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keepquietsblog · 8 months

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Keep It Quiet: Elevating Workplace Productivity with Premier Soundproof Solutions

Introduction

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write4cench · 8 months

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distractions.

summary: central cee and you decided to collaborate together on a track together, but when things get a little too heated your minds drive… elsewhere

pairings: single!central cee x reader

genre: smut.. just smut

word count: 2.6k+ (unedited)

a/n: this is my first smut lmao can't believe i've done this, i mean i couldn’t help it central cee too fine. i’m not the best at it though.. 😁😁🙏🏾

central cee and you both spend your time in his private studio, located in his apartment. it's decently sized but not too spacious, regardless it gets the job done and the both of you manage to produce and record your lines for the track.

you've both wanted to work with one another on a song together and so have your fans, they've been awaiting this for so long that your management team decided it was the best decision.

you stand on inside of the booth looking down at the lyrics sheet that lies in front of you, humming the rhythm before the track plays within your headphones and you begin to sing along over your back vocals.

cench sits in front of you layed back in one of the wheely chairs that sit behind the booth, he watches you sing nodding his head to the rhythm of the song but also impressed by your vocal abilities.

it's the two of you alone in the studio which is quiet unusual considering the fact that during the last studio sessions the studio was filled with friends of central cee who decided to show up.

but instead this time, it's only the two of you. but it feels far from awkward it feels comforting and you both focus on getting the work done.

the song's chorus comes to and end and he stops the instrumental from playing again, upon finishing you glance at him and put a thumbs up asking him if you did good enough of a job, he nods and you do a small celebration that makes him laugh.

he begins to speak but it's too muffled due to the soundproof booth so you take your headphones off and open the door slightly to hear him better, "you did great, we don't even have to run it over again." he admits and you smile.

"you sure, i feel like some of it was a little off." you tell him but he shakes his head in refusal so you decided to leave it since it is his song after all.

"can i hear it over?" you ask him and he nods playing it over again, you put the headphones back onto your head and listen to it carefully.

the song starts off with central cee's wonderful rap that as usual never miss, the song then slips into the chorus that you sing and the beat drop before it sounds perfect.

the booth of you glance at one another in satisfaction at the song so far, sharing a smile as it continues before stopping at the progress so far.

"i think it's great so far." you say with a sigh as you sit behind the booth on one of the wheely chair turning yourself side to side.

"it's more than great." he mumbles.

the room is quiet and you decide to take out your phone, you glance at the time to see it read 10:43pm, it's getting later and you consider leaving within the next 20 minutes.

he finds an interest in the piano in front of the two of you, playing random notes that don't even sound too great together, you watch him finding the sight hilarious he notices so and shrugs embarrassed.

"i'm not too much a piano player," he sighs shaking his head trying to save himself, "i took lessons for a week and gave up on it." he clarifies and you nod your head numerously in a joking manner.

"can you even play any instrument?" you ask him genuinely and he shakes his head, your mouth drops in disbelief.

"maybe it's something i should get into, i don't play anything." he admits before smiling sheepishly.

"i'll show you something."

your hands find a placement onto the keyboard, testing out the position by pressing down on the notes to get the right keys. you begin to play something small and watch how his face turns into full surprise.

you smile as you continue before you get to distracted by him watching you and pause, "i can't focus with you watching me like that." you tell him annoyed and he laughs.

"forget i'm even here." he sighs closing his eyes and leaning back into your seat; you watch him do so frowning.

"how am i supposed to forget your there." you tell him but he doesn't respond so you exhale deeply before continuing to play the piano.

you'd admit, it's been a while since you've last played the piano but you've impressed yourself by still remembering the notes to the piece you play every single time.

you continue to play the piano forgetting he's even there until you come to an end, when you turn to look at him he's still laid back into his seat with his eyes closed, his hood lying over his head.

is he sleeping?

you hit him on the side of his arm and he winces before sitting upright, his hand rushing to soothe where he was attacked, "that fucking hurt." he groans and you smile to yourself.

"were you sleeping whilst i was playing?" you question him and he sighs still whining over the punch you just gave him.

"you didn't need to punch me like that," he starts watching how you only smile, "i wasn't sleeping, i was just resting my eyes innit."

you hum in response and watch how he sits upright in his seat rolling the chair over to stand beside you, he glances over the keys on the piano before speaking. "teach me something." he says.

"what am i supposed to teach you." you question him, he shrugs his shoulders with a yawn not helping you one bit.

"i dunno, maybe a chord or some shit." he utters and you bite your lip in thought of watch chord to do. he watches as your hand runs along the keyboard thinking of a position before it plays a chord.

he watches you carefully and when the pleasing sound rings he glances at you only to find you looking at him already, "did you see that?" you ask him and he shakes his head.

you roll your eyes in response, "what, am i supposed to get it on the first try?" he questions you confused only to see you nod.

you watch as his tattooed hand reaches over attempting to do the same hand movement that you did, but it doesn't succeed to make the correct sound.

"no, your supposed to do it like this." you mumble, your hand reaching over to correct his. you move his hand one down along and place it on top of his getting him to push it down as it sounds the correct chord.

"what chord was that?" he asks you curiously, you glance to look at him and it's only then you both notice how close you are to one another.

"c." you say. upon hearing your response he laughs to himself and you watch him confused, after seeing your confused face he stops laughing.

"it wasn't a c, for central cee." you mumble.

"yeah, definitely."

"you're not that special." you joke to him as you move your hand away from his and he nods gazing at you, it's only when you look up that your eyes meet his.

"mhm."

silence. you don't know what to say to him and you won't lie the way that his voice sounded when he hummed did something to you. you feel your cheeks begin to redden and you mentally curse at yourself.

luckily, the room is tinted dark blue so it's impossible for him to notice a thing; or it could just really be due to your melanated skin.

it's obvious that he notices how he's caught you out of words as a smirk grows upon his face, you watch his lips do so until he brings you out of your thoughts. "i got you quiet, i won." he mumbles.

you remain quiet not saying anything until the space between the two of you becomes smaller, before you could think of anything your lips press against his.

you can feel his smirk widen against your lips wider before he kisses you back, deeper but not too desperate. you don't even notice the fact you've just kissed central cee, your mind is just completely filled with.. desire.

the kiss runs long and you feel his arms wrap around your lower waist bringing you close to him, but the inconvenience of the chairs makes you get up from your chair and sit up on his lap instead.

it's then that everything hits you and you pull apart from his lips, your chest heaves numerously in sync with his and you eyes glance all over his face as you realise what's happening.

his gaze reads something completely different, his once playful eyes have turned dark and hazy showcasing lust instead it makes you ache for more and the position of you siting up on him creates even more need within your lower region.

"fuck." he says and before you know it, he's kissing you again. the kiss is more desperate and you fall into it, he takes the dominance but you try to keep a hold of everything by wrapping your arms around his neck.

you feel him grow harder and harder beneath you just how you grow desperate and desperate, you need him badly just as bad as you need him. you'd never ever think that tonight would turn out the way it did.

your hips subconsciously begin to move slowly against his but he grabs a hold of you stopping you, his lips part away from you and you frown at him, he sees this and smiles.

he kisses your neck and you lean your head back giving him even more space, you don't care that you'll probably end up with hickies all over your neck when you feel him slightly bite you, all you need is him.

"i need you so bad." he mumbles against your neck before pecking your neck all the way up to the side of your face, you look at one another before it hits and you share a smile.

before you know it your up from his lap and your hands occupy themselves into pulling his sweats down, when you see the sight of his harden self through his pants you glance back up at him only to see him covering his face with his hand.

you pull down his boxers and he springs free his member hitting you against your nose catching you aback, you stare at him for a moment but a moment too long and he peers down at you.

"don't just stare at it." he groans and you smile, you lick the tip of his cock and the pleasing sensation sends a moan to leave his lips. you tease him, your tounge running around the tip where he's most sensitive and he moans.

he grows to desperate and before you know it his hand comes up to your head, he finds a comfort in your hair before he pushes your head down his shaft slowly.

you breathe through your nose as you take in his size before growing used to it and beginning to pump your head slowly down his shaft continuously causing him to groan quietly.

he uses your head to help him reach his high, pumping you slowly down him but also muttering how good you are occasionally. you feel your eyes begin to water slightly but luckily you don't have to much of a gag reflex.

"fuck, you're so good." he groans as he watches you take him, his hand helping to move your hair away from your face, he closes his eyes tightly as he approaches his orgasm.

his moans become shorter and more intense and it's then you can tell that he's about to release any minute. perfect. you pull away from him and he looks down at you confused.

you watch as he glares at you annoyed, "what the fuck was that for?" he asks you but you don't say anything rubbing your mouth clean with the back of your hand.

his eyes don't leave you once, reading nothing but pissed at the interruption of his orgasm, he watches you as you take off your trousers and pants; his cock twitching ever so slightly as it pleads for your attention.

"you think i'd let you cum first?" you ask him and he furrows his brows in complete denial.

you approach him as you kick away your lower clothes that pool around your feet, glaring at him "fuck me then." you tell him, he watches you with his mouth agape never expecting to see you turn into a completely different person.

you lean against the producing equipment waiting for him expectantly, but when you feel his presence behind you and his hands hold your ass you let out a moan.

he slaps your ass, making you gasp at the sudden pain before he rubs your cheek to soothe it. he pulls out a condom from the inside of his pocket and you turn around to glance at him at the sound of it opening.

"you had that on you all along?" you ask him and he grins taking it out before pulling it over his cock.

"knew i'd need it." and with that he pushes himself into you slowly without warning making your mouth agape.

he waits for a moment until he's all the way in you before he starts to move, thrust in and out of you each time causing you to moan.

your bodies are in sync as he fucks you getting turned on by the sight of you bent before him as he fucks you senseless. he gradually becomes more faster and his thrusts become stronger.

"shit." you moan although your words sound all messed up due to the rocking back and forth you experience from his thrusts.

your hands hold onto the bumpy toggles in front of you trying to find something to hold onto as you take each thrust that runs through you. you're floating in ecstasy and it all feels too good.

he moans many things under his breath that you can't pick up on too busy by being engulfed in the intense pleasure you experience as you gradually approach your high.

you feel his hand reach over underneath you, rubbing your sensitive clit whilst he takes you; the feeling of him inside you, but his hand rubbing on your sensitive bud makes it all eventually unbareable.

your moans become louder and more desperate as you feel your high approaching; once again his hand slaps your ass earning another loud gasp from you.

your hair is held up my his hand and it's obvious your makeup is probably fucked up by now, but at this point that doesn't even matter to you anymore. everything just feels too good.

you reach your orgasm and pant vigorously, he notices this and pulls out of you rubbing himself with his hand as he releases himself inside of his condom.

you rest your head on the equipment in front of you as you both catch your breath, it's only then that you feel your legs become to grow all achy and weak.

"shit, my legs." you laugh to yourself as you wobble; he notices this and laughs tying the condom and obviously throwing it into the bin.

"good luck." he jokes and you roll your eyes.

"i need to shower." you complain feeling all sticky as usual after sex, he hums in agreement.

"i'll shower with you." he smiles.

you attempt to push him away but due to your growing weak legs you fail, instead complaining about how sore they are. seems like central cee has won in keeping you quiet.

"so are we gonna work on the track again?"

"probably not for now."

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blackhairandbangs · 4 months

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That's What Friends Are For

Seo Changbin x Reader

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word count: 2.8K

genre: smut smut!! but its a little fluffy in the beginning

summary: you head to the studio to return bestfriend!changbin's hoodie and end up talking a bit about your friendship

warnings: smut! minors DNI, oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (don’t do it!) maybe a little choking? Reader is called “baby”, “baby girl”, and “bunny” Let me know if I’m missing anything!

a/n: this is currently unedited... i was too excited to post this and haven't given it a second look-through yet.

reblogs are MORE than appreciated <3

You and Changbin had been friends for years. Chan had introduced the two of you just pre-debut and you both had been inseparable since. From late nights over at his dorm, to early mornings at the studio, he just seemed to get you in a way you others didn’t.

Him and Chan were spending another evening in the studio, finishing up songs for the next comeback. The booming of bass flooded out as you opened the soundproof door.

“Hey,” you started to speak, giving the boy a small wave. “Hope I’m not interrupting, Binnie, you left your hoodie at my place last night and I know how cold the studio can get so I figured I would come run it by.” You saw the blush fall on his cheeks as you walked over to where he sat at the mixing table to hand him his tan hoodie. Truthfully, you had planned on stealing the hoodie, wearing it around the house, but you two were just friends and that didn’t seem like the appropriate “friend” action. A good friend would wash the hoodie, fold it up nice, and bring it to the owner’s place of employment, right?

“Oh my goodness, you are so thoughtful, thank you!” He takes the hoodie, slipping it over his broad shoulders. “Come have a seat! I was just finishing up this new mix before Chan gets back.” You nod your head, happy to have a chance to hang out with your friend. You loved watching him work. Something about the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was deep in thought, the way his hair would get ruffled underneath the booth headphones, the way he would bite his lip trying to get the audio effects just right, the way he… But all of the things you noticed couldn’t be anything more than platonic… You just loved to see your friend passionate about the things he enjoys and is good at. All friends love to see that!

“Do you want to hear a bit?” Changbin asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. You whip your head to look at him, taking the headphones he held out in his hands.

You give him a sincere smile, “I would love to.”

He leans over the table, pressing a few buttons before leaning back in his chair to get a clear view of your reactions. You get engulfed by the sound, taping your hand on your leg as the beat carries.

“Oh my God, Binnie, this is amazing!” You say, removing the headphones as the cut comes to an end. “My best friend has to be the most talented person in the world.”

Changbin gives a shy laugh at your praise. He is so grateful you enjoy his work, but the word “friend” hits him in his heart every time you say it. “I’m glad you like it,” He tries to hide his disappointment with a smile, just happy to have you here with him, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

“How has everything been going for you today?” he continues. You two saw each other the night before but were used to talking multiple times a day. However, his studio schedule left him with no free time to do so all day.

“Oh you know, the usual,” You start. You look down at your lap, twiddling your thumbs a bit. “Just another failed date, I really need to get off these apps.” You give a small chuckle, hoping to move on from the topic. You had met a really nice guy through one of the many dating apps on your phone and had planned to meet for coffee earlier in the day. You waited at the shop for an hour before realizing he was not planning on showing up and went home where you threw yourself on the couch until you could muster the strength to get up and bring Changbin his hoodie.

“I told you, you need to try meeting people in different ways!” He laughs. This was a conversation you two had often. You would constantly complain about all of your failed dating app dates. The dates you went on to clear your mind of the crush you had on your best friend. Your best friend would then suggest you meet people in person rather than on your phone. “Maybe you can find dates through hobbies, or maybe your friends?”

You give a small laugh before leaning closer to him. “You know, thats not a bad idea…have any friends I can date?” The question wasn’t serious, just a little joke to get a reaction out of him. You knew you didn’t want any of his friends, just him.

Changbin laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Well, there’s me-” he starts before realizing what he was saying, “and Chan, of course.” His original comment was muffled and flew right over your head. “But, I don’t think you want to date Chan, hes practically married to that sound booth,” he says, gesturing to the open booth in front of the desk you two sat at.

“Hmm… I don’t know, Chan is pretty cute…” You tease, avoiding eye contact with Changbin. What were you doing? Sure, Chan was good looking, but definitely not who you have been pining after. Actually, the guy you were into was sitting right next to you and you just told him you found his friend cute!

“Oh come on, I am not allowing you to date Chan,” Changbin says, playfully hitting your arm.

“Ow!” you laugh, rubbing where he hit, even though it wasn’t even close to actually being in pain. “I’m only joking, Binnie.” You take the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making your ears hot. “Besides, I’d choose you over Chan any day.”

Changbin moves his shoulder so you pull your head up to look at him. He gives a small smirk, “Oh, really? Hm, well you know I’d have to think about that,” he says to tease you. He wasn’t sure where this confidence was coming from. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he was having a hard time keeping his feelings in tonight. He lets himself come back to the moment, remembering who you are. “You’re quite interesting, but our friendship will always come first,” he says, hoping you couldn't read the sadness in his eyes.

“Right,” you speak quickly, looking away, leaning back to your chair. The space between you grew back to what it should have been. “And we are really good friends.”

“Yes we are, and I am so happy about it,” He gives a fake smile and places his hand on your knee. “You’re really special to me…” his voice trails of as he sees the blush growing across your face. He rolls his chair closer to you reaching his other hand out to gently cup your cheek.

“I might have been teasing you earlier about Chan, but I mean it when I say you’re special to me. I..I like you, you know?”

Your blush goes deeper, feeling his warm hand on your face. Sure, you two had spent many nights cuddles up watching a movie, but something about this contact felt different. It felt intimate.

“Binnie, please don’t play with me like this…” You look down, not wanting to show the disappointment in your eyes. “You like me as a friend, right?

Changbin turns his head the other way, pulling himself away from you. “Yeah,” he nods, “As a friend, I promise. I’m just messing with you,” he says, trying to cover his tracks, hoping none of this is making you uncomfortable. “Friends do that, right?” He asks, turning his attention back to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you into almost a sort of side hug.

You give a small laugh, “Yeah, totally! Friends can do a lot of things.”

He releases his arm from you, meeting your eyes. “And what kind of things can friends do?”

You look down once again to hide the color of your cheeks, which you are almost certain are about as red as a tomato at this point. “Oh you know…” you trail off, trying to think of an answer. “Friends can cuddle, and…” you don’t allow yourself to finish the thought, feeling the tension sitting in the air.

Changbin leans in, placing a small kiss on the top of your head, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “Well then, friend,” he says, placing an emphasis on that last word, “How about we cuddle for a bit? I could use a break from this song.” He pats his lap, motioning for you to come over. Without hesitation, you are straddling his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.

He smiles softly, feeling your warmth against him. “Good friends,” he sighs, reaching a hand to stroke your hair. “I’d say we make quite the comfortable pair.”

None of this was feeling real to you, you had to bring yourself back to reality. You lift your head from his shoulder, “How much is left to finish on the song?”

He gives a small chuckle, feeling your breath on his neck. “Oh not much, actually. We’re almost done, just a few more lines,” he starts to rock you gently, feeling your hearts beat in sync.

“That’s good,” you reply, looking up and leaning close to him. “Binnie, just out of curiosity, is there anything else you think close friends could do?” You run a hand through his hair, loosing control of your brain. The words came out without a thought.

Changbin’s heart races slightly over the close proximity and your question.

“Well, good friends can share secrets, and support each other…” he trails off feeling the warm breath of your lips above his. “But were just friends, remember”

You look him up and down, “Binnie, if we’re just friends, why can I practically feel your heart jumping out of your chest right now?” You let yourself be bold, knowing you need him in ways he will never understand.

He swallows hard, unable to meet your eyes. “Friends…um friends…do that…we’re um…just really good…” He struggles to get the words out, reaching out to touch the side of your face.

You decide to just go for it, letting all rationality leave your brain. Your hand comes up to grab his chin, turning his head to look at you. “Now, as a good friend, does this do anything to you?” you ask, practically feeling the heat of his cheeks radiating into the air.

His breath hitches, your faces inches apart. “Well, um… a good friend might be curious about the feelings of another close friend.”

“I think this good friend has maybe had strong feelings for the other good friend, bit was too scared to ruin anything.” His heart races even more, wanting nothing more than to say the words he has been waiting to say for years now.

“A good friend might have those sorts of feelings too…maybe..” You cut him off before he could finish, finally bringing your faces together, letting yourself lean into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.

Changbin moans softly into the kiss, gripping your hips as he leans back in the chair, allowing himself to be pinned against it by your weight. He pulls away momentarily, looking you up and down.

“Your lips, feel so soft against mine, I’ve always wanted to taste them.” A shiver sends through your body, feeling his grip tighten on your hips, leaning in to take more of his lips in yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

Changbin’s tongue sweeps against your lips gently, begging for entry as he deepens the kiss. He is completely lost in the moment, his mind blanketed by the desire to have all of you.

Your lips part, allowing him access inside. A small moan leaves your throat as the kiss intensifies. You pull away for air, your mouth still lingering close.

“Baby, when was Chan supposed to get back?”

“Not for another hour at least,” he starts, peppering your neck with kisses as you through your head back. “He had some things to take care of.”

“Perfect,” you lean in to take him into another string kiss, this one feeling different. It lingered with lust and need.

He pulls your hips closer, his tongue gliding against yours. A small whimper escapes the back of his throat as his hands travel up and down your back. You grind softly against him, feeling his hard grow underneath you.

“Fuck, yes…” he moans, kissing every part of your lips, down to your jawline and neck. He growls low in his throat as his hand moves down to grab your ass. “Tell me what you want, baby”

You moan, continuing to grind your hips, wanting to feel more. “Anything please, I just want you.”

He takes this as an invite to stand up. You allow your legs to wrap around his waist as he carries you to lean against the back wall.

“Binnie,” you whimper, feeling the contact of your head against the wall.

“Fuck, that name,” Changbin breaths out, his hands exploring every inch of you. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms, allowing him to take it off in one swift motion.

“You are so fucking sexy like this. All needy for me,” He starts to speak, lowering himself to his knees as his hands grip your thighs.

“Binnie, please” you moan out, desperate for his touch. He takes this as an invitation to swiftly remove your pants, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.

“Let Binnie make you feel good, baby” He says, brushing against your sensitive folds, pushing your underwear aside to leave kisses on your clit. He licks a stripe down you before inserting a finger inside of you, thrusting with precision.

Your head hits the wall as you moan. “Fuck, how are you so good at this?” Your words come out as jumbles as he continues to please you.

“Come on, baby. I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers,” Changbin murmurs, picking up the pace of his fingers inside you, working you up to the edge.

Your hands reach down to grip his hair, feeling more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.

“Go ahead, cum for me baby. Let it all go,” he whispers against your clit, sending your legs shaking above him. He feels your walls clench around his fingers and presses his mouth against your clit one last time before standing up and sucking everything off his fingers. His breathing is ragged as he watches you come down from your high.

“Fuck, youre incredible, bunny.” You pull him into a needy kiss, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. Changbin hums into the kiss, running up and down your back as he holds you close, “I could do this all night.”

“Please,” you whine, “Binnie, I need you to fill me up.” He laughs, picking you up and throwing you down on the couch that lays in the back corner of the studio. Changbin gets on top of you, leaning down for his tongue to invade your mouth once more. Your hands reach down to tug on the waist band of his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss slowly. You nod your head, looking at him, the hunger in his eyes making you flutter. He takes his cock in his hands lining up with your entrance before pushing himself in slowly.

“Tell me when I can move, baby”

“Please, Binnie, I need you,” You whimper, needing to feel him take all of you. With a hum, he starts a steady pace, hitting every spot inside of you. You throw your head back in pleasure, moaning out his name, his cock hitting places you never even knew about.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, you feel so good,” He whines, reaching a hand up to snake around your neck, squeezing gently. “Come on baby, cum for me, you can do it.”

You feel your stomach tighten as you reach your high, trying to use your hand to muffle your screams, remembering where you two were. You clench around him as his body shudders in pleasure as his seed fills you up completely. He reaches down, planting kisses down your neck, not yet pulling out from inside of you.

You speak out, breathless between kisses, “You should probably finish that song before Chan gets back…”

“Mhm..,” he hums, pulling out and sitting up on the couch, his breathing finally stable. “Come here, baby girl,” he says as he pulls you up into his arms, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “You’re amazing.”

Your head falls in the crook of his neck, taking in everything that just happened.

“I take it we’re not good friends anymore, huh?” you ask, giving him a small laugh and placing a kiss on his cheek.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before returning a giggle to your question. “Definitely not,” His voice is soft as he leans your foreheads together. “You're mine now, and I promise I’m never letting you go.”

A/N: there ya go! this was my first time writing smut in years so I do hope this turned out okay! my requests and asks are open if anyone wanted to pop some hot takes, suggestions, comments or anything else you may want to say. Thank you for coming along with me as I finally return from my 3 year long fanfic hiatus. Happy Holidays guys!

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sinsofstardust · 9 months

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Feel the Rhythm

okayokayokay🤍

i don't know if this has been done before already, but i've been having a few rough days in danny lane and couldn't get this image out of my head. therefore, i wrote it...💖

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x f!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Pure filth, really. 18+ as always, Minors DNI. dom!Danny, thigh riding, fingering, light choking.

The hallway was empty as you wandered through the building. When Danny called after you’d gotten off work, he had told you that his solo practice was running later than planned. “Honey, I was really looking forward to dinner with you tonight.” You pouted through the phone and he let out a breathy chuckle before suggesting that you pick up food and come to the studio for dinner. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there in a bit. Love you.” You’d driven home to change your clothes and then stopped to grab the takeout.

Now, you moved down the long corridor, looking over the plaques outside each door for the studio number that he said he’d be in. The food smelled delicious, causing your stomach to growl. You almost gave up out of pure impatience and broke the bags open in the middle of the hallway. But then, by chance, you passed it. Studio 7. Right where he said he’d be. Reaching for the door handle, you twisted it, praying that you weren’t interrupting. As you stepped in the room, closing the door, you were surprised to find it empty. Nobody sat at the soundboard. You moved to the center of the room, placing the bag of takeout on the small table in front of a leather sofa and looking through the glass panes, into the booth. There was no sign of anybody, just Danny’s practice kit sitting in the middle of the soundproofed room. “What the hell?” Pulling your phone out of your purse, you clicked over your boyfriend’s contact at the top of the recents list and held it to your ear. The faint ringing could just barely be heard, you held your phone to your chest, listening hard for where it was coming from. Toeing closer to the sound booth door, hanging slightly ajar, you realized the ringing was coming from inside. You pushed the door open, following the sound to the drum set, where Danny’s phone sat atop the snare with his sticks. Blowing out a huff, you hung up the call and watched his phone go dark and silent.

You looked around the room, searching for any clue as to where he may have gone off to, but came up short as your eyes traveled back to the kit in front of you. One of the cymbals glinted beneath the dimmed lights and you reached out, running your finger over the grooved metal. Visions of him, tucked behind his stage kit, flashed through your mind. His focused face and bare chest, glistening with sweat. His big hands, gripping the sticks and beating down on the drums. It was villainous, the way he was forced to stay behind the plethora of equipment, obstructing his body from the crowd’s line of sight. The way his biceps flexed or his legs bounced every time he hit the pedal. You clenched your thighs at the image, pushing it away into the depths of your brain before it had the chance to make your panties wet. Taking a seat on his stool, you hissed when your lounge shorts rode up, exposing your bare legs to the cold leather. You picked up Danny’s phone, placing it on the floor with your own and then grabbed the drumsticks, fitting them in your hands. He always made it look so effortless when he played, carrying a perfect rhythm through every song. Your foot found the pedal, tapping it, and you jumped, startled by the loud thud. Laughing quietly to yourself, you did it again, and then again. The sound vibrated your chest and you closed your eyes, soaking it in. When you opened them again, you looked down at the sticks in your grasp and brought one up, tapping it to a drum on your right. You weren’t entirely sure which drum it was, but you kept going, hitting it again before directing your attention at the cymbals to your left. You tried to work out a beat, but you really had no clue what you were doing. Your foot continued pressing the pedal, trying to get a solid bass beat, but your arms wouldn’t work in tune with it, making everything sound very choppy. Your laugh echoed through the room as you kept going, having a thoroughly good time.

“You trying to steal my job, angel?” Danny’s voice surprised you, eliciting a squeal as you fumbled with the drumsticks.

You held them against your chest to stop them from dropping and looked up at him, standing in the doorway, “I don’t know how you do this for hours, babe. My arms are aching and I’ve only been at it for like ten minutes.”

He chuckled, stepping in and closing the door behind him, locking all the sound in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were here already. I ran downstairs to grab a drink.” He walked towards you, his long legs closing the distance in just a few strides. You bit your lip as you caught a full glimpse of him, short shorts and a cut-off t-shirt that left his sides exposed.

He came up behind you and you tilted your head to him as he leaned down, greeting you with a soft kiss. “It’s only been about 15 minutes, Daniel, I’m fine. I’ve been keeping myself entertained.” You giggled, hitting a stick on the snare drum.

His hands gripped your shoulders as he hummed, “You look good behind the drums, sweetheart. Hot.”

“Yeah, too bad I can’t play for shit or I’d really give you a run for your money.” You leaned back, resting your back against his thighs and your head against his lower belly. His fingers rubbed into your skin, massaging little circles and you let your eyes fall shut, a quiet groan escaping your throat at the relaxing feeling.

“It wasn’t that bad. Here, sit up.” He pushed you forward to sit straight, “Put your foot back on the pedal and tap it a few times to get a steady rhythm going.” He pointed to the floor and waited for you to obey his command. His other hand stayed on your shoulder, fingers tapping along with the single beat you created using the bass drum. Once he was satisfied with the tempo, he threw out more directions. “Okay, good girl.” The praise went straight to your core, sparking a fire. But before you could react, he was speaking again, “Now, tap the high tom just like this,” His fingers drummed on your shoulder, mimicking what he wanted you to do. “And then the snare like this…” His other hand tapped on your opposite shoulder.

Tilting your head again to gaze up at him, you gave an innocent smile, “Babe, I know the bass and the snare, you gotta draw me a map, here.” You waved your hand over the set, holding eye contact with him.

He smirked down at you, a certain glint in his eyes, and hooked his hands under your arms, lifting you to stand. You didn’t get a chance to question him before he was sliding on to the stool and pulling you down in his lap. Settling into him, you tried to ignore the hand he had grasping your hip while he pointed from left to right, listing all the different pieces of his kit. “This one is the high tom, angel. So look,” He shifted you onto his right leg as he got into position and put his right foot over the bass pedal. “Gimme your hands.” You obliged, allowing him to wrap his big hands around yours and he began tapping his foot, kicking the bass. “Just feel the beat with me for a minute and then you can try on your own, yeah?”

You nodded, entirely distracted by the way his thigh muscles flexed between your legs with every tap of his foot. “Okay.” Your voice was quiet and you thought you heard him chuckle, but then his arms were moving with yours, drumming on the snare. It started out simple, a few light hits with your left hands. And then your right hands came up, working at the high tom. Your smile was beaming as you listened to the beat he created using your hands. His leg moved quicker, bouncing beneath you and when he shifted slightly to hit the crash cymbal, you felt him right on your covered clit. You ripped your hands from his, dropping the sticks as a shudder rolled through your body. “Shit.”

Though you couldn’t see it, Danny had a mischievous smirk planted on his face as he eyed you. “Was I moving too fast, baby?” He bent to pick up the sticks. You gave your head a gentle shake, unable to look at him as you chewed on your cheek. He could see the way you fought to keep your breathing even, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “How about you just sit tight and watch?” You didn’t get a chance to respond as he started moving again, his foot kicking slowly at first. He made sure you felt every hard drop of his leg as he hit the pedal with force, the loud thuds filling the room. You couldn’t stop your hips from rolling, begging for friction through the thin material of your shorts. Your boyfriend welcomed the movements, picking up speed and tapping out a simple beat. “You feel that, angel?” His breath was hot on your neck, “Because I can feel you soaking my leg.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you relaxed into his chest, grinding harder against his strong thigh. “Hmm. Fuck, Danny…” His name tumbled from your lips in a whimper, causing his dick to harden. “So good, babe. You’re s-so good.” Your words fueled him to work harder, moving around your body to hit the kit, bouncing his leg faster.

His teeth nipped your shoulder, drawing a gasp out of you. “You’ve got less than 20 minutes before the sound tech comes back.” You could barely hear him as you focused on chasing your orgasm, “Make it count.”

“Touch me, Danny. Please touch me.” You begged, pleaded to him, but he just snickered in return, making you work for it. It wasn’t nearly enough and you were growing more and more desperate by the second. He knew, but refused to give you what you wanted. Frustrated, you sat up, yanking the sticks from his hands and tossed them to the side. He didn’t like that.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, he pulled you back against his chest again. “Now, why would you do that?” His voice was dangerously low and you would’ve been worried had you not so badly needed release. “You were being such a good girl…” He clicked his tongue, his free hand coming up to circle your throat. “You’re gonna have to really earn it now, you fucking brat.” A whine escaped you as he took the hand that was tangled in your hair and dropped it to your covered pussy, pushing against your clit. You writhed in his hold as he drew circles, keeping featherlight pressure on your clit while squeezing your neck. Your hips began to move against his hand and halted his movements, slapping his palm against your cunt. “Don’t do that, you know better… You wanted me to touch you so bad.” He was taunting you.

The sharp contact sent a jolt through you and you gripped his opposite leg with your left hand. “Baby, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You were panting as his fingers went back to teasing you.

“Oh, you’re gonna take it like this or I’ll have you warm my cock until I finish practice…” He nudged your ear with nose, his tongue licking your lobe, “And I can promise you, that won’t result in an orgasm.” He’s fucking evil.

“No!” The panic was clear in your tone, “This, Daniel. This is- I’ll be good now, please. Just-.” He added more pressure to your aching clit, listening to the desperate moans spilling from your mouth. Your eyes flashed to the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes…” You were panting, trying your damnedest not to grind into him. He finally relented, letting his hand dip into your shorts, under your panties. “Ohhh. Fuck, right there.” Your breath hitched in your throat as his calloused fingers slid through your folds and he pushed two inside of you. “Thank you, baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, all that mattered was the way he instantly found your g spot.

His hand dropped from your throat to lay flat across your abdomen, locking you tightly against him as his fingers fucked you into oblivion. “There she is… That’s my sweet girl.” He was leaving wet kisses on your neck and across your shoulder, whispering the sweetest things to you. You were right on the brink and he knew it, could feel you squeezing around his hand. “You gonna give it to me, angel? Let me have you?” His thumb brushed over your clit, sending you plummeting into your climax.

Your eyes rolled back as your whole body went stiff in his hands. “Shi- I- Danny…” His name was the only coherent thing to leave you as you turned to mush. Your hand came up to cup his face as he eased you through the orgasm, slowing his fingers to a stop. You slumped against him, completely spent and breathless.

When he pulled his fingers from your shorts, he brought them up to your mouth, “Clean them.” You obeyed, opening your mouth to take them in. You sucked your release off of them as he pushed them further into throat, forcing a gag, “Hmm. Good girl.” He hummed in approval as he drew his fingers from your mouth. His hand gripped your chin, turning your face to kiss your lips. His tongue licked over your bottom lip, tasting the remnants of your arousal on it. Just as a growl creeped up his throat, a knock sounded on the glass panes. Your head whipped in the direction, seeing the sound tech on the other side of it.

You looked back to Danny in horror, but he was cool, calm and collected as the man spoke through the mic and into the booth, “Hey, man. I’m ready whenever you are.” He didn’t show any sign of having seen the display you had just put on.

Daniel gave him a simple thumbs up and turned to whisper to you, “Go eat, I’ll be finished up soon and then I’m taking you home.” He pinched your asscheek, eliciting a yelp from you. You kissed him one last time before standing and exiting the sound booth, dripping with anticipation.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Mile High

Warnings: angst (mentions of mental health issues), smut, tons of fluff (I love this ending so much)

Author's Notes: Thank you to the anon that sent this in earlier today:

Denver MV visuals has so much potential for a fic 😩 like him cheating on a reader and it hits him later and he’s going through the stages of feeling lonely while on tour or he on tour alone and y/n had to stay back but he feels lonely THERES SO MUCH

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with my opening ❤️

Artwork by me; please do not use for any reason

Everything in Jack’s life happened behind closed doors.

Business deals were signed within the confines of a conference room, he recorded his music in a soundproof booth, he lived his life away from prying eyes. As long as he was in control, he could control the narrative, and he could minimize the damage. It had worked well for him so far in his career; he held everything dear to him close to his heart, away from the world, for fear that it could easily slip away, and someone would take it from him.

There was a lot riding on his success, a lot of people who counted on him, and there was no way he could let them down. The more he took on, the more fame that came his way, the more difficult it became to protect things he loved, but instead of asking for help, he kept everyone at arm’s length.

Until he met you.

God, you were a breath of fresh air. You refused to be held down, and for the first time in his life, he was forced to get out of his head, and be here with you in the present. You felt like freedom, and as much as that scared him, you were worth the risk.

It wasn't until you were away from each other for an extended period of time, that he realized how much he needed you, how much you guided him through life, keeping him from falling off of the edge. Jack was in the middle of his first US arena tour, and the grind was starting to get to him. He was running off of minimal sleep, he hadn't seen you in weeks, and all of the days were starting to blur together.

"No, we're in Denver for 48 hours before we head to Minneapolis".

Click.

Jack flinched at the sound of Neelam clicking her pen as she took a business call. He had been sitting in the same chair, trapped in the four walls of his hotel room for the past couple of hours going over the logistics of his next few tour stops, and he was starting to get restless. He rested his chin on the table, rolling an apple back and forth between his hands. He had lost his appetite a while back.

"We need to decide on the setlist, Jack." Click.

"And we need to confirm wardrobe with your team." Click.

"Soundcheck is at 6pm tonight." Click. Click.

Jack forced his chair back, hitting the wall as he stood up, making a b-line for the door. "Wait, where are you going?" Neelam called after him, the slam of the door Jack's only response.

"What is going on with Jack?" Urban was already halfway to the door, resisting the urge to follow behind his best friend. He knew Jack like the back of his hand, and knew that something was wrong.

"He just needs a minute. Everyone relax." Urban calmed the room, pulling his phone from his back pocket, scrolling until he found your number.

****

Jack slipped his key card into the door, his show a couple hours behind him. His muscled ached, his body was tense, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He didn't even realize that the lights were on as he walked through the threshold, the room not at all how he had left it earlier in the day.

He let out a deep breath at the sight of you sprawled across the bed, his body slumping in relief as he walked over to you, tears brimming in his eyes. He had felt the darkness closing in on him, and he was too tired to fight, but there you were, a single source of light, his saving grace, just in time.

"Someone said you were missing me." You barely got the words out before Jack had you wrapped up in his arms, his face nuzzled in his neck. You placed gentle kisses in his air, stroking the curls on the back of his neck.

"I missed you." His voice was muffled in your jacket, his grip on you tightening when you tried to pull away.

"I missed you too, baby. You have no idea how much."

****

Urban hadn't told you much when he called you that morning, asking you to head to the airport as soon as possible. You didn't think twice about getting here as quickly as you could, but now that you knew that Jack was physically safe, you couldn't help but wonder if something was going on in that mind of his.

"What?", you caught his gaze in the mirror as he leaned in the doorway, watching you remove your jewelry.

"Nothing." He walked past you, his hand grazing your lower back as he opened the shower door, turning on the water.

"I think we should talk, Jack. I'm worried about you, baby." You heard a groan leave his lips as he rolled his shoulders back.

Jack would always shut down when you tried to have a conversation about his mental health struggles, and while he was doing all of the right things including going to therapy, those weren't fixes as much as they were ways to support him as he moved through his hectic life.

"I don't want to talk right now." His voice was low and gruff.

He stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor, his eyes never leaving your body. Your silk robe layed delicately against your curves, the front hanging open, leaving very little to the imagination. You blinked, and his hands were on your waist, pulling you into his body, ghosting kisses against your lips. You grabbed his forearms, trying to steady yourself as he deepened the kiss, leaving you breathless. Your robe slipped off of your shoulders, goosebumps raising on your skin as your naked body met the cold air.

You broke away, grabbing the edge of the counter, your chest heaving with each breath. Jack rolled your hardened nipple between his fingers as he latched onto your neck, alternating between sucking and gentle kisses, your core beginning to tighten as his hand slid between your thighs. He forced your legs open further with his knee, His middle finger pressed against your clit, a quiet moan leaving your lips at the sensation.

"I'll leave it up to you. We can talk, or, we can do this." He whispered, his breath hot against your ear. You gasped as he slipped a finger inside of your pussy, hooking the digit to press against your cushiony walls. You clenched around his hand, throwing your head back, as he lifted your thigh to wrap around his waist.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He asked between gritted teeth, a grin slipping on his face as he watched you come apart in his hands. You nodded fervently, digging your nails into the back of his neck, pulling on the curls at the nape as he quickened the pace of his fingers. You had his hand soaked in your wetness, mere seconds away from your release. "I want you, now", you edged out, your eyes beginning to glaze over.

****

Jack had you pinned against the tiled walls with his large hand as he stroked the head of his cock. You had almost bitten through your bottom lip, the taste of blood on your tongue while he teased you, raking his fingernails down your back. He grabbed a palmful of your ass, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Jack, fuck, please", you cried out as he pressed himself a mere inch inside, beginning to stretch you out. As familiar you were with the feeling, it always left you breathless. He allowed you time to adjust to his size as he slowly slid all the way inside of you. You stood on your tiptoes as his pelvis met your backside, and he slowly began thrusting in and out of you. "Shit, baby. Spread your legs wider for me." You immediately complied, the new angle pressing the head of his cock against your g-spot.

The coil in your core continued to tighten, your muscles beginning to fatigue as you stood. Jack pulled you against his chest when he felt your legs start to shake, continuing to snap his hips up into you. His hand pushed into your lower stomach, further exposing your cushiony ceiling to each drive.

"I'm coming, baby." Fuck, fuck", Jack grunted out, his fingers digging into your delicate flesh. You felt his strokes begin to falter, his hips slowing as he released inside of your throbbing pussy, continuing to fuck you until you reached your peak.

"Don't stop, just like that, shit." The coil snapped as you orgasmed, pulses moving through your body, causing you to lean over. Jack held you as you caught your breath, slowly pulling out of you. Your hands found his hair, pulling his face close to you, your lips barely meeting as you allowed the warm water to run down your bodies.

****

You laid next to Jack, sound asleep, small snores leaving your lips. Jack had tried sleeping, giving up after about an hour in when his mind just wouldn't shut off. He turned over to face you, his finger tracing along the line of your nose and jawline.

"That tickles", you whispered, your eyes still closed.

"Oh, sorry." Jack quietly chuckled.

"Can't sleep?" You opened your eyes, grabbing Jack's hand. He kissed your palm, letting his lips linger against your skin. "I can't remember the last time I slept more than a few hours at a time. I don't sleep well without you next to me."

You pushed his curls out of his face, rubbing your fingers along his beard. "Baby, I need you to open up to me. I know something is wrong."

"Did Urban say something to you?"

"No. He didn't need to. I know you. I can see it in your face."

Jack sighed, laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. You could hear the emotions building in his voice when he spoke. "I feel like I can't breathe. Like the walls are starting to close in around me." He looked over at you, a single tear running down his cheek. You wiped it away immediately, pulling yourself closer to him.

"Is it work? Is it too much?" You could hear a shaky breath leave his body. "I don't know. It's everything and its nothing. Every move I make, I doubt myself. I can't make any mistakes, I'm so afraid I'm going to fuck everything up." Jack felt his chest tighten; he squeezed your hand harder as he felt the panic start to set in.

"Why do you feel like you're going to mess everything up?" You pressed, hoping he could get some of this off of his chest. You could see the weight of the world was crushing him.

"What if what people say about me is true? I can't afford to lose anything that we've built. Too many people rely on me being on my game. I need to protect and provide for you." His eyesight was blurry from the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh baby, please don't do this to yourself. You are human, you are going to make mistakes. You are the most amazing man that I know, I love you more than life itself, and you aren't in this alone. Whatever we need to do, we'll do it together." He nodded, placing your hand on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat begin to slow as you tried to soothe him.

"I love you so much, Jack", you repeated as you held him, resting your head against his chest, both of you falling asleep in each other's arms.

****

"Can you just tell me where we're going?" Jack white knuckled the steering wheel as he he drove through the Rocky mountains, one hand on your thigh. You pulled your lips up to your coffee cup, taking in the scenery around you. The sky was clear, giving you a great view of the mountains.

"I don't want to spoil the surprise." You patted his hand, stroking his cheek.

Jack parked the car at the base of the mountain, and you both took the trail to the top. You heard the gravel crunch underneath your boots as you walked along the path. You had to catch your breath as you stood on the grassy landing at the peak of the mountain, adjusting to the altitude change. You were the only two around for miles, aside from a couple of goats who were grazing on the grass.

"Is this your way of telling me that you want to get a goat? I was thinking we'd have a couple of kids, but not these kids." Jack chuckled, rubbing his hands together to warm them. You rolled your eyes, walking backward away from him. "Very funny."

"C'mere." You dragged him to the middle of the field, holding his hand as you stood shoulder to shoulder.

"You told me last night that you felt like the walls are closing in on you, and that you can't breathe. I'm so sorry that you feel that way, and if I could, Jack, I would take all of that pain away from you, baby, but I can't, so I tried to think of the next best thing."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, letting the fresh mountain air fill your lungs. Jack scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, chuckling to himself as he watched you stand perfectly still.

"I FEEL POWERLESS!" You yelled out into the open, a quiet echo returning back to you. "I FEEL POWERLESS TO HELP THE MAN I LOVE!" You turned back to Jack, a small smile on your face. "Your turn."

"Wait, baby, what?" What am I supposed to say? How is this supposed to help?" Jack pulled his cap off, running his fingers through his hair. He felt his stomach turn, feeling uneasy.

"There are no walls here, no rules, no ways you can disappoint anyone. You are free, Jack, to express how you feel, without worrying that you are going to fuck anything up. You don't have to keep it bottled up any longer, baby. Now try it." You gave him a gentle push, barely moving him.

"This is so stupid." He mumbled to himself, taking a deep breath. As he looked out into the open, he felt his mind quiet for the first time. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, puffing out his chest.

"I'M SCARED! I'M SCARED THAT I'M NOT WORTH THE THINGS I HAVE!" Jack let all of the air leave his lungs as he yelled out into the void. He turned back to you, a frown on his face. You motioned to him to keep going.

"I'M AFRAID I'M GONNA FUCK EVERYTHING UP!" He listened intently, feeling the wind hit him in the face. It was quiet, until he heard the returned echo of his words.

"How did that feel?" You squeezed his arm. "Fuckin' amazing!" He cried out, rubbing his hands down his face. "I feel like I can breathe for the first time."

"Ok, now say something good. Maybe something about how pretty I am." You winked at him, giving him a playful nudge, making Jack laugh.

"I AM MADLY, UNBELIEVABLY IN LOVE WITH Y/N HARLOW!" It was quiet until you heard a loud bleat from halfway down the mountain, a herd of goats joining in.

"Wow, tough crowd." Jack joked as you doubled over in laughter. He pointed at you, narrowing his eyes. "Oh is it my turn?" You pressed a finger into your chest, closing your eyes once again.

"I AM FOREVER IN LOVE WITH JACKMAN THOMAS HARLOW!", as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt Jack's lips crash with yours, his hands cupping your face as you return his kiss, your eyes closing in pure bliss. You finally pulled away, Jack's hands dropping to your waist as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Thank you. I don't know how I would do any of this without you. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Jack", you drew out the last syllable of his name in jest, "please, not in front of the kids." You eyed a baby goat down the path, both of you erupting in laughter.

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 months

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currently plagued with thoughts of BabyGayPanic!Kim doing some research re: all the smut. Because liking Chay is swiftly turning into liking Chay, and wondering what other things he might like. After burying himself in 4 different VPNs and a burner phone, and checking his security three times before finally locking himself up in his recording booth (later considers maybe he could have done this in his room? In bed? That would be more normal, right? Except the room is Soundproofed and Safe and he's so embarrassed he forgets to get horny about it)

He's not a stranger to porn, okay? He's watched it before. Infrequently, because he's spent too much of his life on camera not to be a very harsh critic, and it all rings very false for him. (He does like amateur videos when he bothers, though. The angles are never good, and the sound/lighting are usually worse, but it's real at least)

This is different, though. Because it's all men, and it's for research, and it's something he might actually do? someday? hopefully? with Chay?

And nope, he can't do this, absolutely not. exits right out of that tab before the dicks even come out because his brain just turns itself off.

next time he sees Chay, though... Kim can't stop thinking about kissing him, and touching him, and wanting him, more than he's ever wanted anyone else before. He's kissed women, sure, mostly for the sake of music videos, had a couple dates. But none of those times made him feel half of what he does just thinking about kissing Chay, and it's kind of overwhelming.

It's really overwhelming. So much so that he just. Does it. In the studio. Because Chay is telling him he likes Kim and it's so cute and sweet and Kim's heart is hammering in his chest, and he's been starting at Chay's mouth nonstop whenever they're together, but pretending like he wasn't, but Chay has to know, and now he's confessing, and Kim's heard a lot of confessions before but never like this, and. yeah. it's a lot. So Kim has to kiss him about it. Except he's terrified about what will happen to him if he actually kisses Chay, so he kisses his cheek instead, for the sake of his own sanity. (Chay doesn't return it. Kim really wishes he would, but the hug he gets is good, too, pressing Chay's whole body against his own, soft and warm and it makes Kim feel soft and warm and wow, can they stay like this forever, maybe? Obviously not, but maybe?)

#cookie writes #kimchay #look I just need more soft and sweet and awkwardly figuring things out Kim in my life okay #kid is 21/22 he doesn't need to be a sex god off the bat #let him be awkward #i am biased tho bc I didn't even have my first kiss until i was 21 so I'm hella projecting lmfao

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8 O'CLOCK | Gustavo Fring

☆ premise: you and gus confront each other after you call the cops on his dealers.

☆ pairing: gustavo fring x gn!spouse!reader

☆ warnings: angst, angry gus & reader, possessive!gus mention (sorta? idk)

☆ a/n: been thinking about that plot point where jesse found out that gus' men used a kid to deal and i just couldn't resist a "what if" scenario with gus' spouse.

7:50

Knowing your husband's line of work, you dreaded the day he might never come home. But tonight, this was the first time you wished he wasn't.

A part of you felt like an idiot. You knew Gus had eyes and ears on you 24/7. He had the latest security systems in place at home. He had Mike following you around when he wasn't doing cartel-related work. He made sure he knew your every move. So, of course, you knew he had your phone bugged.

7:55

But you weren't going to keep quiet. When you found out he was more than just a restaurant chain owner, you made him promise one thing—no children. He swore he had never and will never use children for his business. And you believed him.

You could've gone to the nearest phone booth. But you didn't. You called 911 on your phone. You wanted him to know—no, you needed him to know you did it.

8:00

On time, as always. You heard your husband's car pull up on the driveway just as you finished setting up the table for dinner. You approached the entryway, breath hitching as you wondered what he'll do. You knew not to mistake his calm demeanor for gentleness.

After what seemed like an eternity, the door finally opened. You expected Gus to come in and give you a look that could kill. You didn't expect him to smile and pull you in an embrace with one arm.

"How are you?" Gus asked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I—I'm fine," you stammered, confused by his demeanor.

"Good. I'll go freshen up, then I'll join you for dinner."

You watched in amazement as he headed for the bedroom. How was he acting as if nothing was wrong?

The night went on the way they usually did. The two of you ate the dinner you made while talking about the day you both had—minus the cartel business and the 911 call, of course. Afterwards, you washed the dishes while he cleaned up the table and put the leftovers in the fridge.

After cleaning the last of the utensils and leaving them on the rack to dry, you turned around to find Gus staring at you. Gone was the warmth he showed you tonight, replaced by a coldness that not even you had seen before.

"Why did you do it?"

When you didn't answer, he approached you until he had you pressed in between his body and the sink.

"I asked you a question—why did you do it?"

"You know why." You responded, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

His jaw clenched, and you could hear a hint of frustration in his voice as he said, "I didn't know they were using children."

Your lips formed a thin line. You didn't believe a word of it. For a man who was three steps ahead of everyone else, how could he not know?

"You keep tabs on your partner, but you don't keep tabs on your own men. You expect me to believe that?" You spat as you glared at him.

You started to walk away, not before Gus wrapped his hand around your forearm and pulled you back against the counter. You tried to pull your hand away from his grasp, but his fingers tightly gripped your wrist, nails digging into your skin.

"Do you truly believe I would deliberately use children in my operations?" He growled, anger dripping in every word. "You think that lowly of me?"

"That's the problem, Gustavo—I don't know!" You snapped, your voice so loud the neighbors would've heard you if it weren't for the soundproofing measures placed in your home. "I have no idea what happens in your line of work. I rely on your word because I trusted you. I thought you would never lie to me. But today, you did. Now I wonder what else you've been lying to me about."

He closed his eyes, his hand loosening its grip on your arm. After a few moments, Gus looked at you again. "You may not believe me, but it's the truth. I didn't know. But as soon as I found out, I dealt with the problem immediately. No more children, I made sure of it. This I promise you."

Finally letting go of your arm, he stepped back and started walking away from you. Before he could disappear into his office, you called out his name. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face you.

"How did you deal with it?"

"Do you need to know?"

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ doll's fics #gus fring #gustavo fring #gus fring x reader #gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad fanfic #breaking bad x reader #breaking bad imagine #better call saul #better call saul fanfic #better call saul x reader #better call saul imagine #giancarlo esposito

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1024UB CHAPTER SEVEN: LAST RESORT

word count: 1.5k

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RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: who’s alive hongkong: i need help kikiki: we* kikiki: we have an important deadline hongkong: we need someone to sing hongkong: asap hwaa: dealing w children hongkong: wha? gyuday: he’s a ta hongkong: oh, right yoohoo: class yeoman: i pulled antohter allnighter yeoman: ine ed slep choosan: im meeting w a prof choosan: but i can be there in like 2 hours kikiki: no we need someone now wooah: i have to clean up the lab wooah: i blew something up wooah: again… apple: i can come! kikiki: don’t you dare kikiki: you rolled your ankle kikiki: don’t re-roll it apple: :’( issei: redoing yunho’s lab report gyuday: damn is it that bad issei: yes. gyuday: i’m not really doing anything rn kikiki: … hongkong: … gyuday: damn okay i thought you had a deadline bye hongkong: sorry sorry we really do need someone pls come down here asap

Gyuri glared at her phone before angrily grabbing her bag and leaving her apartment. The studio was on campus, which was great, but it was all the way on the other end of campus. The university did that on purpose— the far lot was the quietest, and their soundproof rooms weren’t all that great, so the less outside noise the better. Gyuri broke into a light jog to get to the studio.

She arrived right in front of the studio Mingi and Hongjoong were in, only to almost get hit in the face by Mingi opening the door.

“You couldn’t have waited for me to knock?” Gyuri held her nose.

“Sorry, Joong is just stressing out, so I’m stressing out. We kept checking for you like every ten seconds,” Mingi explained.

“Great, you’re here. Let’s start,” Hongjoong rushed them.

Before Gyuri entered the studio, Mingi had a warning for her: “When he’s working like this, he can get kind of bitchy and snap, but don’t take it personally. He’s always like this when he’s pressed for time.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I get it.”

Mingi let Gyuri in, and Hongjoong stood before her with the most intense look she had ever seen on his face. Angry wouldn’t even be the right word to describe it— it was more like motivated-determined-stressed-angry. His eyebrows were so intense as well, and Gyuri found herself with a new respect for his eyebrows and facial structure overall.

That respect vanished two seconds after Hongjoong opened his mouth and asked skeptically, “Do you even know how to read sheet music?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever recorded a song before?”

“No.”

“Ugh, okay. Can you even sing well?

“Yes.”

“…We’ll see.”

Gyuri felt her eyebrow twitch. Her first instinct was to knock Hongjoong in the head with her fist, but Mingi did warn her that he was going to be a little bitchy (although this was definitely more than just a little bitchy). She entered the booth and stood with her eyes locked on Mingi as she tried to calm down— she was not only annoyed with Hongjoong’s behavior, but also nervous as hell because this was a lot more daunting than she imagined. She could just feel Hongjoong’s judging stare burning a hole right through her. She did her best to familiarize herself with the sheet music before putting the headphones on.

“Ready?”

She shot him a thumbs up. She heard the guide start, and she sang along to the best of her ability despite this being a cold read for her. It’d been a while since she had actually sung a song (or read sheet music for that matter) and she was also super nervous about Hongjoong’s feedback. Of course, her vocation wasn’t to become a musical artist, but she just really wanted Hongjoong’s validation.

The verse ended. Gyuri took her headphones off and looked up from the sheet music to see both Mingi and Hongjoong sporting the same comical surprised expression. She nodded her head at them, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Mingi gestured for her to exit the booth, so she did.

“What is it? Did I mess it up?”

“Why the fuck haven’t you sang for us earlier?!” Hongjoong yelled at her.

“You never asked?” Gyuri was completely taken aback.

“What I meant to say is: Why the fuck do you sound like a drowning whale when we go for karaoke?!”

“I’m always drunk when we go for karaoke! Do you expect me to sing beautifully all the time?”

“Yes!” both Hongjoong and Mingi answered.

“Shut up! Let’s just get this over with,” Gyuri rolled her eyes. “What do you need me to fix?”

Hongjoong explained to Gyuri what he wanted from the first verse and the rest of the piece, and he was being considerably less bitchy, much to Gyuri’s surprise. “I know that this is probably your first time recording, so it doesn’t need to be perfect. Don’t worry too much about the minor details— I can address that with the professor later, anyway.”

Gyuri nodded and went back into the studio. Despite Hongjoong being pretty content with every verse, Gyuri really wanted to get it right, which both Hongjoong and Mingi did not have a problem with. As they stayed in the studio, a couple of their friends trickled in: first Seonghwa, then San, then Yunho, then Iseul. They all managed to wear the same comical surprised expressions that Mingi and Hongjoong displayed earlier.

“Are we good?” Gyuri asked Hongjoong.

“Yep! Everything is perfect!” Hongjoong pulled Gyuri in for a big hug. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how grateful I am. If I didn’t have this done by the end of the day, my grade would have fallen big time.”

“I’m glad I could help, but you owe me big time.”

“Dinner and drinks?”

“…That works.” Gyuri then turned to everyone in the group and said sternly, “Okay, if any of you tell Wooyoung about this, I’ll kick you in the back.”

Everyone nodded in unison. Gyuri smiled at the group and skipped out of the studio, her friends following her from behind. They all walked back to 1024UB together singing at the top of their lungs— if only Wooyoung were there, he would have had such a fun time— and got yelled at by a couple of old geezers on their way home, but this was their twenties and their college days; if they didn’t have fun now, when would they?

Thank God Wooyoung wasn’t with them that night, otherwise he definitely would have forced them to go for karaoke. They all got to go home to their apartments and sleep early and well that night, or at least Gyuri was able to. For the first time in a long time, in 1024UB, all was calm and quiet… until the next morning.

The group chat blew up early in the morning, so Gyuri awoke to her phone constantly sounding notifications. She woke up angrily as she wasn’t able to sleep in like she wanted to and checked her phone. She didn’t even have to rub the sleep out of her eyes for her to fully wake up.

RODDIES group chat — 10 online

hongkong: guys!!! hongkong: the demo came out so well! hongkong: my professor is absolutely in love with it hongkong: here’s the link hongkong: thanks gyu you really saved my ass kikiki: joong…….. hwaa: why would you do that? yoohoo: especially when she specifically told you not to… hongkong: oh shit hongkong: shit shit shit hongkong: fuck wooah: GYU wooah: GYU wooah: GYURI wooah: GYU wooah: YOUR VOICE wooah: AMAZING!!!!!!! wooah: KARAOKE TN wooah: LET’S GO!!! kikiki: ooh joong she’s going to kill you hwaa: let’s take a moment of silence to pray for our fallen comrade yoohoo: lol F in the chat for joong kikiki: F issei: F choosan: F hwaa: F apple: F yeoman: F wooah: come on guys!!! it’ll be fun!!! wooah: omg next rod party we should do a singing comp wooah: OMG PLS LETS DO IT gyuday: HONGJOONG I AM GOING TO KILL YOU kikiki: we gather here today in remembrance of our friend, hongjoong hongkong: OH MY GOD GYURI I AM SO SORRY PLEASE hongkong: I TOTALLY FORGOT hongkong: I JUST WANTED TO SHOW EVERYONE WHAT AN AMAZING JOB I DID kikiki: we* hongkong: okay yeah we kikiki: actually i don’t want to be “we” bc i did nothing to upset gyu issei: joong you have about 3 mins before gyu breaks down your door issei: i tried stopping her but she’s too strong

Gyuri got to the apartment right as Iseul’s texts were sent in the group chat. She punched in the numbers to Hongjoong’s apartment and slammed the door open. She didn’t even have to look for him for too long because she saw his hair disappear behind the couch. Cracking her knuckles and tying up her hair, she stomped over to his hiding spot behind the couch. This time, the scream that shook the building to its core emitted from Hongjoong.

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