the laughing and joking and thud-thud-thud of people coming down the stairs, and you’re choking on the air in your lungs, freezing as two familiar faces round the corner and come to a halt as they witness the scene you’re in. 
Your legs shiver but your core throbs still as Jungkook and Taehyung watch you wide-eyed, eyes dancing in unision from Jimin, to you, to your ass and the spoon in Jimin’s hand. The cheeks of your face are somehow hotter and redder than the others, but regardless you stay frozen in position, waiting for someone else to make a move.
Unsurprisingly, it’s Jimin who speaks up first, the only one of you four unbothered. “She has six hits left, boys,” he offers up, patting your hip like you’re a ride to have a go on. “Any takers?”
Taehyung steps forward first, Jungkook’s mouth still hanging low. As you watch his slender fingers wrap around the handle of the wooden spoon, you shiver, and he chuckles at your reaction. 
“You know,” he muses casually, replacing Jimin behind you as the older man steps away to lean against the bench beside you, “I think I’m starting to warm up to this whole situation, petal. Where else would I get to walk in on a sight like this? And Jimin-hyung is so generous to let us help out. Thank him, Y/n.”
A breath rushes out of your throat, one you hadn’t even realised you were holding. Humiliation rushes through you, but it’s cloudy with arousal, and your tongue is loose with it. “Thank you, Jimin.”
“Good girl,” Taehyung coos shortly, and that’s the only warning before he’s swatting you harshly with the flat back of the spoon, and you let out a strangled moan. Your ass won’t stop stinging between hits, but you obediently call out ”fifteen, sixteen, seventeen,” until you only have three to go. 
Taehyung relinquishes his turn reluctantly to Jungkook; the youngest contestant in the house eying you up strangely, almost like he can read and understand the pleasure in the welts on your ass and the tremble of your knee. Almost like he’s been where you are, or somewhere close. Judging by the apparent variety of his streams, you don’t doubt it. 
Like Jungkook’s testing the waters, his first hit is the weakest, barely making you flinch. You exhale lowly in disappointment. “Eighteen,” you say, swallowing down the drool that threatens to gather. 
Before any more land, you instead feel fingers at your hairline, brushing back strands that have covered your face. Small but strong points of pressure light up on your jaw as Jimin pulls your chin to look up at him, his eyes swirling with deep satisfaction. 
“I wanna see the look on your face,” he announces quietly. “I want our Jungkookie to make these last two hurt. Will you take it for me?”
His voice brooks no disagreement, still dripping with authority and control, but you know that he’s once more giving you an out should you wish to use your safeword, so you nod shakily, eyes fluttering. “Please.” You’ve still received no friction - or contact at all - on your pussy, and you feel yourself going crazy. The pain is addictive, licks of pleasure that seep into your veins after every spank, but you can’t handle how you drip down your own thighs, soaking your panties even as they rest hooked just above your knees. Two more hits and you’d finally get what you needed.
You haven’t seen Jimin’s face this close, and certainly not seen his eyes in such intense detail before, and instead of anticipating the next hit you find yourself blinking up at him dazedly. His hair, the deep glossy navy that you’d never seen on somebody before, is swooped gracefully over his brow, which is still a natural black, and below it his eyes are molten with lust and satisfaction, watching your face intently. His hands are hot on your face, the rings cool points of unforgiving contact, and you can’t help but wonder if the plush pillows of his lips are warm like his hands or cool like his rings. They’d feel softer against yo-
“Fu-fuck!” you cry, eyes squeezing shut as two sharp hits strike you not on the already-red skin of your ass, but the tops of your thighs instead, just below the swell of flesh. It’s more painful than you’d expect, but you’re so turned on that your mind just screams better and more. Caught up in it, you belatedly gasp out a “nineteen, twen’y,” and feel yourself sink against the countertop, held up by Jimin’s hands on your face and jaw.
“Little mouse,” his voice calls out, and your brows knit together as you struggle to decipher his tone. “Little mouse.”
You force your eyes open, breathing heavily through your mouth as everything except the burn below and Jimin above fade away. “Jimin,” you whisper, lips barely moving.
His give a twitch, pleased. It warms your heart to see the flicker of approval. “What do you say, hm?”
You don’t even think, but your body knows the answer. “Thank you, Jimin.”
“I’m not the only one,” he remarks, though a pleased grin is evident on his face and in his voice. 
Truthfully, you’d almost forgotten the others, but as you thank them, eyes still locked on Jimin, you feel your toes curl at the realisation that you’re surrounded by three extremely attractive men. Men that are all here to-
The dopey smile of anticipation is struck from your face when Jimin abruptly lets go of you, pushing off the countertop. You stumble, catching your legs under you and fumbling to pull up your jeans reflexively. “Where are you-?”
You jump at the dull clang of the wooden spoon being tossed in the sink, Jungkook’s hand free as Jimin discards the tool. You watch openmouthed, panties and jeans barely on as the former rest uncomfortably soaked against your core, as the eldest of the three rolls his shoulders and sighs happily. “So, boys; should we make some omellettes for breakfast? I feel like cracking a few eggs.”
Taehyung grins and Jungkook’s gaze slides to you in uncertainty but the two agree, casually retrieving ingredients and utensils like you aren’t sitting there with a stinging ass and your jeans unbuttoned. 
“Jimin,” you mumble dumbly, and to your surprise he acknowledges you this time, walking over to stand in front of you with a congenial smile. 
“You’re done here, Y/n,” he announces. Unabashedly, his hands slip down and begin to fully slide your panties and jeans up, fingers slipping up the zip and buttoning them closed. “You didn’t want to beg, and I’m not going to make you. You took your punishment, so why don’t you toodle along? I’m sure one of us will call for you when breakfast is ready.”
Your mouth drops open, the final lusty haze of the scene evaporating fast enough to leave you reeling. “Are you serious? You aren’t going to do anything?”
Jimin’s eyebrows lower intently, voice hushing like he’s sharing a secret, even though Taehyung and Jungkook are right behind him in earshot. “Oh, little mouse. You know exactly what to do to get what you want.”
He waits expectantly, but your eyes dart past his shoulders to the other two boys. Begging was one thing, but in front of the others? You fight a pout, hoping your face looks angry rather than put out. “You’re an asshole, and I’m voting you out.” 
His grin broadens, wolfish. “Well then,” he remarks with an unbothered lift of a brow, “I better hurry up and make these omelettes before I get sent home, now, shouldn’t I?” 
And with that, he turns his back to you and begins chatting to his friends. You stay for one more moment of shocked silence, but soon turn tail, stomping back up the stairs with the wet fabric of your panties pressing coldly against you.
---
When you peek your head in the door, Namjoon is still asleep, so you quickly duck back into your room and change into some fresh clothes and underwear before going back in, content to chill on his armchair until he wakes. 
You’d told him you would stay, and the way the fabric of your leggings rubs against your sore ass when you sit only reminds you of the fact that you’d been gone longer than anticipated already. He looks peaceful, though, clearly quite content with the pillow you’d left him with. Namjoon’s mouth is parted slightly, slack and half-pressed into his own pillow. He clutches yours with both arms, snuffling or grunting in his sleep every few moments. 
You’re happy with just scrolling through your phone aimlessly for the half hour or so it takes before he wakes, back arching and neck cracking as he stretches. A beam broadens on your face at the dazed slow blink and wide yawn that he emits. “Sleep well?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him.
He pats the pillow and mattress beside him in confusion, sitting up to stare at you with a squint. “You stayed?”
“I said I would,” you dismiss, a single thread of guilt wrapping around your heart at the memory of where you’d just came from. “I woke up a bit early and needed a drink. Sore throat.”
Namjoon’s eyes widen dramatically, the concern on his face ringed by a mess of tanged purple hair. “I’m so sorry! I should’ve asked…”
“You’re fine, Namjoonie,” you murmur. “I was actually wondering if you’d want to-”
You break off to the sound of what is undoubtably Jungkook belting out his lungs from downstairs, announcing breakfast is ready. Namjoon lights up, kicking the blankets off in a rush to get out of bed. “I’m starving,” he chimes, getting dressed without a shred of the self-consciousness you’d witnessed the night before. Hunger has seemingly stolen all his brainpower, and you follow his eager slipstream as he rushes down the stairs noisily, thumping into the kitchen. 
Both your heart and your core throb in disappointment, your opportunity for morning sex lost by the offer of a hot meal. Your mood sours even further when you come face-to-face with the three youngest serving up omelettes, Jimin smiling brilliantly, still dressed in a barely-buttoned silk pyjama shirt and some black glossy pants.
He barely spares you a glance, even as he sits almost directly across from you. You take a seat between Namjoon and Jin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin on the other side and the heads of the table kept by Hoseok and Yoongi. 
You have to admit that the wafting smells of cooked egg, cheese and various spices have your stomach grumbling, so you vow to ignore the unsatisfied heat between your legs and the smug man across from you and tuck in, your knife cutting through the omelette like butter. It’s delicious, and clearly everyone at the table shares the same sentiment, moans of surprised enjoyment filling the air. 
“I’m impressed, Jimin,” Yoongi admits, “the first time I’ve even seen you awake for breakfast and you make us this. It’s fantastic.”
His voice is melodic, teasing at your eyes even as you avoid looking at him. “Thanks, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin replies warmly, “I was actually taught the recipe from one of my good friends who works as a chef in France.”
Hoseok isn’t impressed, and the way he scrunches his face up in annoyance makes you suppress a grin. “Let me guess, Remy the rat? If we dig around in that hair of yours will we find him tugging you around?”
Jimin ignores him coolly, knife twirling deftly around his fingers. “I haven’t seen Victor in several years, but his cooking lessons have always stuck with me. Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai qui tu es.”
“You are what you eat,” Namjoon muses, shoveling a wobbling stack of egg into his mouth. 
Your eyebrows lift, turning to him with shock. “You speak French?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jimin straighten in interest at the man directly across from him, but Namjoon doesn’t seem to notice, cheeks bulging as he hurriedly tries to finish his mouthful. “Took it as an elective in university,” he explains once he’s done, “never actually been to France, though.” He turns to Jimin finally, eyes shining with the spark of curiosity that always seemed to smoulder there. “What’s it like?”
“C’est incroyable,” Jimin enunciates, the French dripping off his tongue like sparkling water. “Tu devrais y aller un jour. Mon ami a un appartement à Paris avec une chambre d’amis dans laquelle je séjourne des fois.”
Namjoon gasps, and you glance around the table, everyone bar the two of them looking totally confused. “Avec vue sur la Tour Eiffel?” The only indication it’s a question is the way his pitch rises, but the rest is incomprehensible to you, so you just return to your omelette, content to watch the conversation play out like a foreign movie without subtitles. Body language and tone being your only clues.
“Bien sûr,” Jimin replies easily, his head tipping to the side, eyes burning as he stares at the older man, “mais on pourrait peut-être parler de choses plus excitantes que cela? As-tu apprécié la compagnie de Y/N dans ton lit hier soir?”
You straighten up as you hear your name, glaring at Jimin in suspicion. You’d never regretted picking Spanish in high school instead of French more. Namjoon, interestingly, seems equally ruffled by Jimin’s comments. “That’s really none of your busi-”
“Tu vas me parler en Français, Namjoon, ou je vais commencer à te poser des questions en Anglais. Qu’est-ce que t’en dit?  The choice is yours.” Jimin’s voice turns sharp, spitting out the syllables like jabs. The choice? In unison, everyone at the table turns to Namjoon in question as the academic flushes. 
“Fine,” he says shortly in English, before switching back to French. “On n’est pas vraiment... allés jusqu’au bout. J’allais lui proposer ce matin, mais tu nous a appelés pour le déjeuner. .”
Jimin’s mouth curls slowly, deviously, making Namjoon swallow. You feel your own cheeks heat at the thought that they were very likely speaking about you. “Is that so?” Jimin asks in English, head tipping slowly. He takes a single bite of his breakfast, making Namjoon shift awkwardly in his seat at the wait. “Well; I do apologise for interrupting.” You look up between the two of them. Was he referring to him spanking you that morning? Or him calling you down just when you were going to make a move? Jimin isn’t done, sliding down in his seat just slightly, so he’s leaning back. “Laisse-moi me faire pardonner.”
Namjoon’s brows knit and his mouth opens to reply, but suddenly he goes ramrod stiff, eyes flying wide open. “Wh-what are you-?” His chest heaves once, his throat bobbing as he swallows down the rest of his sentence. 
You frown, glancing down to see the shiny tip of Jimin’s shoe pressed firmly against Namjoon’s crotch, shifting back and forth. You look away, hoping to avoid attracting more attention to Namjoon’s predicament, but you can’t deny the hot rush of heat between your own thighs at the thought of Jimin getting Namjoon off at the breakfast table with just the sole of his shoe. You finish off the last of your omelette bitterly, hating the way that your mind wishes you were in Namjoon’s seat right now. 
Like nothing’s happening, Jimin continues to converse with his elder, the others at the table seemingly none the wiser. “Ce n’est peut-être pas une une chatte bien chaude et humide, mais tu es un bon garçon, n’est-ce pas? Tu vas prendre ce que je te donne, non?” 
“Jimin,” Namjoon croaks out, voice surprisingly steady even as it’s low with arousal, “i-is there any more batter left? I’d love another omelette.”
Jungkook pipes up, finally hearing enough English to be able to contribute. “There’s not much left, but I was actually thinking I kinda feel like some hash browns and bacon, so we could go for round two if anyone else is up for it?”
Yoongi and Jin, like they’ve been awakened with the promise of more food, drag their chairs back simultaneously to stand. “I don’t trust you with frying bacon, Jungkook,” Jin answers from beside you with a small grin, “let hyungs help.”
Half the table files away, Hoseok also joining those in the kitchen, probably because he’s hoping for some taste-testing, and you’re left with Taehyung being the only unaware party, on his phone as he mindlessly sips away at a glass of juice. 
“Regarde-moi ça,” Jimin announces with melodic glee. “il y a moins de regards sur toi maintenant. Les autres sont dans la cuisine, Taehyung ne nous prête pas attention, et Y/N sait déjà ce qui est entrain de se passer; regarde-la.”
You glance up at your name but Taehyung doesn’t even react, mouth slightly open as he focuses on the video he’s watching silently, pinky finger tapping at the condensation on the glass absentmindedly. 
Namjoon turns to face you, before glancing down at the shoe which rocks faster and broader between his legs, his cock tented and leaking a small wet patch in his trousers. He knows you know. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t-”
Jimin overtakes deftly, making Namjoon hunch over the table as the jerking of his shoe against Namjoon’s clothed cock speed up. Even as Jimin’s eyes are on you, he addresses the older man in lush French. “Est-ce que tu vas venir comme ça, hm? Crois-tu pouvoir rester silencieux?”
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the heat stemming from between your legs as you wish you could’ve felt some contact from Jimin instead. Even just the sole of his shoe would be better than nothing, but it seems that Namjoon doesn’t share the sentiment, as his hand shoves at Jimin’s foot. “Rouge,” he gasps out lowly, and Jimin recoils like he’s been shot. 
Sitting upright, feet to himself again, Jimin’s eyes widen at the word. Even with the little to no French knowledge you have, you can guess the meaning. Red. Namjoon used the safeword. “I’m so sorry,” Jimin croaks, and you’re startled at the vulnerability and genuine apology in his voice, “are you not-?”
“Juste parce que je suis techniquement vièrge, ça ne fait pas de moi un soumis,” Namjoon explains with a rueful smile. You wish he would’ve spoke in English, but his light tone at least reassures you that he isn’t mad or hurt or upset. He mostly just seems a little embarrassed and overwhelmed. 
“Can we stop speaking in baguette?” Taehyung pipes up miserably, putting his phone away. “Oui, oui. Mercy. Oh reservoir. Anything more complex than that and you’ve got me lost.”
Namjoon frowns, bewildered. “Do you mean merci and au revoir?” 
“Do I?” Taehyung questions rhetorically, eyes dazed. Namjoon just shrugs hopelessly, but that seems enough for the black-haired boy. He cheers up a bit and, glancing at Namjoon’s hunched figure, lets out a short sigh. “You look tense, hyung. Do you need some help relaxing?”
Jimin bites his lip with guilt, and you hate the way you’re drawn to that pillow of flesh, so pink against the white of his teeth. What you wouldn’t give to lean over there and see what it felt like to kiss him. 
Namjoon, however, seems less concerned with Jimin. You get the idea that perhaps he’s not one to have a short temper or hold grudges. “It’s okay, I think I might have a quick shower upstairs before the second lot of breakfast is finished.” Displaying his characteristic shyness, Namjoon makes an awkward yet completely unsuccessful attempt to leave the room without revealing his tented crotch. 
Taehyung’s eyes follow it out until Namjoon’s out of sight, his mouth hung open. After a moment’s thought, brows knitted tightly together, Taehyung turns back to the two of you at the table. “Do you think he’s turned on by food or something? He did seem pre-tty eager to chow down that omelette. I should go ask him.”
“Jesus Christ.” Jimin sinks his face into his hands as Taehyung scrambles after Namjoon, and you honestly don’t blame him.
--
You manage to make it to late afternoon before you encounter Jimin again. After the meal, he speaks quietly to Jin and the two disappear into the private rec room. For you as well, the day is spent inside, Jungkook asking for your assistance in spotting him at the indoor gym, mostly so he can explain to you and Hoseok the extremely elaborate plot of his latest anime show while he lifts weights. You and Hoseok, completely lost, ended up spending hours there trying to understand all the character arcs and plot twists and backstories, eventually moving up to Jungkook’s room so he could show you the first few episodes. By the time he let you go, you made your way downstairs with a bag of laundry, having almost spent a full week in the villa.
Unlike most of the house, the laundry feels very basic and surburban: a front-loader, a dryer and a sink with some cabinets are really the only pieces of furniture, so you perch on the dryer as you wash, and the washer as you dry your load of clothes. 
Letting the regular thump of the drying machine lull you into a sleepy daze, you’re too zoned out on your phone to notice someone approaching until fingers wrap around your phone, pushing it down away from your face. 
Jimin’s still hasn’t changed out of his red pyjama shirt, and as you sit up ramrod straight and focus onto him, you admire the way the lapels lay open to expose his collarbones. “Fancy seeing you here,” he announces with a grin, eyes raking over you as you sit atop the washing machine. 
“What a coincidence,” you deadpan, crossing your arms. “I know what you’re doing.”
“And what would that be, little mouse?”
You fight the urge to press your legs together at the petname, Jimin’s eyes intelligent and self-satisfied as they watch you. “Coming here to seduce me.”
Jimin laughs, and your cheeks flush hot at the sound, his head tipping back to expose a graceful neck. “Oh, Y/n, don’t think so highly of yourself. I’m just here to do my laundry.” 
Dubious, you keep your legs dangling over the side and your arms crossed as you look down. True enough, a basket of washing rests and his feet, and you wait bitterly as he brushes your legs wider so that he can turn on the machine, selecting the right settings and pouring in a scoop of detergent. You keep a stoic silence, biting down on your tongue at his actions, but he doesn’t seem to care about your eyes on him.
In fact, he appears to openly thrive on it, sinking into a crouch in front of the machine and blinking up at you innocently, his face in front of your aching crotch. Refusing to give in, you press your lips together while he opens the door and deposits his clothes, socks, underwear, everything he’s been wearing the past few days. Once he’s done, you feel yourself relax a bit, but then he lets out a thoughtful hum.
“I suppose I should wash these too,” he muses, fingering at the bottom edge of his shirt, and your mouth goes dry. That fucker. He doesn’t even look at you as he undresses, but the smirk on his lips speaks volumes.
Your hips long to writhe, but you force yourself still as he unbuttons his shirt, opening it up and chucking it in casually, running a hand over his now-naked chest, quite literally rubbing it in. The most skin you’ve seen on him yet, you allow yourself to drink in the sight. He’s more muscular than you’d expect, though it’s all lean muscle, graceful yet speaking to a corded strength. 
Even though you know it’s coming, there’s nothing that can prepare you for the obscene sight of him pulling down the zipper of his black patent leather pants, revealing equally black boxers. He’s not hard, not even the slightest hint of a chub, and the thought infuriates you that he could make you so needy without even getting aroused himself, like it was the easiest thing in the world. 
As he lowers his pants down, his thighs are revealed in all their glory, the thickest part of him. They flex as he lifts each leg, tugging off the pants fully and tossing them in. Though you hadn’t noticed before, now is the first time you’ve seen him without his shoes on, and you marvel at the fact that he loses none of his power like this, that it really comes from within, from his piercing gaze, knowing smile and confident posture. Chucking them in the washing machine too, he pauses for a moment, lip tugged up in a smirk, before his ringed fingers find the elastic waistband of his boxers.
Startled, a breathy, “Jimin,” falls from your lips unbidden, barely audible.
“Hm?” Jimin has no regard for modesty as he bares himself fully, cock twitching as you stare, wide-eyed. “What’s the problem, little mouse? This is a shared facility.” He chucks the slip of light fabric amongst the rest of his clothes and shuts the lid, pressing start. A gasp escapes you as the machine kicks into gear, already beginning to shudder and rock under you, sending vibrations to your needy core. 
As you stare, Jimin stands in front of you, resting a hand on the edge of the machine, right between your splayed legs. His dick is slowly plumping up, the man completely unbothered as he lowers his free hand to press at the skin around it, sighing. 
Your fingers clench into fists as your arms remain crossed, pussy thriving and dripping with the pleasure after so long, but cursing that his hand is so close yet so far to your clothed cunt. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you spit, leaning back and tipping your head up to stare stubbornly at the ceiling. The image of him, his naked body is still seared onto your eyelids and you let out a huff. “You have no shame.”
“Shame never seemed like a particularly useful quality to have.”
“I’m not giving you what you want,” you insist, voice trembling slightly - though you blame the steady jarring of the washing machine that runs from your core all the way up to your teeth. 
“Then I could say the same to you,” you hear Jimin reply easily, before letting out a suspiciously low groan. 
Your head shoots down and you gawk at the way he grasps himself, fully hard now, and runs the crook of his pointer finger over his weeping head. His cock is gorgeous, the hair above trimmed neatly and the tip arcing towards the ceiling, towards your shocked stare as he smears the glistening precum around his head, hissing at the coolness of his rings on the heated skin. 
“What the fuck are you doing?” you utter in complete bewilderment. “This isn’t washing your laundry!”
Jimin hums, head tipped back and eyes slipping shut in indulgence. “I can leave to jerk off alone if that makes you more comfortable?”
You fall silent, eyes locked onto his languid strokes. That isn’t what you want at all, and he knows it. “Jimin,” you murmur lowly, captivated by the slow drags of his hand on his cock, rings glinting wetly. He makes a noise of response, almost lost in the mechanical whirring and thudding of the washing machine that stirs in your loins. Your voice is barely louder than his. “Jimin, why are you making this so difficult?”
His head tips back down, lips parted and eyes lidded. “Oh, little mouse,” he sighs, “do you wish you could touch? Do you wish I was inside you?”
You glance again at his hand, resting mere centimetres away from your core. “You know I do,” you admit in a small voice.
“Then beg,” he replies simply, hand slowly picking up speed on his dick. “The only thing that’s keeping you horny and unsatisfied is yourself. You could’ve cum three times already if you knew what was good for you.”
You sigh, licking your lips needily. A light ding echoes in the room; your washing has finished in the dryer. You ignore it. “Please, Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyes open fully, locking on you with a smirk. “Closer,” he answers, teeth exposed as he grins just slightly. Still, though, he continues to stroke himself, even going so far as to take a half step forward to rest the underside of his cock against the washing machine, groaning at the vibrations. 
You huff when you realise he isn’t going to speak further. “You do realise I could just go get myself off, right? You don’t have all the power here.”
You know you’ve said the wrong thing when his cheeks lift, lips spread wide in a teasing sneer. “We both know that’s not quite true. Perhaps I don’t have all the power, but a little birdie told me that you’re no longer allowed to put your hand in your own pants. I don’t suppose that rings a bell?”
He knows about Hoseok’s deal. Perhaps they all do. In an effort to wipe the smug look off his face, you scoff, spreading your legs wider in a show of relaxation. “Well then, I guess I might as well go upstairs and ask Hoseok to fuck me. I bet he’d do a better job than-”
Like lightening, his hand leaves his own cock and lashes out, fisting your shirt in his hands and tugging you forward, hard enough that you have to quickly uncross your arms and grab onto him to stop your foreheads from knocking together. You gasp at the fiery look on his face, his voice a sharp growl. “If you think he can fuck you half as good as I can, you’re dreaming.”
“Wha-?” you make out, so close that your breath ruffles the wisp of hair that swoops over his brow.
Just as quick as he grabbed you, Jimin lets go, stepping away. “Your laundry is ready,” he announces lowly. “You’ll be waiting outside my bedroom door in two hour’s time or you won’t get anything at all. Clear?” 
Startled, you nod, jumping down off the mid-cycle washing machine, your legs feeling wobbly with the sudden withdrawal of vibrations. Grabbing your washing out of the dryer, you rush out the room with one last glance at him before the door slams and locks behind you. All is silent in the hallway as you ascend the stairs, but internally you scream with excitement. 
--
Two hours drags and stretches and then snaps, everything too slow and then too fast until you’re knocking on Jimin’s door, stomach swirling sickly with anticipation. 
He takes his sweet time answering, heightening your heart rate, but by the time he does it takes your breath away. He’s in a different pair of black pants, jeans that are skinny enough to make his legs seem a million miles long. His chest is fully covered this time, but it’s a transparent white mesh singlet, a white pressed blouse with gold buttons and cufflinks unbuttoned at the top to expose it. His lips, plush as ever, are covered in a sheer gloss that glints in the light and his eyes are intense in the frame of thick lashes and a hint of shadow on the lids, warm and smokey. As usual, he’s laden with jewellery, his classic silver rings paired with a pair of thin dangling chains from his lobes that sway hypnotically when he tilts his head in greeting.
You, too, had dressed for the occasion, seeking out your prettiest pair of lingerie - a black lace set with embroidered vines and buds around the hems and cups. The only thing you’re wearing on top is a black silk robe tied lazily around your waist. Thanking your lucky stars nobody had wandered into the upstairs hallway while you were waiting, you step inside, the thick carpet under your bare feet muffling your steps.
Jimin is back in shoes, and you bite your lip when you recognise them as the ones he’d worn at breakfast just that morning. It feels like days ago, your heightened arousal the whole day stretching time into an eternity. 
“Kneel,” he instructs shortly, pointing at the carpet in front of him. For a moment you hesitate, but you'd gotten so far and it would be foolish to test your luck and risk getting thrown out with nothing yet again. Besides, part of you wants to see what he'll do when you're actually good for him. You kneel.
His room is perhaps one of the largest excluding yours. His bathroom door is shut, but even just the bedroom has room for a queen bed, two nightstands, a dresser and a chest at the foot of the bed which you're facing. You wonder idly if he'd paid the staff off for the biggest room, but before you can ponder much more he steps in front of you, his crotch right at your eye-level. You glance up him, sucking in a breath at how perfect he looks glancing down at you.
You lick your lips in anticipation, and it draws his attention. "This pretty little mouth of yours," he muses, reaching out to run his fingers over your lips, tugging down the flesh to watch it bounce back. Your chest puffs in pride, mouth practically watering at the thought of sucking him off. You part your lips when he presses on the seam, and his first two fingers delve into your mouth, slowly thrusting so that the pads run along your tongue, making you drool around his digits. You widen your jaw obediently, eyes pleading. But his face changes, then, a frown clouding his features. "More trouble than it's worth," he decides stiffly, and suddenly your mouth is empty, Jimin wiping your saliva off on your cheek before he turns his back to you, opening the chest.
Your mouth stays slack and open, but for a different reason. From what you can see, the wooden box is filled with toys, slips of fabric and leather, metal chains, everything. Suddenly, something catches your attention. At the bottom right corner, the initial PJM have been gracefully engraved, painted in with a glossy black ink. This is his, you realise, what he uses for his shoots. You feel your panties dampening between your legs as he rifles around.
When he turns back around, you recoil slightly, recognising the buckled contraption he comes up with. A ball gag. He smiles wickedly at your reaction, standing over you and running his hand through your hair, combing it back from your face. "This is a good thing, little mouse," he explains, tapping your lips twice to indicate to widen your jaw. You obey in a daze, feeling the sphere of unforgiving black plastic fill the front half of your mouth, your teeth keeping it in place. "Now you won't be tempted to run your mouth. Isn't that thoughtful of me?" You glare up at him as the straps wrap around your skull, his deft fingers tightening the buckle just enough so you can't spit the ball out. Your breath comes through your nose now, huffing at him.
He chuckles, crouching in front of you. It's overwhelming, suddenly having his face so close again. The perfect swells of his cheekbones, the sculpted brows and intelligent eyes so intensely locked onto yours. "You can't speak now, little mouse. So your safeword is going to be non-verbal. Click your fingers once for yellow, and over and over as much as you can for red. Okay? Click now so I know you can do it."
You click your fingers, feeling your chest ease slightly with the reinforcement of your safety net. The moment you're done, however, that warm concern vanishes, and he straightens up, turning away from you yet again.
"You're lucky," his voice announces, leaning over to dig in his box of tricks, "normally I'm not so generous. Normally I wouldn't let you cum until you'd well and truly earned it. But those cries of yours on the Monday night..." He trails off, spinning back on his feet to face you, a pair of leather cuffs in his hand, unconnected with heavy duty silver loops dangling from them. His eyes pierce you with a hint of vulnerability that you don't think he even realises he's showing. "You drive me crazy, Y/n. I want to hear you cum over and over and over again for me."
No matter how much your chest rises and falls, you feel breathless, eyes wide. Unable to verbally respond - though you don't even know what you'd say - you just give him a pleading gaze, hips rocking against the bottoms of your feet in search of friction.
He lets out a breath, stepping forward. "Take off your robe," he instructs with a rough voice. Your fingers fumble with the slack knot, hurriedly shedding it and tossing it away, leaving yourself in just the lingerie. "Fuck," he says with a breathy chuckle, "you're gonna be the death of me, little mouse. Wrists."
You clench your teeth around the ball gag in a keen at his words, lifting your arms up to reach him.
One at a time, he fits on the leather cuffs. They're relatively wide, though not too thick, and once he does up the buckle on each one you feel your eyes flutter. Something you'd never felt before but it's divine, the way they wrap so snugly around your wrists, not only a physical anchor, but a reminder that you're his, letting out a low moan when he slips a finger in one of the silver loops, tugging to ensure the fit.
Jimin's lip twitches at your reaction, and instead of telling you to stand, he uses the hoops, pulling your wrists up by the cuffs until you stand to ease the pressure, stumbling slightly as you get off your knees without your hands to assist. He leads you to the head of the bed, where you see the two chains that wrap around the bars of the headboard.
"On," he instructs, letting go so you can clamber up, sitting as you await further instruction. "On your back, darling," he coos, pressing at your shoulder so your head rests back onto the pillow. Automatically, you lift your arms, pulling a smile from his lips as he loops the chains through the silver hoops of your cuffs, spreading your arms wide apart, knuckles brushing against the wood of the headboard.
"Don't go anywhere," he remarks teasingly before leaving you, retrieving a few things from the chest. You tug slightly at one of your cuffs, testing it, and muffle a groan at the feeling of being trapped, tied down and at his mercy.
When he returns, his hands are full, and he tosses the fruits of his labour on the bed beside your torso, getting up on the bed to sit between your legs. You gasp when he tugs your ankles firmly, making you slip down so that your arms are straight, less room to struggle. This way, too, you can barely crane your head up, chest blocking your few of the toys he's brought over.
"Now," he says with a patient sigh, fingering the hem of your panties, "let's get rid of these, mm?" You lift your hips obediently when he goes to slip them down, curling your toes at the sudden cool air on your pussy. "Fuck, look at you," he gushes lowly, his fingers running up and down your slit so light you can barely feel them, making you whimper. "So fucking wet, little mouse. I haven't even touched you."
You lift your head to moan at him, trying to get out your plea, though your words are unrecognisable through the ball gag.
He pouts teasingly, rubbing the flat of his palm over you, slicking up his hand. "Oh, poor baby. The mean old Jiminie kept teasing her, did he? Baby just wants to cum?"
You groan, eyes scrunching shut as you nod your head. Even the simple touch of his hand between your legs is so good you could cry.
You tremble when you feel two fingers slip inside your wetness, a tight fit but one that lets him in so smoothly with how much you're soaked for him. He finds your g-spot with an almost supernatural ease, rubbing at it with the pads of his two fingers, curling inside you. You let out a strangled groan which makes him chuckle.
"I'm being generous now, aren't I? Say thank you, Y/n."
You sob. He knows full well you can't speak, but you obey nonetheless, letting out an unintelligible garble of your thanks.
"Good girl," he coos, and your legs fall apart wider in bliss as he begins an indulgent pace, the cool bands of his rings when they plunge inside you addictive. The second his thumb lifts up and begins rubbing at your clit, you're already on the edge from being deprived so long, and you cum almost immediately, shuddering around his fingers at the deep but powerful satisfaction.
You come down from your high relatively quickly, but he's already slipped his hand out, and you glance down in confusion, only to choke on a moan when you see him, tongue poking out slightly in focus as he uses your own slick to lube up a dildo, a powder pink silicone one that's roughly the shape of a cock, but far smoother, getting wider at the bottom for a place to hold it.
Once he's done, almost without acknowledging you, he grips your knee, making it bend and your leg lift higher up the bed, spreading you wider open for him, the other one still flat on the mattress, splayed wide.
"That was your warm-up, little mouse, I hope you enjoyed it," Jimin remarks with a grin, and you breathe heavy around the gag, back arching as he presses the head of the dildo into you.
It's far wider than his two fingers, and the stretch dumbs you, making your mind slow to a halt to appreciate every inch that fills you, dragging against your sensitised g-spot. Jimin's knuckles bump your clit when he bottoms out, and you shiver, the dildo so deep inside you.
"Let's get started, shall we?" he declares rhetorically with a wolfish grin, and once again your eyes squeeze shut when he begins a bruising pace, every strike spearing you open and making your eyes water. Your spine hitches as you writhe beneath him, but his grip on your bent leg is too strong, and no matter how hard you clench he drives the dildo so fully inside you that your mouth is slack, wide enough that your teeth don't even clamp around the ball on your tongue. With an open mouth, more sound comes through, and you hear the room filling with the wet sound of him fucking you with the dildo, but also your own moans and hiccuped screams.
He fucks you to the edge faster than you can comprehend. There's so much pleasure on every stroke, and he's using so much speed that it feels like you can't take it, like you might explode, but still he pins you down, letting you yank at the cuffs that bind you as you're forced to cum violently around it, thigh muscles clenching as you try to clamp your legs around the intrusion.
"Fuck, that's it, don't stop cumming," you hear him growl, and you sob with pleasure as your orgasm morphs quickly into oversensitivity, but Jimin never lets up for a second.
Your eyes water, tears slipping down over your temples as he continues to fuck you, and suddenly you no longer feel his hand on your leg, it flopping down weakly as fingers tap over your hand.
"Don't forget the signal," he instructs as you sob and writhe, "I'm not fucking stopping without it."
It takes you a moment to process that he's asking about the safeword, but as overwhelmed as you are, you don't want him to stop. "Hngingn," you cry, his name coming out jumbled through the ball gag, and your legs automatically lock around his hand, seeking to stop the roughly thrusting dildo, but his spare hand just rips your legs away, one of his jean-clad knees pinning down your shin and your screams reach a new pitch when you feel fingers strumming at your clit, the pleasure like a million needles, making your hands fist.
After an eternity of going crazy with overstimulation, you pass a bend. The pain turns back into pleasure, and you settle, going quiet and shifting slightly to seek it out, eyes rolling at the rhythmic rocking of your hips as he fucks you with the dildo.
"That's it," Jimin guides, breathless with exertion, "I want you to cum again, little mouse. Clench tight for me."
You do as he says, eyes so blurry you can't even see anything but the patch of blue in your vision, his head bobbing slightly as he speaks.
Without thinking, you follow his instructions, and like clockwork a third orgasm rips through you, taking you by surprise as the extra pressure of the dildo on your g-spot plunges you over the edge. You hadn't even realised you were close, but clearly Jimin had, and you tremble beneath him, letting the waves of pleasure flood to every corner and crevice of your body, your fists tightening and your toes curling. You weep openly at how good it feels, whimpering when his fingers on your clit stop and the dildo slows, slipping out of you one last time with a slick noise.
You're sweating, twitching, trembling, but still you manage to blink away your tears and focus on him blearily as you feel him removing the ball gag from around your head, fingers gentle as they massage your jaw slightly, letting you close it and lick your lips, feeling the ache.
"Did so well," he praises, and you pant happily, a lazy smile stretching out on your face as your tears begin to dry. The sound of a zip makes you frown, so you glance down to see Jimin already fisting his own cock, just as red and needy as the last time you'd seen it. You whimper as he shuffles forward, lifting your legs up into the air to spread you wide for him.
Almost forgetting you can speak now, you whimper wordlessly for a few moments, before making out a weak, "Jimin," tone pleading.
"Shh," he coos, his cockhead tapping at your drenched entrance, making you shiver. "One more, little mouse."
"I can't," you sob, chest hitching as he slips into you, just bigger than the dildo. You let out a reedy cry at how he strikes you're abused g-spot, and his fingers massage the backs of your thighs soothingly.
"You can," Jimin insists, fucking into you slowly, making you hiss every time, "just one more for me. You have your word."
You sob at the overstimulating madness as his pace picks up, driving so intensely inside of you, but you don't use the safeword. There's a kind of euphoria bliss to being stretched to your limits, pushed so far, and you trust him to take care of you, want to do a good job for him.
So you shake your head, moans blending into cries blending into whimpers. "Fuh-fuck," you gasp as once more sharp stimulation turns warm again, and you near a fourth orgasm. You shiver under Jimin, his thrusts so deft and powerful, jerking your body in rhythm. "I ca- I can't cum again," you admit shakily, "'s too much, Jimin, I can't take it!"
Jimin grunts with the force of his thrusts, but his hands are gentle as they keep your legs spread. "You're almost there, little mouse, you're doing so well."
Your back arches violently when he drops one of your legs to rub at your clit, fresh tears streaming into your hairline. "Fuck, oh god, I'm gonna- fuck!"
You stream as your final orgasm takes you like a train, and a feeling you've never experienced rushes through you as you squirt, thighs clamping iron tight around his hips as he curses at the sight and spills into your trembling body.
Even in the throes of his own orgasm, you feel Jimin's hands pass up and begin releasing you from the headboard, your arms falling limply as he cups your face, barely even rocking into you as every slight movement plunges you into oversensitivity.
You gasp, trying to catch your breath with closed eyes as this thumbs brush away your tears, his cum hot inside you.
"God, Y/n, you were amazing, did so well for me," he confesses lowly in your ear, and you let out a whimper as he presses a single kiss to your cheek, the most tender he's been with you so far.
"Did well," you repeat mindlessly, "Jiminnie."
"You did," he promises, and you hiss as he pulls himself out of you carefully, the feeling of his seed mixed with your own cum flooding out down onto the sheets. "God, look at you," Jimin muses under his breath, surely not meant for you to hear.
Barely conscious, your eyes flutter, and the last thing you remember seeing is him stripping off his expensive white cotton blouse, cleaning you up with it so gently that you barely feel the sting on your clit.
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Working Remotely: A Complete Guide to Turn You Into a Pro
I’m going to tell you this from the beginning: Working remotely can be more difficult to handle than it may seem. I’ve been working remotely for over two years now (possibly many more by the time you read this). For everyone who’s been working remotely for a few years now, the change from an in-office to a remote job wasn’t as unanticipated as the one you might be facing now. Naturally, we had more time to prepare, learn about its challenges and, consequently, not think that remote work is horrible. With the current world situation, working remotely is no longer the future of work. It’s a present situation many of us are facing right now. Companies have switched to a fully-distributed team for the time being but not everyone in a team is prepared for the sudden switch. With little to no time and resources to invest in training their newly remote employees, this next guide remains your go-to source for handling all challenges that are halting your productivity when working from home. To bring you a unique guide to working remotely, I’ve used my own honest experience and asked fellow remote workers what their thoughts and advice on this type of work were. Whether you want to better focus on your tasks, handle the downsides of remote work, or become a pro at working remotely, this next set of tips is the perfect choice for you. You’ll learn: Strategies and tools for approaching remote work There’s no single best way to work remotely. The methods and tools you use to handle your daily tasks and projects depend entirely on your own manner of work and on your company’s policies. There’s no such thing as a tool that’s just for remote workers. Frankly, they’re not that different from what you’d normally use in the office. What worked for me or someone else might not be as effective for you, but it can help you know where to start and find out what you’ve been missing from your remote work process. To encourage you to find innovative solutions, I’ll take you through all the steps you need to work remotely on a project from start to finish. First things first. The main communication method Sure you’ve got your email account, but are you really going to open everything in your inbox? To stay connected with your team in real-time and make sure you don’t miss a message, use a cloud-based collaboration tool or message board like Slack, Fleep, or Workplace by Facebook. Slack is a great choice if you’re also looking to connect it to the other apps you’re using like Twitter, Giphy, Google Calendar, GitHub, Zapier, and many more. The downside, however, is that the free version doesn’t include video calls and only allows you to save up to 10k messages. High-quality video conferences and a solid messaging history are two major needs when you’re working remotely. Good news is you can use other tools for this. Skype for Business and Google Hangouts are just two of the most common examples. There’s also join.me, Zoom, and appear.in if you want to try something new. Don’t rely on a single video conference tool though. Connectivity issues can occur when you’re talking to your teammate who is literally on the other side of the world. Having accounts on both platforms wouldn’t hurt in case one fails. My favorite thing about these tools? Screen sharing. A must for any remote team. In an office environment you’d normally go to your colleague and look over something. Remotely, you can’t do that. That’s why video communication tools let you share what you’re seeing with others. You can use them to create whiteboards, sketch your ideas, put together wireframes, and that’s it. You’ve just moved your entire office to Skype. Tip If you don’t want to call a meeting just to show your colleague where a button is on a website, use a tool like Evernote to take screenshots and add text, arrows, and other shapes to highlight the points of interest. Remote collaboration on documents and files This is what teams should be doing even if they’re not remote ones. Articles, spreadsheets, presentations… Creating these in a cloud-based tool will allow your teammates to contribute and review them in real-time. No more back and forth emails with 20 versions of the same document. Google was a trendsetter in this case and is still the most popular choice for online document creation and editing. Team members can write, edit, leave comments, spot errors, or praise your work. All in real time. TIP Can’t find a feature you need in Google Docs? Just go to Add-ons - > Get add-ons and search for the functionality you need. I use Doc Tools to sort my lists, but there are other add-ons like dictionaries, proofreading tools, calculators, or chart and table builders. Microsoft followed and introduced their own online version of Microsoft Word, Excel, and PowerPoint. These work on any MacBook and are connected to Skype by the way. There are also others you might have not used yet such as OnlyOffice. Adobe Reader has a feature for editing and leaving comments too. There’s really nothing you can’t collaborate on anymore. Hundreds of existing software options that make remote collaboration for any field a breeze. You just need to know where to find them. Have a look at these design and prototyping tools that also have collaboration features: InVision – what everyone’s using Marvel, Webflow, Framer – alternatives to InVision Kite Compositor – motion design and prototyping app Sketch – not available on Windows Figma – easy to use even if you’re not a designer Canva – not really for prototyping but you can use it to collaborate on other visual content such as social media images, flyers, e-books, and more. For software development, you already know the fundamental GitHub, GitLab, Bitbucket, and all those. Once you’re switching to a remote software development career though, you might be asked to step up your code game. That’s were pair programming comes in. You’ve probably already tried it the last time you went to your team mate’s workstation to fix a bug. This can be done virtually. And not just with a simple screen sharing tool. Options to help you with pair programming include: Tip Your code editor could already have a plugin that lets you share your IDE (Integrated Development Environment). Check that out first. How to organize your tasks If you’re working with a team, they might already be using a tool for this. This is something you’ll have to do each day, so give your best to learn all of the platform’s features to get the most out of it. There are several different project management software options out there, each with their own functionalities and perks. Check out our guide to discover them. To organize my tasks and projects I use Paymo because, you know, I work for them and the entire team is actively using it already. Paymo’s got Kanban boards among other features too (I’m this method’s number one fan). So if you’re like me and hate seeing dozens of tasks all piled up in a single column, then maybe Kanban is just what you needed. You might already be familiar with this method if you’re using tools like Trello or maybe you’ve seen a physical Kanban board before but didn’t really know what it was called. You can start a free Paymo trial to test the Kanban feature for yourself and visualize your workflow. All you have to do to make your work easier is to find the task organization method that works best for you. Aside from Kanban boards, there are to-do lists. Perfect for simple tasks that don’t need too much explanation and even for personal tasks: Then, there’s the detailed task list for work-related projects where you did a bit more than just the task’s name, priority, and deadline: Make sure you don’t forget anything “Did you finish the task I told you about?” “…” One of the biggest advantages of working online is that most of the things you should remember are written down. With so many calendar tools, notifications, and emails it’s almost impossible to forget about any of your tasks. In Paymo you can set a due date reminder for any of your tasks to be notified a couple of days before its deadline: You can also use Google Calendar which allows you to set multiple reminders and invite guests to the events you create: Files, files, files Any company or project you’re working on needs a safe place to store files. When you’re dealing with remote work, a clear method of sorting your files and backing everything up with a password is vital. The project management platform you’re already working with should have a section or menu button called “Files” or “Attachments” where you can find all docs and files that have ever been used in your virtual workspace. You’ll also see this under each project and task but it takes longer to find something there if you’re looking for an edited photo you asked for 7 months ago. But it might not have this feature or maybe you’ve already reached your storage limit. Then you can pair it with one commonly used solution like Google Drive, Dropbox, Box, or OneDrive. Here’s one way of organizing your design files into folders according to month (add some color too): Keeping everything secured There’s also the cybersecurity issue you should NEVER neglect. Honestly, even if you did get a work-dedicated laptop from the company, you’re still using it in your free time too. Whatever you download, watch, or click on at home or while you’re using public Wi-Fi can potentially be harmful and corrupt your work files. Don’t believe me? This iPass security report found that a shocking 62% of all Wi-Fi related security incidents of the interviewed companies happened in coffee shops. An average of 57% of Chief Information Officers (CIOs) also suspect remote employees to be the cause of a mobile security issue in the last year. Sure, nobody wants to think they’re going to click on a link from one spam email (valid for non-remote employees too) and the next day all of the company’s data is out. But it can happen. That’s why you should take safety measures such as the following: Don’t leave your laptop unattended when working from a public space Protect all devices with strong passwords that contain uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and special characters Change your password whenever you’re experiencing security issues (e.g. Twitter send you an email whenever someone tries to access your account) Don’t use the same password on all accounts Use a password manager like LastPass for strong password suggestions and additional security Activate 2FA (two-factor authentication) where the option allows it and use a tool like this Authenticator Chrome extension from TypingDNA, so you don’t have to whip out your phone each time but still be secured by the way you type Be careful with Wi-Fi in public places as they’re most likely not secured Install a strong antivirus software and update it regularly Don’t download software from unsafe websites or without a license to prove its authenticity Periodically update the software you’ve already installed (many times there’s a security reason behind them) Connect to a VPN service to keep your Internet traffic encrypted Don’t access your work accounts from any public computer (not even your best friend’s laptop) Self-monitoring your work Remote workers get monitored too. More importantly, though, they first need to keep track of their own work and its evolution in time by themselves. WHAT IS TIME TRACKING? Time tracking is the process of recording and monitoring the time you spend on an activity or project. It’s usually done via an automatic time tracker or a digital stopwatch. In terms of work procedure, there’s a slight difference between whether you’re tracking time manually or automatically. You might want to remember these options in case you’re already working with one and want to switch because it’s not just the thing for you. Automatic time tracking tools record everything you’re doing on your computer. This includes any files, apps, browser tabs, and even idle time. Just turn them on at the beginning of the day and stop the recorder when you leave. Take PaymoPlus for example. If you regularly work with multiple projects at the same time, this tool lets you match your activities to the right project and task at the end of the day. It’s also great if you want to find out what your main distractions where. Just have a look at my use case to see what my results were. No worries though. All entries can be edited so you can delete those minutes you spent on YouTube or Facebook 😉  On the other hand, a stopwatch requires you to click the play (start) button when you’re beginning work on a task and when you stop working on it. You can also use time trackers on your phone to record time while on the go. This is the time tracking method I’m using. Despite having to remember to start and stop my timer each time, it gives me better control of my time and, at the end of the day, there’s nothing else I have to do. All my recorded hours are then sent into a timesheet. Timesheets are a physical or virtual proof of the time you’ve worked. Their main use is for payroll and human resource management, but also benefit employees since they bring transparency to the team and allow everyone to work equal hours and justify their hours. Finally! If you’re a remote worker and want something truly helpful for yourself, then there are time reports. These visual work summaries show you how you’re spending time, money, and other resources. Having time reports in a remote team is great for cutting down on administrative tasks and discussions. Your manager or team leader will immediately see if you’re overbooked or have time for another task without having to call a meeting. I went into more details and gave a few examples in this article if you want to find out more about how time reports work. Why are time constraints so important? Because team members often rely on each other’s work. Front-end developers, for instance, can’t really start coding without getting that final PSD file from the UX designer. Project managers can’t start planning without having first met with the client and learn exactly what needs to be done. These are all task dependencies. To set them, use a Gantt Chart. This is great to show employees what their progress is and what they should work on first. Even when working remotely or with limited communication possibilities. Tip If you’re going to be Skype calling your remote team member who’s on another continent, use something like WorldTimeBuddy or set multiple hours on your smartphone to check when they’re…awake. Tips for working remotely and being efficient at it You might still find it hard to adapt to your new lifestyle. This is normal, but there are a few easy things you can do to tackle the unique challenges of remote work: Set a clear work schedule or routine Not having a fixed schedule will make you postpone work indefinitely. I use the same schedule as my colleagues who work from the office just because it’s much easier to communicate with them this way. Others, on the other hand, might want free time midday to run your errands or unwind. You can do this if you divide your day into two 4-hour periods, one for the morning and one for the evening. Have a routine so you can more easily slip into productivity. I have certain aspects of my work that I do at home in the mornings and others I more easily do in the afternoons at a coffee shop.  Some things are best between the 10 pm and 1 am, but that only works because my work is results-based, not hours-logged. – Amna Shamim, Freelance Writer and Visibility Consultant Don’t ever say “I’m just going to finish everything in the evening.”! Having a set start and end date for work will help you better manage your tasks and keep your work-life balance in check too. Or, in Adam Giffi’s words: Treat remote work as much like a normal job as possible. Meaning you’re not working from your bed or from your couch. You’re getting up, getting dressed, and going to a dedicated space in your home solely for work. Make the most out of EVERY video call You don’t have many chances to talk to your colleagues and clarify a task. Try to get lots of details and company updates from a single video call. This way you won’t have to constantly call them via Skype or spam their Slack channel. Prepare a list of questions beforehand and put down any problems you encounter throughout the day. Setting a time for a daily meeting would also work. TIP The office-based team might have a few meetings without you. Make sure you ask for updates even if they don’t involve your work just to stay on track with everything that’s going on. Block websites that distract you You’re working online so distractions are literally everywhere. Put your phone in airplane mode and block certain websites from your browser. Facebook Messenger even has an option for you to mute a conversation for a few hours or indefinitely so you won’t be tempted to chat all day. To help eliminate distractions, I keep my phone on silent during the work day and out of reach. Apps like FocusMe also help block social media site during work hours, which makes it easier to focus and stay productive. – Chelsea Krause, Writer @Merchant Maverick Do some of your work outside of the online Spending at least 8 hours each day in front of a laptop can take its toll on your health. Yes, you’re working virtually, but it doesn’t mean you can’t keep some of your docs offline. There are lots of things you can do without your laptop like writing an article by hand or creating a logo sketch. But if that’s taking up too much time, you can always keep the information you use most often nearby. I keep image sizes on an open notebook that’s always close. Or just create a physical Kanban board for everything that’s not related to work to at least spend the rest of your day off the Internet. Take a few minutes each hour to just relax Let’s keep it real. Nobody regularly works for 8 hours straight without any break. Not even in the office. People talk to each other, drop a joke now and then, make themselves coffee, grab a snack, or just call a friend. The same applies when working remotely. While you can work constantly for 8 hours, a few days into this experiment and you’ll find yourself with no energy left for the next couple of days. That just does nothing good for your productivity. To keep your work efficiency (and mental sanity) top notch, take a break every once in a while. Declutter your workspace, call your mother, feed your dog, order pizza… anything’s fine as long as it doesn’t exceed 10-20 minutes. Keep an organized work desk Nobody else is going to see your desk. But you are. A cluttered work table not only lowers your productivity level but also makes you waste time. Keep everything work-related within arm’s reach and organize your offline files so you won’t spend time searching for a piece of information. Tip You can also change the place you work from once in a while to kill that monotony or find inspiring scenery. Create a strong boundary between your work and personal life In other words: Don’t work from the same room where your kids are. Or any other family members. This doesn’t mean you have to isolate yourself though. Create a dedicated office (or two) for yourself (even if that’s your bed) and make sure nobody can interrupt you as you’re working. It’s easy to stop making the difference between these two and forget about your work while you’re playing with your kids for hours. Remote workers need a professional, quiet space for working and making phone calls. During the summer months or school breaks, I leave a sign on the outside of my office door that says: “Please check to see if I am on a call before trying to get my attention.” If I am on a web call, I lock the door. – Melissa C. Gillespie, Editor @Luxury Pools + Outdoor Living magazine RMS Media Group Also, don’t forget to disconnect yourself after work to avoid job burnout: Make sure you have an excuse to leave the house! Whether it’s going for a walk at lunch or heading to the gym after you’ve clocked off, it’s important that you step away from your work each day and have the chance to clear your mind and avoid burnout. – Sam Carney, Content Delivery Manager @Copify Stay online and make sure others can see you You’re not in the office so others won’t really know when you’re at work. Some companies only ask employees to stay online for a couple of hours each day so they can have meetings and discuss tasks. The problem here is that unexpected bugs, server crashes, or spontaneous inquiries can’t really be addressed until the next time you’re online. Therefore, here’s a more effective tip I’ve tested: staying visible online during your work schedule. Others will see when you start work, when they can contact you, and when you’ve already left. You’ll also feel more like you’re a part of the team since you’re following pretty much the same routine as those who go to the office. Note This is even more important for fully-remote teams where being available most of the time is vital. Without a schedule policy, you’d be waiting for a colleague to go online and that teammate is also waiting for someone else who‘s expecting an answer from another person who… and the circle goes on. Don’t be afraid to ask for help even when working remotely Feeling like you’re not communicating properly? Don’t know what’s going on at the office? Nobody told you about this year’s Christmas party? Just ask someone. Your co-workers don’t have to be your best friends, but it’s best to have a team member you can talk to if you have any problems and requests. When you’re feeling lonely or burned out – speak up. Keep consistent and transparent communication with your manager to let them know how you’re doing – both professionally and personally. – Shelby Kennard, Director, Corporate Communications @Limeade Whenever you need help, just message one of your colleagues. It’s better to ask a few questions first than waste countless hours trying to find a solution and then have to re-do it all because you didn’t get the instructions right. Check out our productivity at work guide for even more best practices you can try like avoiding procrastination and prioritizing your tasks. Not yet working remotely but you’re looking to make the switch? Read on to find out how to get started and land your dream remote job. What is remote work? Remote work is any full-time, part-time, or project-based job that one person is doing from outside the company’s office. This means you can work from your home, a coffee shop, the beach, your car, or even a coworking space where other remote workers and freelancers like you are working from. All work is done using your laptop (desktop, smartphone, or tablet) and the power of the Internet. What a wonderful era to live in, huh? Now, you might have seen a recent boom in remote jobs. According to this FlexJobs report, their remote job ads solely had a whopping 51% increase from 2014 to 2017. There aren’t any exact figures when it comes to the number of people who only work remotely. Indeed, a growing number of them have been spending part of their time working from a remote location while doing the rest of their duties in the office. These are not exactly remote workers. For this reason, I want to clarify the difference between working remotely and working from home. This will help you better understand the benefits and downsides that are particular to remote employment as you read on. So, what does working remotely really mean? Working remotely is not the same thing as working from home. Just because you’re taking one or two days each week to work from home doesn’t mean you’ve become a remote worker. Lots of companies now offer flexible schedule policies. You can make your own daily schedule, take a couple of days per month as “working from home” days, or work until noon at the office and the rest of the day from home. There are various reasons for this, like having a dentist’s appointment in the middle of the day, catching a cold, or maybe just needing a quiet day to focus on your task. I guess any creative will know what I’m saying with the last one 😉  Remote working, on the other hand, is not just a dozen days per month. You decide to take months, years, or a lifetime “off” from the office. You’ll be working just like you did before but without the buzz of an open office and with no time spent on your commute. Hooray! Types of teams you can be a part of as a remote employee Remote workers belong to many different types of team structures and cultures. This is why their ways of working are distinct too. Here are a couple of team types that allow remote work and how they’ll each benefit you or not: The “fully-remote team”, because they know what remote life is all about All employees work from separate places, even time zones. Communication could suffer a bit when there’s an 8-hour or more gap between them. Yet, certain companies prefer this when it comes to choosing their employees to cover the different time zones of their clients. For instance, a company could have 3 different customer support experts in distinct time zones to answer all incoming requests in a timely manner. This type of team is a good option if you don’t want to feel like the odd one out or you’re looking to collaborate with other people who’ve been remote for a while and can give you real tips on handling the company’s workload. Teams like Buffer, MeetEdgar, and Automattic are good examples. The “only a few members work remotely team”, because I want to do things my way This is my case. One or more people work remotely, but the majority work from the office. Consider this option if you hate commuting, need a quiet place to work from, want to travel the world, or you might just really want to work for a company but live on another continent. Might not be the best choice if you’re not a good communicator. Or if you don’t want to see the rest of the team go to lunch together while you’re sitting at home alone. Examples include Canva, Dell, Amazon, Apple, and many more. The “non-team”, because I like being on my own Remote working is not just for teams. Freelancers can also work remotely, either individually or collaboratively. Most freelancers have already been working remotely for decades. Except for the ones who are hired by companies for temporary projects and were asked to join the rest of the team on-site. This is the best choice for any independent or introverted person who’s also looking to gain experience by working for multiple clients rather than for a single company. The main problem, though, is that freelancing opportunities are never secured for your future and you might find this lifestyle difficult if you’re generally bad at handling finances. The benefits of working remotely You might have already heard about certain remote work advantages like increased productivity, flexibility, freedom, better focus, and all that abstract stuff. But here are the honest benefits of working remotely: You don’t need to buy so many things anymore Most workplaces have already dropped their formal outfit policies, but with a remote workplace, you can spend all day, well… in your pajamas. And you’ll be saving a lot of money on lunch and other snacks. Oh, and there are other things you can do without. Like, you know… a car. Fuel. Car insurance. Uber for when your car breaks down. A new car. All that. No more waking up 2 hours before work Some like to sleep in. If you’re like me and don’t need time to wake up and start being active, you can just get straight out of bed and begin work. Saves you two hours at least. Or, wake up a couple of minutes before the start of your workday, get yourself a coffee, read the news, or whatever you need to get yourself started. Activities such as playing Sudoku, listening to music, or going for a walk in the park are recommended to stimulate your brain’s activity and give you more energy. No commute, no harsh weather Picture this: you wake up, there’s a snowstorm outside, and all buses and trains are 1-hour late already. But you don’t care because you’re working remotely 😀  Make yourself a cup of tea and get to work without the frozen fingers. More energy after work If you’ve worked a regular office job before you know that coming home at 5-6, getting stuck for another hour in traffic, and realizing you forgot to buy food can drain your enthusiasm to do more that day and nurture your hobbies. Do your daily chores (for which you have no energy left anyway) and you’ll soon find it’s time to go to bed already. As a remote employee, you don’t waste time remembering where you parked your car, driving back home, finding another parking spot… Chances are you’ve already got food at home prepared the day before. So you’ve got roughly 4-5 hours left to do whatever you want. Spend time with your family, take an art course, go shopping, read a book, watch a TV show, go to the gym, etc. Do what you want during lunch break Because you don’t have to go to lunch with your co-workers, you can spend that time cooking something, taking a shower, reading the next chapter of your favorite book, calling your friends, even sleeping if you want to. If you’re feeling creative that day, your thought process won’t be interrupted and you can continue your work and have lunch after. You can also take this hour to unwind by going for a walk and recharge your batteries. No need to listen to your co-workers arguing about what font to pick Not everyone works well in an office environment. There’s always someone asking a question, bumping into a chair, needing a cable, etc. For any job that involves creation and idea generation, this can be a problem. Your only options are to go to another room and work from there or deal with the noise. I’m one of the people who need extreme silence to work (raise your hands if you’re like this too). I’ll get distracted by any buzz or phone ringing be it in the office, coffee shop, or park. More than half of the people I talked to named having “fewer distractions” as one of the top benefits of working remotely: I get more done because I’m in an environment tailored to my working style and without the distractions of an office, which is especially helpful in a ‘creative’ field like marketing. – Adam Giffi, Marketing Manager @Alexander Mann Solutions The Copify team, for instance, have an office which they use to catch up every few weeks. However, the nature of their work (copywriting) means they’re more productive when working remotely. Remember what I said about creatives needing quiet time? And while noise won’t necessarily stop people like us from working, it can make us slower, more stressed, and less happy at work. Remote employment (particularly from your home) is the ultimate solution for this. No exaggeration. Adapt your workspace to your needs There are so many complaints you’ll never have to state. I don’t like my table. I don’t have space. My chair is not comfortable enough. It’s too hot here. It’s too cold. As a remote worker, your workspace is what you make it. You can code from your own bed, move your office to your favorite coffee shop, get whichever chair you want… have the room as warm as you want it. The possibilities are endless. Stay happy! Yes, remote work does make you happier. Unless closely working with others is what brings you joy. You get more free time each day, more chances to check on your kids, and less money spent on things you’d only pay for at work such as daily lunches, car fuel, or parking subscriptions (and fines). You’ll also get more sleep time. Feeling well-rested contributes to our work efficiency and general happiness state. The disadvantages of working remotely One thing I realized while talking to other remote workers was that we all had the same problems. Working remotely is obviously not just sunshine and rainbows. Not all companies let you make your own schedule or walk your dog when you should really be working on your tasks. And that’s for the better. You can tell why. The truth is that working remotely is just like any other job. Except you’ve got the additional benefits mentioned above. Those pros, though, can be everything you need to make you love your job. Yet, there will always be a couple of downsides. Here are the plain, honest cons you’ll experience at some point: You’ll get lonely Inevitably loneliness or isolation will set in once you see your team members enjoying team building activities or lunch together while you’re all alone at home. You seriously might never even get to meet your co-workers in person. Lack of in-person human interaction is a big issue when it comes to maintaining good work communication. I recommend visiting the office every once in a while if you’ve got the chance to stay connected and get accustomed to their work culture. I’m still trying to get the hang of this issue so here’s one tip from Chuck Vadun, Communications Director @Fire Engine RED: There are definitely times when I feel a bit isolated. To combat this, I try to make sure I get out for lunch with a friend or family member at least once a week. Or I’ll leave early to go to a yoga class and make up the work time later. Sarah Moe, Co-Founder @Flauk recommends socializing with other remote employees like yourself: Meet other remote workers by working from coffee shops or co-working spaces from time to time. Go to networking events to make friends and share your stories about working remotely. You’ll get distracted There will always be that YouTube video that just needs to be watched right then and there. Or that TV show you’ve been planning to watch for a while. Or a book that’s desperately calling for you to read it. I could go on forever, but I don’t want to give you more ideas to distract yourself. Instead, I’ll tell you what I do to stop distractions. Whenever I come across an article, video, or any other piece of content I might want to check out, I just bookmark it and leave it aside for the time being. One or two days later I check them when I have time. The thing is that most of the time I’m not even interested in the majority of them anymore. So I don’t even look at them again. This seriously saves me a couple hours each week. Dann Albright suggests creating a habit out of working without distractions and an environment that will prevent these: After a while, whenever you go into your office, you’ll get into your work mode and it’ll be easier to stop getting distracted. Practice deep work and mindful habits and you’ll see your productivity go way up. Be intentional about your work practice. Close your social media tabs and email and focus on a single task. Don’t try to avoid distractions. Create an environment where they don’t happen. Less walking, less physical activity No work commute equals no more walking. Yeah, sure, it sounds nice. But that hour a day you would have been walking to and from work (let’s not forget the moving around the office part) is now gone. You know that no physical activity means bad health and lots of other illnesses like diabetes or heart disease so I won’t go on to scare you with this topic. To prevent them though, stretch every few hours and take a short walk at lunch or after work. Props if you like going to the gym or regularly workout at home or practice a sport. Develop a work out routine to keep you healthy, active, and refreshed. You can also find a hobby to help you maintain your energy throughout the day. – Ashley Chorpenning, Marketing Strategist and Content Creator Team communication problems Even if you consider yourself a great communicator, the reality is not everyone in your team will know how to handle collaborating with a remote employee. Simply because they’re not yet used to it. Remember that, when managing a remote team, the key to effective communication is knowing the communication style of each team member. For instance, I  prefer voicing my opinions in writing. It’s easier for me to develop upon every detail than explain it verbally. Of course, your communication style won’t always match that of others. Mix different styles to make sure everything is clearly understood. Take my case. I put down everything in written form and then use a video call to further clarify my thoughts. Constant worry about what others might say Remote workers might fear being constantly doubted or accused of slacking. This is normal since there’s no one to directly supervise you. Meanwhile, if you’re doing your work on time AND within the agreed upon quality standards, nobody is really going to be worried about you. People think you don’t do anything all day — it’s a common misconception, but in reality, employees who work remotely typically get more done than people who work in an office. Have confidence in your work and take comfort in that feeling. The fact that you’re worried about your output means you care about your work. Anyone who cares about their work is naturally going to work harder. – Lindsay Wissman, Copywriter @The Content Factory Just focus on doing your best the same way you would if you were in the office. No need to rush just to deliver results faster than others. Tip Accountability is not hard to manage though. Use an automatic time tracking tool like PaymoPlus to record your entire workday. If anybody ever doubts your efforts, just show them your time logs. That should be enough proof. Tech crashes I’m talking about all those times when your Internet connection drops or your computer needs an update just when you’re about to have a meeting. Prepare for these problems beforehand. Find a nearby place with free Wi-Fi, install the apps and communication tools you use often on your smartphone, have an old computer at hand, and any other preventive measure that won’t keep you from waiting for an update all day long. I for one have another computer available and use my mobile data to fill for brief Internet connection drops. Read the next section to find hints on how you can tell if working remotely s a good choice for your lifestyle and work behavior. Is working remotely right for you? It’s definitely not for everyone. If you’re the type of person who needs daily interaction with colleagues and peers, then it may not be a good fit. Working remotely has many benefits, but it takes a certain type of person for it to work. – Brandon Seymour, Consultant @Beymour Consulting Before you get to work, go through these 3 essential steps to find out if you’ll be happy working remotely: Start with a test run Don’t just assume you’re good for the job. I had a trial period despite knowing this was what I always wanted. It’s a great chance for you to test your own skills and see how well (or not) you can communicate with the team. Assess your qualities and flaws You don’t have to make a list. Just think about your best traits and what you need to improve. If you’re not really a patient person or a good communicator and you often procrastinate… you’re not suited for working remotely. Make sure you have the right personality for remote work. A lot of people find it difficult not to have a boss looking over their shoulder and telling them what to do. If you’re not an independent worker with critical thinking skills and good communication, you may struggle with the arrangement. – Holly Reisem Hanna @The Work at Home Woman Find your motivation You need a well-grounded reason to work remotely like “I live on another continent” or “I need a quiet space to work from”. Wanting to clean your house or binge watch movies during work hours is a signal you’re in it for the wrong type of benefits. Most remote workers I talked to named self-motivation as one of the primary reasons they started working remotely in the first place. Where to find a remote job Let me tell you one great secret: You don’t always have to search for a remote-job posting to get a remote position. If there’s a company you really want to work for, go for it. Drop them an email with a resume and cover letter and see what they have to say. Companies that let you work remotely While there aren’t as many fully-remote work providers yet, some of the largest companies looking for remote workers and making a culture out of this include: Amazon Apple Automattic Baremetrics Buffer CROmetrics Canva CircleCI Close.io Convergys ConvertKit Dell DigitalOcean Glassdoor Hotjar IT Pros MeetEdgar Pearson Pluralsight Toptal VMware Zapier Websites to help you find a remote job Besides each company’s career page, there are lots of job listing websites that focus only on showcasing jobs from companies that let you work remotely: Websites like Jobspresso or Remote Work Hub specify whether the remote worker can be from anywhere around the world or a specific country. Then there are specialized websites for finding remote work opportunities in your field. Check the sites you commonly go to, like Dribbble, GrowthHub, or Stack Overflow, they probably have a job postings page too. How to use other websites to find a remote job Go to websites where you’d usually look for a job. Glassdoor, AngelList, or Indeed have recently introduced new search possibilities for those who’d like to work remotely: Otherwise, just searching for “remote job” or “work remotely” should do the trick. Take this example from LinkedIn: First try finding a remote job in your country just to keep all legal aspects in check, especially if you’re not a freelancer. Hiring someone from a different country (particularly different continent) is a bit more difficult for employees, so your chances of landing your dream remote career opportunity are at first higher for your own country. Note Make sure you read the full job description before applying. Sometimes companies list “remote work” as a temporary option for the first months or use it to refer to working from home just a couple of days/week, but you’ll still be required to go to the office regularly. Still haven’t found what you were looking for? Run a Google search for “[your industry] + remote job” and sort the results according to your desired window of time: All this looks good, but can I really score a remote job? How to get a remote job So you’ve finally found that ideal remote work opportunity. Still, how do you own it? You already know you should be setting yourself apart from anyone else, so here are other tips to help you score that unicorn job: Know what companies want from their remote employees and develop yourself towards that direction I’ve always liked checking job ads to see how requirements change over the years. You can really make a hobby out of this.Even if that’s not really your passion, you should check them out once in a while. Before you jump into randomly applying for remote career opportunities here and there, have a look at what employers demand to see if you’ll fit their work culture. This can show you how and in what direction to develop yourself. To make this easier for you, I’ve compiled the most common requirements (related to working remotely) from 100+ of the most recent Remote.co job listings: Proven track record of working remotely Strong verbal and written communication skills Ability to present ideas Must be a self-starter Excellent prioritization and organization skills Great time management skills Ability to meet deadlines A learning mindset Self-discipline Proactiveness Goal orientation and motivation Troubleshooting capabilities Team player Strong work ethic Positive and enthusiastic attitude Remote job requirements aren’t that different from common office position requirements. The skills you’ll need to land a remote position are the same as for any onsite job. You might, though, be expected to have a degree of remote working experience, a strong sense of accountability, and developed communication skills. The catch is that you’ll need to adapt each of the above skills to working virtually. This means that organization will now be done on digital boards and collaboration becomes a bunch of video calls or message board notifications. Have a work portfolio beforehand Not all employers will trust recent college graduates when it comes to working remotely with little to no supervision. Think about it, there’s no one to recommend you and you don’t have much proof of your past results yet. There are plenty of remote junior positions, even internships. But if you have a look at any remote job listing website, you’ll notice that most ads are for senior-level experts. At the time I wrote this article, Remote.co had 93 job listings for Senior positions and only 12 for Junior ones. For entry-level remote careers, make sure you’re passionate about your work. Join projects, volunteer, or practice your skills at home by creating a website, launching an app, opening your own blog, or showcasing your designs on Dribbble. In the case of a Junior Software Development position, an employer might just want to see your GitHub account to validate and evaluate your commits. You might already have these in check. If not, get to work right now. It’s never too late to sharpen your skills. Once you’ve got a couple of years of work experience, a former employer to recommend you, and one or two successful projects to talk about, companies might start to contact you directly without you having to formally apply for a job. TIP YOU REALLY NEED TO REMEMBER Don’t wait endless months for the perfect remote job if you’ve got an opportunity at a local company. Start your career with an office job and gradually work your way up to your ideal remote position. Prepare yourself as you would for any other job Despite your interview probably being held over a video call, you have to prepare yourself the same way you would for any other job interview. Put on a nice shirt, learn all you can about the company, find your motivation for choosing that workplace, and prepare a set of your own questions like “How does the team communicate?”, “What’s your preferred method of work?”, or “Who will I report to?”. In the interviews themselves, we encourage applicants to ask about the social side of the company: How do team members of different interests get together? Are there opportunities to meet in ‘real life’? What does the company do to encourage a community feeling? It’s very possible to build a family vibe in a 100% remote company, so if that’s the sort of company that the candidate wants to work at, the interviewers should have good answers to these questions. An interview should be a two-way process, after all. – Tim Cameron-Kitchen, Head Ninja @Exposure Ninja Also, don’t lie in your resume or interview. Even if there’s nobody to monitor your work process, your results will always be checked. Spaghetti code is quite a clear sign you don’t have those 6+ years experience you bragged about. Do your research to determine if remote work culture is a good fit for you If you don’t like working remotely, you won’t like your job either. Knowing what remote work perks you expect and what disadvantages you just can’t cope with is key to picking the right employer. Lack of work satisfaction will show in your results or, better said, in no results. Most fully-remote companies have a page or a few articles that present their remote work culture. Get to know the team and work conduct before you accept the job. You don’t want to be stuck at a job where meetings are scheduled every 2 hours if you secretly hate meetings. This will help you keep your remote job once you got it. Three key things to remember after reading this guide: Working remotely is a complete lifestyle but you should be able to maintain a work-life balance even when working from your bed next to your kid’s room. Remote work is really not that different from a normal office job, but keep in mind all the pros and cons so they don’t surprise you. No matter how many tips you’ll look for, you still have to test them out yourself and see what works for YOU. What’s your remote work story? Would love to know! I know you might not have the time to leave a comment, but I and other readers too would like to know how you realized that working remotely was right for you, what the benefits were, and how you cope with the cons. Haven’t ever worked remotely yet? No problem. Just voice your questions and thoughts and I’ll get back to them. Happy remote working! from WordPress https://ift.tt/2WSPH65 via IFTTT
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What is an Email Blast and How to Send it Right
Love ‘em or hate ‘em, email blasts are still a thing.
Whether you’re launching a new product, announcing a massive sales campaign, or promoting your new book – you’re most likely going to start with an email blast.
Better yet, you’d start with an email campaign.
Is there a difference? – you may ask. We’ll talk about this in a moment.
You’ll also learn about the best practices you should follow when sending your email blasts and examples for you to get inspired by.
  What is an email blast?
When someone says they’re going to send an email blast, they usually mean that they’ll send an email message to a large number of recipients, all at the same time.
Many marketers (myself included), upon hearing the term email blast, still imagine something similar to the following message:
    Side note: This is my reaction to these kinds of emails:
    That’s because, at least in the past, email blasts:
Were sent to as many people as possible, no matter if the sender had the right permissions for these types of campaigns,
Were mostly used on an ad hoc basis. They were not part of a larger strategy aimed to build a long-term relationship with the audience,
And it didn’t matter who was on the receiving end, what mattered was the number of clicks the campaign would generate.
  Email blasts were very much like spam.
But as language evolves, so has the understanding of the term email blast. These days, many marketers use it interchangeably with the term email campaign.
I, however, still see them as two slightly different things.
And since Google tends to show different results in SERPs for both of these terms, in this post we’re going to treat them as two separate things.
  Key differences: email blasts vs email campaigns
So what is the difference between an email blast and an email campaign?
Naturally, as an email service provider, we’re going to be referring only to the situation where the sender has the right to communicate with their recipients (permission-based marketing).
  In theory, email blasts are:
Sent to the entire email list,
Not targeted or personalized,
Sent at the same time, no matter where the subscribers are located.
  Now, again, in theory, email campaigns may be:
Sent to a single or multiple segments,
Personalized to reflect the recipients’ preferences or needs,
Sent according to the recipients’ time zone or in response to their past behavior.
  This is, however, only in theory.
As a matter of fact, our recent studies still suggest that 53% of email marketers send the same message to all their recipients.
In other words, most email marketers still send out email blasts.
So is there any better way to run your email communication?
There certainly is.
Below, we’re going to provide you with several tips on how you can do this.
For more email blast best practices, consider reading our email marketing best practices article.
  1. How to send an email blast
First off – how do you send an email blast so that it generates high engagement and a positive ROI?
The three key elements to this include choosing the right audience, the right set of tools, and keeping the goal in mind.
Here’s what we mean:
  Choosing the right audience
Rather than buying an email list (or even renting it), you should build one instead.
Organically built email lists have many advantages over databases that you can scrape or buy online. They generate higher returns, help you maintain strong deliverability, and, well, are legal
You can learn more about this from one of our previous articles, where we compare purchased email lists to the organic ones.
Now, how do you build an email list?
The answer comes down to having three things in place:
Driving traffic onto the page where the form’s presented
Something to offer in exchange for the email address
Testing different list building methods
Since these are all rather broad topics, it’s best that you check out these three posts that focus on them individually.
How to design Facebook ads in GetResponse
25 lead magnet ideas
43 email list building ideas
In addition, you may want to read this post where we explain the process of how you can build an email list using lead funnels, from start to finish.
But, building an email list isn’t all there is to making your email blasts effective. You also need to make sure to keep your database clean and your contacts engaged. Otherwise, your messages won’t generate the results you’re hoping for, or even worse – they may be landing in the spam folder.
Let’s consider what it takes to keep your communication engaging.
Based on the data from the Email Marketing Benchmarks report, we can see that emails that beat the average results in terms of open and click-through rates tend to have one of the following characteristics:
They’re personalized, i.e., the content is tailored to meet their recipients’ needs.
They contain visual or engaging content, e.g., videos.
They’re often automated, which means they reach the email recipients at the optimal time.
    While employing these tactics doesn’t guarantee instant success, it can definitely help you increase your email campaign engagement rates – and put you ahead of your competitors, too.
One example of a company that maintains high subscriber engagement by running A/B tests and personalizing their email campaigns is a lead generation agency called Submission Technology.
To learn more, read the full case study where they share the tips and tactics they use to achieve click-through rates that are 121-149% higher than the average results in their industry.
These results aren’t something outside of a typical marketer’s reach.
Let’s take personalization, for instance.
In the example of Submission Technology, they’re segmenting their audience and delivering personalized email campaigns based on their users’ gender.
For an ecommerce brand, this should be a relatively easy tactic to apply.
Similarly, you could segment your audience based on their purchase history or engagement level.
You can actually achieve this pretty easily using the engagement score feature in GetResponse.
The system automatically identifies and scores your contacts’ activity based on their interactions with your emails. The score is represented by the number of bars, 1-5 shown under the contact’s name in the Search Contacts section of your account.
This is what it looks like when you’re looking at one of your contacts lists:
    To create a segment using the engagement score, all you have to do is select the right set of conditions, e.g., contact details > engagement score > is equal to > highly engaged.
    Once you’ve created your segment, you can present them a more personalized offer or use them to create a Lookalike Audience when creating your Facebook ads.
To learn more about this feature, check out our FAQ page.
And this is only one example of how you can divide your audience into separate groups. Here are more ideas on how you can segment your contacts, based on the type of business you’re in.
Circling back to what I’ve mentioned before about making sure your content’s engaging, here’s an email blast example that follows this practice rather well.
You’ll find more inspiring examples in our roundup post on the best email marketing campaigns.
    Choosing the right set of tools
Whether you’ve already built an email list or are about to start one, you’ll need a technological partner to back you up.
Your email blast service or email service provider (ESP) plays an important role when it comes to building and maintaining strong deliverability.
The ESP usually takes care of various processes like bounce and complaint handling, managing the unsubscribe requests, delivering your messages, contacting the ISPs, authenticating your communication, and providing you with analytical reports.
If you aren’t currently using any providers or you’re considering switching, GetResponse can help you run your email campaigns effectively.
  Keeping the end goal in mind
In email marketing, as is the case with other marketing channels, it pays off to keep your end goal in mind.
What is that you want your email blast or campaign to achieve?
Click-throughs to your site? Resource downloads? Product orders?
The answer to this question should guide you when designing your messages.
It should dictate what you’re going to include in your subject line, the preheader, the copy, and most importantly – in the call to action.
All of the components of your message should point your audience towards the action you want them to perform.
Ideally, you’ll have one primary call to action. This way, it won’t compete for attention with other buttons or text links.
If this isn’t realistic in your case, make sure to keep it the most prominent one.
You’ll want to test this approach, but usually, it’s best to limit the number of options you present to your audience. By offering too many options, you may be thinking you’re providing them value, but in reality, you’re pushing them into the paralysis by analysis state.
Here’s an example of an email message that offers just one primary call to action button.
    2. What is the best time to send an email blast?
This is one of the most frequently asked questions when it comes to running email marketing campaigns.
There’s no easy answer, even though we’ve tackled it a couple of times in the past in the Email Marketing Benchmarks report or this infographic.
In my opinion, generalizing that your entire audience will open your email blast at a certain time or day of the week is not the right approach.
Consumers are all different, and they change their behavioral habits depending on the situation they’re in.
  So here are the steps I propose, in this specific order:
Rather than picking the ideal time for everyone, use an algorithm that’s going to adjust the email sending time for each of your contacts individually.  In GetResponse, this feature is called Perfect Timing.
If you’d rather choose that your email blast reaches your audience at a specific time, go ahead and analyze this report to pick the most optimal hour. Once you’ve selected the appropriate time slot (10 AM and 2 PM seem to be the most promising), send your email blast using the Time Travel feature. Similarly to Perfect Timing, it’ll adjust the time of the sendout for you, but this time only to make sure that the message reaches your audience at a specific hour according to their time zone.
  Email blasts, broadcasts, campaigns – it doesn’t matter
As long as your campaigns are purely permission-based and you’re following the email marketing best practices the naming is a secondary thing.
So, go ahead and start preparing your next email campaign.
And if you need help with that, just check out the guide we’ve prepared below.
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7 Tips to Make your Subscribers More Likely to Open Your Emails
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