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mncein · 6 months

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my sweater? or yours?

◖ 🌸 ° ✮ — seeking comfort after an exhausting day is a requirement. maybe hugs and kisses will ease the tiredness you're feeling. from who? of course your lovely girlfriend!

◖ 🕢 ° ✮ — today, serving you with...? pure fluff !! try your best to relax and take breaks, there is no time for drama today; pairing: newjeans ot5 x female!reader

◖ 💌 ° ✮ — mail for you: hi hi! guess who's back! i'll be explaining my semi-long (?) disappearance here. aside all the crazy things i've done in my life, first sem is done! so far i'm not pressured or stressed about any school works, i fixed my schedules, managed my time and all. i grew a lot ! hoping my brain did too, anyways take this as thanks to my loyal readers out there ! special thanks to @ilovekimminji for the kisses and requesting this hc ! ◖ 💬 ° ♪ — word count: 2,731

in what might some consider as dramatic, your tiredness has truly reached its limit. the silent but audible groans escaping your lips serve as a sign that you're getting more exhausted with every step you take. the walk to newjeans' dormitory, which the girls granted you access to, feels like a long travel at this point. each step is paired with a quiet sigh, a mumble of a protest against the weight of drained energy.

at last, you arrived at the front door of the building; when the view of the elevator opening entered reach of your sight, you felt a feeling of relief for your tired legs, you don't have to take the stairs! you made your way inside the dormitory, hoping that your girlfriend was home...

🌸 — minji

you know she was home because of her favorite slippers all messy on the rug of the front door. you knelt down, followed by a click of your tongue while you fixed the house shoes neat and well-arranged. after, you take your coat off and hang it on the rack, excitement of seeing minji growing second after second. rushing to the living room with a big smile on your face.

there she was, entirely carefree of your presence, but still undeniably beautiful while slacked lazily on the couch. the tv plays a playlist of her all-time favorite old rock love songs on youtube, and she listens to them with you twice or thrice a week, but it looks like she missed you so much that she had to listen to them alone for the 6th time this week.

you wasted no time and jumped on the couch, your mind going back to your intention of receiving hugs and kisses from your girlfriend, and went blank when you felt her wrap her strong arms around your waist. the both of you missed the warmth you shared with each other. it felt so long and cold as an endless winter night without being cuddled up on each other's arms.

"missed you so much."

words were muffled as you stuffed your face in her chest, she chuckled at your words as a reaction.

"same here. i had to play the songs all day because i can't get you off my mind."

"i knew. but at least give time to fix your slippers on the front door!"

you two shared a moment of laughter before staring into each other's eyes, closing them after feeling your lips touch. sharing the sweet moment passionately and expressively that lasted for a minute.

"i love you bro."

you pecked her lips between every word, her smile growing after receiving every kiss.

"i love you too, miss bro."

minji whispered as a distraction, for her to sneak her hands on your waist, fingers preparing for the right time to attack you with tickles.

"no, i love you more."

you teased.

"god, you're so annoying, i love love you more!"

minji replied after you, and she knew it was going to be an endless exchange of "i love you's", all set and go!

laughs escaped your mouth as minji's fingers turned into tickling machines, squirming and weak under her touch. you desperately tried to escape the torment to catch your breath.

"i swear! if getting tickled by you is a workout, i'd be really fit right now."

you blurt out, calming yourself after laughing too much, you then lay back on her chest, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. minji welcomes you again into her embrace, holding your head softly, this simple gesture sends sparks into your heart.

she rambled away, sharing how her day lacked its usual spark without you around. but excitedly, she spoke about some new songs she discovered, recommending them to you. as she was getting carried away with a new topic, she yearned to steal a few kisses from you. however, you remained silent. minji glanced down and found you peacefully sleeping on her chest, looking utterly adorable in your slumber.

she wouldn't dare wake you up, she knew you were tired, and you deserve a good rest. maybe she'll get those kisses tomorrow morning.

wait! before she closes her eyes and go to sleep with you...

"hold on, who's sweater are you wearing? my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hanni

of course, the familiar sounds of what she self-assuredly called "hanni music" echoed through the living room. it was visible that today was her specified lazy day. the remnants of her favorite delivered food were scattered messily on the floor, with even the plastic containers adding to the mess. straw wrappers had flown chaotically, and you unknowingly stepped on one.

now, she's sat on the sofa with her ipad in hand. it seems like she's busy doodling and playfully experimenting with the drawing app she shared with you. funny to you how it was so obvious what she was doing based on her crazy hand movements and a big lopsided grin on her face.

you break into her childlike moment by turning off the speaker that's been playing her songs. responding quickly, she wears a mix of guilt and silliness on her face. putting down her ipad next to her, hanni gazes up at your figure with crossed arms, resembling a scolded child caught in the act.

"hehe~ i'm done now, see...?"

hanni opened her arms and offered a hug, together with a gummy smile to ease the mood around the both of you. you're going to forgive her, right? she swore she'd clean up her mess, she was just too lazy to do it right away.

hanni, with a tender gesture, unfolded her arms and extended them towards you, warmly inviting you for a comforting embrace. hoping you'd give in to her, hanni's lips curved into a gummy smile, an easygoing expression showing to clear off any tension lingering in the air between the two of you. the atmosphere seemed to soften as her arms remained open wide, offering comfort in the form of an affectionate hug.

the unspoken question floats around in the air: were you willing to forgive her right there, right now? her eyes, filled with sincerity, pleaded for your understanding. she assured you that she would settle the situation, promising to tidy up the outcome of her apparent laziness. her intention was clear, seeking reconciliation through the simple act of offering an apology wrapped in a warm, embracing hug.

"sorry babe, i'll clean that up later. so why don't you get into these arms and cuddle with me?"

in that moment, a wave of conflicting emotions swept over you. despite the remaining second thoughts about fully accepting her apology. the hug felt nice, it was a gesture that goes beyond words, and you found yourself succumbing to the pure comfort she offered.

hanni, with a smile gracing her face, was content. having you back at home, embraced by her arms. though unsaid, her emotions showed that she missed you like how much you missed her too.

and the both of you had that connection between you, understanding each other without any effort. reciprocating the embrace, perhaps; in this instance, you would let her win, recognizing that sometimes the embrace of understanding speaks louder than the words left silent.

"i feel so small in this sweater."

"is that why you acted like a kid?"

"you know i look cute when i do."

you didn't really care when she wore your clothes; you both practically shared them anyway. however, with a glance at your tired expression, hanni sensed your weariness. so, she leaned back, inviting you to rest your head on her chest. the longing for her company was so strong that you ended up falling asleep there. well as she promised, when you wake up tomorrow, you'll find everything around you magically cleaned.

"maybe you should wear it more then. wait- is that my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — daniellle

you can tell danielle's definitely home – dishes cleaned, table looking shiny, and neat. plants by the hallway appear refreshed, probably just had their daily hydration session. the living room, bathed in a cozy purple glow, the mist of the diffuser, leaving a trail of lavender goodness in the air. it's all relaxing as soon as you set foot inside. danielle's turned the dorm into a zen paradise, and you can't wait to spend your night with her.

she just knows you best, danielle had the movie you both agreed to watch. she obviously planned all this, as she was aware that you were coming home a little late and exhausted. your girlfriend always wants the best for you and is ready to do anything to help. you appreciate her for it, and like her, you'd do the same in a heartbeat. love works both ways.

you hurried to the room where she was, so eager to see your girlfriend. danielle was lying all cozy in a sweater and waiting for you, she had the remote resting in her hand, thumb hovering over the play button. noticing the familiar shadow, her eyes met yours. you were greeted with a soft smile and a flying pair of soft clothes she had prepared, hitting your face.

"think fast!"

she laughed while you rolled your eyes, picking up the clothes and changing into them inside the bathroom.

"i would if you didn't throw the clothes first."

you replied, finding a cozy haven on her chest, now she had her arms wrapped around you. inhaling the subtle fragrance that enveloped her, it felt like an immersive experience, almost ethereal. the scent, a delicate blend uniquely hers, it was her favorite, and wears it almost every day (which became your favorite on her as well), evoking a sense of comfort and security. it wasn't just a fragrance; it was an essence that described her sweet personality. all of those gave you a feeling that, at that moment, could genuinely be described as heavenly.

"how'd you do all these?"

"learned them from you."

"i see, welcome to my world."

a few minutes had passed and you were falling asleep in the position you were both in, the movie continued playing, danielle was keeping her focus on it while giving your head massages (that she knew would help you relax even more). you had your hands gripping gently on her clothes, feeling the familiar texture, you recognized it was the shared sweater of you two. you took note that it was her turn to wear it this week, danielle giggles when you rub your hands on her sides sleepily.

"i thought we shared this, i don't know if i should still consider this as my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — haerin

in the dormitory was all silent and inviting compared to the busy city outside, and there was food in the cat's bowl. the presence of haerin was a quiet yet reassuring sign that she was indeed home. haerin, an up-to-time cat feeder, maintained a schedule, making sure that the fluffy friend was never left waiting for its meal. not even a minute too soon or too late.

as you stepped inside, you swiftly hung your coat before joining rangheo. soft purrs filled the space as you engaged in a playful moment with him, and he enough reminded you of haerin when she's away.

having slipped into a set of fresh, clean clothes, you make your way to the living room where haerin awaits. greeting her with a warm hug, your head finding a comfortable resting place on her chest. in an instant, she releases her hold on the phone, reciprocating the hug with a lovely smile on her face.

"didn't know you like laufey."

"i may or may not have been going through your playlists."

the soft sounds of laufey's music fade into the background as the two of you share this moment. that when the soft, tired breaths escape you. without a word, she senses your exhaustion and knows well how to give you an embrace full of relaxation around you, offering serenity in the warmth of her arms.

"how was your day?"

"boring without you."

"i'm here now though."

"day went better."

you softened at her words, you're glad you can spend the night with her (and rangheo); then you felt soft paws climb on your back and up to your head, resting snugly on your nape. haerin can't help but let out a giggle at the cuteness overloading in front of her. she had one of her hands on your head giving small scratches, and one rubbing under rangheo's chin.

suddenly, a set of gentle paws made their way up your back, reaching up to perch on your head, settling cozily on your nape. haerin couldn't contain her delight, and a let out at the sheer cuteness overloading before her. she had one of her hands on your head, sending small, sweet scratches. the other one rubbing gently under rangheo's chin. the scene was surely going to be in her gallery of memories, the picture of shared joy and the adorable bond between you, haerin, and the furry friend atop your head.

how easily haerin made you sleepy, just from the gentle touches she gave, it was better than you daydreamed about.

"i love that on you."

you point to her top,

"which one? my sweater?"

claiming it's hers and she's wearing your clothes again.

"huh, really... my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hyein

the hallways looked like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane! there were paper bags from famous clothing stores, a pastel pink beanie doing its best to blend in with the chaos, a random brown fur coat hanging off a doorknob, and the missing pair of purple socks in the middle of the floor. no doubt about it – hyein had turned the place into her very own fashion runway.

sure, you'll do her a favor and clean her mess but has to be repaid by hugs and kisses. hyein may forget about her own mess, but she does things for you willingly and without asking. once you're done tidying around, you change into your cozy house clothes and have a fun time cuddling with your girlfriend.

as you entered, relief washed over you at the sight of the living room, neat and tidy, it's pleasing to the eyes. however, a sudden click of a camera shutter broke your moment of silence, drawing your attention to the source. there she was, sitting gracefully on the couch, looking all gorgeous, capturing multiple pictures in various poses.

you couldn't help but assume that this unplanned photoshoot was destined for her phone gallery. curiosity sparked, and you wondered you wonder if she did the same with the tons of clothes all folded neatly at the edge of the sofa.

"oh, you're home! sorry for the mess in the hallway, i'll clean-"

"don't bother, i already cleaned them for you."

setting aside her phone, she created a space for you to lie down beside her. without hesitation, you accepted the invitation, sighing in contentment as you lay your head on her chest.

"tired?"

"very much."

arms wrapped around you in an instant, showering soft kisses across your face, exactly what you were yearning for earlier. maybe cleaning up her mess wasn't such a chore after all if the reward was this. aside from that thought, you found yourself blessed with daily affection from her, and you cherished every single gesture.

"any more plans for today?"

asked her, you shook your head no, you were too tired to think or do something.

"great! i just have one more request, and i'm dying to tell you."

you were getting sleepy at that very moment, well oh well, maybe you can make an exception, you hummed for her to continue.

"since you're here, let's take photos together! i've been wanting to try this sweater for soooo long."

she raised the familiar fabric, and it was yours.

"that's mine."

"nuh uh, found it in my closet."

"whatever, so is it still my sweater? or yours?"

◖ 💌 ° ☏ — you've reached the end! hi's and hello's once again, i hope you had a fun time reading! i enjoyed working on this, i can finally voice out my thoughts about the girls 😭 totally went crazy on danielle's, i love newjeans so muchjksjdjjdy

#kpop #new jeans #new jeans x reader #minji x reader #hanni x reader #danielle x reader #haerin x reader #hyein x reader #◖ 🕢 ° ✆ — call@7:30 fluff #◖ 🕞 ° ✆ — call@3:30 hc

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belovedmusings · 2 months

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Poppy red.

Choso Kamo x You x Suguru Geto

Explicit Themes (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part six of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and today, after having gone no-contact with his bandmate, Suguru, for a month, you have him over at your house while Choso is visiting his brother. The two of you need to discuss your relationship...and hopefully exhibit much-needed self-control.

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with questionable morals, Suguru is hot, but so is Choso, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, 2nd POV, reader has no defining characteristics, explicit smut, missionary, oral sex (fem receiving)

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: HENTAI (Rosalía), Animal I Have Become (Three Days Grace)

A/N: Life has still been busy but I still am so in love with this story so I'll continue to update!! Here's a rather spicy chapter, enjoy :)

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The two of you take either side of the couch in the living room once you’re inside with the groceries all put away.

Suguru had been watching television while you restocked the fridge and pantry, so once you join him, he faces you properly, beginning to speak.

“I want you in my life,” Suguru tells you right off the bat, seeming to want to avoid wasting time, “And before I…tell you how I really feel, I need you to know that I don’t want to take you away from Choso. I understand that you two are happy and I have no ill-feelings towards him.”

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

“That being said,” Suguru looks you deeply in the eyes. “I…what I feel for you isn’t like anything I’ve felt for anyone else. You’re constantly on my mind and I…I just want to be near you all the time. I want to hold you and…kiss you. Since I want to be completely blunt, I…I want more than that, too. I’m physically attracted to you, but also, I…I can picture us together.”

Hearing it out loud is a crazy experience, but Suguru is being open and honest with you. You want to meet him halfway.

“I feel the same way, but I haven’t lost any feelings I have for Choso. It’s very confusing.”

“That’s another thing—I don’t want to hurt Choso. I really like him, and I’d never want to betray his trust.”

You sigh, looking down at your hands, which have begun fiddling with each other in your lap. Then, in one fluid motion, you feel Suguru move closer, his hand covering both of yours.

“I…I don’t know how to move forward from here,” Suguru confesses as your eyes meet, your heart fluttering in your chest. “But I can’t say ‘goodbye’ to you.”

”Look…um, I just think it’s a good idea if we only see each other when he’s around,” you tell him, his palm warm over your skin. Your eyes are fixated on the sight. “We…can’t control ourselves when we’re alone together.’

Suguru sighs heavily beside you, giving your hands a small little pulse, his thumb gently running in small strokes. It makes you nervous, filling you with a pulsating warmth that ebbs and flows in rhythm with his touches.

“See?” You say, “Even this…this is intimacy we shouldn’t be sharing. We wouldn’t do this with Choso around.”

He looks into your eyes, nodding minutely. “That’s true. I know what you’re saying is true. I just…have this urge to not keep my hands off of you. If you were my girlfriend…should you want it…I’d have trouble staying off of you.”

You suck in a slow, deep breath. “When you say things like that…”

“I know,” he shakes his head, “I know, I do. Just…why couldn’t I have found you first?”

“Suguru,” you look away, pulling your hand out of his. “I shouldn’t be entertaining you like this, but I just…there’s something about you that I just…”

“Why haven’t you told him about what we’ve done so far?” He asks suddenly, causing you to look at him again. Your lips part for a second in thought before the honest words come pouring out.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” you say, “He has a tough exterior but he’s incredibly soft and vulnerable on the inside. If I told him…it would…grow. Like a weed. Even if I assured him it was nothing to worry about, it’d be there in the back of his mind. It would make him see you differently too, and it might ruin the band. I can’t do that, Suguru.”

“So, your plan is to never tell him how you feel about me?”

“How can I?” You stand up, gesticulating as you speak, “Suguru, I can’t tell my boyfriend, ‘I think I have feelings for your bandmate even though I’m still every bit as in love with you as I was when we first got together.’ If he did that to me, I would be devastated.”

Suguru frowns. “But the longer this goes on…the worse the lie.”

“I can’t hurt him.”

“So tell him the truth. Tell him how you feel about me, but that you have no plans of ever leaving him.”

“Then what? Then he leaves the band and hates you?” You ask, the idea absurd to you.

“Then I talk to him, too,” Suguru says, “I tell him how I feel, and that I have no plans of taking you away.”

“You tried to kiss me the last time we were alone together.”

“I know,” He says, “but maybe if it’s out in the open…”

“He won’t want me ever near you again,” You protest, “it’s better if this stays a secret.”

“I don’t like secrets,” Suguru shakes his head. “What if I dropped hints? Let him figure out that I have feelings for you? And we’ll see what he does.”

“What good would that do?”

“Then he could control the situation. Would that make you feel better?”

If Choso was the one who picked up on it, he could approach you first, and then you could get a read for how he feels about it based off of the way he broaches the subject with you.

You take a breath before nodding. “Yeah…it would.”

“Okay,” Suguru nods. “Then we’ll do that. It’s going to be okay.”

Your heart throbs painfully in your chest, and suddenly those words of comfort have a lump growing in your throat. Why? Do you like Suguru that much? Is it really having such a great effect on you?

His palm touches your cheek, and you look up at him to see his golden eyes staring into yours. His voice is soft as he says, “tell me how I make you feel.”

There’s a flutter in your chest and you breathe out shakily. “I…I feel a pull. You’re always on my mind, and your music is all I play. When I’m with you, I just…I want to do every bad thing in the book with you. I want to know how you kiss, how it feels, how you…”

Your words trail off as you realize how insane it sounds out loud. Still, he presses on.

“How I taste?” He fills in for you, deep voice low and syrupy, just above a whisper. It robs your own voice from you. You nod your affirmation.

His hand soothes your hair back. “What else?”

You inhale slowly to try and gain miniscule composure. “How you’d hold me…what it would be like if we were together…the sort of things we’d say, how we’d act, if we could just be a couple…”

“You like me bad,” he teases you lightly, and it commands a hot flush to your face.

“Don’t…”

“I’m right there with you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against yours. “I want to wake up next to you, to see you wearing my clothes, to make meals for you, to go out with you and spoil you…I want to make you happy.”

Your eyes close, and he takes the opportunity to ghost his lips over yours, the metal of his lip rings prompting a hitch in your breath. You begin to pull away, but he chases you, tilting slightly to plant a kiss to your cheek instead. You meet his eyes, and his own hold such an intimate gaze within them that you feel it sear through a layer in your heart. He keeps going; his lips meet the skin of your jaw, hands holding you by your back, and soon he’s trailing a line down your neck, arising goosebumps over the flesh he touches, the soft clicks indicating the cadence of each kiss only heightening your insanity.

Having lost a part of your conscience in his embrace, you return it, holding him close to you and relishing in his affection. You thread your fingers through his hair, pulling it from the tie it had been in, and he breathes out in relief, the warm air brushing over your skin.

His mouth stops at the neckline of your shirt, eyes glancing up at yours.

“I want to keep going,” He states, lowly and softly. You swallow thickly, afraid of the lack of control you might display if you told him what you really wanted to say. Luckily, he doesn’t put you in that position, and he takes a breath, straightening up and putting some distance between you. “I won’t, though.”

Your eyes hold his for a moment, and then you move to speak.

The lock in the front door turns.

Choso.

You hurriedly sit on the couch, an appropriate distance from Suguru, and understanding the situation immediately he follows suit on the other end. The door opens just in time, and your boyfriend walks through the door.

“Chos’,” you greet with a smile, standing and moving to kiss him.

“Hey,” He kisses you back before noticing Suguru on the couch. “Oh, hey. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Oh, yeah,” Suguru puts on his signature disarming smile. “We happened to be out at the same grocery store. I had to get more tea for Larue, and the place I usually go was out so I came over here.”

“Yeah, I ran into him and invited him over,” You corroborate. Nothing we said was a lie. Just not the entire truth.

“Cool,” Choso smiles easily, not phased or suspicious in the slightest. He removes his shoes and drops his keys in the basket near the door.

“How was hanging out with Kechizu?”

“Ah, same old,” Choso shrugs, “just played games and had pizza.”

“That’s good,” You say, moving to sit back down on the couch. “I got us restocked for the week with groceries since I got a little bored.”

“Oh, good. We can just use Sunday for a lazy day then,” Choso states, moving to sit where you were sitting on the couch. That leaves one spot; between him and Suguru.

Seeing the turmoil flash behind your eyes, Suguru stands.

“Well, it’s getting pretty late. I should get going home since it’s a little far from here.”

“Oh, you sure? You don’t want to stay for dinner?” Choso asks, “we can just order in and hang out, you’re not imposing.”

You take a breath, and Suguru shakes his head. “I appreciate it, but I gotta run some more errands before I go back. I’ll take you guys up on that on another day if you’ll have me.”

“Sure,” Choso shrugs, “you’re welcome any time.”

“Thanks,” Suguru smiles, then walks to the door. He passes you, and you get another whiff of his jasmine cologne, your last dose for the night. He starts putting his shoes on. “Thanks for having me over.”

Recognizing he’s talking to you, you smile in a way that you hope is convincing. “Sure, it’s no trouble. We’re friends now too, after all.”

Something gleams in his eyes at that. The denial you’d given him last time has been overwritten. “Yeah? Sweet. Hey, would you mind if I got her phone number, Choso? It’s not weird, right?”

What?

You look at your boyfriend, who shakes his head. “No, it’s not weird,” He chuckles lightly. “Go ahead. It’s probably a good idea in case of emergency anyway.”

“You’re right,” You agree, moving over to Suguru to take his phone and put your number in it. You text yourself so you have his.

“Thanks,” He says, taking his phone back. “Well, I’ll see you Monday, Choso! You guys have a good night.”

“You too.”

Choso raises his hand in a wave, and you close the door behind him once he leaves, locking it.

Once you turn around, you see your boyfriend’s eyes traveling over your figure, and it makes you feel warm.

“Chos’?”

“You look really beautiful like that.”

You take a look at yourself. Your hair’s kind of messy, and all you’re wearing is one of his sweatshirts and shorts.

“Thanks,” you laugh, moving to sit beside him. “I’m not wearing anything special.”

“So?”

That catches you by surprise. He’s usually not this bold. He reaches out and puts a hand on your leg, running it up your thigh.

“I’ve been thinking about us…” Choso says, “and…that time when I got a little flustered after you wanted me to choke you.”

Your mouth dries up. “…oh?”

“Do you want me to be rougher?”

Your next breath is uneven. “W-well, I…”

“I need you to tell me what you want,” He says, voice dropping a bit in volume. “You know I’ll give you anything.”

“A-anything?” Your voice is thin. He nods seriously.

“Anything in the world.”

You find yourself nodding. “I want…I want to try it rough.”

His lips are on yours in the next instant, and everything after that is a blur of bruising touches, the hurried removal of clothes, and an insistence in your boyfriend you've never seen before.

He has you laid out on the couch, both of your clothes strung around the room unimportantly, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck. A reminder that Suguru had been there not even an hour ago has you feeling a whirlwind of emotions; the shame gives way to arousal.

Choso’s teeth near your nipple has you gasping right back to the present, and you look to see him sucking marks into the soft flesh of your chest. His hands are on your thighs, spreading them, and without warning you feel the glide of his length against your mound.

He begins grinding against you as he marks your breast up in hickies, pulling noises from you that you don’t recognize.

His tongue runs over your nipple and you cry out, arching your back as he doubles down and continues to run his tongue over the hardened peak, your sexes rubbing intimately together in a way that makes your heart feel close to bursting.

It’s like he’s a new man tonight…he’s never this into it.

His teeth graze the tip of your nipple and you shudder, wrapping your legs around his waist and beginning to move your hips with his. He groans at that, moving to the next breast and giving it the same attention the first one got.

“Chos’,” you moan out, feeling one of his hands find the apex of your thigh. It’s only a second before two of his fingers find their way inside of you, slipping in with no resistance due to the way he’s masterfully turned you on. He starts pumping his fingers at a pace, the long digits reaching deep within you, making you shiver again.

The combination of his mouth and hand are enough to make your head spin.

He adds a third finger and begins moving down, sliding to his knees off the couch and readjusting you so that he supports your legs with his shoulders.

His lips scatter kisses and marks over the insides of your thighs as he continues to finger you, and not wasting any time, his mouth finds exactly where you need him, lips wrapping around your pearl and sucking as he pushes his fingers in deeper.

“Fuck,” is what leaves your mouth in a hiss, your hand gripping the couch tightly as he starts eating you out with gusto. “C-Chos’…”

He hums, tongue working wonders on you, and you think for a moment that you might actually lose sanity.

It’s not like he hasn’t done this before. It’s just that you didn’t think he could be so bold. Usually he goes slower, he never really leaves marks, and he sure as hell doesn’t curl his fingers inside you as he’s doing now—but you’re falling even deeper in love with him.

“Oh my god,” a moan leaves your mouth, and he licks a fat stripe up your swollen bud before attacking it again with a kiss. “Choso…”

His free hand finds your breast again, and it’s over soon after that—the way his fingers pinch and tease at your nipple combined with everything else he’s doing sweeps you over the edge swifter than you’re prepared for, and your orgasm slams into you with a cry of his name.

Or, rather, your first orgasm of the night.

He doesn’t stop there. He straightens up and climbs back between your legs on the couch, kissing you deeply as he lines up. Instead of asking, he takes, driving himself inside of you and making you take him despite the sensitivity of your walls.

You gasp as he begins moving immediately, nails digging into his shoulders. When you clench around him he groans, right in your ear, and you look up at him to see his face flushed prettily, sweat dripping down his forehead.

Another wave of lust for him takes over and you kiss him hard, nails dragging over his back. He mewls into your mouth and picks his pace up, the lewd, wet slap of your skin tell-tale to anyone who may be walking by the front door of your apartment.

That reminds you…the two of you have never done it on the couch before. He couldn’t wait long enough to get to bed.

Another one of your flutters around him causes his hips to stutter, and he ducks down, dragging his teeth over your ear before leaning up on his hands above you.

Then, one of them finds the base of your neck. Your lips part as he squeezes gently, focusing more power on the slam of his hips into yours. You feel him deep inside of you, the dull, harsh stretch of him forcing you to accommodate, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, voice reaching octaves you didn’t think you were capable of.

“I love you,” he breathes, kissing your open mouth, and you shiver from the contrast of his rough-fucking and the gentle declaration of devotion.

“I love you too,” it comes out of your throat like a wrecked sob, and amidst his panting, he reaches down and starts rubbing you in time with his thrusts, doing exactly what you need in order to finish for the second time.

As soon as you do, you feel him twitch, pressing deep into you to give you his load. Your own body shakes at the feeling, a sense of euphoria washing over you akin to the rush of opium.

When you open your eyes, his own mahogany ones are looking at you, a loose, dopey smile on his lips.

“Fuck,” you rasp intelligently, and he chuckles, burying his face in your neck.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, hugging him close.

No one is on your mind but him. What else happened today? You can’t remember. You can’t think at all.

Right now, Choso is your world.

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A/N: calm before the storm me thinks. Seriously though, if you're sticking with this and still waiting for the updates, thank you so much, I appreciate you. I still plan to post on AO3, I'm just not sure when I'll have the time. Keep your eyes out for the next update!

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wolfchankki · 27 days

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I loved your Soobin fic 🤭 and I loved it so so much, and I thought I'd request smtn, idk about you but when I see Beomgyu I always think of him as a bratty bottom, so here's what I'm thinking:

・FemDom reader (Like femfem.. No one can tell she's the top.. I don't see enough of those type of doms iykwim)

The scenario would be that reader and Beomgyu are roommates, reader is more on the introverted side so she doesn't go out much unlike Beomgyu does, which makes him think “She's probably haven't sex before” so he'd tease her until one day reader is over it and puts him in his place!

For kinks I'd want to see some overstimulation, slight degradation (or praising degrades), pet names, maybe a mommy kink?, & toys (vibrators)

That's all from me for now 🤭

Hello babe, good? Thanks for the request! I’m sorry for taking so long to post, but today I finally had a day off, and I hope the little longer writing make up for my delay. You guys are going feral over bratty Beomgyu and I’m loving every moment of it so far JSHKSHKS, for sure I’ll try to engage a little of every kink you put here, and here we stand up for FemFemdoms!

Im sorry for any mistake, I’m writing it totally stressed out AND a little drunk

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Bratty!Beomgyu x FemDom!Reader

overstimulation, degradation, pet names, mommy kink, toys (bullet and wand vibrator), a single face slap, hairpulling, no piv sex

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“Sleepless” (aka my fav Dutch Melrose song)

Tired of him nagging your ears off for four hours straight, you put your headphones on, a chill Spotify playlist giving some peace for your overused hearing sense.

At least for fifteen minutes, before your roommate get bored and took them off of you.

Taking one heavy breath with closed eyes, you finally open them again, not fully ready for Beomgyu’s shit talking again.

“…But are you really still virgin?” Asked after straight four minutes of a monologue of “how people over 20 shouldn’t be virgins anymore”.

For fucks sake.

No, you’re not virgin, but what’s the problem if you were? You could be religious, or that could be just your choice. Why is he so bothered by the thought of you having or not sex?

“Not of your business, Choi, now let me sleep”.

“I can’t! I’m now sure that you’re a freaking virgin and you’re just ashamed to admit. How can you sleep knowing that you’re over 20 and still virgin?”

His logic just doesn’t make sense enough for you, so you just fix the hem of your purple dress with a huff. You put him after your bath since your pajamas are on the dryer.

“I know you’re tired, but listen: you never, never, hang out alone or with someone, you’re always occupied ever since I know you, so you can’t possibly had sex before. So, you’re virgin!”

“Yeah yeah, you figured out the biggest secret of my life, now let’s sleep, Beomgyu” your tired voice gave some chills to the boy’s spine, observing you undo the Dutch braid of your hair, your almost everyday hair style. You thought that just agree with him would save you a little mental sanity.

Oh girl, how wrong.

“Ha! You virgin!” he scoffed “Are you waiting for your prince?”

“Guess you want to be this prince, since you’re making it such a big deal” you answered, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe, it would be lovely to make such a damsel cry for my cock” even not looking at him, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

That was the last straw you needed.

Standing up in a hurry, you gave no time for him to make another joke before you slapped him across the face.

He looked at you, too shocked to speak, hand in his red cheek.

Your stinging hand runs to his hair, taking in a fistful of his overgrown locks.

“Listen to me, very very carefully, Beomgyu. Now, you’ll shut your dirty mouth and do exactly what I want, am I clear?”

At first, he was too shocked with the attitude to speak, so, as little reminder of his new position, you tighten the grip in his hair.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Surprised by his sudden politeness into calling you “ma’am”, you hum at his response. You forcefully make him lay on your own bed, leaving him there to make sure the door is locked.

He wanted to ask if you’re that desperate for losing your virginity as a tease, but he already knows better and kept his mouth shut for the first time.

“You’re unsufferable, Choi, I’m worn-out of it. You need to learn your place for now on, so, that’s how its going to work: first, I’m not going to have sex with you, bad dogs like you don’t deserve it, but you feel a little of what I could do with you if I really wanted to. If something gets too much, just say “red”, then I’ll stop, and if you’re feeling good to continue, say “green”. If you don’t say “red”, I’ll stop whenever I feel like it. Ill not tie you up for now, but if you fucking think about touching me, you’ll regret it.”

Dazed, Beomgyu just nods eagerly. Who’s desperate now?

“You’re just a dumb, desperate whore, Beomgyu, ill make it clear for you since you’re too stupid to realize it by yourself.”

He hated the way his cock throbbed in his pants.

“Sit properly” you demand, “and take off your clothes”.

A little troubled, he does what you want, wondering what you going to do.

While he takes his clothes off in no hurry, you went to your wardrobe and take some things from the last drawer. Beomgyu was shocked seeing the wand and the bullet vibrators in your hand.

“You…”

“It’s clean, don’t you worry about it.”

“I would ask if you… When you use it?” for the first time ever, you saw him blushing at his own question.

“You’re always not home, sometimes I need to relax” you answer as if it was nothing. He didn’t answer.

“Why ae you so quiet now, uh?” you tease “Not so cheeky anymore, Gyu?”

The simple nickname made shivers run down his spine. Good.

Is something hard to explain, the sensation of knowing that you’re the one in charge now, also acknowledging that the whole time, you’ll be fully clothed, while he’s all exposed to you. Is something powerful, this kind of dominance.

“Are you okay? Use your words, Beomgyu” is always good to check up on the subbing one, know if they’re mentally prepared to continue the scene, you know it well.

“Yes, ma’am”.

“You know why I am doing it?’’ you asked, walking towards his naked self, sat in the middle of the bed”

Beomgyu didn’t answered, looking away, making you chuckle.

“Soon you’ll know.”

You pretty dress moves with your body while you sit in bed next to him, exposing your tights a little more, drawing his attention towards them.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Very much, actually.”

Here’s the cheeky tone again.

“Lay on your back. I want you to lay your head on top of your hands, arms up.”

This time, he takes a little more time to react to your words, but you let him take his time without pushing too much further, knowing that everything of it is new to him.

He finally obeys, laying on the bed just the way you wanted, looking at the ceiling.

“Not so brave anymore, bitch?”

He huffs, you ignore.

Looking down, you could see his half hard member.

“Is my dumb whore enjoying it? Enjoying being called this dirty things, uh?”

Your fingertips run along his thigh softly and you observe him chilling and his cock twitching. He closed his eyes with a deep breath. You take advantage of it and take the wand vibrator in your hand, turning it on in the lowest setting at the base of his dick.

He let out a strangled, surprised moan, his hands already flying towards you arm for support, but he remembered your threat, putting his hands back to place.

The game was just starting.

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“Mo-mommy, please!”

His fucked-out expression made you hum, holding one of his trembling thighs in a heavy grip, your nails digging a little in his skin while the bullet made his way to his tip after his first orgasm.

“Mommy? What is it now, uh?” you chuckle “Didn’t new you like it, Beomgyu… But mommy will make you feel good again and again, wasn’t it what you wanted? Mommy’s attention, slut?”

That was when his sobbing started, already feeling overstimulated from just one orgasm. With your iron grip – that he was surprised that you even had the strength to hold him in place – didn’t let him close his leg, making the sensations stronger. He never stimulated himself after the orgasm, and the feeling hit him hard.

“Color, Beomgyu?”

He hated to admit, but the agonizing sensation was making he feel good in some way, and know that the moment he wasn’t feeling well you will stop, made it even more pleasurable for him.

“Green! Green, mommy, ma-make me cum, pleasepleaseple-ah! Please!” You chuckle at his hurry, caressing his thigh.

“Y’know, I shouldn’t let you, you were so, so bad earlier, pup… maybe I don’t let you cum again at all and just stop here…” Being unfair, you turned on again the wand vibrator in a little higher setting at the base of his dick, not taking off the bullet in his tip, making him squirm, moaning louder that you imagine that he would.

“M'sorry! Sorry, mommy, m’sorry!”

“Are you? Are you really sorry, or you’re just a desperate whore to cum?”

“M’really sorry, I-I swear, m’mmy!”

You could tell that he was using all his self-control to not cum without your permission, and fighting the urge to move his hands from their place he so obediently let them.

“Then you can cum, Choi.” You almost don’t finish your words when he came with a scream, barely nothing coming out, his body having strong goosebumps and spasms.

But you just took away the bullet.

He cried, and you straddled his thighs, not letting him move.

“Just one more and we’re done, can you do it for mommy, puppy?”

You observe the fat tears running down his pink cheeks, smiling to yourself, he was so pretty fucked out like this.

“What’s your color, Gyu? Speak to mommy”.

Taking away the vibrator to let him talk, he takes some deep breaths.

“I… I-I think I can, mommy… Green.”

“That’s a good boy! Let me know if gets too much”.

You put the vibrator almost in the highest setting, again finding its way to his dick.

He sobs and bucks his hips hardly but couldn’t do much since you’re pretty comfortable siting in his thighs. He could feel your soaked cunt through your panties in one of his thighs but couldn’t do anything about it with his hands below his head, trying to obey you. He tried to focus on your pretty hair contouring your face and the strap of your dress slipping off your shoulder, an image that he will never forget.

“I’ll ask again; why am I doing it, Beomgyu?”

“I-I was- humph! I was bad to you, mo-mommy!”

“Right! You were very bad and nosy, Gyu, but is okay, mommy will teach you how to behave properly. What do we say when someone does something good for us, Beomgyu?”

The buzz of the vibrator was inebriating both your senses.

“Thanks, thanks for making me le-learn, mommy, thank you, I’m sorry!”

“What a good boy, already learning! You can come when you’re ready, baby, so good for mommy…”

Not a moment after, Beomgyu came, nothing coming out his slit, just spasming uncontrollably below you, tears streaming nonstop from his closed eyes, sobs and hiccups coming out his beautiful shaped mouth. You turn off the tool immediately and get off his thighs, shushing him.

“There there, baby, you did so good for me, so good for your mommy, I’m proud of you, bae.”

You run your fingers in his damp hair, comforting him after what he would say later as the strongest orgasms he had ever had.

“M’sorry, mommy…”

He says after a while with you calming him down.

“I know baby, is okay, mommy is not mad anymore, you did so well for me.”

You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Can I eat you out?”

He sounds so sudden and innocently shameless, that you had to laugh.

“Not today, baby, I’m good.”

“But, mommy, please-“ he was ready to whine about it, but you cut him off.

“No, Beomgyu. Want mommy to scold you again?” he pouted and shook his head “So, listen to me. I’m tired, and I can bet you’re exhausted. Maybe another time. Just a minute, babe” you rolled your eyes playfully when he whined again when you get out of the bed to take some wipes to clean him.

You clean his chest, lower belly and, of course, his cock. He hisses, but you were fast, so he didn’t complain a lot.

“I’ll get you some water, okay?”

He nods with a small smile while you walk away, looking you up and down. He loves this dress.

When you came back, he was already fast asleep in your bed with his mouth slightly open, drained out of energy. You chuckle to yourself. Maybe he never learns, but its alright, you’ll always remind him his place.

#sub!txt #txt #sub!idol #txt drabbles #sub!beomgyu #dom!reader #request #fem!reader #fanfic #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu imagines

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elliesflower · 1 year

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what's love? [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x gn!reader

cw; angst, ellie and reader in a situationship(kinda), post-golf incident (joel mentioned), slightly au (still set in jackson, ellie never went to seattle), ellie doesn't open up ab her feelings :(

an; hello! first off, rest easy to one of the greatest to ever do it, miss tina herself. while listening to her today i felt like this song was very ellie-coded tbh nd i haven't been great lately nd just wanted to throw something angsty together for my baby girl :( (i know the song's vibe doesn't necessarily match the story's vibe but i'm meaning more the lyrics). also this is more from ellie's pov so reader is gn and has absolutely no physical descriptors!!

no smut, but like all my content please 18+ only, mdni!!!

Three little words.

One big problem.

What is it?

“Is this the end?”

No, not those ones. It was something else, painful, and always dancing at the tip of her tongue, making tiny beads of sweat prick at her palms and a ball of trepidation sink to the pit of her stomach. They were cursed words, seldom given thought, and never spoken aloud. The underlying topic of ninety percent of all songs ever written, and movies produced—it was cruel, really, how there was no escaping it.

“This can’t be the end…”

Vision blurred by the thoughts of a thousand demons, Ellie muttered back into the void.

“It’s not,” and her voice was so quiet, it very well could have been the wind pestering the trees outside her window.

“It’s not…?”

Oh. Right.

Movie.

Your legs shifted under the shared blanket, and Ellie’s eyes refocused onto your folded hands in your lap.

“Is there a second movie, or something?” Your voice was trembling only slightly, the emotional turmoil of the last twenty minutes of the movie lacing your words.

Ellie shook her head again, as if it would shake her brain right out. She couldn’t help but to feel bad, having practically abandoned the movie as she stewed in her own emotions. There were so many of them, fighting to get out, clawing her insides every time she looked at your face for too long.

“Sorry,” she could blame her watery eyes on the movie. Push aside her feelings. Again. “No, there’s no second one. I wish there was, though.”

Ellie wasn’t much like an open book. Or, I guess she was a very specific kind of book. That one you fell in love with based on the dust jacket description, with her complex words and inexplicit detail, but every time you’d pull it down to read, something stopped you. Life gets in the way. You’d tried and tried, oh god have you tried, to open her up; to wear her down, pressing on her spine and dog-earing her pages, keeping her infrequent tipsy confessions and three-am sleep deprived rants in the back of your mind like a filing cabinet. Pushing, but never pressuring. Ellie didn’t like pressure.

“S’okay,” your voice was always soft with her. Couldn’t be loud, couldn’t scare her away, because Ellie Williams could fucking run. Away from her problems, as fast as her legs could carry her and as far as her heart would let her. Despite her alienation, the empty bed permanently rooted in the hardwood of Joel’s house kept her coming back. “Did y’wanna watch anything else? I’m kinda tired.”

Even the softness of your voice couldn’t conceal your hurt, that she was shutting down. Closing you off. Keeping you at a distance. Her heart twinged, but she couldn’t look at you. She looked down at her outstretched legs, the off-white blanket cascading over them, the piece of dust she could see out of the corner of her eye. Anything. Except you. She felt cold, but your body was warm, radiating and making her shift toward you subconsciously. She hated it.

Why is hate so much easier to express?

“You have patrol tomorrow?” It was easier to just get technical, sometimes. You nodded, before stretching your arms over your head, a yawn escaping you. “Gotta be up at four. Wesley and Nia have the flu or something, so we have to head out early to swing by their posts, too.” Ellie nodded, absentmindedly picking at her cuticles. Ignoring the sweet smell of vanilla that emanated from your body as your arms went over your head.

She was so proud of herself when she found you that bar soap out on patrol, neatly tucked away in a dusty white vanity. You were so happy, so grateful, always so grateful that she was thinking of you. That she perceived you in such a way.

And she almost fucking said it, that night. Almost ruined everything. Those three little words. She was high, probably on some weed, but also on how your eyes sparkled when you were happy, the way your eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and you shifted your body weight side-to-side excitedly. Your emotions were quite obvious, most of the time. It made Ellie want to cry.

“That sucks,” she mumbled, and she couldn’t help it now. You were like a magnet, she was sliding down against the pillows, watching the credits roll on the small screen past the end of her bed. She could hear you breathing, deep and careful. On edge. Why were you so on edge?

“It does,” you agreed. Ellie didn’t look away from the screen. Sinking, slowly, slowly, slower...her head was resting near your rib cage, now. She could feel you breathing. And she felt you slide down to match her position, turning your body to face her, silently and without explanation. It was better that way.

“You’ll sleep here tonight?” And it felt strangled, coming out of her throat. She didn’t need to say anything, though. Of course you were sleeping in her bed. Tonight, and the night before that, and before that…but she felt you nod against her side, and her arm slid up to allow you access to her chest. No explanation. Ellie was really bad at explaining.

“You’re cold,” your voice was muffled against the fabric of her gray hoodie. Ellie almost smiled. Almost.

“You’re warm,” she retorted, and she feels your heart pulse faster against the skin of your back. The movie’s end credits became the soundtrack to the night. Soft and pensive. Like you.

Ellie watched as your breathing eventually slowed, your shoulders rising and falling rhythmically as you drifted away into sleep. She was always jealous of that, though of course, like everything else, she’d never admit it—how your tiredness always let you drift into a blissful dreamland, your right hand twitching where it usually sat curled loosely atop her chest as you slept. You moved a lot, she noticed, and talked sometimes, too. Sleep didn’t come easy to people like Ellie.

And so, she was absolutely, positively, awake and conscious when you let out a breathy sigh in your sleep, legs twitching slightly against her bottom half before settling back into her chest. A whisper escaped your lips, so sweet it may have been laced with vanilla, too.

“I love you…”

But this time, Ellie couldn’t stop her tears.

#ellie williams #ellie williams angst #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou pt 2

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harryscherrypie · 2 years

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You pop, when we get intimate

husband!Harry Styles x fem!reader

summary - how your moans made their way into the background of cinema

warnings - smut, poorly written, slight voyeurism? Harry wants to put your moans in a song so yeah, fluff

wordcount - 2,8k

a/n - Oh god, this one physically drained me. I've been writing it since like august, but the smut never came out right, I hope you like this one, my second smut ever and I'm still a bit awkward writing it so patience, please.

If you have any feedback on my writing, please let me know, it would help tremendously,

Hope you enjoy it.

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“You want to what?” You almost screeched as you looked at Harry with wide eyes.

“You heard me right,” he smirked.

You knew Harry could be unhinged when it came to his music. In his previous work, he wasn’t afraid to use intimate bits and pieces of your relationship, just to complete the storytelling. But this was too much, even for him.

“You are absolutely crazy,” you laughed and shook your head.

He had to be joking. Right?

This wasn’t what you were expecting today. You and Harry were both at home. You were working on a project for work and he was working on songs in his home studio. After being locked away in there for about 5 hours straight he came out into the kitchen and nonchalantly asked the craziest question you’ve ever heard.

“Will you let me put your moans into one of my songs?”

“Look, we don’t have to do it, I understand if you are uncomfortable, but I think it would go in the song perfectly,” he shrugged as he moved closer to the couch, where you were sitting. He crouched in front of you and you opened your legs to make space for him between your legs.

“I don’t know Har,” you mumbled as you leaned closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him. It was an awkward position but you didn’t mind, you were glad to finally have him with you after he spent the few previous hours locked away in his studio.

“As I said, baby, if you are uncomfortable, it’s out of the window, you know I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he kissed your cheek gently and placed his forehead against your temple.

“Let me think about it hm?” You asked and he nodded happily.

“Thank you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against yours softly.

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That was 2 weeks ago, and to be honest, you thought about his question non-stop. You roughly knew what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to put your moans to the forefront of the song. He wanted them in the background, just loud enough to slightly hear over the music, he didn’t think anyone would catch onto them after the first listen, and that calmed your mind slightly.

Harry was spending the night at his studio in the city when you decided to agree to his proposition. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend nights at the studio. He always said that he felt the most inspired when he worked alone and during the night, and you could understand that.

You retyped the text a few times before you hit send. Just a couple of minutes later, a long voice message came from Harry.

“Oh my God, are you for real? Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to do this just because I wanted it, please tell me you are sure,” even though he sounded concerned, you could hear a tinge of hope and happiness in his voice.

“Yes, I am sure, I know you would never do anything to hurt or embarrass me, I trust you with my life, Harry,” you sent back a voice message and quickly moved to gather your stuff and get to the studio.

It wasn’t far away, only about 15 minutes from your shared apartment. You listened to a podcast you started listening to while you were working earlier that day as you drove towards the studio.

You parked in the parking lot beside the studio and got out. The lights in the entire building were out, only reassuring you that Harry was in the building alone, maybe except for a couple of security guards, who were going to stay on the bottom floor, so it didn’t bother you.

You walked into the building and greeted the security guard who had a shift that night. You handed him your ID for him to check your name on the list of people who have access and wished you a good night.

You took the elevator to the rented studio, which was on the 8th floor. As the elevator slowed down, you called Harry to let you in.

“Hey, I’m here, can you let me in please?”

“Of course, love, I’m going to be right there,”

You only waited for about 2 minutes, before the door opened up and your husband appeared.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled you towards him. He rested his chin against your shoulder as he gently swayed your bodies from side to side. You reveled in the feeling for a few moments before he slowly pulled away.

“Come on,” he tugged on your hand and pulled you into the studio with him.

He locked the door behind the two of you and led you towards a small couch in the back of the room. He sat down, pulled you right on top of him in one fluid motion, and rested his palms on your hips.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as he peppered small kisses around your face.

“I missed you too,” you smiled and rubbed his back gently.

“Baby, are you absolutely sure?” He asked concerned.

“Do you want me to change my mind? Because it sounds like you do,” you teased as you swiped your fingers around the surface of his cheeks.

“Let me get things ready, drink some of my tea if you want, it should be still hot,” he smiled and handed you the mug full of herbal tea.

You took the mug into your hands and blew on the tea gently. You watched Harry as he toyed with the soundboard and the computer from the couch. After a few minutes, you placed the mug on the table in front of you and stood up.

You moved towards him as quietly as you could, trying to scare him. He squealed lowly as you dug your fingers into his sides. You wrapped your hands around him while he quietly laughed at your antics. You raised to your tippy-toes and placed your chin on his shoulder.

“You little minx,” he smiled and opened up a program on his computer screen.

“Are you done?” You asked and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Almost, be patient,” he mumbled. Your eyes wandered from the screen to the profile of Harry’s face. You allowed yourself to admire him for a while before he spoke up.

“I can see you staring,” Harry said absentmindedly.

“I am getting bored and horny, so hurry up,” you whined jokingly.

“I am done, the mic is on, we can go in,” he turned around and pulled you into him. He kissed you gently, and unhurriedly. Even though the both of you knew what was going to happen in the next few minutes, the kiss didn’t get steamy. It stayed soft and gentle as if to bring each other comfort.

“You can still say no, you can always say no, I won’t get mad,” he reminded you as he placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes in bliss.

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “You told me like 5 times already,” you joked and he ‘tsked’ and raised your chin to keep you looking at him.

“I want you to be comfortable, and know that you can back out anytime you feel like it is becoming too much,” he stroked your cheek. You nodded in acknowledgment and tugged at his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get this over with,” you said.

“Eager, are we?” he teased but complied and let you lead him to the booth.

“You were hopeful, weren’t you?” You teased when you saw the inside of the booth. There were blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, with some towels and water bottles to the side. Your heart fluttered. You couldn’t have asked for more. The fact that he went out of his way to do this to try and make you feel more comfortable made your heart squeeze inside your chest.

“Guess you could say I had a hunch,” he winked jokingly and pulled you into the booth. He pulled you to sit down on the floor which was cushioned by the soft pillows.

“It’s so cozy, I love it,” you mumbled as you ran your hands over the soft fabric around you.

“Only the best for you, my love,” he smiled.

“C’mere baby, let me kiss you,” Harry pulled you onto his lap and quickly pressed his lips to yours. You stayed like that for a while. Pressed up against each other, lips moving against each other.

“Turn around baby, sit between my legs, it’s going to sound better that way,” he whispered into your ear and you complied. You shifted your weight and turned around, careful not to hurt him. You nested between his legs and pressed your back against his chest. You felt him lean against the wall behind him and get comfortable.

When the both of you got comfortable, you turned your head to the side, so you could face him.

“How are we going to do this?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to be able to fuck you unless I want all of the moans in the background to be mine, so that’s out of the window,” he grinned and kissed your neck.

“Yeah, you tend to be just a tiny bit loud,” you smiled and raised your hand with a small space between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Get your shirt off, woman,” he jokingly ordered and you raised your hands above your head.

“Get it off yourself,” you smiled. The shirt landed somewhere to your right. You didn’t have time to look because Harry pulled you into a kiss immediately after the shirt stopped touching your skin. He didn’t waste any time and cupped your breasts in his hands. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, making you moan into his mouth.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled against your lips as he ran the tips of his fingers over your stomach and hips. You moaned at his praise softly and raised your hips off of the ground slightly, trying to tell him you wanted him to slide your sweat pants off of your legs.

Harry knew you like the back of his hand, and immediately understood what you wanted from him.

“Raise your hips for me, love, just a bit,” he murmured against the side of your face and you complied, air leaving your lungs at his words, wrapping your arm around the back of his neck to get some stability. He swiped the fabric of both sweat pants and your underwear from underneath your butt, and down your legs.

“Straighten your legs,” he ordered and you did, just for him to hook his knees around your legs and pinning them to the ground, spread out. You let out a shaky breath, tensing up from the sudden cold feeling touching your hot core.

“Relax against me, and let me do the work,” you nodded your head desperately and you laid your head against his shoulder, burrowing your face in his neck.

At first, he didn’t do anything. His slight touches were teasing and almost non-existent, dancing over your heated naked skin.

As his hand traveled down, over your thigh, it nestled itself on your inner thigh, incredibly close to where you needed him, making goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

He was so, so close when he suddenly started to pull away. In the deep feeling of desperation, you forcefully closed your legs and pried them from underneath his, with a loud whine.

“Please, don’t do this to me,” you whined and Harry tsked disapprovingly.

“Be good for me, or you won’t get anything,” he threatened, and you nodded understandingly. You knew he wouldn’t do that to you, after all, he needed this but you knew the longer you would misbehave the longer it would take for him to properly start.

he pined your legs underneath his again, this time a lot firmer than before and his hand went back to the place it was before.

This time around, he didn’t waste any time and dived straight in. He pulled your hood apart with two fingers, leaving your pulsing clit uncovered in the slightly cold air of the recording booth. He smeared your wetness over his fingers and started rubbing soft circles on your clit, making you lean back into him a little more, feeling a jolt of electricity flash over your spine.

“Is that good lovie?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You nodded vigorously, letting a breathless moan tumble out of your mouth. He didn’t take his time easing you into the feeling, as he started rubbing your clit a bit more roughly.

You didn’t understand how he did it, but you already felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. The feeling of the cold rings pressing against your heated skin only made the motions of his skilled fingers make you feel so much better.

You could feel his fingers starting to explore, the thumb circled your clit and the rest went downwards until you felt them prodding against your wet hole.

“Please, give me your fingers,” you moaned out and he kissed the side of your head.

“Be patient,” he murmured.

He teased you, only letting the tips of his finger dip into you before he pulled them away, only focusing on your clit.

You couldn’t wait anymore, you gripped his wrist and looked him in the eyes, with a pleading look on your face.

“Please,” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, nodding, as if annoyed. You let go of his wrist, settling back against him.

He dipped his fingers in you again, going deeper this time. You spread your legs slightly more, trying to take as much of his fingers as you can. You moaned loudly when his fingers prodded against the sensitive spot inside you. The motion made you grip the loose fabric of his grey sweat pants you could almost feel him smirk behind you.

“Oh, God,” you whispered out as you fought against the flutter of your lashes, struggling against the urge to close your eyes in absolute bliss.

He quickly moved his fingers in and out of you, thumb on your clit, trying to graze the sensitive spot as much and as best as you could. Soon, you were a moaning and whining mess, too close to your orgasm to let out anything except the gasps of his name.

You were so, so close. The feeling in your belly almost too much to bear.

“Let go for me my love, cum for me,” he whispered against your ear.

You tried to hold off for a while, wanting to enjoy his touch for a bit longer, but you couldn’t it wasn’t possible.

You let go with a loud moan as the hot blinding pleasure hit you, making you see galaxies for a few moments. You desperately tried to close your legs around his hand, but this time, he was ready and didn’t let your legs slip from his. Harry continued to rub your clit even after your orgasm, making you whine and try to get away from him.

You felt sleepy. Your eyes were too heavy to keep them open and your limbs felt too heavy to move on your own. You felt yourself being moved. From between Harry’s legs to laying on a fluffy pillow with a warm blanket draped over you. You felt Harry slip away from you, and you tried calling out for him.

“M’just going to turn the mic off, I will be back in a minute, I promise darling, then I’ll clean you up,” he promised lovingly and you nodded, snuggling into the soft fabric of the pillow underneath your head.

He was right, after about a minute you could feel his presence again as the pillows around you shifted underneath his weight.

“I need to pull the blanket off, prepare,” he warned and you braced yourself for the chilly feeling.

You were grateful he cleaned up very quickly. He quickly wiped you up, and slipped your underwear on, mumbling encouraging words when you flinched away from being too sensitive.

“Sit up for me,” he gently ordered and pulled you up to rest against him. He opened the water bottle only an arm's length away from him and placed it against your lips, urging you to drink just a little. You took a few sips, but soon grew tired of it, and tried to lay down again. This time, he laid down with you. He threw a blanket over your bodies, snuggling your almost bare form to his, gently brushing his hand over your hair in soothing motions.

“Did so good for me, my best girl,” he mumbled as he peppered kisses around the back of your neck.

“At least credit me for the song,” you joked weakly, making Harry’s laugh the last thing you heard before you slipped into a well-deserved slumber.

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seenoversundown · 5 days

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For Death Or Glory : Chapter One

Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: Anxious theme, Bickering, Brotherly Taunting, Uncomfortable situations, Yearning (oh the yearning) Smoking, Alcohol (it's a bar- feels self explanatory but just for safety) Shitty dad jokes, and silly goofy boy time!

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Jake has spent most of his 20's single or just random dates here and there. Unfortunately for him, his brothers and their partners are all on board for trying to find him the love of his life.

Author's Note: hehe hi :) I couldn't resist any longer. I hope you love Jake as much as I do.

Beggars Song - Matt Maeson "Oh yeah, I'm a beat down, washed up, son of a bitch, I got one more cigarette and all my money is spent, but I'ma Be damned if I let it keep me down."

The soft ‘click’ of the door latching behind me as I sneak out of Willa and Quinn’s apartment. It stopped snowing a few hours ago, so the plows have had time to take care of the roads. Hopefully, they could get out of there quickly enough to make it home. I can’t be shocked that we all got roped into a slumber party, especially with Josh involved. I honestly didn’t even mind it; sometimes, spending time with everyone is nice, not in the bar. My heart was whole, watching everyone laugh and smile together.

Their apartment complex wasn’t too far from the bar, but I don’t trust the roads enough to drive the speed limit.

‘Oh, what a night,

Late December back in ‘63..’

“Oooh, this one hits,” I say as the song fills the car. Turning the volume, I tap along on my steering wheel. Taking my time, I can appreciate how the snow softly coats the trees, which kind of makes up for the lack of leaves. The sun feels extra bright today, bouncing off all the snow piles and practically making the ground light up.

‘What a lady, what a night.’

“Oh, I, I got a funny feeling when she walked in the room,” I quietly sing along. I’ve always been a little partial to the “oldies” as they say on the radio, but I grew up listening to all of it. Maybe I’m just a sucker for nostalgia.

Pulling into my usual spot, ‘Oh, what a night,’ I sit for a second, contemplating whether I should run upstairs real quick or go into the bar. I probably should at least change. I’ve been in these clothes for almost twenty-four hours.

As fast as I can, without busting my ass on the ice, I walk to the stairwell. It’s unfortunately not the most insulated, so I hustle upstairs; the first chilly days always catch you off guard. The warmth hits me when I get into the apartment, my body letting out one last shiver, shaking the chill from outside off.

After finding a clean button-up and switching into new pants, I feel like a new human. I take a few minutes to brush my teeth, spray myself with some cologne, and then make a cup of coffee. The warm drink on a cold day routine never misses. I scroll through my emails while waiting for my coffee to finish brewing before heading to the bar.

The brisk air has me running down the stairs, fumbling with my keys to unlock the back door to the bar. I quickly turn the keys, hearing the heavy ‘clunk’ of the deadbolt flipping over. I scoot myself inside, pulling the door shut behind me while letting out another shiver.

My body freezes when I hear sounds coming from the actual bar. Jesus Christ, NO. My heart rate spikes as I creep down the hallway, not wanting to give myself away. As if whoever or whatever is in here didn’t hear the door, you dumbass. I still can’t see out into the bar, but the faint sounds are becoming much less muffled as I get closer.

“Fuck, what do we do?”

“Just get dressed, baby. Go, go, go.”

Is that Danny? I take a few more steps before finally seeing his tall figure standing shirtless near one of the end booths. He’s clearly buttoning his pants when I see a pair of smaller arms reach out behind him. Oh my god, Melody. I watch as he fumbles around, trying to flip his shirt from inside out, when he turns around and locks eyes with me. I can see any ounce of life drain from his face from a mile away.

We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Still, it is realistically ten seconds before I spit out the only question I can manage to think of, “What the fuck is going on?”

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“Jake, really, I’m so sorry,” Dan is about to plead his case now.

Looking at him, I take a deep breath, knowing he genuinely feels terrible about this. “It’s fine,” I say, touching his arm.

“I will just take the day to really clean the bar, I suppose,” letting the smile sneak onto my face to ease the tension.

He lets a small laugh, “I’ll help since it’s my bad anyway.”

“Oh god,” I let slip. That was supposed to be an inside thought, but here we are.

“What?”

I silently point to the camera behind the bar. I won’t lie: Watching the emotions cycle through his face wasn’t a little funny. Melody looked wide-eyed as the realization hit her as well.

“Oh shit, oh my god,”

“You quite literally helped me install them,” I let out an uncomfortable laugh, “I don’t know how you forgot.”

He runs both hands over his face before finally asking, “Can we just.. delete that.. ALL of that..please?” His voice is coated in desperation as he keeps looking over at Melody.

“I’m certainly not going to watch it, Danny.” Relief washes over him as if he really thought I would watch that.

“Let’s agree to never bring this up.. again.. Ever?” I cock an eyebrow at him, taking a quick glance at Melody as well. She nods aggressively.

“What are we never bringing up?” Sam’s sing-songy tone radiates through the bar. God damn it.

Josh’s loud voice followed suit, “Oh, I love a good secret!” Of course, he came with Sam.

“That is between you guys and Danny,” I put my hands up, “I have cleaning I need to get done.” I look over to Dan, trying not to laugh. The look on his face is screaming that he knows he’s screwed now that Josh is here. Everybody is about to know his little secret.

“If you need to go for a little bit, do what you need to,” I lean in and whisper to Melody as I pass her. She gives me a thumbs-up and mouths, ‘Thank you,’ as I head down the hall.

“Goodmorning, brother,” Josh’s voice comes from behind me as I grab some cleaning supplies from our storage closet.

“I’m surprised you guys got here this early?”

When I left the apartment, I didn’t think anybody would be moving for quite a while. The few of us in the living room, all sleeping on the makeshift bed we crafted with extra blankets and pillows. Sam dipped at some point in the night to Willa’s bed, what a party pooper.

“I couldn’t fall back to sleep after you left, and I heard Sam moving around,” he tells me, “We figured you could use some help getting the bar situated after last night anyway.” Reaching out to take the broom and dustpan from me.

Surprised that they wanted to help, I quickly said, “Oh, well, thanks bub.” Not that they didn’t usually help out if I asked, but it was a bit more dependent on me asking, which I’m candidly not great at doing.

“So, what exactly needs to be cleaned?” Sam finally caves.

I smile at him, knowing what he’s trying to do, “Let’s just say we’re taking the opportunity to really make sure everything is clean.” Grabbing a rag and some disinfectant to start wiping everything down.

“Well,” he instigates further, “I just didn’t know if there was like a specific booth or something.” He unsuccessfully chokes back a laugh.

Josh quickly cut him off, “I’m sure he asked for specifics,”

I bite my tongue so as not to laugh at the argument that will start. If there’s anything I know, it’s that these two can’t help but start shit with each other.

“It was just a question, Josh.”

“You’re just picking at him for no reason. He said we’re cleaning everything, so just clean.”

“You know why we’re cleaning. That’s why you’re being defensive,” Sam says, his voice rising as he realizes.

Josh gasps dramatically, “You DO listen to your girlfriend. Oh my god, I’m so proud of you!”

“Oh, fuck off,”

Josh laughed loud: “It doesn’t take much to figure out what happened, Samuel. Just use that little brain of yours for a minute, and maybe you’ll piece it together.”

I sit in a booth to wipe the table down, just listening to them go back and forth. Josh isn’t wrong.. If he really did just stop to think about it, he would figure it out. Or, literally, just ask Danny. I never said he couldn’t ask him.

“I’m not that stupid, I know that-” Sam starts but immediately stops when he sees Danny walk back in.

“What are we yelling about?”

“The two of them are bickering about why we’re cleaning,” I say plainly, with my eyebrows raised and a tight-lipped smile.

His eyes widen, clearing his throat before saying, “Yeah, uh, people were a bit frantic last night trying to get out of here when the storm started, and we also didn’t want to get stuck too long, so we just.. didn’t have time to clean.” He couldn’t be worse at lying, but I think Sam will let it slide because of how uncomfortable he looks right now.

“Now, why couldn’t you just say that?” Sam turns, looking back over at Josh. Jesus Christ, here we go.

“Because that’s obviously not the reason, they clearly–”

“Good morning, Krusty Krew!” Quinn sings through the bar, thank god.

“Did we interrupt something?” Willa asks through a laugh.

“Yes, thank you,” I speak before the other two can.

It’s fun to watch as they both make their way over to their respective partners. Josh and Quinn always seem like they haven’t seen each other in years, even if it’s only been 20 minutes. The way they just curl into each other at any given moment. And then there’s Sam and Willa. Her laugh radiates through a room whenever Sam is around; they constantly pick on each other about something. He presses a kiss to the side of her head before she starts to walk away, but not before he swats at her ass, and she flips him off. She’s a saint for putting up with him.

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I listened to everyone’s chatter until Josh and Sam started bickering again. I motion to Danny to say that I’m going outside for a minute before grabbing a cigarette from my office. Walking out the back door in the crisp air, I pull out my lighter and try to beat the wind. That first inhale is always the most rewarding. I told myself when I left the shipyard that I would cut back; the guys I worked with were heavy smokers, and it’s easy to fall into that trap. Now, I settle for one a day, and honestly, some days, I don’t bother; I find that when I’m stressed, I tend to go for it, but I’ve stuck to my guns and not gone back to smoking aggressively.

I walk across the street, finding my usual spot to watch the boats slowly sail out to the ocean. I like to come here when I need a moment. I’m unsure why I’m feeling more anxious today than usual, but my chest feels heavy. Why do I feel so alone?

It’s not that I can’t be alone. I obviously have made it this long without someone; I have just spent the last two years watching everyone close to me find love. I never really feel lonely because they are all part of the family at this point, but I do have days where I can’t help but be almost..jealous. My mind keeps wandering as I take another drag. Is there something I’m doing that just makes me not worthy of dating? I’ve never understood why, out of all the dates I’ve been on in the last handful of years, none of them have worked out. God, I sound so pathetic.

I enjoy the last moments of my smoke break, forcing myself to focus on the boat coming into the dock. I can’t seem bothered when I go inside, or they’ll notice.

Finally, making my way back inside, I see Josh and Quinn in one booth and Sam with Willa in another. They don’t seem to notice that I’ve snuck back in, so I just spend some time cleaning up and organizing behind the bar while there’s nobody to actually tend to.

I start mindlessly wiping down the wine glasses, trying to make them as clean as possible. Josh and Quinn are in my line of sight; it’s hard not to notice how in love they are. Always sitting on the same side of any table, whether it’s a booth or a typical table setting, they’re attached at the hip. They’re always touching. Whether it’s just sitting close enough, one of them can move their leg closer, or right now, where Quinn is just tracing their finger along his jawline and down the bridge of his nose. They lean in, pressing a kiss to his nose before he tugs them in quickly for a real kiss. This is dreadful. I really can’t remember the last time I kissed someone. Am I that touch starved that I’m jealous of my brother? The squeak from the glass reminds me where I am. I shake my head, putting it back in its place and grabbing a new glass.

I glance over to the other booth; Willa has her head propped up in her hand as she looks at my brother. Even though they instigate each other most often, it’s always with love. She has a soft smile plastered on her face as she nods to whatever he’s saying. Running his hand down her forearm every so often, it’s weird seeing Sam so.. domestic? Willa really is perfect for him, though. I knew the moment she put him in his place while on a date with SOMEONE ELSE. How she looks at him like he’s the greatest thing ever created is incredibly sweet. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can see the way her eyes light up before she calls him ‘babe.’ I put the last glass back in place, tossing the towel under the bar.

I think I have scrubbed every inch of this bar today, I think to myself, leaning into my hand. The music is lower since there’s nobody here, and everybody is currently preoccupied. I let my mind wander for a minute.

The feeling of being so excited to see someone that your heart flutters. Being able to just hold someone close. God, getting to kiss them endlessly— nothing is better than that. Feeling them smile at you, ugh. Being so wrapped up in each other, pulling her into your lap so you can just have her as close as possible. Someone to call sweet things and have them call me ‘babe.’ Fuck me. I need a wife. Can I just skip to the being in love part? I don’t want to waste my time on girls who will just leave after a couple of months. I just want to fall helplessly in love and spend every day making sure they feel the same.

“Jake?” Sam loudly says, waving his hand in front of me.

My body jumps involuntarily, “For fucks sake.”

“Good daydream, huh?” Josh teases. I fight the warm feeling creeping into my face, rolling my eyes subtly.

“What do you guys want?”

“Will you make us drinks, please?” Josh asks, trying to recover from his taunting.

“Quinn and Willa too?” I double-check as I’m grabbing glasses. They both nod in sync.

I kept letting out little sighs, which, to be fair, I didn’t think were that obvious. Turning and setting one of the drinks in front of them, my eyebrows pulled together.

“Why do you look so angry?” Sam asks.

“I’m not?” I quip back. Unfortunately, it didn’t come out as convincing as I would have liked.

“I really think you just need to get laid or something, Jake,” Josh laughs out, “you need someone to take the edge off!” he laughs, nudging Sam with his elbow. You’re telling me.

“When do I have the time, Josh? Come on,” I can’t help the attitude that comes out, but given the day I’ve had so far— getting harassed for not getting laid is not helping.

“Honestly, you just seem tense lately,” Sam pipes up, “maybe if you actually flirted with one of the pretty girls who comes in, you could get off once in a while.” Josh barks out a laugh towards Sam, but I see Dan pointing in our direction as I listen to my personal peanut gallery giggle.

Rolling my eyes at them as they keep egging each other on, “Trust me, I’d love for my wife to walk through those doors, but I don’t see that happening.”

I turn to finish making drinks for the boys, trying to ignore them, squawking about my lack of sex life. As I set out a few glasses on the counter, I heard a lower, raspy female voice ring behind me, “Could I speak with Mr. Kiszka?”

I turn around to a petite redhead dressed very professionally. Her button-up was a pale yellow, tucked into some grayish-blue slacks. Her hair curled perfectly, and her dark red lips stood out against her pale complexion.

“Which one?” we all answer in unison.

She flips open her folder, looking at whatever papers are in there, and I can’t seem to look away from her. She’s … so hot?

“Um, Jacob Kiszka, I’m sorry.”

She looks up at me, making direct eye contact. Green. Her eyes are green.

I manage to muster up the ability to ask, “What do you need from me, dear?” Dear? Am I ninety? The sounds of my brother’s giggling prevented any level of silence between us.

“Well, I’m sorry to do this to you randomly, Mr. Kiszka,” she says confidently; her voice is so pretty.“Mr. Kiszka is our father. Please call me Jake,” I say, trying to lighten the mood as I extend my arm out to shake her hand across the bar. It feels like a small jolt to my heart as her hand firmly grabs mine, and she tells me, “Charlotte Rhodes.”

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Chapter Two

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 2 months

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Unspoken Love

Nanami Kento x Reader

Final: My Safe Haven

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: One Year Later

(Song Inspiration: Need 2 by Pinegrove)

Yuji noticed a big a change in Nanami. It made the student happy to see Nanami more like himself and not reading in the library most of the time when he’s in the school. If anything, he seems happier to the young boy.

“What do you think, sensei?” Yuji asked Gojo quietly when they watched him from afar. Nanami was on the phone, a smile apparent on his face. Nanami brushed his hair back, a small chuckle escaping his lips. Gojo shrugged.

“He doesn’t usually talk about what’s going on in his life,” Gojo replied. A playful grin appeared on the white-haired man’s face. “But we’re about to find out!” Footsteps were coming closer and closer to them. When they looked up, Nanami stood in front of them, a hand resting on his hips.

“You two are up to something,” he said.

“I think that you are the one up to something,” Gojo said and peered in closer to his face. “You look happy.”

“Yes, I am,” Nanami replied. Gojo jumped back in surprise. “Am I not supposed to?”

“Nanamin, what’s been bringing you in a such a good mood?” Yuji asked happily and curiously. Nanami softly smiled, your name escaping his lips. Gojo’s mouth was agape while Yuji gasped with a wide smile forming on his face. Nanami chuckled again.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said and walked away.

The drive to the hospital wasn’t too far from the school. But twenty minutes always felt too long for him. By the time he arrived, he parked by the front at the outpatient area where you were waiting patiently, body covered with your black peacoat and hat, along with his scarf that he wrapped around you this morning. Your backpack hung on one shoulder and your hand holding your phone. He’s assuming you were playing your mindless phone games while waiting for him.

He smiled and quickly got out of the car. You looked up finally and a smile appeared on your face. Nanami opened your door and you thanked him. He took your backpack before you entered the car and Nanami carefully placed your bag in the backseat before he took his seat. When you looked out the window, some of your fellow classmates stared in shock. You couldn’t help but chuckle and wave at them as Nanami drove away.

You wouldn’t say your relationship with him is complicated. If anything, it was more than you could ever asked for. You two reciprocated everything back to each other. The way you two treat each other and spoke to each other. Texting and calling each other good night and good morning and still meeting up almost everyday. The title remained unspoken and the two of you are content.

Nanami slowly reached for your hand. It was the first time he did and you squeezed his hand with reassurance. Nanami smiled, his eyes remaining on the road. This time, you laced your fingers with his and rested both of your hands on your lap.

“How was clinical?” he asked softly.

“I got to go to the ICU today!”

“You seem extremely happy about it, darling,” he said with a small smile.

“I got to do and learn so much!”

You sat up straight and turned to face him, animatedly talking about your day. All the medical terms you included, Nanami just smiled and nodded, asking questions here and there so he could understand more about your day. And he could hear the happy tone in your voice as you answered all of his questions. Listening to your voice, the excitement and passion you have, it has his heart going and going. He could listen to you all day long.

“Darling,” Nanami called.

“Yes?”

“Will you go on a date with me this weekend?” he asked.

You stood in front of your mirror. You straightened out your warm tights and rustic orange corduroy dress. You adjusted the belt and checked your make up one last time. You made sure your hair was perfect in the beanie you wore. With content, you smiled. You picked out your knee high brown boots and placed them by the front door. You went on your laptop and quickly submitted the last of your assignment of the semester before you heard the door of your apartment open. You smiled.

“You look beautiful,” Nanami said breathlessly.

It was only two days ago when he officially asked you out. He remembered the nerves and the fear of rejection running through his mind. He didn’t remember how he mustered up the courage to ask you out on a date. He just remembered the question escaping his lips. He remembers feeling your hand freeze on your lap. He couldn’t tell who’s palm was sweating, but he assumed it was his. He remembers stopping at the light and finally looking at you. Your cheeks were pink and a smile was apparent on your lips. And when you said yes, he was elated.

When you turned to look at him, Nanami was still in his beige suit, blue button up, and orange-black spotted tie. You can’t complain though. You love a man in a suit. It was seldom that you see him wear sweats or jeans. Either way, he remained handsome in your eyes no matter what. His blond hair parted and pushed back. His shoulders broad and his built figure fitting perfectly in his suit. His soft brown eye and smile made your insides melt.

“Well, you look extremely handsome today,” you said with a blush on your face as you closed your laptop. You walked up to him with a smile. “You look like you’re glowing.” Nanami softly laughed.

“I get to have my first official date with my favorite girl,” he said softly, his fingers brushing softly on your cheek before he cupped your chin with his fingers. “Are you ready, darling?”

He treated you just like any other day. Today was just another step to your unspoken relationship. He is more intimate and you returned the intimacy. He held your hand all day and kept you close to him. You leaned your head against his arm and would consistently wrap your arm around his. He remained chivalrous, and of course, you couldn’t let him pay and do everything until he says:

Don’t worry, darling. I got it.

“How was dinner?” he asked. Your arm was wrapped around his arm while the two of you walked in the crowded Tokyo streets.

“Delicious! Probably the best pasta I ever had,” you answered happily. Nanami chuckled. “Where to now?”

Nanami brought you a museum. It wasn’t your typical art museum or science museum. This museum displayed the human bodies and various diagnosis and its history. It made him very nervous, but after seeing you reading several books on various pathologies, he hopes you would find the museum exciting. Safe to say, the two of you were there for several hours. You read everything and examined everything you saw. By the time you reached the end of the museum, your stomach immediately growled. Loudly. All Nanami could do was laugh and take you out to the planned restaurant.

“I want to go to my favorite place,” he said when you two finished your late dinner. You smiled and rested your head on his arm. You followed his lead and looked around the familiar surroundings. And then you caught sight of the cafe. Nanami opened the door for you and you thanked the gentleman as always. Nanami placed his hand on the small of your back and lead you to the corner you typically reside in.

“This is really your favorite place,” you asked curiously. Nanami nodded. He mentioned that he’ll be back. You watched him pick up two drinks, bringing a smile on your face.

“I got us tea,” he said. You felt relieved with the hot cup warming up your cold fingers. Nanami did warn you to wear gloves, but you claimed that you don’t own any before the two of you left the apartment.

“So, how did the cafe become your favorite place?” you asked after taking a small sip of your tea.

“This is where we first met. And if I didn’t meet you, I wouldn’t be who I am today.” You looked at him surprised, cheeks pink as you felt shy. “I was very insecure and felt that I didn’t deserve to have someone like you in my life. I doubted myself and felt that I just needed to be alone. But my body reacted differently from my brain because I wasn’t going to help you get the book you were jumping up and down for.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his statement. Nanami smiled. You weren’t offended. But why would you?

“I took the chance to invite you over to sit with me that first day and I had a good gut feeling you were going to be there before me again, so I mobile ordered tea that one day and wrote my number on the cup,” you confessed. Nanami smiled. He reached out and held your hand.

“Have you ever been ashamed of me? Felt embarrassed to be around me?” he asked curiously and seriously.

“Never, Kento-kun,” you answered. “Not even once.” Your answer meant everything to him. The look he held in his eye made you feel weak. You suddenly blushed and shyly looked away. Nanami stood up so he could take the seat right next to you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned on his chest. “I enjoyed today.”

“I did too, darling. Are you ready to go home?” You shook your head and pouted.

“I never want my day to end,” you said. “I love spending time with you.” He felt his heart flutter.

“You’ll see me tomorrow for sure,” he said. He stood up and held out his hand. You grabbed it and he pulled you up to your feet. “You need your rest.” He took your empty cup and wrapper and threw it away before he brought you back home.

You cling on to him tightly on your way back up to your apartment. Nanami couldn’t complain. He always thought he wouldn’t be a fan of physical contact like this. Maybe holding hands and a quick hug would’ve suffice, but with you clinging tightly on to him made him feel loved, needed, and at ease.

“Are you up for a second date?” Nanami asked. You blushed and nodded.

“I’ll go on all of the dates with you, Kento-kun,” you replied happily. Nanami blushed.

“Then, would you like to come over tomorrow for dinner?” he shyly asked. You don’t often go to his place. You remember it being very neat. He has a modern, contemporary style. White couches with yellow and white patterned throw pillows. Marbled black countertops with white cabinets, white walls, with a light gray wooden floors.

“I would love to,” you said. “Your place is super nice.”

“You think so? I thought you hated it.” Your eyes slightly widened.

“N-No! Th-That’s not it. It’s just…I’m scared to even make a mess. Your place is so clean.” You blushed at your answer. It sounded so lame. But Nanami squeezes your hand and chuckled.

“It is clean but I’m not typically home,” he said. “So, it would be nice to make it more homey, don’t you think?” You knew what he tried to implied, and it made you blush even more.

“Y-Yeah!” Your voice was a higher pitch, he noticed. Nanami smiled.

By the time you two reached your front door, Nanami pulled you in for a hug. You melted in his arms. He found comfort holding you. Nanami pulled away slightly and cupped a side of your face while caressing your cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “In so many ways, you’re beautiful.” You felt a leap in your stomach. You watched him lean in slowly to you. Before you knew it, his lips met yours. His kiss is soft, the way you thought your first kiss would be. When he pulled away, you looked at him dreamingly. Nanami couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “You alright?” You nodded, your mind in a daze.

“I never kissed someone before,” you said. When you looked at him, his whole feature softened.

“I haven’t either.” You felt so happy hearing that from him. You immediately wrapped your arms around him happily.

“Tonight was amazing. I had so much fun.”

“I did too, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With one last kiss, he watched you walk inside and left.

Your winter break fell too short. But you spent it everyday with Nanami. Nanami provided everything for you, no matter how much you protested. And right now, Nanami is walking up to your campus, finding the academic building you were in. He made sure he was early enough to find and surprise you.

He stood by the trees, leaning back against it with his arms crossed. A sudden rush of students started leaving and entering the building. Many of the females eyeing him in awe. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Thinking how right you were and him admitting that his insecurities were getting the best of him.

“HES SO HOT!” one of the female students exclaimed. A group of female students looked at him then turned back to each other as they giggled. He couldn’t help but let his confidence grow.

“Those scars make him hot. I wonder what happened.”

“Such a mystery. So sexy.”

Nanami laughed while his focus remained on you. He finally found you. Black peacoat with your thick tights and sweater dress. His eye caught the large brown scarf he wrapped around you to make sure you were warm. He found you talking to a small group of other students. Two males and a female. He was in awe as you laughed. He patiently waited for you to hopefully notice him. He watched you scan the campus. And once you saw him, he watched you stare at him a little longer. He couldn’t help but laugh as he started to walk to you. You quickly said bye to your classmates and ran to him.

“Kento-kun!” you yelled out happily. You immediately hugged him before giving him a kiss. “Aren’t you working?”

“I’m free right now,” he answered and kissed your forehead. “How was your last first day of class?” You groaned but still smiled.

“Overwhelming already,” you answered.

“Come on, do you want to go to my place and relax?” he asked. You nodded excitedly and reached for his hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and kissed your hand.

“So I still have my Thursday clinicals,” you explained.

“Tomorrow morning?” You nodded.

“Yeah, so I probably shouldn’t stay for too long. I’ll have to get ready and sleep at a decent time, if I can. My sleep schedule is pretty wonky at the moment.” Nanami nodded.

“You didn’t get sleep last night, right?” You yawned and nodded your head.

“7:30AM,” you replied tiredly.

You softly thanked him when he opened your door. Once he closed the door, you leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes. Nanami paused before he stepped inside. He took his jacket off and covered your body with his jacket before leaving to your place instead of his.

You didn’t stir at all when he lifted you up from your seat. Your head rubbed against his chest for comfort as he walked you two to your apartment. Nanami gently placed you on your bed before removing your shoes and coat. He covered you warm with your blanket and set your clinical alarm on your phone.

He did it all. He found your uniform for the next day and placed it on your computer chair. He plugged your laptop to charge right next to your backpack so you don’t forget to pack it the next morning. He made you dinner and packed leftovers for lunch, making sure your lunchbox had your snacks and a water bottle. He set up a new K-cup in the machine with your thermos next to it. Finally, he left his credit card on the counter in case you wanted breakfast for the morning.

He didn’t want to leave. He planned to stay until you woke up. But his phone call from Gojo made him sigh. Quickly, he wrote a note and quietly placed it on your nightstand. With one last kiss to your forehead, he left.

“I love you, darling,” he whispered softly.

You couldn’t help but brag to your classmates. All the females questioned about Nanami when they saw him waiting at campus. You excitedly talked about him. About how you two met and how your relationship is with him.

“So, he never made it official?” a girl asked.

“It is,” you said.

“But he never asked you!”

“He doesn’t have to. It’s…unspoken of but it says a lot,” you answered. You smiled widely as you took a bite of the food Nanami prepared.

It was around 7PM when you woke up from your long nap. You were confused at first. You remembered being with Nanami. But once you read his note, you immediately sat up in bed and turned on your lamp. You saw your uniform and bag all set up for you. You walked in the kitchen, and your lunchbox was set along with dinner. A note was in a fridge on a filled bento box for your lunch and another about the new K-cup on the machine. And when you saw the credit card and a note that says In case you want breakfast, your whole being just melted. He text you goodnight and sweet dreams before he went to sleep and you text him good morning before you got ready. So yeah, you didn’t need verbal confirmation on your status with Nanami.

“Girl, it’s cute,” another classmate said. “I wish I have that.”

“Is he like rich? His car looks so luxurious!” You shrugged, but you would assume so with his job. But you never bothered to ask.

“Older man too, right?”

“By like three years.”

“Is he picking you up today? I wanna see him again!” You laughed. “You’re so lucky!”

Again you laughed. You checked your phone. You smiled. Nanami finished his mission safe and sound.

“If he’s not working. You girls are crazy.” The ladies groaned with a pout. A small chuckle escaped your lips once more before you ate your food again.

“Wait, I always thought you had to ask them to be your girlfriend?” Yuji asked curiously after the mission he and Nanami were on. The two of them were waiting for Ijichi. Yuji was curious about you and surprise hit him when Nanami happily spoke about you.

“We know,” Nanami said as he fixed his eyepatch. “It’s common that you would ask. But I don’t have to with her.”

“Why’s that, Nanamin?”

“Action speaks louder than words, Itadori-kun.”

“Have you ever said ‘I love you’ yet?”

“Once but she was asleep. But I will. I want to at least tell her that.”

“Mmmm, so if I like a girl, should I do what you do?” Yuji asked innocently. Nanami chuckled.

“You do what feels right, Itadori-kun. If you want to ask her to be your girlfriend then you ask her. Every relationship is different.”

“So, when did you find her to be your girlfriend?” Nanami blushed. He didn’t know. He wondered if you thought of the same thing or if you found him to be your boyfriend at a certain time. He cleared his throat.

“Maybe it was when I asked her out on an official date. However, to me, it felt like it was earlier than that.”

“Can I meet her?” Yuji was excited. He always wanted to meet you. He thought maybe you were the one that helped Nanami. And he wanted to meet the one that saved him.

“One day,” he said. “She’s almost done with school in a few months. So when she’s done. She’s a busy body.”

“I bet she works overtime unlike you.” Nanami raised an eyebrow at the young, pink-haired boy.

“She actually does.” Yuji laughed. “She technically works three jobs with her full time job, going to school, and studying.”

“Nanamin, how’d you find her?”

“I’ll tell you that another day,” he answered. “Maybe she’ll tell you. If you like details at least.”

“Worth waiting for a few months then, Nanamin!”

Months passed. It was a big day for you. You searched the crowd left and right, trying to find your tall, blonde boyfriend. You groaned. You thought he would be easy to find, especially with his tie. After taking pictures with your close classmates, you ventured out more in the crowd to find Nanami.

“Darling!” You smiled and turned around. There he was holding a large bouquet of your favorite flowers with a small teddy bear that wore a small stethoscope around its neck. You ran to him and hugged him tightly. “Congratulations, darling.”

“Thank you! I can’t believe it was hard to find you. Your tie sticks out!” you exclaimed.

“I would think the eyepatch would more,” Nanami said with a chuckle. You blushed.

“That to.” Nanami laughed and kissed you softly. “I want to take pictures.”

“Yes, my darling.”

You met his friends and the young sorcerers a couple of times. You were surprised that he invited everyone to your favorite bar/restaurant to celebrate your big day. It was the first time celebrating with a bunch of people. Something you mentioned to Nanami once.

“We could’ve just had a small dinner,” you said.

“I know. But you deserve a big celebration. I’ll get us a round of shots,” Nanami said and got up.

“So what’s the plan now?” Ino asked.

“Is Nanamin going to propose? Should we expect a wedding soon?” Gojo asked with a wide grin. You blushed.

“I-I got accepted to work in the ICU as long as I pass my boards,” you answered happily.

“When does that happen?” Nobara asked.

“Hopefully next month,” you answered. The thought of it made you nervous.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Shoko said. “Nanami talks very highly of you.” You blushed again.

“Nanami-san is happier with you,” Megumi added. You giggled.

“I would hope so,” you said in a joking matter. Nanami finally returned with a tray. Gojo smiled.

“Nanamin, when’s the wedding?” he asked. Nanami gave him a blank stare. “Oh come on! I bet you got a ring somewhere.”

“Oi! Shut up,” Shoko yelled.

“Stupid,” Maki muttered under her breath.

You returned back with Nanami to his apartment. He watched you arrange the flowers while he hung your gown and cap on the hanger. He hung it up in the coat closet before watching you again. You wore a white dress with brown heels that now lay by the front door. He watched you admirably before he came up behind you and hugged you from behind.

“Kento!” You lightly laughed. “You scared me.” Nanami chuckled and kissed your cheek, his lips then trailing down your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin.

“I love you,” he said softly. Your heart began to race. You turned around to look at him. You couldn’t explain what you saw in him, but you can see all the love he has for you. You always have.

“I love you, too,” you replied back and kissed him softly on the lips. Nanami’s hand was on the back of your head while the other rested on your waist. Nanami slowly pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. He looked at your now glowing face. He wondered if that’s how he looks right now in your eyes.

“W-Would you…Would you like to move in with me one day?” he asked nervously. “Whenever you’re ready to. I—“ You patiently waited for him to continue, a soft smile appearing on your face. “Or I could go to you. Darling, you became my safe haven. I wouldn’t be who I am now if it weren’t for you. I want to be able to wake up with you every morning and hold you in my arms and fall asleep with you at night. I love you so much.”

“I would love to move in with you, Kento,” you answered softly. “I thought you’d never ask.” Nanami chuckled and kissed your lips again and again and again that you started to laugh in the kiss. You yelped when he suddenly carried you in your now shared bedroom. He laid you on the bed and he lied down next to you, holding you close to him. He held your hand, admiring how small it is compared to his.

“I want to marry you one day,” he confessed. You giggled and turned around to face him.

“You think so far ahead into the future,” you stated. You watched him blush. “I do, too.”

“What do you see?”

“Well, I see you coming home every time and myself running up to you and give you the biggest hug and kiss. I see us eventually buying a house. I see us having a small wedding. I can see us having two daughters. I hope you’ll be a girl dad,” you answered with a giggle. “I see us growing old together and being happy just like like this.”

“And your gut feeling?” A wide smile spread across your face. You kissed him passionately.

“I’m not worried about where we’ll be going.”

“Were you ever worried? I don’t say a lot with our relationship.” You shook your head.

“Action speaks louder than words, right?” He is elated. Elated that you thought of the same thing as him.

“You never doubted me?”

“Never, Kento. Have you ever doubted me?” Nanami smiled and shook his head. “Take off until next week.” Your sudden request had him confused and surprised, but either way, he was willing to do anything and everything for you.

“Anything for you, my love.” His new nickname for you made you smile widely. “What did you have in mind?”

“Moving.” He chuckled.

“And we’ll go out to dinner to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?”

“I just want to celebrate us.” You blushed. His cheesiness had that effect on you. You love it. “And you deserve to be treated out.”

“Kento, what about you? What do you want from me? Because you give me everything.” Nanami kissed you.

“Just keep loving me the way you do. Stay by my side forever. Be my safe haven.” You nodded and kissed him this time. “Now, let me run you a hot bath. You had a long day.”

“I’m a lucky person.”

“I’m the lucky one.”

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Could I request a F!MC x Poppy Sweeting one shot where it’s Poppy’s first time and she is practically begging for MC to do unsavoury things to her

My first foray into F/F smut 🫣 I thought it would be Imelda but here we are. Nothing says romance like spider guts.

Sweet on Sweeting

Poppy Sweeting x f!reader

18+, Smut

You crouched down at the fence to the Kneazle pen and held out your hand, your palm full of food. You were promptly being slobbered on by no less than three eager beasts and you giggled at the ticklish lapping of their rough tongues. Poppy was busy in the pen with the smallest Kneazle on her lap, stroking its fur and singing it a song, and you couldn't help but smile at the sweet scene in front of you. Unfortunately not all of your classmates were as enamoured with Poppy Sweeting as you, and the cruel sniggering punctuated your peaceful adoration, causing a deep frown to cross your face.

"What does she think she's doing, singing to the bloody thing?"

You whipped your head around to face the speaker, the slimy Ravenclaw boy you'd barely bothered to talk to. His cronies were laughing along as he caught your stare and looked you up and down. You'd earned a reputation at Hogwarts already—escaping a dragon, battling a troll, and had done nothing to dispel the rumours that you'd been seen outside the castle clearing poacher camps, leaving no survivors. The Ravenclaw's stare faltered at your impenetrable gaze and you flexed your fingers, hovering over your wand. He flinched, nodded to his friends and walked away as you gave a small smirk at the back of his head.

"Thank you," a voice said beside you.

Poppy was standing on the other side of the fence, clutching the small Kneazle in her arms with a shy smile on her face. She stood a whole head shorter than you so she looked up at you through her eyelashes, her dark brown eyes meeting yours and setting your pulse racing. You'd tried not to pay much attention to the feeling when you looked at her, being far too busy to dwell on such things, but it was times like these that you found it hard to tear yourself away.

"You're welcome, Poppy. Bunch of idiots."

Poppy shrugged. "Not everyone understands beasts, like we do."

That much was true, you doubted the Ravenclaw goon could have managed to approach Highwing without getting his eyes pecked out. You regarded Poppy, who was staring at you with glittering eyes and you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as she tucked her short brunette hair behind her ears. Was she…flirting?

"Thank you class, that will be all for today," barked Professor Howin.

You looked around to your teacher who was busying herself packing away the brushes and food containers and by the time you looked back to find Poppy she had disappeared. You caught sight of her small frame wandering off in completely the wrong direction for the castle, wondering where she could be off to. She glanced furtively over her shoulder, not catching sight of you, and pulled her wand out as you frowned at her suspicious behaviour. What was she up to? Something in you, whether it was curiosity or protectiveness, made you follow her—she'd had her fair share of scrapes over the years and you were impressed with how she handled herself, but you thought she'd left her reckless behaviour behind in fifth year.

You followed behind her for quite a while, staying far enough back to remain out of earshot and covered by a disillusionment charm. Poppy didn't stop once, her short legs moving as quick as they could towards the Forbidden Forest—as soon as she turned into the treeline, you knew you'd been justified in your worry. She broke into a run as you passed a small campfire, long extinguished, and you briefly lost sight of her, frantically trying to listen for her footfalls or any sign of disturbance.

After a few more minutes of pacing, you heard the unmistakable sound of combat—the rustling, groaning and wandfire erupting from the densely packed vegetation. You broke into a spirit towards the sound to see Poppy face to face with a monstrous spider, staring down the length of her wand at its many eyes.

"Stupefy!"

The spell only slowed the spider as it continued its advance, it's legs flailing wildly as Poppy threw up a shield charm.

"Confringo!" you yelled, as the flame erupted from your wand and struck the hairy beast full on its body, setting it aflame as it collapsed on the floor.

“Merlin’s beard Poppy, are you okay?” you said, running to her.

“I had it under control,” she panted, an angry frown painted on her usually soft face.

“Clearly,” you said, staring at the gruesome spider lying dead on the forest floor.

Poppy was standing over the body, breathing heavily and covered in blood, hopefully all of which belonged to the beast. You approached her as she watched you with dark eyes, briefly flicking over your body with what looked like…lust? You’d seen it before, reflected in the eyes of various lovers, but it was completely alien and almost shocking to see in Poppy. You reached a tentative hand to her face to wipe off the blood and she winced as your finger grazed a very real cut on her cheekbone.

“You should get that looked at,” you whispered, your hand lingering on her jaw.

“Later,” she said, turning her head to kiss your bloody hand, running her tongue along your thumb.

You gasped at the unexpected contact as you watched her taste her blood and give you a wicked grin, stirring something inside you to elicit a barely intelligible moan from your lips. An ache had settled between your legs as you regarded her, watching her tongue and bloodied lips brush your finger until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Poppy…,” you whispered, snaking your hand around the back of her neck and pulling her towards you.

She tilted her head eagerly to meet your lips, and you didn’t care much about the blood that transferred to you as you kissed her, or the metallic tang you tasted as your tongue flicked over her mouth as she whimpered against you. Your free hand pulled her delicate waist closer towards you until you were pressed together, her hands finding your head to lace her fingers through your now messy hair. The smaller girl moulded herself against you, her kisses growing more urgent as you attempted to guide her backwards away from the bloodied spider corpse on the ground next to you. You stumbled back against a large tree, pinning Poppy against the cold bark as she gasped and broke the kiss, looking back at you with hungry eyes.

Her hands fumbled with the clasp on your cloak but you swatted her hand away, muttering that it was too cold for that, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t somewhat loosen your underclothes. You pulled her shirt from her waistband and glided your hands underneath the fabric as she shivered against your freezing cold fingers. Her nipples were hard, whether from the cold or arousal you couldn’t say, but she responded eagerly to the pressure you applied, teasing the hard peak between your thumb and forefinger whilst your other hand cupped her small breast and muttered into her mouth.

“Is this what you want?”

“Mmmph, yes. But I want more,” she gasped.

“Oh? What else?”

“Touch me, please. I've never…I want it to be you.”

Her hands were wandering over your shirt, shaky and unsure but clearly wanting to feel what was underneath.

“I am touching you, Poppy. You’ll have to be more specific,” you purred into her ear.

“Between my legs,” she sighed. “I’m so wet, please.”

You smirked at her whimpering and begging eyes as you hitched up her skirt to roughly pull down her underwear, dropping them on the leaf-strewn floor leaving her bare except her knee-high socks. You bit your lip as you slid your hand between her warm thighs, finding that she was being truthful, she was absolutely soaking wet. She let out another high pitched whine as you gently parted her swollen lips with your fingers, finding her sensitive nub and running your middle finger over it agonisingly slowly, watching her squirm against you.

“Is that what you meant?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop.”

Her remaining composure crumbled as you began stroking tiny circles against her clit, her back arching against the palm still pressed against her breast. Her pink lips parted, expelling filthy sounds from her mouth.

“Poppy, I didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth,” you teased, before kissing her neck, splattered with blood and sweat mingled with her usual sweet scent.

You could feel her legs shaking as she ground her hips against your hand, her fingers now tugging painfully at your hair. You could tell she was already close, but you didn’t want it to end so soon—you were having far too much fun watching her pleading eyes and listening to her muttered expletives and whines. Your lips dragged along her neck to her jaw, kissing along to her bottom lip which you drew into your mouth with your teeth as you removed your hand. The look on her face was one of utter betrayal and desperate frustration as you pulled back from her with a grin.

"Don't stop, why did you stop?" her temper had returned and you gave a small chuckle at her indignation.

“Lay on the ground,” you said, standing to watch her reaction.

She did as you'd asked, tucking her cloak underneath her as she sat, her skirt already hitched up, exposing her pale thighs.

"What would you like me to do now, Sweeting?"

She knew you were teasing, but played right along with a smile.

"I'd like you to pleasure me, with your mouth," she said innocently, a slight shake in her voice.

You smirked at her nervous arousal and knelt on the cold, slightly damp ground, running your hands up her socks from her ankles. She gasped as your fingers glided over her bare skin above her knees, further pushing her skirt around her waist.

"Lie back and tilt your hips a little," you said.

She did as you asked and you ran your fingers between her legs, along the soft smattering of brown hair above her lips, grazing her swollen nub until you found her entrance. You slid a finger inside her, then another—she was wet and warm but her tightness betrayed her innocence. She moaned and wriggled at your touch as you practically salivated at the sight of her, dipping your head to bury your mouth against her sensitive spot.

"Ohh, oh yes," she gasped as your tongue began licking her clit, swirling and flicking the tiny nub as your fingers curled inside her.

You let out a pleasurable moan as your own arousal built, wriggling your hips to get some sort of friction against your trousers, but her sweet gasps were too much to bear for your mounting frustration. You needed your other arm to support your weight in the bent position you were in, and you inwardly cursed at the painful ache between your legs as you continued to see to Poppy.

"Please don't stop," she whined, clearly sensing your distraction.

You felt her legs and hips shaking as she approached her climax, doing nothing to change your tempo you waited, as her moans grew louder and more erratic. With a sharp inhalation of breath, you felt her walls contract around your fingers as she reached her orgasm, her hands pulling on your hair and thighs tightening around your head. Gasping, she pulled your head away from her overly sensitive clit and lay back on the ground to catch her breath as you shuffled to your knees to watch her.

Her cheeks were heavily flushed and hair mussed with leaves caught in the fine strands. You smiled at her dishevelled appearance, finally removing your fingers from her, now dripping in her arousal, sending your head spinning.

"Fuck," you muttered, roughly pulling at your trousers and shoving them down around your thighs, desperate for your own release.

You used the fingers that had been only moments before pleasuring the girl in front of you to touch yourself, her wetness mingling with your own as you circled your painfully swollen clit. Poppy was propped in her hands watching you, her mouth parted and brown eyes lingering on your frantically moving hand.

"Fuck," you gasped.

Your desperation clearly spurred Poppy into action as she came to your side, pushing your hand away and replacing it with her own, mimicking the movements you'd been performing on yourself. You ran a hand through her hair and licked her soft lips, her tongue meeting yours in a feverish kiss as you felt the pull in your abdomen, the dizzy peak before you exploded, the pleasurable waves pulsing through your body. You grasped Poppy's hand to still her movements as you rode out your orgasm, clutching her neck and gasping into her mouth before slumping down on the ground with a relieved groan.

"Thank you, for that," Poppy smiled shyly.

"My pleasure. Can we maybe move away from the spider corpse now?" you said with a smile.

#poppy sweeting #poppy sweeting smut #poppy sweeting fanfiction #poppy sweeting x reader

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snowflakeanimelover · 17 days

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Masterlist | Next Chapter

Relationship: Thomas Shelby x Mafia Boss!Female Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: cussing, death, major character death, secrets, lies, no Y/N mentioned, she is only given a last name, badass reader, lots of lore, slow burn, this chapter is a little rushed.

NOTE: this is basically just a Prologue, but if enough people like it then ill continue this :)

I believe this would be a perfect fit for readers theme song, for this story. Hence where the title comes from, as well.

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“Where is Tommy?”

That particular voice is very well recognized in this area. It has a stern and motherly tone with strict trauma behind it. The voice is so familiar that anyone who hears it from a distance of a mile away would know exactly who it belongs to. That voice belongs to none other than Polly Gray, the aunt of the Shelby brothers and sisters. Polly is known to be the intelligent one in the family, along with her nephew, Thomas Shelby.

Anyone who knows Polly knows to keep themselves a few feet back. She’s one woman no one wants to mess with—Thomas Shelby’s protection added to the threat.

“I don’t know,” John Shelby, second youngest brother, replied to his aunt with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “Fucker went off on his own a few days ago without saying a bloody word.”

A woman sat not too far from the Shelby and Gray. Her job is quite simple. Someone who counts the money in the Betting Shop, amongst other people. So far, she’s been working there for a few months now. Never has she spoken to the Shelby’s much, besides when she first met them to get the job.

But she wasn’t looking for talk. Her bright orbs often glanced over the shop, studying each and every person who belonged to the Peaky Blinders. And most importantly, she keeps her eyes on the important people, such as the Shelby family members and their allies.

Her back was facing John and Polly as they spoke, due to her desk being in a certain place, but she didn’t care. She doesn’t have to look at them to know what they’re talking about.

”What’s the trouble?” John finally asks after a beat of silence. Knowing her his whole life, he can't miss the unusual way she paced and looked a bit frantic. She’s worried about something, and if that's the case, then it ain’t good for the business or the family.

“Sullivan,” she answers him a bit harshly. “Tommy is supposed to meet him today, and he’s not fucking back.”

The woman listening in on the conversation raises her brows, pausing her writing and she tunes in. This was very important.

John nods absentmindedly, showing he’s listening. “Alright,” he stresses, rubbing his chin in thought. “Alright. Well, send Arthur.”

”Fucking Arthur?” Polly asks in disbelief. “You can’t be fucking serious. Tommy would have his shit if he knew Arthur took his place.”

”Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?”

The woman had already tuned out their voices as she brought herself into deep thought. She takes a moment to think properly; her plans, her ideas, her past business. And within a few minutes, a wicked smirk plays on her lips.

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Light chatter and curses echoed in the small, empty church. The cloudy day had refused to shine light into the holy building, only candles lit in the most important places.

”What the fuck is taking him so long?” A man curses, pacing back and forth in the candlelight. His few body guards stood around, guns in their hands for preparation.

His lips part once more to complain about the tardiness of his new ally, but the sound of the door to the church creaking open makes him pause. Sullivan tilts his head, focused on the new arrival. Although it was too hard for him to see, the darkness took over the corners. “Thomas Shelby?” He calls out, guessing who it could be. “I don’t got all fucking night, eh? I’ve got things to do. Business to take care of,” he boasts, annoyed that his ally was late.

”Well, that’s no good,” a feminine voice breaks the silence, one Sullivan knows well.

Sullivan flinches back in surprise, pointing a finger at the darkness. “No, no…” he mutters in disbelief. “H-How the fuck did you know I was here?!”

“Come on, Jordan,” she teases lightly, slowly stepping into the light. Sullivan takes another step back. It’s her, for sure. The clothes say it all. The only woman to wear such material, such style. Much like the Peaky Blinders. “You’ve done me dirty. You think I’d just let you go so easily?”

”I said,” he yells out, anger and fear taking over his form. “How the fuck did you know I was here?!”

She takes another step forward, a threat. And that was it for Sullivan. “Fucking shoot her!” He demands, his bodyguards doing exactly as they are told.

Guns fire and men fall. It ended within seconds, with Sullivan’s men down in a heartbeat.

Sullivan watches in fear as two women come out from the darkness, dressed the same as the woman he fears the most. Members from her gang. Guns held tightly and confidently in their hands, pointing directly at Sullivan. She didn’t even have to lift a finger.

Sullivan doesn't say a word as he turns and flees, running through the back door of the church and into the dirty streets. She merely laughs, trudging off her long trench coat and handing it to one of the women standing by her side. “A chase?” She chuckles, rolling her shoulders. “How fun.” With that, she starts the chase.

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The run didn’t last long, to her disappointment. The man was down with one simple trip on the uneven gravel, hitting the ground hard. She jumps over a crate that was in the way, and stops to study the scene.

A smile grows on her lips as she pulls out her gun from her holster, pointing it right at him.

Sullivan’s words are slurred together fearfully as he begs to leave her alone, to let him live. He stumbles to push himself back up and eventually gives up, staying on the ground with his hands up in surrender.

“Where’s the money, Jordan?” She hisses, cocking the gun back.

”P-Please—please let me go, I-I swear I’ll pay you back all that I stole, Miss Rose,” he begs, “I-I’ll give you even more than that!”

She takes a moment to observe his fearful state. The way his body shook. The way he cowards with the gun being pointed right at his head. She reveled in all of it.

She wastes no more time putting just a little bit of pressure on the trigger, the bullet flying. Sullivan jerks back as the bullet goes straight through his head, and his body falls back.

Relief didn’t come as much as she hoped. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end—A feeling she was being watched. Her hand holding the gun lowers as her orbs turn, finding none other than Thomas Shelby, Arthur Shelby, and John Shelby standing there with their guns pointed right at her.

A sigh leaves her lips as she puts the gun back in its holster, pulling a smile at the boys. “Apologies,” she says, noticing the shocked expressions they hold, “I didn’t know I had an audience.”

#kates blabs #x reader #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly gray #mafia boss reader #female reader #mafia boss #mafia #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #fan fiction #badass reader #Spotify

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taey0ngsvape · 1 year

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surprising hongjoong @ his studio

Hongjoong listens to the backtrack one more time before he sits back in his chair, finally taking a short break. He’s currently in the process of remaking an entire song after losing the file last week by accident. He’d been so upset that when he got home, he ended up crying in your arms. You’d been an angel to him, gently stroking his hair and whispering reassurances until he calmed down.

But even though he’d accepted that the file was gone and was prepared to recreate it, he was still upset. This weekend he was supposed to finally have a day off. One that he could spend the entirety of with you. And now he was holed up in his studio again. What made things worse was that the weather had suddenly taken a turn for the best, warm and sunny. He should be spending the day with you.

He sighs, taking off his headphones and rubbing his eyes. He wonders if he should text you. This morning he’d apologized for having to leave and then told you that you should spend the day with your friends. He doesn’t want to bother you if you’re out with them.

For a minute, he just closes his eyes, trying to relax a bit, but all he can think about is how disappointed you looked this morning when he left.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when he hears a knock at the door. He smiles to himself because he’s pretty sure San has brought him lunch even after Hongjoong had specifically asked him not to.

Hongjoong stands up, stretching for a second before heading for the door and unlocking it. But when he opens it, someone has brought him lunch, but it isn’t San.

You smile up as him and his heart swells. “Hey,” you say. “Thought you might like some company.”

Hongjoong smiles at you and lets you in, closing the door behind you. You set the bag of takeout on the desk, far from any equipment and Hongjoong pulls you in for a quick kiss. Pulling away after, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why aren’t you with your friends?” he asks.

You shrug. “I wanted to see you.”

“Well I’m flattered, but I also want you to have fun. It’s so nice today, you deserve to go out.”

You smile at him, your beautiful, selfless boyfriend. “I just want to be with you.”

He looks at you, stars in his eyes. “I want to be with you too. Thank you for coming, really.”

You grin and ruffle his hair. “Let’s have lunch. Then you can get back to work and maybe the next time you take a break we can go on a walk.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He grabs the paper bag and sets out various containers on the coffee table, one that you picked out for him because he didn’t have enough furniture (the first time you brought him lunch you two ate on the floor).

“Joong?” you ask? He hums in response, patting the space on the couch next to him. “I’m really proud of you,” you say. “Even after being upset about the file, you didn’t let it stop you. It didn’t even slow you down. You’re so resilient and I’m really proud of you for not letting this break you down.”

He blinks away the tears that threaten to well up and instead he just smiles at you. “I love you so much.”

You smile at him, taking the spot on the couch next to him. “I love you too.”

#ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez fluff #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong drabble #hongjoong fluff

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channiesdelululand · 2 years

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Kitten 💙

Wonder what it would be like to get a specialized voice memo from Jeongin? Something just for you?

NSFW Jeongin x Reader

Warnings; 18+, minors DNI!, Begging, Phone sex

You had always had a small crush on your childhood best friend Jeongin. Always following him around Sunday school like a lost little puppy. After all he was the first person you met when you had just moved to Busan at such a young age.

He was always so sweet and quiet. Even when he finally choked up the courage to ask you out right before debut, he did so in such an innocent and wholesome way.

All of that leading up to right now. Still in disbelief of what you just received from your soft spoken boyfriend.

The boys have been gearing up for the second leg of their world tour so it has been almost a month since you’ve seen Jeongin. Missing his sweet kisses and the way he knows how to hold you just right.

He has always been timid in the bedroom, not wanting to over step or disrespect you. But lately something has been different. He has been much more interested in kinker play.

“I miss you kitten 💙”

That’s how tonight started.

“I miss you too Innie, I hope you’ve had a good day 💗”

“I have, but honestly it would be so much better if you were here in the studio with me. The guys have all left and I’m stuck on my vocals. You’re always so good at motivating.”

Motivating?

“Oh? Well can I help anyway from home?”

“I have something for you, something special I made last night.”

“You made something for me? A song??”

“ㅋㅋㅋ something like that. I want you to listen to it, but I want you to record your reaction. Okay baby girl?”

“Ummm, okay. I can do that 💗”

Three little dots pop up… this is taking forever what on earth is he sending…

After 5 excoriating minutes you get it… a 15 minute long sound bite.

No video or picture accompanying it just a grey screen with a play button.

You move from the kitchen to the couch and press play…. You’ll get the iPad in minute to record but you need to know what this is.

Your ears are immediately greeted with the soft moaning of your name. The same scruffy moan he uses when he sees you in lingerie or straight out of the shower.

PAUSE. You’ve never hit a button so fast In your life.

What is happening?! You’ve always been the one to Initiate dirty texting. You are no stranger to getting him flustered at dance practice or during an award show. But him right now? And not even text. His voice?!

“Also wear something pretty for me 😘”

A final text to go along with your new evening plans.

You quickly run to the bedroom picking out your favorite black lace teddy. Jeongin always going crazy for the way you look so good for him in it.

Putting it on, you set up your phone to the ring light you use to do your makeup. The iPad is too big for what is needed right now. You fumble around with everything you touch as your anticipation grows as to what is to come from this gift.

You lay your self on your back one leg straight and one bent slightly pressing together your thighs already trying to get some sort of friction going.

*RECORD/ PLAY*

“Y/N”

Fuck that moan again

“I’ve missed you so much Bunny, I’ve thought about you all day. Something about needing you has me losing focus.”

You can hear him shift where ever he was sitting.

“I stumbled on something today and I thought being so far away it might be fun for us to try.”

He was talking so slowly, his voice so much deeper than normal.

“I’m going to tell you what to do baby, understand? You are going to listen to every word and be a good girl. I promise you good girls get rewarded.”

Your ears were on FIRE. Your brain starts to short circuit. You almost forget where you are for a moment. Almost positive the look on your face is pure dumb foundedness.

“When I tell you what to do, all I want to hear from you is Yes Sir. Do you understand me?”

As if he pauses to hear your response you choke on your breathe.

“Ye… yes sir, yes”

“Now up on your knees, I want to see you. All I have right now is that sexy little photo you sent this morning in that black lace I love so much.” It’s clear he recorded this last night after teasing him all day.

You do as you are told fumbling to your knees to display your body to him.

“Fuck baby you are so pretty, you look so good the way the seam of your lingerie digs into your ass. So tight on that pretty pussy of mine. Only mine, you are all mine.”

You’ve had fantasies like this before. You wanted to touch yourself so badly. Relieve some of this building feeling. But you wanted to be good for Jeongin more.

Hands currently on your legs rubbing your hands up and down trying to cause some sort of motion.

You can hear the undoing of In’s pants. Slowly unzipping himself free.

Soft grunts and groans and he starts to speak again.

“You’re being so good baby, you really are. Take your hand and ever so slightly I want you to touch that sweet needy little spot. Feel how already soaking wet you are for me. Such a pretty little whore for me aren’t you?”

Hearing little whimpers from the phone as he pleasures himself to the thought of you. This was driving you wild. Lightly caressing your clit. Not wanting to disobey. You start to beg to the camera in front of you.

“Please Jeongin, I need more. I need you.”

Letting out little whines along side his ever growing groans.

“Go ahead baby get your toy out of the drawer. You sound so pathetic when you beg like this. I love it and I want to hear more.”

“Yes sir.”

Leaning over to the side table you make sure to turn lifting your ass up high so he can see everything.

Listening to him make such delicious noises, better than any song. Hearing this man grunt heavier and heavier. Moaning your name so sweetly but so needy.

You grab your little blue vibrator and quickly sit back into a w, ass between you thighs.

“Tell me what to do, please. I need more, I need it now.” Your voice cracking under lust.

“What a good girl, you really deserve a treat dont you.” You can hear the power that this new side of Jeongin is giving him. And picturing this happening in front of you has your mind going blank. Seeing him with his tiny but built frame. Holding himself with his large delicate hands. The way his hair falls so perfectly, framing his face so god like. His plush pillowy lips. You’ld give anything for those lips to be all over your body right now.

“Pull the bottom of your outfit to the side Princess, I want to see how pretty you look for me. Show me how badly you want me.”

Doing as your told as he continues..

“Fuck you look so tasty, I would give anything to be there lapping up every drop of you. I want to watch you play baby. Go ahead use the toy as you wish but don’t you dare cum until I tell you.”

Starting up the vibrator you lean back taking in the noises your boyfriend was making. Being so loud and allowing the overwhelming feeling of need for you to take over his body. Moan after moan and whimper after whimper. It was intoxicating.

Hearing “mmmmm” over and over next sounded so incredibly sexy. His voice cracking every so often as he sat enjoying him self to you.

You were obeying him so well too. Pressing the vibrator into yourself with pressure, only letting up right before you start to climb. Continually causing your hips to buck up. Your whole body on fire, eyes watering from over stimulation. Your free hand roaming your body. Massaging your breasts, pulling at your hard nipples, giving Jeongin such a show.

“God baby you are truly so beautiful. There is no one like you.”

“Fuck please Jeongin let me cum, please make me cum for you.”

As if this man was telepathic to this very moment he spoke after many minutes of lewd noises.

“Cum for me princess, don’t stop cumming until you make a mess of yourself”

Fucking finally, massaging your clit, with the vibrator inside you get to the ride your high. Being so loud for him, crying out his name.

“Oh god yes Jeongin Yes, right there, fuck right there. Don’t stop please.”

Doing as you’re told after you reach your peak, back arched grinding into your own hand, you continue 4 maybe 5 times. Honestly your mind starts to go blank as you are now cumming along to the sound of Jeongin making his own mess. A giant wet spot underneath you showing just how needy you were for him. Out of breath you look back at the camera.

“Fuck Kitten, I really needed that. You were such a good girl for me. I miss you. I can’t wait to watch what you send me. I love you.”

“Oh my god Jeongin that was really amazing. I love hearing this. I need this side of you the next time I see you!”

You sweetly smile and kiss towards the camera before hitting stop on the recording.

*ping*

“Well Princess, what did you think?”

“Baby, that was…. Fuck I miss you so much. I loved that.”

“So do I get my motivation to get through my work now?”

“Wait are you going to watch it there at the studio??”

“I told you I’m trying some new things Kitten.”

“Oh? I wanna see the end result! 💋 *video insert*”

Laying down and bringing a blanket around you couldn’t help but get horny all over again thinking of him watching what he just caused.

Fuck he really has grown from that sweet little church boy and you couldn’t be any more in love.

#jeongin #stray kids smut #smut #i.n #jeongin smut #skz smut #skz fanfic #jeongin x reader #straykids

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blacknwhitemood · 8 days

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Back side:

Some details - behind the Iron Curtain:

Made in Hungary with the original price:

Catching Up With - inner paper cover:

Black Celebration with But Not Tonight at the end (USA edition):

Blue vinyl (German edition):

Violator in French and the new edition inside:

Duplicates:

This is my DM vinyl album collection - so far. I also collect 7" singles, you can read about it in another post. These albums released in the "original" year in different countries like West Germany, U.S.A., France, Yugoslavia and Hungary. It shows well the age of Depeche Mode that some of these countries are no longer exist.

Original DM LPs are rare if I don't want to order them from eBay for a fortune and uncertain delivery. I must be lucky - and I was. I bought them from a website where buddies like me sell their used items, a guy regulary sends me e-mails about his duplicates, I'm really appreciated. There is a second hand music recording shop not far from my flat, I remember I went there first time in October to buy MFTM in blue version (haha, now I know how rare it is). The shop was crowded, sellers were busy, I was a bit nervous. One of the customers asked loudly over the LP heap "So where is that Depeche Mode you talked about?" I turned there, he was given MFTM by the shop owner. "I leave it here for now, someone will really need it" - he said and I went to him for the vinyl "I was coming exactly for this album, I'm not kidding. I'm buying this" - we were laughing, the owner said this LP had arrived to the shop 17 minutes before I got it.

Or I just find them in my mother's potato cellar (!) where my sister left them in the early 90s: the Hungarian version of MFTM, and Violator by Virgin Records. I had to wash some black mold off them… I found the original price sticker from 1987 (280 HUF - today it would cost 15,000 HUF) and Violator has sticker at the front in French "L'album inclus Personal Jesus & Enjoy the silence". These were my first DM experience in my childhood when I was prepearing to a music high school and I learnt all of those strange songs on piano.

Unfortinately two important studio albums are missing yet from the 80s: one of my favourite, Some Great Reward, I'm sure we will find each other one day. I could've bought Speak & Spell but only the American version, too much differences, I prefer the other one. My Black Celebration is American too, that means you can find one more song at the end of B side, But Not tonight - this song has never released in Europe. I also love my Catching Up With, because the cover is wow (I mean hot), and the inner paper cover is full of photos, this way they promoted the band in the States. This singles collection released only in the USA, this is the American version of The Singles 81→85 with 4 differences. And I need SOFAD and it' singles, I'm afraid it's gonna be a difficult advanture.

Basicly I don't want to keep 2 or more versions of the albums, beside MFTM Violator is duplicated in a funny reason. I went to Müller shopping soaps and while I was standing in line at the checkout and I got a sight of vinyls next to puffed corn. "What if there is DM?" There was. Violator, new edition that you can order all of the albums in any time. This was my very first DM album, I just couldn't leave it there, my heart was beating loudly. After this I've decided to collect original vinyls only, because they have souls. Decades ago someone bought it and listened to is with joy and perhaps he or she was in love with someone and went to a concert or a flat party and they were dancing… When I hold these old, crumpled albums in my hand I can feel the past. It makes me so happy.

A Broken Frame 1982 Made in Yugoslavia (Jugoton)

Construction Time Again 1983 Made in West Germany

Catching Up With Depeche Mode 1985 Made in U.S.A.

Black Celebration 1986 Made in U.S.A.

Music For The Masses 1987 Made in West Germany (blue vinyl)

Music For The Masses 1987 Made in Hungary (Gong)

Violator 1990 Made in France (Virgin)

Violator 2016 (new edition - Sony)

#DM #Depeche Mode #Dave Gahan #Martin Gore #Andy Fletcher #Alan Wilder #blogger #vinyl collection #my post #not only pics #sry for my bad English I don't like to use translator

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youngveinsworld · 6 months

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quotes from a fan's recap of the young veins' show at the masquerade in atlanta on 24 march 2010

(this is quite a long one but definitely worth it!)

We stood up close to the barricade- I guess second or third row if someone put it in a row perspective and it mattered. What mattered is it was ridiculously close and the venue is already tiny. Before the show started, I went over to see if they had merch even though I fully suspected that they probably did not. Turns out they had three shirts ($15 each) and I bought two of them because how could I not?

While the next band was setting up, Ryan picked up an amp and carried it over to help. Everyone was mostly like, “He can carry that thing?” or “Show off” or “It‘s really hollow inside.”

Next was The Young Veins. They come out, Ryan wearing what he’d been wearing the whole tour so far and Nick Murray in a fresh shirt today, and start setting up the stage. I don’t think they got a sound check because it took a good fifteen or twenty minutes to get everything to sound okay -Ryan and Jon telling the sound guy what to turn up and down and so on. Most of us were just mesmerized enough to be cool with that.

Honestly, Ryan has more stage presence as a front man than I would have predicted (or probably given him credit for before this show). At one point Jon started talking about the album and then he told Ryan that he got the information off of their Wikipedia. Ryan obviously wasn’t expecting that answer because he cracked up. After listening to all the songs, I really think this album is going to be better than I was expecting. “Cape Town” is my favourite, possibly, but really, it seems like a solid, well-made bunch of songs. And Ryan has quite the lung capacity. I never saw it coming. There’s hope for our boys yet!

After the show, they were tearing down their equipment and some girls called him over to the side of the stage and Kelsey assumed they were going to ask for the set list. They didn’t though so she called out to Ryan and asked for it. He went over and got his for her and she handed it to me. He took Jon and Andy’s set lists and tossed them into the crowd where Andy’s was instantly ripped into pieces by vicious fangirls. It was a bit scary. When they were finished packing things up, Ryan went to head off the stage and tripped, but caught himself.

Since the Masquerade is the coolest venue ever, I waited a few minutes, then walked right out back where the band had assembled. A few other fans went out back too and I walked out with Ryan’s gift basket.

“Ryan,” Kelsey called, then looked at me. “You wanna give it to him?” “This is for you,” is all I said and held it out. I was mentally flipping out because I’ve only been trying and failing when it comes to meeting this guy for years and now all of a sudden there he was. Ryan just smiled and said, “What did I do to deserve this?”

I told him I had just been trying to meet him forever so it was kind of like a gift to him because I had finally gotten to meet him and was celebrating. He’s a hard guy to get close to! I pointed to the fox in the basket and said, “That‘s your pet fox until you get a real one. This one will tour better.” He smiled and said, “I might feed it to my real fox when I get one. How‘s that?” I was pretty much like, “Fine with me!” because really, anything he wanted would probably be fine with me. He thanked me, all shy and sweet, and said he was going to set the basket out of the way.

Some other girls called him over and Jon, Andy, and Nick Murray were all standing around so I pulled out my bag and started handing out silly string. Of course the first thing Mr. Jon Walker does is shake it up and spray silly string all over Nick. Nick looked down at his shirt and got this very kicked puppy look about him. So I handed one to Nick and told him to retaliate. Jon ran off with his can and to some other fans, but he kept spraying people. In a few minutes, he had sprayed Nick, Will (tour manager), Andy, me, Kelsey, Ryan, and some people I didn’t know. Ryan saw his shoulder covered in silly string and proceeded to try to decorate his shoulder with it. I gave Ryan his silly string to retaliate and he forgot to shake it so when he sprayed it on Will it mostly just came out this watery liquid and soaked the guy’s shirt in a spot. FailRoss strikes again.

I asked if I could hug him and I’ve been anticipating hugging that boney kid for quite some time, but you know what? It was like the softest hug I’ve ever gotten. It wasn’t at all like I expected. It was delicate and fragile and soft. It was better than I thought though. Way better.

We saw Nick White and gave him his silly string. We told him the others had some so it was best to be ready to defend himself. He laughed and took it before running off with it in hand. A few minutes later, Ryan and Jon end up by the merch booth and a decent amount of fans gathered to meet them. We gave Jon his choice of the thread bracelets and he chose three of them and then said, “I can braid them together. Want to see me braid them?” He looked around for a moment then held the ends of the three bracelets up to me. “Here, hold these.” he said, so I did and he started braiding them really quickly. “Have you ever had braiding competitions to see who could braid the fastest?” he asked me, but honestly, I’d never even thought of having braid competitions. Apparently, Mr. Walker does this in his spare time or something. We then tied them around his wrist and got him to sign and take a picture with him. We gave him this green glow in the dark bracelet that he was excited about and instantly snapped it so it would glow and put it on. We got pictures with him and left him to the other waiting fans. One of the fans had a Foxy Shazam poster from the venue that had been up advertising the show and Jon drew himself into the picture as a stick figure. Pretty awesome.

We stopped Nick White before his family (who were at the show considering it was a home show for the Georgia boy) got to steal him away. He was awesome enough to sign three of my Bright Eyes liner notes that I had brought with me. I told him my mother was from Georgia and that her maiden name was White and he laughed and said, “Do we have the same mother?!” Pretty sure Nick White and I are unofficially family now. (Edited: Since then, we've found out we're distant cousins for real, but we fondly refer to each other as siblings. He knows us his sisters when he come to a show and we call him our brother so that's cool enough for us.) I asked him how they differentiate between the Nicks usually and he said Nick Murray commonly goes by Nicholas with the band. However, Andy and Will had also said earlier they call Nick Murray “Wildcard” and Will said he called Nick White “Peaches.” Take any of those as you’d like. We gave a glow bracelet to him too and he said, “Oowh, I want a pink one!” Dinosaur Grab-bag result: pterodactyl. It fit nicely into his pocket too with it‘s orangey-yellow head sticking out to confuse people.

Jon was now finished talking to the crowd he had had earlier and so we let him play Dino Grab-bag and he got a stegosaurus that he was quite happy with actually. (I don‘t even know what these guys are going to do with them, but they were too epic not to get them.) Kelsey mentioned his lack of flip flops and he said it had started when they were moving equipment because he has a tendency to tumble over his own feet a bit. He even volunteered to take his shoes off if Kelsey preferred, but the ground was wet a bit where people was tracked things inside so we let him keep them on. He said also something about how they didn’t get to shower as much since they were in a van. I said, “Yeah, and they only have one shower here.” Jon nodded and cringed and said, “And I don‘t want to use it after those dudes have been in there.” He said it like he was a pretty clean little girl and boys were yucky. It was fabulous.

I gave [Ryan] a beaded bracelet. “Owh, it has my name on it,” he remarked, but almost instantly Jon appeared and held out his and said, “I‘ve got one too. Don‘t feel too special.” Ryan deflated a bit, but it was all playful as Jon wondered off again. I asked if it would be okay if he signed my Panic liner notes and he said, “As long as it‘s not their new album.”

Kelsey immediately goes, “Are you going to ask him?” I’d forgotten my question so she had to remind me. “Birthday…”

“Oh yeah,” I remember, “Did you get the flowers I sent you for your birthday?”

Ryan smiled a little. “Yeah, I did. That was you?” he asked, “They came to the studio.” (It was the only address I had found that would reach him and it actually took some stalking in itself.) I told him my mom owned a florist so I got them wired out to California for him. He shrugged a little and looked down and said, “It was nice to get them. Made me feel like someone still cared.” My little Ryan Ross loving heart just broke. How could he think someone didn’t?! And if I remember correctly, all the card with them said was, “Hope your have a great birthday, Ryan! Can‘t wait to hear the new music! -Lindsey”

We let Ryan pick a thread bracelet and he looked over them and picked one that Kelsey had actually made on the way to the show with Ryan specifically in mind. It was turquoise, tan, and dark green and she thought it was so ugly that no one would want it. Ryan held it up to his pale yellow shirt and said, "It matches, see?" Who knew Ryan Ross was concerned with matching clothes?

When we left, our oh-so-awesome mother had parked next to their bus in the back alley (she always parks in that alley at shows so it wasn‘t like she was stalking them for us). We passed the bus and saw Ryan’s gift basket in the front seat and Ryan’s fort thing in the back seat (yeah, it‘s still there..ha!). Anyway, she had parked next to the bus and it was dark enough that they couldn’t see us so we sat there when they came out and packed everything in. My mom was all like, “That‘s Ryan, right? And that‘s Jon? Who is that?” and funnily, “That little guy is 24?!” and she seriously thought Nick Murray was like 14.

Over all, the entire band is humble and sweet and anything but self-absorbed like some people want to make them out to be. Each one thanked us multiple times for coming and for the gifts and for being so nice and everything. Really, they’re great guys. Go see them. Talk to them afterward. You’ll thank yourself. Seriously. Worth every minute.

(Also, the tweets about bracelets, plastic dinosaurs, glow sticks, play-doh, Ryan‘s puppy&kitty coloring book page, and the “vixen” were all gifts we gave them. Seriously, I don‘t ever want to hear about these guys being anything but amazing to fans. THEY.RULE.)

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By the way I don't think it said it in there but before I left that night I walked past Jon and he was combing his hair with his dinosaur complain that it was all sweaty and curly. What a dork.

Haha...he was complaining about his hair all evening. I had no idea his hair was such a big deal to him. But if he wants to comb his hair with a dinosaur toy, who are we to try to stop him?

oh god @ me being in the bg of your picture with jon... anyway i was gonna tell you that we met jon right after you gave him the bracelets and he spent like ten seconds looking at it saying, "they gave me a bracelet, look!"

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“No.”

And the wizard steps back.

Away from Spider.

Back into the swirling sands.

There has been enough destruction today.

They have had enough destruction for a lifetime.

They cannot do this anymore. They cannot end everything with a blade and a spell and the itching of power through their veins. They won’t. They refuse. Damn Spider. Damn Raven. They just want to put the worlds right, hold what little they have together.

Someone else can take it.

They cannot carry this anymore.

It’s too heavy.

“You’re going to back down now! When we have him weakened!” Mellori shouts, marching past them towards Spider. “Mother was right about you, I should have listened sooner.”

Mother.

Mother?

“Oh come on, like you actually believed Baba Yaga was my real mother—or that Spider was the only one who could have children?”

And suddenly.

Horribly.

It all.

Makes.

Sense.

The feathers. The Auroracle. Baba Yaga trying to keep her away from the fight. The constant push towards Spider. The wizard feels as though the world has dropped out from beneath their feet. The sand must be pooling away from them. Opening up to swallow them whole. How had they missed it? How could they have been so stupid?

“I’m here because mother knew you would fail. She told me all about you, she made sure I was with you, in case you couldn’t finish the job!” Mellori sounds ragged and, more hurt than angry. “But I will—whatever the cost!” And of course, Spider had been counting on that. Had been counting on the daughter of Raven to do what she must, to act as she would.

Fight snaps back into their system a moment too late.

It is Khrysalis again. It is watching Dyvim fall and being able to do nothing.

It is standing in the Zocalo and making eye contact with Pacal and knowing they cannot save him.

When it’s done.

When Mellori and Spider are gone and the sands of time are restored.

The wizard does not return to the Arcanum.

They go to Grizzleheim.

They ask Baldur to take them across to the Fjord, and he does so without question. They run—frigid cold biting them after the heat of Mirage—to the tree where they had first seen Raven in her true form. And the tree is vacant. Branches empty. They take the steps down to the trunk two at a time, to find the sisters who had first helped them free Raven of her cage in the first place.

“Where is she.” The sisters cackle at them in response. A croaking cacophonous echo that does nothing to quell the rising tide of rage.

“Where is who, savior cub?” Urd asks, eyes full of malicious glee.

“Where is Raven, don’t make the mistake of talking me in circles—I have lost too much today to worry about where my limits lie.” It is half falsehood. Mostly bluff. They are dead walking at best right now. They have not slept in days. They are ragged and empty but raw anger has carried them this far, who could say how much farther it would go.

“The Lady Nightstar seeks her counterpart and her enemy.” Verdandi says, head cocking just slightly to one side. “Keep yourself to yourself, you are woven in now, there will be no saving you.”

And Skuld finishes, “You would do well to take your failures and move on. Enjoy what moments remain. The spiral wanes to minutes in the eyes of the Raven and the Spider. The storm they brew is stronger than the song, the winds will shake everything to an end.”

The wizard is shaking.

They want to scream.

They want, for a moment, to take their hurt out on this trio, these old hags who do nothing but watch and wait and ponder what has been, what is, what will be.

What won’t be.

“You’re wrong.” They have no energy to call to the words, so they fall hollow and shapeless and bitter. It doesn’t matter, none of this matters, “Tell me where she’s gone—where they’ve both gone—I need—”

“—what you need is to accept the Spiral’s course towards destruction.” Skuld tells them, eyes casting skyward.

“It has been this way since it was spun. From song and fragment and starlight.” Urd confirms, “This has always been the path. This will always be the path.”

Verdandi is the one watching them closest, “Disregard them,” she says “walk where you were always going to walk, where you are heading even without decision, what is left of the elements in your wake? What are you going to do now?”

Neither of the other two respond to those words, and the wizard questions if they even heard their sister speak. Or if for the moment each is too bound in their own time. Past, present, future. They stare back at Verdandi, the brown feathered raven, the present, the eyes on now. “Please.” The word is small, ripped raw from them without their input.

“Your allies know where she will go. We will not say, we cannot say, you know better than to ask.” They want to tell Verdandi that very clearly they do not, but it won’t help anything. “You are not to be here, not now. Go where you are meant, Wizard.”

Almost without needing to, they obey.

What else can they do?

What else have they ever done?

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LN- all roads lead to you

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Chapter 3: São Paulo

The clock sound burned her ears. If there was something in life that she loved was to sleep. She turned to the left side where Giaro's body slept the night before. He wasn't there anymore, maybe because he knew how to respect the hour of his appointments. Not that he needed to. With that face of his, everyone could tolerate him being late. She stretched her arm, reaching for her iPhone to finally stop that damn sound. Finally. She took a deep breath and exhaled in relief. Her messages app was full of texts: people from the photograph studio, a few friends, clients, her brothers, Giaro:

'Have a meeting today. Had to leave earlier to wash my hair. Call you later, xx'

She smiled, if he said he would call, he would. She continued to scroll: Martin was composing a new song, Louis invited her to ski, Daniel made a strawberry pie... An unknown number sent her a file. Weird. It could be a virus or a scam, but she opened it anyway.

'Hope we can see each other again soon ;)'

Was written with a linked file of tickets for São Paulo along with one for Brazilian GP. "What the heck..." she mumbled clicking on the file to see if that was real. "So he thinks that he can buy my attention with first class flights for a tropical country and a VIP pass to formula 1?" she thought. That was a silly thing for him to think. But also meant Lando wanted to see her again. But not in Mexico.

'Don't want your other ladies to see me with you in Mexico? Lol

She replied, already ignoring the invitation in her mind. Nobody could buy her attention. She placed her phone on the mattress and went to a calming morning bubble tub bath.

She prepared the tub for her bath with Indian jasmine bath salt, Victoria's Secret honey & lavender body scrub, and added some petals for finishing, then went back to the room to have a book when her phone started to ring. Lando. Her heart stopped for 3 seconds then started to beat like crazy. She grabbed the phone and picked it up. "You know you should be flattered. I rescheduled all of them for next year only to see you in Brazil" "I... them?" "the hypothetical 'other ladies' you mentioned" She took a deep breath "This is very comforting" she said ironically and he pictured her rolling her eyes. He chuckled "I'm just kidding. Daniel told me you are in Amsterdam till next week. But if you can make it I will be happy to welcome you at the paddock in Mexican lands. Just let me know". She arched an eyebrow, it was too much kindness coming from him. She didn't forget about Austin yet "He's right. I'm stuck here with work. But I don't know...." "Why not?" "Don't you think Brazil is a little too far?" "But it will be my birthday!" He pouted "I'm pouting right now" she giggled, how good it was to hear her giggle "I will think about it" "You have the VIP pass, use it with wisdom" "I will". They kept in silence, just listening to each other's breath sound "You know..." He started "It's..." He cleaned his throat "It's good to listen to your voice again" She smiled "Okay" she said almost inaudible "Okay? That's all?" "Yes" "Oh... You're so cold sometimes" He wasn't used to that. Usually, girls would say the same and more for him but she didn't. "Anyhow, will I see you soon?" "2 minutes isn't enough time for thinking" "Right" "Maybe" he grinned "Okay. And I actually meant that" "What?" "Your voice. I really like to listen your voice" she almost could feel the honesty in his tone "thanks Lando. It's nice to hear you think I have a nice-hearable voice. Now I have to go, a warm bubble bath waits for me. Bye bye" "By..." Then she hung up. Again. He used to be the one hanging the phone on other people's faces. He could tell she didn't believe him. The bitterness in her 'thank you' was almost tastable. He didn't like that. Which made him want her even more. Was that her game? Play hard for having him hypnotized on her? If it was, it was working well. The poison ran into his bloodstream once and he was asking for more.

São Paulo, Brazil:

November, 10th

In the end, she decided to go. She did some research about Brazil and she ended up curious and passionate about the country, she even learned a few words in Portuguese. She was in the fancy hotel room Lewis booked for her, wearing a white robe and thinking about which movie she would watch. She heard good things about 'Minha mãe é uma peça' and she was interested in practicing the language. She stood up to grab a coconut water box on the minibar when her phone rang. A FaceTime call. "Do you guess every time I'm with nothing but a towel?" "No. But I wish I could" he smirked, she rolled her eyes "What do you want?" "Rude" "I was just about to start relaxing" "Relax? I can help you with that" she blushed "LANDO!" What?" he laughed "Did I say something wrong?" "What do you want??" I heard you decided to come, huh?" "Yeah. Lewis asked me to" "No fucking way you just said that! I can't believe you!" "But it's the truth" "Next time you ask him to pay for your flight and f1 VIP pass" "Did you call for being rude?" "No. I called because I am heading to a football game" "Really?! I love football." He knew, her Instagram was filled with pictures of her in different stadiums and he spent a lot of time on her Instagram page. "Do you?" "Yes! You're lucky, Brazilian football is pretty good" "I've heard. Do you want to join me?" "Two foreigners in a football game?" "I have a local friend with me" "Hum" "Come on! I am wearing my green trainers. I look good in them. You should come and take a look yourself". She smiled, then looked at her bag "What's the team's colors" "Green and..." he asked for someone "White. Green and white" "Are you talking about Palmeiras?" "Yeah! Do you know them?" "Are you kidding me?! They're the Italian team in Brazil! I'm joining you, text me the address" he smiled "I can pick you" "You don't have to, we can meet there" he sighed "I won't change your mind, will I?" "Nope" she said while opening her bag with one hand only "okay, see you there, then" "bye" she hung up again. At least she was coming.

Later that day:

The game was insane. Palmeiras scored 4 goals on Atletico GO. 4. Lando's number. It was a perfect night for him: the game was good, he gave luck to the team, won a jersey, met the players, they signed his new jersey, he also met the coach, invited him to Interlagos... almost perfect, cause he didn't see her. Such a liar! Probably said she was going for him to stop bothering her. Why does she have to be like that?! Unbelievable. But it was not going to stay like that. He was planning already: he would go to her hotel room and stay outside till she finally decided to go out, then he... A light touch took him off his evil thoughts. He turned around and his eyes were filled with a Heavenly vision: she was actually there, wearing a white delicate blouse, military green cargo pants, a white leather bag, and green Vans trainers, she had white glitter on her face and smelled like a flower. She smiled "Nice jersey. Can I also have one?" "S-sure! I buy you one" "Cute" "When did you get here?" "End of first time" "Why you didn't text me?" "I got tickets for a nice place. And you said you were with a friend, didn't want to disturb" "Stop! I invited you which means I wanted to have you here with me" "I am here now" "Yes. You look beautiful by the way" "Thanks! You too" "So, how about the game?" "Amazing! They are incredible" "You saw? 4 points. I'm also 4" "OMG, that's true!" "yeah" she looked at him, then poked his shoulder "You gave them luck" "Yes, I did" she giggled "Wanna walk?" "Sure". They went out of the Allianz Park "So, what happened to you?" "What do you mean?" "You were all grumpy earlier. Now you're giggly. What happened?" "I just did something I enjoy doing" "So that's the trick?" "yes" "I have to learn what more you enjoy doing. What's it?" "There are tones of things" "Come on, name at least three" "Fine. I like photographing, being in the water and fine dinners with nice people" "Do you prefer beach or pool?" "Beach" "you know how to spend your time" "My time is valuable. I really choose how and with who I spend my time carefully" "You're spending your time with me right now" "I know" "So I'm worthy, huh?" "Shut up!" "There's the grumpy you again" "she rolled her eyes "By the way, thanks for invinting me. I really enjoyed the game" "Thanks for coming. Even though we didn't watch it together" she stopped walking "I am here right now" he turned to face her "Yes..." he mumbled, then leaned to kiss her. Fuck. She shouldn't be kissing him. She should be putting a limit on the whole damn thing. Making a line and telling him to not cross it in any circumstances. But, shit, Lando was so charming and was such a good kisser. And worst, she liked him so she couldn't help herself. That way, she kissed him back, grabbed his neck, and pulled the hair on his nape. His hand traveled from her back, to her waist to her hips. Their kiss felt like Heaven, so soft but still intense. When they parted, he smirked and she giggled "I would like to take you out," he said against her lips "What?" "Fine dinner with a nice person" "So you're not coming" "Haha very funny" "It's funny to me" "So, what do you say?" "Will think about it" "Okay... hum, shall we go?" "Sure" they walked back to the stadium in silence, then each of them followed their separate ways.

November, 13th: Lando's bday

Lando's phone rang unstoppably. He tried to ignore it, but the person on the other line persisted. He grumbled, turned to the left, and tried to reach his phone with his eyes still closed. He picked up without even seeing who it was "Good morning, birthday boy" Was he too sleepy or was it her voice? "Am I dreaming or is it really your voice?" "It's actually me. Can we meet?" he took his phone away from his ear: 6:12AM. She had disappeared for the past 2 days and now was calling him at 6:12AM "You know it's only 6:12, right?" "Yes" "6:12! In the morning!" "So?" he pulled his blanket to the side, getting up already "Couldn't you call me an hour later?" "Are you complaining? I can cancel" "No. I'm going, just tell me where" "The lobby" "The lobby?" "Yes" "Of the hotel I'm staying? Or yours?" "Yours" "Okay. Will be there in 20" "20? The princess is going to the spa? Just dress up and come down" "You're delusional if you think I won't shower for seeing you" "Be here in 10" "But..." "Figure it out", then she hung up "That's because it's my birthday, imagine if it wasn't" he complained about her rudeness to himself.

...

6:25 AM:

"It passed 13 minutes!" "I get ready on my time" she chuckled "Happy birthday, Lando!" she showed her hands which were hidden behind her back "You bought me a cake?" "I did. Open it" he opened the white box. It was a beautiful strawberry cake. It had white coating and strawberries at the top in the place of candles. Seems delicious. Thank you" "It was nothing" "Want to share it with me?" "Sure" "Let's go" he offered his hand which she grabbed. He guided them to the elevator "Where are we going?" "Rooftop"'. They were sitting at the hotel's rooftop eating together "São Paulo has a nice view" "Agree" "Aren't you sad for spending your birthday away from your family and friends?" "Nah. I mean, there's not much I can do about it. Also, I'm happy to be here. And for having you by my side" she blushed "I just don't get why you woke me up so early" "You have appointments later. Didn't want our meeting to be rushed" he smiled "Where have you been these last 2 days?" "Touring. Meet up with Lewis too. Why?" "Missed you" "Cute" "Will I see you later?" "Not today" "When, then?" "Tomorrow" he looked at her "I can live with that" she took a small package from her hoodie's pocket "Here. Is a small thing, but hope you like it" he opened it: a Palmeiras keychain. "I adore it. Thank you" she smiled and then laid her head on his shoulder "Did you think about that thing I asked you the other night?" "I am thinking still" "How's it going? How are my chances?" "Very very low" "Damn. Can I do something to try to get my chances higher?" "You can try" he touched her face and pulled it for him, leaving a breathtaking kiss on her lips "So?" "Score for Lando" he laughed and she laid on his shoulder again while they kept looking at the view in a comfortable silence.

November, 14th: Autódromo de Interlagos, São Paulo, Brazil.

"I absolutely love race day" Lewis stated "The energy, especially from Brazilian people, just makes me feel energized" she giggled "You're so cute" he smiled "I will find a bathroom" "Need help?" "No, I'm fine" "Alright. If you need me, give me a call" "Okay". She went out of the bathroom and saw Lando walking alone somewhere. She smiled and decided to follow him. "Hey!" She shouted. Lando turned around "Heya!" She jogged to him and gave him a hug. He pressed her against his body in a tight hug. "So happy to see you. Thought you were runaway again" "Well" she separated from him "I am here, right?" "Thank God" she smiled "I've thought about that invitation" "Which?" "The one you made outside Allianz Park the other day" "About asking you out?" "Yes" "Hum, what about that?" "Guess I'll accept it" he smiled, fully "Really?" "Yes" " Then I'm the happiest man in the world right now" "Stop" she poked his chest lightly. She had her cheeks redder than Ferrari's suit "Someone is blushing" "Oh, God" he chuckled "You look adorable" "Thanks... by the way, what are you doing around here? Shouldn't be getting ready for the race?". He swallowed, then cleaned his throat "I... I was calling Max" "Verstappen?" "Fewtrell" "Oh! Is he okay?" "Yeah, hum... It's just a domestic thing" "Got it" "But it's solved now. Shall we go?" "Sure" and they started to walk together "So... Where are you taking me?" "Where do you want to go?" "Back in the UK?" He nodded "Nobu?" "Aaargh" "What?" "I hate sushi" "What about pasta?" "Yeah, that's better. Also it sounds more you" "So we're having pasta" "Great. Know exactly where to take you" "Good!" "Hey" "Hum" "Meet me later?" "For what?" "I just want to say goodbye. I'm flying to Doha today, so won't see you for a week" "Okay" "Alright. See you later, then"

....

4 hours later: autodrome's exit

She was waiting for him to finish dressing. His phone, watch and wallet were with her. Lando's phone buzzed. She didn't mean to look at it, but the message popped up in front of her eyes. It was from Max Fewtrell:

'How was with the girl?'

Did he talk about her to his best mate? It was very thoughtful of him. When Lando came back she smiled "I'm back "Here's your stuff" "Thanks " he kissed her "Have a great fly" "Thank you. You too" "See you in London, then" "I text you" "Okay" he kissed her forehead and made his way to the vehicle which was transporting him to the airport.

'I can't believe this actually is going to work' she said to herself, daydreaming.

While Lando texted Max back:

'Good. She couldn't even speak English, tho'

'Did you make out by mimics???' ~Max

'Somehow, yes' ~Lando

'LMAO. See you next week, bro' ~Max

'See you' ~Lando

Then, he blocked his phone and laid his head on the seat. "If she finds out, she kills me" he thought.

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