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awritessomething · 6 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 | max verstappen x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | After Max broke Sebastian Vettels 9 win in a row record, his girlfriend wants to show how proud she is by doing the same.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, sub!max dom!reader, p in v, riding, doggy, shower sex, oral both!receiving, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink, toys, dacryphilia, somnophilia, dry humping, thigh-fucking, semi-public sex, fluff at beginning and end. No use of Y/N.

Inspired by: @buckyhad

After Max won the race and broke Sebastian Vettel’s record, his girlfriend and just about every other fan of his in the world was screaming and cheering for him. Excitement and disappointment washed over the crowd of Formula 1 fans, everyone taking in Max’s win in different ways. He seemed to be impossible to beat seeing as he just got the new record and had defeated the Monza curse all in one race.

When he came searching for his girlfriend once he finished up with all the formalities and celebrations with the public, he found her sitting in his driver room. The second Max walked in, he was met with the girl in his arms. She pulled him down into a loving and excited kiss. Her arms remained tight around him, making Max smile into the kiss. He could feel how proud she was even when she hadn’t said anything yet.

“Good job, Max! I’m so proud of you, baby.” She peppered kisses all along his face and jaw. Even when they had been dating for quite some time, she still managed to get him flustered. “You did so good.” The praises just kept on coming as she now moved him to sit on the couch she had been sitting on. She was perched on his lap, running her hands through his hair. Of course he was tired and wanting a bit of a break, but he knew that it was impossible to get that with her there.

“Thank you.” Max smiled up at his girlfriend, not telling her anything about how tired he was. She knew that he was exhausted and slipped off of his lap. He assumed that she would just be heading off to talk to the other drivers and WAGs, but no. He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him and pressed a kiss to his thigh. “What are you doing?” He asked and brushed her hair out of her face, wanting to see her.

“Congratulating you?” She said it as if it was the world’s most obvious thing. She was quick to pull down his pants, leaving him barely any time to even react. He had gotten decently hard just from her sitting on his lap, so with a few quick strokes of her hand, he was fully erect.

“No teasing, please.” Max watched her with furrowed brows and when she glanced up at him, his breath hitched. Her pupils were blown and her lips were bitten from how she had been thinking about him earlier and from how she had kissed him messily just a few moments prior.

“I didn’t plan on it.” She gave him an innocent smile that left when she wrapped her mouth around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. His head fell back with a groan, hand staying on the back of her head. Max didn’t push her head down, he just kept his hand there to feel her. She slowly took him all the way into her mouth, gagging slightly when she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. His hips jumped at the vibrations of her throat and she choked but continued to suck him off. One of her hands moved to his balls, gently fondling and squeezing them. Max knew to stay quiet while they did this, the other drivers or anyone outside might be able to hear what they were doing.

“Shit- I’m already close.” With Max’s words, her lips tightened around his cock and she moaned quietly, vibrations flowing through his whole body. His legs shook for a moment and his thigh muscles flexed as he bucked his hips, cumming down her throat. Max’s head fell back as he gasped her name. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, feeling her mouth leave his cock with a pop. She opened her mouth, showing how she had swallowed every drop of his cum.

“Good?” She asked, teasing him slightly as his chest heaved while he caught his breath. He nodded and she pulled his pants back up. After he went out to get some drinks with the other drivers, Max would come home and find her there waiting for him.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll see you in a while?” He brushed the hair from her eyes and she nodded. She had stood up and so had Max, looking down at her.

“Yeah, of course. Again, congrats on the win.” She pressed a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek and watched as he walked away. She didn’t have much left to do, so she went back home. She didn’t talk too much with the other WAGs or drivers, so there was nothing left for her. She arrived at their house and just laid around, playing with their cats and looking at clips from the race. That was when she got an idea. 10 wins was his record on the track, in bed his record was about 5 in a day. She wanted to beat that as well.

One down, nine to go.

When she arrived back at their house, she laid on their bed, wondering what she might be able to do to beat that record. She had a little box sitting under the bed, it had different toys in it that she only really used when Max was off in some other country for a race and she couldn’t wait. Thinking about that box, she leaned off of the bed and pulled it out. The contents inside were sort of limiting what she could do. Dildo? No. Handcuffs? Maybe. Vibrator? That thought lingered for a moment as she imagined the things she could do to him using one. Yes.

Max would come back home soon, it was still early in the afternoon and she knew that she had to squeeze in nine orgasms for him. When she heard the front door open and heard him call out her name, she got onto her feet almost immediately. She rushed down the stairs and into his arms.

“Jeez, you’re excited.” Max teased but hugged her back. He couldn’t see the smirk that she held, nor could he know her intentions. She reached up and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, dragging him into the living room and shoving him down onto a chair. “What are you doing?” He looked up at her when she moved onto his lap.

“What do you think?” She could feel the forming bulge in his pants and smiled at him innocently. Max shifted underneath her for some friction, groaning loudly.

“You’re insatiable.” He put his hands on her hips. He mainly expected for them both to just strip naked, but when he slowly started moving her hips against his, he knew that wouldn’t happen. Max sucked in a sharp breath, biting his lip.

“You ok?” She gently touched his chin and made him look up at her while she ground her hips down onto his. He could barely meet her eyes, his brows knit together. His cock was still somewhat sensitive from earlier, but it made everything just feel better.

“I’m not gonna last…” Max’s fingers dug I go her hips so hard that they would likely leave bruises.

“That’s fine, Max. Cum for me.” She let go of his chin but still watched his face when he came. His muscles tensed as he groaned out curses of her name. When she stood back up, she could see the little wet spot on his jeans.

“Damn it, I gotta buy new jeans.” He grumbled and stood up. She hummed and reached over for his belt buckle, undoing it and slipping it off before pushing his pants down to the hardwood floor. He looked down at her, a bit taken back by her sudden boldness.

Two down, eight to go.

“May as well take them off then, right?” She cupped the bulge in his boxers and smiled. His eyes shut from the touch and he moved away for a moment. Max reopened his eyes and looked at his girlfriend, smiling and ruffling her hair.

“Cute.” He scoffed and then followed her upstairs and into their room. When they laid down together, both doing their own things, Max thought that maybe she was done with sex for the day. She was reading a book and he was watching clips from the race and looking at posts on social media. That was until she took one hand off of her book and slipped it under the covers, moving it into his boxers. He glared at her.

“What are you looking at, Max?” She leaned over and looked at his phone, her head on his shoulder. He could feel her arm moving against his own while she jerked him off.

“C- shit… clips from the race.” Max choked out when her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly. Her hand was working him quickly, making his lips part.

“Can you explain some to me?” She asked, glancing up at him for a second. His eyes were clouded from lust, but he did his best to try and explain things to her. Every sentence would be interrupted with a moan or a groan. She moved onto kissing his neck at the same time, leaving him whining and sighing her name.

“I cant…” Max whispered, his back slightly arched off of the bed. She used part of her arm to push him back down flat on the bed as she continued to stroke him. His head fell to the side and he dropped his phone onto his chest.

“Its ok, Max. You’re fine.” Her voice was soft in his ear while she pressed a kiss to it. He groaned her name and thrusted up into her hand. She pulled down the covers a bit to see how his shirt had ridden up and his abdomen was exposed.

“Too fast!” His thighs tensed and he hissed through his teeth. She looked over at him and slowed her hand but felt him groan in frustration. Taking another look at him, she knew what he was meaning by that. Max wasn’t complaining about the speed, he was just embarrassed about how fast he was about to cum again. She went back up to her former speed and heard him let out a loud groan. With one more flex of his abs and a buck of his hips, he came all along his shirt and lower abdomen.

Three down, seven to go.

“There you go.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek and stood up from the bed while he was still panting. Walking into their shared washroom, she grabbed a cloth and washed her hands. She wiped off the cum on his abdomen and watched as he pulled off his shirt. When she laid back down, he pulled her into his arms and then continued watching the video from before.

“You’re killing me, by the way.” He mumbled in her ear and she simply laughed. Her hands were brought to her chest and she was pretty much laying on top of him. Maxs hand slid down her stomach and went to go push away her panties, feeling guilty that she hadn’t had the chance to cum yet. She moved away from him shook her head. Max looked at her with a blank expression, not quite sure of what she might want.

“Not with your hands, Max. I need more than that from you.” She gave him a quick pat on the chest and smiled. Max felt his cock twitch at the idea of taking her, although he was still recovering from his previous orgasm. “Can you do it?” Her voice was teasing as she sat up and slipped off her panties.

“I can.” Max tried to sound more confident than he truly was. He wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. Sitting up beside her, he watched as she moved to lay on her stomach, back arched to put her ass in the air. His hands gripped her hips and he took in a deep breath before pushing his cock into her.

“Shit…” She hissed when his hips were pressed up against her, leaving him balls deep inside of her. Max let out a quiet whimper and an even quieter moan of her name. His legs shook a little while they both took a second to adjust. Once decent, his thrusts picked up, slow and steady. Max had to bite his lip to contain his whines while he grew a bit more confident and moves his hips quicker. Her eyes rolled back while she gripped the sheets, moaning his name shamelessly.

“Oh my god-“ Max groaned and his head fell back, trying desperately to hold back his orgasm that was approaching at such an embarrassing rate. He wanted her to cum first, he wouldn’t be able to deal with himself if he couldn’t make her cum. Watching her twitch and tremble under him made him feel better about himself as his cock dragged against her walls. She clamped down around him as if she was trying to cut off his dick, making him whine out her name.

“More!” She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts desperately, feeling one of his hands move under her to go to her clit. Rubbing at the bundle of nerves, her eyes rolled back. Max panted and his legs shook. With just a couple more hard and deeper thrusts, she came with a moan of his name. Max kept moving for a couple more seconds before shooting his cum inside of her, his grip on her hips becoming bruising.

They stayed connected for a while longer, catching their breaths before Max pulled out with a grunt. Letting go of her hips, she laid back down comfortably on the bed. Max pressed a kiss to the space between her breasts and smiled.

“Thank you.” She looked up at him and moved his sweaty hair out of his forehead. The strands of blonde hair stuck to his skin. Max pulled her into his arms and she put her legs around him.

Four down, six to go.

She was running out of ideas as to how she could make him cum. With only two more real ideas, she wasn’t sure what to do. She grabbed onto one of his arms, looking at his watch to check the time. It was getting somewhat late now.

“What are you looking at?” Max asked, watching his girlfriends movements closely. She hummed quietly and put his arm back around her.

“The time. Its only 7:00, 5 hours until midnight.” He was confused by this statement but nodded along. He still hadn’t caught on to what she was doing to him. With two ideas left, she would have to find four other ways to make him cum within five hours. She let his eyes close while he held onto her, drifting off to sleep. This was fine with her seeing as it would let him get back some of his energy as well as giving her new ideas. Her mind raced with the possibilities and she came up with four.

About an hour or so later, Max was still asleep but she had managed to wiggle out of his arms. Pressing a kiss to her boyfriends cheek, one of her hands moved down and slowly started pumping him, feeling him harden in her hand. Slipping under the covers, she moved down to his cock, wrapping her lips around it and sucking at his tip. His breathing quickened but he still hadn’t woken up quite yet. Quiet moans left his throat and when she took him all the way down her throat, that was when he woke up. He hadn’t fully comprehended what was happening until he found himself peeking under the covers and seeing her there, lips around him. His head fell back and he let out a guttural moan.

“Shit…” Max’s hand got tangled in her hair, gently guiding her and pushing her a little bit. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes when her nose ticked his abdomen and his cock hit the back of her throat. He picked his head back up and looked under the covers again, watching her. Her mascara was running as a tear ran down her face. Max thrusted up into her throat and wrapped his fingers up in her hair, now taking control of her movements.

With each push of her head, the tip of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. She was holding onto his thighs to even stay upright as she whined around his cock. Max had turned her hair into a ponytail in his hands, tugging at it roughly. She couldn’t have asked for anything more. Max could barely even keep his eyes open as the pleasure and sensitivity was completely ruining him, turning him into some animal.

His voice was almost completely gone as he cried her name while cumming down her throat, holding her head there. He didn’t even notice that he was choking her until she gave him a pat on the thigh to ask for air.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” Max asked as she had her eyes closed with her head out from under the sheets. She opened them and then opened her mouth, showing she swallowed every drop of his cum. Max felt his cock manage to twitch again.

Five down, five more to go.

“I’m fine, honey.” She kissed him on the cheek and laid down with her head on his chest. When she felt his hands holding onto her thighs and slowly spreading them, she lifted her head. “Max?” She muttered his name, her confusion obvious as she watched.

“I wanna return the favor.” Max whispered in her ear before moving under the sheets and putting his head in between her thighs. Her close were long discarded, leaving him complete access to everything he wanted. She couldnt turn down his offer, so she simply watched him lick experimental stripes up her folds. Each touch had shivers running down her spine.

“Max no I cant let you…” She cut herself off with a moan once one of his fingers pressed inside of her. No more words besides embarrassing pleas and curses of his name left her lips. Max pumped his fingers inside of her, curling them ever so often as he ran them against her G-spot. Her sobs and begs were enough for Max to rut his hips against the bed in hopes of release. She was tugging on his hair and trying to push his head away as he sucked on her clit, flicking it with his tongue.

Max felt his sixth orgasm approaching and struggled to keep up with his movements but put everything towards trying to help her feel good as well. Her words were completely unintelligible as her eyes squeezed shut, the only warning of her climax being her shaking legs and the tightened grip on his hair. Hearing her whines and cries of his name followed with begs to stop, he came once again without her even knowing. Max released her and sat back up, moving to her side.

“I feel bad, Max. I didn’t even get to touch you.” She apologized and put her head on his shoulder, catching her breath. Max stroked her hair and shrugged.

“Its ok… I came.” Her head lifted so that she could glance at him. The ends of her lips twitched into a smile.

Six down, four to go.

“Aww… ok. Come on, let’s take a shower.” She watched as Max stood up and put out his hand for her, bringing her up onto her feet and leading her into their washroom.

“Whats been up with you today? I cant even breathe without you on top of me.” He was genuinely curious as to what she was doing. Somehow, he hadn’t managed to catch on yet.

“Nothing, just really need you.” She breathed out her words as she stepped under the water. Max followed her in and put his hands on her hips, keeping her close as his face fell into the crook of her neck. She could feel his cock pressed up against her. When he started thrusting between her thighs, fucking them, she squeezed her thighs together. That extra friction drew a moan out of Max as he held onto her hips with a bruising grip.

“Shit… you feel so good.” Max grunted as he dropped his face into the crook of her neck and panted. She put a hand on the cold and wet shower wall, using it to keep herself standing. She felt as Max dropped his head into the crook of her neck, allowing her to hear his quiet sounds that were muffled by her skin.

“I won’t last… so sensitive.” He gasped and his rhythm began to falter. She crossed her legs just partially to make it even tighter around his cock. Max choked out a strangled moan and came with a gasp of her name and Dutch gibberish. His cum went right down the drain.

“What a waste…” She sighed quietly and let him pull away. She pressed a kiss to his lips once she turned around. Maxs legs were a bit shaky, pretty much forcing her to give his cock a teasing squeeze to hear him cry.

Seven down, three to go.

The rest of the shower was innocent, just a couple washing each other. Her hands barely ever left his body, almost always touching him. Max was absolutely exhausted though, so he couldn’t have pushed her away or denied her even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Once she stepped out of the shower, he followed right behind her like a lost puppy. Apparently 7 orgasms can make a man a bit clingier than normal. The towel fell to the floor once she reached the side of their bed. Max watched it fall and then allowed his to follow.

“I’m so tired…” Max’s voice was soft as he laid down next to her. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes were beginning to close until she slid out of the bed and grabbed the box kept under it. Of course he had seen it once or twice when she showed him what she did when they were apart, but that was it. “What are you doing?” He asked drowsily, watching her open up the shoebox and pull something from it. He couldn’t make out what it was, so he let it go.

There was a movie playing on their TV, one that she had turned on to distract Max and think he was being delusional about the box. Once she was back in bed, the toy was laid beside her. He looked so tired that for a split second, she almost felt guilty for overstimulating him like this. It wasn’t something they had ever done before, it was usually 3 orgasms max and then they were done. In all honesty, she was a bit surprised that Max was able to take it. After the third one, she did notice the shaking and trembling in his abs.

“Max, you ok?” She whispered and ran her hands through his hair. His head was resting on her chest and his eyes shut.

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“You ok for a little bit more? You know the safe word, baby.”

“Mhm…” Max sounded so drowsy that she wasn’t exactly sure that he knew what he was saying. She pressed a sweet kiss to the top of his head while nudging him to get him to sit up. He did as he was told, sitting up with his head resting on the headboard. Her touches started off gentle, gentle kisses along his face moving to one’s down his neck and chest. He slowly woke up more and more as he could feel his cock beginning to grow harder once more. Her kisses went lower and lower until her lips touched his abdomen, using her teeth to nip at the thin skin. Max winced and gripped onto the sheets, watching her every move. He wondered if she would go to suck him off again, but knew that it was unlikely.

“Give me your hands, Max.” Her voice was demanding and not as soft as it had been before. Max obliged, putting out his hands and seeing how she reached for the ties that she had picked out before. She tied his wrists to the bed posts, not allowing him to touch her. Max put his head on the pillow and looked up at her, eyes widened in a mix of excitement and fear.

“What are you doing?” Max whispered softly, lifting his hips towards her to get more comfortable. She ran her hands over his abdomen, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his hip bone. His breath hitched as he felt her hand wrap around his overly sensitive cock. His mind went blank with the simple touch, the feeling of pain melting away into pleasure. Every little touch of her hand was too much, he was already squirming under her.

“Sit still.” She hissed and used her other hand to keep his hips pinned to the bed. Max let out a frustrated whine and felt his body twitch. He didn’t know what he had planned for her. His voice was scratchy and about to completely just vanish as he choked out strangled and weak moans with each stroke.

“Too- ah- too sensitive.” Max arched his back, moaning and whining shamelessly. She was entertained by how he acted over a haphazard handjob.

“You know our system, Max. You can stop me if you want to. Color?” She let go of his cock and heard him groan.

“…green.” He whispered embarrassedly, trying to lift his hips and find her hand once more. She hummed and reached over to the vibrator, flicking it on to the lowest setting. His eyes widened but before he could even fully process what was happening, the toy was pressed against his tip. “Fuck!” Max thrashed his head to the side, his whole body spasming.

The vibrator buzzed around his tip, speeding up as she flicked it to the 2nd setting. He came once again, crying her name and feeling tears stream down his cheeks.

Eight down, two to go.

The overstimulation made his mind go completely blank. Her small hand wrapped around his cock, adding onto the stimulation. For some reason, seeing him writhe and sob was enough for her to turn the vibrator up to the highest setting. His moans got quieter and she looked up to see him with his jaw dropped, silent moans being all he could give. With a messy thrust of his hips, he came again.

“You didn’t even last a minute, Maxie.” She smiled and turned the vibrator off. He panted and eventually caught his breath and collected his thoughts.

Nine down, one more to go.

“Wait… how many times have I…?” Max panted out his question, chest heaving.

“Nine, baby.” She never kept track of the numbers unless she was doing it for something. That ended up being how Max figured out what was going on.

“You sneaky little bitch. I see what you’ve been doing.” Max hissed but she just laughed at him. He couldn’t hold back a little smile from hearing her laughter.

“Well, can you give me one more? Or are you just… done.” She teased, her fingers tracing loving shapes over his chest. Max looked up at him, admiring her every move.

“One more. May as well, right?” Max accepted what she was trying to do. She smiled and nodded.

“Just let me know if you change your mind.” She reassured him while moving on top of him. She watched as he tugged on the restraints, desperately trying to hold onto her hips or just touch her as she rubbed his tip over her entrance. Max was already pushing crescents into his palms, gasping.

With one quick movement, she dropped onto his cock. He filled her up perfectly and for a quick moment, she had forgotten to watch him. Max was writhing beneath her, back arched, eyes rolled back. Her jaw dropped at the sight of him, so she decided to roll her hips against him. Max choked out a strangled moan, hips thrusting up.

“I’m not gonna last long..” Max warned her between sobs. She stroked his cheek and smiled.

“I don’t need you to last.” She whispered and started riding him, focusing on making him feel good. Max could barely even breathe from the pleasure that coursed through his whole body. He couldn’t handle it. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Please-“ Max choked and bucked his hips again. He whined and continued trying to escape the restraints. “Let me hold you.” He begged and she bit her lip before nodding and removing the restraints from his wrists. Max immediately moved to hold onto her.

“Come on, handsome.” She smiled down at him and wiggled her hips. He clung to her as if she would leave the second he let go. His cock was twitching inside of her, begging for release. She knew his body as if it was her own. “Cum for me, baby.”

“Oh fuuuuck…” Max moaned out a curse and then a groan of her name following, cumming almost immediately from her words. He bucked his hips up, whole body twitching.

Ten down.

She pulled off of his cock and laid down next to him, humming and pulling him into her arms. She let him cling to her while he calmed down from his tenth orgasm.

“You did it, Max.” She smiled, tracing comforting patterns over his back. Max closed his eyes and buried his head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m gonna get you back for that.” Max warned and she laughed as he moved impossibly closer to her. Whispering soft praises in his ear, she let him fall asleep in her arms.

#max verstappen #max verstappen smut #formula1 #formula1 smut #f1 #f1 smut #mv1

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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Hi so I saw that you wrote for Chyna and I was wondering if I could request Chyna x fem reader that appreciates her body? Just romantic praise and kisses, showing her that she's physically perfect and that she's loved dearly

Ooooh yeeeessss

You're truly and undeniably beautiful

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: After Chyna is made fun of because of her body, you show her how much you truly love and absolutely care for her

You immediately stop what you're doing when you hear loud crying and cursing, running to see a very upset Chyna with an equally pissed off Eddie "What happened?". You hug her tightly as eddie explains that while they were celebrating his win after a big match at a bar when a man came up to her not only calling her names but he also poured beer on her and grabbed her hip as she kept pushing him off until eddie stepped in and punched him in the nose outside as they were trying to leave, "Thanks eddie, I'm glad you were there to do that instead of me, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself" he nods hugging both of you before leaving, "Go shower and I'll be up okay?" she nods quietly, going upstairs as you grab yourself and her a plate of stir fry, going upstairs to your shared bedroom and picking out pajamas for her. She comes out and changes, hiding behind the closet door which made you sad but you stay quiet as you turn on The object of my affection eating and brushing your teeth together seeing her halfway tucked under the covers but still fully awake "I'm so disgusting" you turn to her quickly with a look of surprise and hurt at the comment, "Baby no your not that guy was a prick" she looks at you with tears in her eyes, fixing to say something but you stop her before she can even start saying something else bad about herself "Honey, you are one of the most sweetest, kindest, strongest not just physically, and kindest women I have ever met in my life" she shows a small smile but you can tell she is still thinking badly of herself. "I'll show you how much I love you" you kiss her while holding her face in your hands, caressing her cheek as you slowly kiss all over her face and jaw, going down her neck, stopping to look at her when you grab the hem of her shirt silently asking for consent which she immediately gives you making you smile sweetly, throwing the shirt at the end of the bed as you continue kissing down her throat and chest until she gets up sitting back on top of the blanket so you have more access to the rest of her body as you feel her hands run through your hair as you reach the top of her shorts, slowly taking them off and putting them on top of her shirt as you kiss down her legs. "You're truly and undeniably beautiful, no matter what anyone says" you hold her hands as you have your head between her legs for an hour until you kiss back up her body with the utmost care, affection, and unconditional love as you see tears flow down her face making you worried until she smiles big, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and her legs around your waist as you both lay next to each other until she gently lays on top of you with her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat "I love you darling" she turns a shade of pink at the pet name, kissing your collarbone as the movie finished "I love you sweetie" you rub up and down her back with your hand until you hear her soft snores and feel her breathing even out in her sleep, staying awake for another 7 minutes before falling asleep as well.

#chyna x reader #wwe #chyna #wwe chyna #wwe x reader #wwe chyna x reader

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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Can I get some Naga slight angst/fluff? Maybe an enemy group took the s/o and Naga has to negotiate getting them back (like $12 million) and daddy gets them back because “$12 million is a cheap price to get you back” idk I’m in love with how you write for the cod operators ❤️

Need this 😌💖💖💖💖 I turned it into a whole little fic, so I hope that's ok! This got pretty heavy, ngl, but I think it turned out sweet, so I hope you enjoy!!

Reader Pronouns: she/her

Warning: strong language and some pretty disrespectful language towards women, including implied physical violence if you squint, so be careful while reading guys!!!

Naga clears the trinkets and fine antiques off his desk with a full sweep of rage. A vase shatters and a small, crystal idol chips, but all he sees is short, typed ransom note before him.

A rival gang managed to snatch you up in the streets not two days ago. He's been worried sick ever since you didn't come home that evening, and even now it hasn't abated by much. No, instead an anger just as intense as the worry and fear rises to join the others. His entire being trembles almost imperceptibly as he reads the details of the letter.

They want 100 billion kip in gold. He has three days to bring it to the drop point in exchange for you. No guns or weapons on him or his men.

He slams a fist on the desk and collapses his head into his hands. Naga clenches a fistful of hair in one hand and swipes the note out of his sight with the other. He weighs his options only to realize...

Well, he doesn't really have any, does he?

He's very familiar with this group. They're ruthless cutthroats and, if he's being honest, he wouldn't out it past them to have killed you already and be stringing him along right now. In fact, as much we it makes him sick to say so, he almost hopes they've killed you.

It would be a much better fate then what they usually do to their victims.

Even three days is far too long to be in their captivity. God, just the thought of their hands on you... He shrieks in rage, wishing there was something else in his vacinity that he could destroy. But he knows that wouldn't help.

No, the only thing that would help him right now is having you back.

Kapano calla in his right hand man and throws the crumpled up letter to him. "Get the money", he growls.

The other man opens up the paper and reads the sum. His eyes go wide and before he can even suggest that he might protest this plan, a stiletto knife buries itself in the wood beside his head.

"I said get the fucking money!", he screams, eyes wide, teeth bared, and every muscle within him bristling. The second in command bows his head quickly and dashes off before something far worse is thrown his way.

Naga swears and applies some pressure to his forehead. It feels like his skull is about to split.

He spares a glance outside, then trudges to his room. Your, room. The sun hangs low in the sky and he has yet even more to do tomorrow. One piece at a time, he sheds his combat attire, nursing a headache all the while.

On a normal night, you offer to help him out of all the buckles and straps, and oh what he'd give to take you up on that offer now. At last he unclasps his jewelry down to one final necklace. This is a recent one, a locket you gave him with a tiny picture of the two of you inside. He loved it so much, he's since had it encrusted with a ruby heart and wears it daily.

At the memory of you, suddenly he feels unable to part with it, not even for just a night's sleep. He takes it off reverently and clasps it tightly in his hand. Poping open the little door, he fixates on your lovely face as he trudges to bed.

Naga crawls into his side, distracted for a long moment by the perfectly undisturbed second half of the bed. He knows how much you hate a cold bed. On any other night he'd lay in your spot for you until you join him, just to warm up the sheets for you.

He places the locket on your pillow, a shakiness starting to overtake him as he wonders if he'll ever have the chance to warm your sheets and share a bed with you again. At last he lays his head down, and yet he's unable to take his eyes off your half.

Even still, your pillow smells like oils and creams he bought you for your hair. He suspends his hand just over the pillow a moment, thinking of you. And when he lets it drop, he can't tell if it's the cause or the result of the tears flowing from him.

He can't fucking stand it anymore.

Kapano pulls your pillow close to him, holding it tight as he would you. At least tonight he'll have the comforting scent of you as he suffers another fitful night.

The following days up to the trade are slow and painful. Every night is worse then the last as he consumes himself with the stress and worry surrounding you.

He can't get to the drop point fast enough. In compliance with the ransom note, he and his men are unarmed. So they wait. And wait. And wait....

And just as he's ready to pull his hair out, a truck slowly rolls up the abandoned dirt road.

A small squad of men hop out and approach Naga and his gang. Then, bringing up the rear, the boss shoves you along, a gun pressed snug against your head.

"What the fuck is this? You said no guns!"

The rival boss spits, as though Naga's mere presence leaves a foul taste in his mouth. "What? You think I don't know about them?", he nods his head up.

Far, far in the branches, hidden from view at this angle, more of Naga's men wait in the tree canopy, armed and ready for any sign of foul play.

Damn it.

Naga glances over at you. You're looking pale and rather bruised and beaten. A far cry from the carefree, sun kissed goddess he usually knows.

"Alright, there's the fucking money, now give her to me!"

The other man clicks his tongue and presses his pistol against your temple, "Wait until we're loaded up first, then you can have your precious whore back"

Naga seethes at that, but is afraid to make a sudden movement last he lose you for good. And the rival boss notices. He smirks, a gratingly patronizing tone to his voice "Oh, I'm sorry? Did I insult your little harlot? We both know that's all she is...", He leans in far to close and licks your neck slowly, teasingly, before nipping your earlobe, "Isn't that right, bitch?"

This has gone on long enough. Naga's body quivers with boiling rage as his temper shoots through the ceiling. He shouts a command in his native tongue and a hail of bullets rain down on the opposing gang, the first several of which bury themselves in the man holding you hostage.

Behind him, Naga's men on the ground unsheathe small throwing knives and daggers, taking advantage of the surprise gunfire to press the attack.

But, at the death of their leader, the remaining crew scatters like flies and before long, all is quiet.

Kapano rushes forward to pick you up off the ground. He kneels down and cradles you in his arms as he removes your blindfold and cuts your hands free. Your tears carve small rivers through the dried blood running down your cheeks. You try to speak, but all that you can manage is a choked gasp.

He's never seen you like this before. And he never wants to again.

Naga shushes you, holding you against his chest while he strokes your hair. "Shhh, he's never going to touch you again. I promise", he kisses your forehead and helps you slowly to your feet, "Now let's get you out of here baby"

You don't say a word the whole ride back, but Naga holds your hand and rubs your back all the while. When you get home, he sets up a bath for you with all the salts and fragrances he knows you love. He offers you some help, but you say you'd like some time alone.

Somewhat reluctantly, he respects your wishes and sets off to make a meal and some tea for you both. It's all set up on the mat and pillows adorning the main hall. You look lovely as ever in your silk pajamas and lacy robe when you join him after your bath.

Slowly, you find your voice to speak, but it feels as though your mere presence is enough to earn you the praise Naga is showering you in. He's so focused on you, he nearly forgets to eat.

Once you're all finished, he decides to leave the dishes for later, and instead he pulls you onto his chest as you both recline into the fortress of pillows supporting you. Naga nuzzles your hair and kisses your temple.

You smell like jasmine and fresh citrus, infinitely better then the stench of stale sweat and musk of other men that he received you in.

He kisses your face gently, rubbing some warmth into your shoulders. You enjoy the quiet, but a small sniffing sound interrupts you.

"...Kapano?"

He sniffs again, wiping his eyes with his free hand. "Sorry, I just... God, I-I thought I'd never see you again", tears stream down cheeks, he rests his forehead against the side of yours.

You sigh, wishing you could just forget it all, "I know how you feel"

At that he tenses, and a quiet growl escapes your little tiger, "It'll never happen again, I swear it. I wish I could've pulled the trigger on the bastard myself... He deserved worse then what he got. Far worse"

You press a kiss to the broad tip of his nose and smile softly, "I love you, little dragon"

For the first time since he lost you, all those days ago, he smiles. He's not a big fan of when you first gave him that nickname. He hates to be described as "little", it's not very intimidating. But... Suddenly, it sounds quite endearing.

He kisses your perfumed lips, stroking a thumb over your battered cheek. "I know", he smiles. That night, you sleep out amongst the pillows, right where you are.

Tomorrow night, he'll be looking forward to warming up your side of the bed for you.

#black ops cold war #call of duty #kapano vang x reader #kapano naga vang #naga x reader

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A masquerade themed collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

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Warnings/tags: Smut, Super slight exhibitionism/voyeurism (threat of being caught)

6k ish words (shout out to my lovely @teddieh for keeping me on track and helping me thirst over the discount Pikachu we all love lol)

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"Masquerade balls were something you’d only ever heard about in movies. You couldn’t deny the prospect was intriguing; donning your most elegant attire, confidence boosted by your anonymity, and the intoxication brought on by such a magical atmosphere. You and your fellow partygoers were almost doomed to desire, inhibitions washed away long before the wine and spirits started to flow.

The mystery, majesty, and potential for mischief were far too enticing to resist.

So, when you received an invitation to Midnight’s Masquerade, you didn’t think twice about accepting…"

Midnight spoke to you often about the extravagant galas she threw at least once a month. The hero had taken a liking to you ever since you started dating one of the up and coming hero’s at her agency Chargebolt. You couldn't deny the idea of attending one of her grand parties sounded appealing. Though you shrank back just as hard at the idea of being surrounded by Japan's top heroes. You’d met a handful of Denki’s pro friends, you'd even hung out with them fairly regularly, namely Sero sometimes Kirishima, and Hitoshi. But you knew he’d gone to school with a lot of Japan’s biggest names.

A soft hum leaves your lips as you shuffle through your mail, an elegant black envelope catching your eye. The matted black paper standing out from the normal sea of white, a delicate swirling blue pattern accenting the black. You drop the rest of the mail, attention immediately captured by the expensive and intricate-looking paper peeling back the pretty wax seal.

From: Mistress Midnight

You are cordially invited to Midnight's Masquerade. Join me and all the other guests in a night full of fun, mischief, and anonymity.

A black-tie event, Don't forget your mask~

You pause for a moment eyeballing the card, this was the first time Midnight sent you an official invitation. Normally offering you an invitation verbally. You smiled, she must have finally gotten tired of you trying to talk your way out of her invites in the moment. Before you could give it much thought you check off attending in the appropriate little box and tuck the rsvp card in the little mail-back envelope already provided. You smile at the Hero Midnight themed postage stamp dropping the card off by your keys so as to not to forget to mail it before moving on with your day.

You spend the next few weeks searching for the perfect dress, Kaminari reassuring you that nothing you could pick would be too much for one of Midnights parties. Still, you were a little hesitant to buy anything too insane. When you did finally come across the perfect dress the choice is easy scooping it up quickly with a wide smile on your face.

Three days before the gala Denki saunters into your shared bedroom with a shit-eating grin on his face. You raise your eyebrow at him as you dry your hair, fresh out of the shower in your favorite fluffy robe. Eyes immediately focusing on Denki who was clearly hiding something behind his back.

"Whatcha got there Kami?" You humm as your blond counterpart holds out a small not so elegantly wrapped box waving it at you. You laugh tossing the towel you’d dried your hair with to the side before crossing the distance towards Denki.

"Oh come on now Sunshine, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told ya what it was now would it?" Kaminari teases. You roll your eyes at him adjusting your bathrobe before taking the small box from him. You give him a playfully suspicious squint before tearing at the paper as Kaminari fully closes the gap between you. A warm strong arm settles around your waist as Kaminari presses himself against you. You relax into his hold absent-mindedly accept a kiss from him as you unwrap the gift fully.

Heat flashes through you as you get a peek at the present, finally understanding why Denki had walked in with the shit-eating grin on his face. You hear Kaminari chuckle as he leans in again, nuzzling at your cheek with his nose, his hot breath ghosting over your still slightly wet skin. You shudder pulling away from him a little to look at the small box in your hand. “Is this?” You mumble as your boyfriend’s hand begins to worm its way into the robe you’re wearing. Warm callous fingers exploring the soft plush flesh hiding underneath the soft fabric.

“I just thought.” Denki stars leaning back down towards you again. “We could have a little fun at the masquerade.” he hums lips brushing your collar bone. You stare at the toy through the transparent section of the packaging, light purple in color in a distinct U shape. One end of the toy had a rounded end while the other had a more flat textured end. Kaminari nips at your neck before pulling away from you, pushing the bathrobe off your shoulders exposing you to him. The cool air of the bedroom hits you all at once, your skin erupting into gooseflesh and your nipples slowly pebbling. Kaminari takes the toy from you, the ever mischievous smile on his face as he pulls it out of its packaging.

Kaminari holds the toy in one hand, the other coming down slowly to brush against your steadily warming cheeks. He hums as his hand trails down your neck, over your collarbone, and between your breasts before tumbling at your pert nipples. He chuckles as you whimper at the contact, continuing his decent warm callus fingers trailing down to your stomach before finally finding perch on your hip.

Denki lifts the toy up so that it is at eye level with you before speaking. “This end.” He says almost in a sing-songy voice thumbing at the rounded portion of the U shaped toy. The hand perched on your hip continues its descent down your body until his fingers are parting your folds. You shudder at the feeling, already worked up from his previous exploration of your body. You whine as he dips a tick warm finger into your aching core. “Goes inside of you here.” Kaminari’s voice is deep as he pumps his finger into you a few times. You squirm furrowing your eyebrows in frustration as he teases you.

“And this flat textured end.” Kaminari moves from the rounded end of the toy to the other flat textured end. The finger playing with your pussy leaving your warmth and you half whine half moan out his name in protest. Only to quiet again as Kaminari runs the finger now slick with your juices through your lips and up to your clit, pressing against the bundle of nerves in soft gentle circles. “Gets to stay nice and snug right here, pressed up against that pretty little clit of yours.” You moan at the stimulation, pressing yourself against him as he plays with you. Denki smiles, discarding the toy on the nearest surface before pressing a kiss to your lips. You whine into the kiss and Denki chuckles against your lips, his warmth leaves you all at once as he pulls away a smirk on his face. You’re left needy and pouting staring at the back of Denki's head as he walks over to the bedroom closet.

"Hey, hey no no get back here" you chirp once you settle yourself a little, watching your boyfriend put the toy away and shrugging off his jacket.

"Awe come on sunshine, where's your sense of dramatic build-up." Denki laughs leaning on the dresser, yellow eyes taking in your form. Naked bare, just for him and only him to indulge in, his gaze warms you up all over again despite the cold of the room.

"Dramatic build my ass, you came home got me all worked up. You'd be such a whiny bitch about it if I'd done that to you" You know you're being childish crossing your arms over your chest, even a small stomp of your foot for dramatic effect. The goofy smile on Denki's face never wavers, but you see it in the way his eyes turn from a bright yellow to deep honey gold. He’s in front of you in three long strides, his hand enveloping your face large fingers giving your cheeks a firm but gentle squeeze.

"Well Sunshine, I was going to play with you later after I'd washed off the day. But if you wanna keep mouthing off" Denki punctuates the last bit with a kiss to your nose. "You'll get nothing tonight, and I might not even go through with what I had planned for the party" His tone is firm but teasing and you definitely hold his gaze. He quirks an eyebrow at you still smiling, no real hint of disappointment with your bratty attitude on his face. You know you can keep mouthing off, get him to press you into the mattress, and fuck you just how you like. But you can tell when Denki is planning something, and his favorite form of punishment is denial. So you cave in with a sigh averting your eyes and resting the weight of your head against his grip with a dramatic sigh. Knowing that if you behave tonight you'll get to take part in whatever he's scheming for the next day.

“Good girl” Denki chuckles leaning in to kiss you fully on the lips, taking your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it lightly as he pulls away. Denki leaves you there a soft chuckle coming from him as he heads into the bathroom to wash off the day. You can't help the frustrated huff that leaves you.

You’re in bed when he comes out of the shower, spreading your legs for him in invitation when he spots you. Lust filled golden eyes rack over your body as you present yourself for him. Kaminari is on you in a flash, warm callous hands gripping your thighs harshly as he crawls up to your core. Large tongue lapping at your pussy, his fingers finding their way to your clit as he licks up your juices. Happy praise and teasing words spill from his lips as he eats you, keeping you panting and on edge all night denying you every time you’re near release until you're nothing but a blubbering crying mess beneath him.

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You squirm in the seat of the limo Midnight sent for you, fiddling with the intricate mask on your face in anticipation. You can feel the rounded end of the toy snugly inside of you, the flat textured end pressed up against your clit comfortably. Kaminari had devised a game to make the night more interesting, vibrator hot or cold he called it with a stupid smug grin on his face. You’d tested it out earlier that day, the insertable end stretching you nicely and when Kaminari activated the vibrating with his quirk it was strong but nice and quiet. Kaminari assured you no one would be able to hear the toy, but you would be lying if you said you didn't get a little bit of a thrill at the idea of possibly being caught.

Kaminari goes ahead of you to the masquerade the day of, parting ways before getting a chance to see your dress and sends you a text just as the limo you’re in pulls into the venue.

Kami: Don't forget, the stronger the vibration the closer you are. I'm already set up, ready when you are sunshine.

You shift your legs in anticipation at his text, a smile dancing on your lips. A soft sigh leaves you as you step out of the limo, taking a second to steady your nerves before heading into the venue. Briefly, you wondered if Midnight always pulled out all the stops like this. The entrance leads to a grand staircase, a gentleman taking your coat, and asking if you'd like your arrival to be announced. You thank him but decline before descending the staircase down to the main ballroom. Soft fairy lights and sheer blue fabrics draped over the banister as you make your way down the stairs to the main hub of the party.

A massive chandelier hangs up high illuminating the ballroom, bathing everything in a warm glow. There was already a healthy crowd of people mingling, everyone dressed in their most elegant outfits for the night faces adorned with equally intricate masks. Midnight had a clear black and blue color scheme going, intricate black flowers decorated the walls and some of the tables, accented by various shades of blue flowers.

You take a breath smoothing out your dress before searching the crowd for a familiar head of blond hair. You figured you’d take a strategic approach to finding Denki turning your attention first to the back corners of the ballroom eyes searching for familiar blond hair. A smile taking over your face as the toy buried in your cunt begins to vibrate gently indicating you'd started off in the right direction.

Despite your nerves at the beginning about not knowing anyone, this game of hot and cold you were playing with Denki made things much more bearable. You didn’t feel obligated to make idle chit chat with other random partygoers. Instead focused on finding your lovely boyfriend, the anxieties of having to socialize with strangers melting away. You head towards a door, the toy buried deep in your pussy speeding up significantly and you have to pause mid-step. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, bracing yourself against the door. You smile, pushing to open the door, certain Denki would be on the other side. “Found you!” the words come out playful tapering off in a soft moan.

You furrow your eyebrows when you realize the room is empty, it's some sort of small lounge, maybe a changing room for when there were performers in the venue. Vanity mirrors with soft lights run the length of one of the walls, a counter just underneath lined with chairs. A coat rack hanging in the back end of the room and a large fainting couch off to one side, another full-length mirror lining the opposite wall. You pout, the room was clearly empty despite the steady strong vibrations of the toy. With a sigh you close the door, leaning your back against it a little and you squeeze your thighs together. You didn’t think the toy would be much of a problem, the insert wasn't too bad. However, the portion that was snug against your clit providing steady simulation against the sensitive bundle of nerves was really starting to get to you. With a shaky sigh, you steady yourself and head off to see if you can find your favorite blond.

An hour and a half into the party you're dripping wet as you sit at the bar. You'd started your game with Denki twenty minutes into the party. Responding to the speed and his signals in an attempt to find your tease of a boyfriend. Though he was having none of it, the vibration peaking as you got closer sending shivers through you every time you finally caught a glimpse of the blond. Only to lose him in the crowd when the toy’s stimulation became too much, freezing you in your spot in an attempt to keep your composure. Denki disappearing while you’re distracted prolonging the game. You let out another frustrated sigh as the bartender refills your drink. Doing your best to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to find some semblance of relief, Denki never lets the toy be consistent enough to allow you to find release. Edging you on and then turning the thing off just as your pleasure is about to spill over.

“I'm so happy you decided to come!” Midnight's voice snaps you out of your thoughts coming over to you. The ever-elegant woman is wearing a beautiful blue and black themed mask and gown, taking a spot next to you with a sly smile on her face. You smile back at her complimenting her dress and she waves her hand at you in dismissal.

“I saw Denki earlier with a shit-eating grin on his face but didn't see you. I wasn't sure if you were here at all.” You hum doing your best to pay attention but the toy deep inside of you started to vibrate intensely again, your walls fluttering as you clench around it. You try your best to hide the heat in your face and the tremble of your lips as the intensity of the toy continues to increase. Midnight chuckles resting her chin in her hand as she watches you, a sly grin on her face.

“I take it you're enjoying the gift Denki got you?” You choke on your drink at Midnight’s blunt words, sputtering a no as your face becomes incredibly heated. “Oh don't bother denying it, so what model did he end up going with?” Midnight leans closer to you the smirk on her face turned into a full-blown shit-eating grin. “Front and center, or center and back?” Midnight wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively as you choke on your words trying your best to assure her it's not like that. “Little minx, I knew Pikachu was a freak, but I'm surprised you play along with him.” You groan unable to concentrate on anything as the toy begins to vibrate with the most intensity all night. You lay your head down in your arms on the counter, half-embarrassed by Midnight's words and half unable to function with the steady warmth pooling in your belly. You hear Midnight chuckle patting you softly on the back followed by the click of her heels as she walks away. Leaving you to pool in your embarrassment, upset that her words riled you up more than you’d already been despite the light tingle of embarrassment.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing." Kaminari's voice sends a chill down your spine. You stifle a moan sitting up and leaning into his warmth on instinct. Practically coming undone as the vibrator maxes out in speed. "You look absolutely stunning sunshine" His hand comes to rest on your bare shoulder, a spark of electricity shoots through you. You hum, doing your best to focus on his words as a steady pulsing being again against your clit.

“Den-” You can barely get your lover's name out as another spark that you know stems from Denki’s quirk running through you.

"Such a good girl, you've been holding on so well sunshine.” You let out a whimper and suddenly the toy goes completely still inside of you. You finally get the chance to turn your head looking up at your boyfriend for the first time that night. Any sort of sexual tension that’d been building over the night dissolves as you see his masquerade mask. You spiral into a giggle as your eyes meet lust-filled golden ones. You can’t focus on that though, all you can concentrate on is Denki’s mask as you try your best to stop your giggles. It’s vaguely mouse-shaped, black with golden details on it which on its own would be fine. The thing that pulled laughter from your lips was the awkwardly shaped snout that protrudes from the center of the mask golden whiskers coming out from where his cheeks would be.

“Really out of all the things you could have picked this is what you went with?” you chuckle reaching out to touch the whiskers on his mask as Denki pulls you out of your chair.

“I thought it was cool.” Denki pouts and you can't help yourself as you lean in for a kiss, the snout on his mask squishing against your own nose. Denki sighs pulling you towards the dance floor. You can't help the smile that takes over your face as he leads you into a slow waltz, a warm hand settling on the small of your back. You let Denki pull you in close, laying your head on his chest slowly swaying to the slow song together. Denki humming along with the music leaning his head against yours as you dance together.

You pull away from each other as the song ends, a joke about never expecting him to dance so slowly on the tip of your tongue but it melts away when your eyes land on his ugly mask again. You choke on your laugh, Denki lets out a snarl, a spark from his quirk flows through you, the vibrator inside of you springs to life. You bury your face into Denki’s chest muffling the moan that escapes you. “Not so funny when you can’t think straight huh sunshine?” Denki teases his grip on your waist tightening as he leads you off the dance floor. You pull away from him scrunching up your face in frustration as he smirks down at you. His usually bright yellow eyes blown out with lust turning them into that beautiful honey-gold color you loved so much.

“Need you” you mumble tugging on his arm with a pout.

“Someone's eager isn't she?” Denki teases letting you lead him along towards the back end of the venue. “Where are we going, sunshine?” you ignore him finding the room you’d first discovered earlier that night. “Sneaky thing, are you that impatient for me to fuck you?” A pleasant electric buzz spreads from where his hand is against the small of your back sending a shiver up your spine as you make your way into the still empty room.

Denki has you up on the counter within a breath of stepping into the dimly lit room. He’s on you then leaning down to kiss along your exposed collar bone. The whiskers on his mask tickling your cheeks, and you try your best to hold back a laugh at the sensation. Denki rolls his eyes as your snorts turn into a bubbly laugh. The snout on his mask twisted awkwardly and you can't help but laugh even harder.

"Awe come on Sunshine I'm trying to be romantic here" Denki whines a half-hearted pout on his lips. You try your best to stifle your laugh but can't help yourself. You reach out for Denki’s mask pulling it over his face and tossing it to the side. Denki beams up at you the dopey smile you love so much adorning his face as he helps you take your mask off as well.

“You did so well today Sunshine” Denki hums softly nuzzling his nose against yours before leaning in for a soft kiss. You smile into the kiss, fully intending on tease Denki about his odd little rat mask some more. Those thoughts however quickly melt away as warm hands sneak their way under your dress. Callous fingers sliding up your thighs, hiking your dress up along with them.

"Look at that you almost soaked through your dress” Denki chuckles, you whimper at his words embarrassment seeping into you. He continues to pull up the long skirt of your dress up and over your thighs before stopping holding the edge of the fabric up to your mouth. “Open” Liquid gold eyes sparkle as you open your mouth on command, taking the front end of the fabric into your mouth and out of the way. “Good girl” Denki praises a large warm hand stroking your cheek before trailing down to your chest. Denki gently pushes at your chest forcing you to lean back a little against the counter before sinking down to his knees.

Denki presses his nose against the warmth of your thigh, trailing slow lazy kisses against your soft skin. He brings a hand up to your thigh, squeezing the plush flesh of your legs as he makes his way to your already soaked center. Denki squeezes, a gentle shock trailing from his fingers and igniting the toy. You cry out, sounds muffled by the fabric stuffed in your mouth. Denki chuckles fingers trailing the outline of the toy currently buried in your pussy through your panties. You whine as he begins to tug on it gently, your walls camping around the toy not wanting him to pull it out just yet. You huff out a muffled “no” and Denki laughs sitting back a little tugging your panties down, a simple elegant lace. He smirks tucking it into his breast pocket before turning his attention to you again.

You hear Denki’s breath hitch as he finally turns his attention to your core. “Awe you're quivering.” he teases and you try to reach out to tug at his hair but he stops you with a tut. The toy is still vibrating as Deki slowly trails his finger around it, pressing his finger along the soft silicone. You take in a sharp breath, not expecting the extra intrusion and your chest flushes, warmth pooling in your cheeks in anticipation of where you think this could be going. Denki peaks up at you, his eyes blown with lust “What do you think sweetie, can you fit me in there too?.” your eyes widen at the thought and Denki begins to pump his finger into you the vibrations against you clit speeding up ever so slightly.

Denki stands up to his full height then, gripping your thighs and pulling you flush against him. “Please” you whimper out through the fabric in your mouth, way too worked up after all the stimulation you’d endured all day. Denki’s teasing smirk turns soft, pulling the fabric from between your lips before leaning down all the way to kiss you soft and gentle. He picks you up with ease, the perks of dating a pro hero, and heads off in the direction of the fainting couch in the corner.

“You were so good for me today, played along all night, I think my baby girl deserves her reward yeah?” Denki mumbles against your lips as he carries you, you hum a “please” into the kiss. Denki settles you on the small couch, guiding you onto your hands and knees before positioning himself, his own self-control waning. He bunches up your dress in one hand, fingers exploring your dripping core, the light purple toy still buzzing away in your over-stimulated cunt.

“I think you're more than ready don't you?” Denki hums and you feel it when he finally begins to press himself into you joining the soft silicone toy in your drenched pussy. You cry out in bliss as he finally penetrates you, a delicious stretch as he presses in deeper alongside the toy. You and Denki had played with toys together before but you'd never taken him and a toy at the same time in this way.

A shudder runs through Denki as he finally settles fully into you, using his quirk to ease the vibrations of the toy that was now also pressed snugly against his cock. “Fuck” he huffs out leaning his head against your back. You giggle through your haze “Yeah it's not so easy when that thing is vibrating up a storm is it.” You tease and Denki begins snapping his hips without mercy at your retort.

The hand not holding onto your dress comes up to grasp at your scalp pulling your hair and angling your head back allowing him to lean over against your ear while he fucks you. “Don't appreciate the snark darling.” Denki hisses in your ear before trailing open-mouthed kisses against your neck and exposed shoulder. You whine and his hand trails down from your hair to squeeze at your breasts over your dress. He manages to pull them out somehow, small pleasurable shocks running through you after every tweak and pinch of your nipples, complement of his quirk. You loved the way his electricity ran through you, a pleasant buzz that always felt intimate somehow since it was his quirk.

“You’re fucking soaked baby, taking me and the toy so well, you like being filled up like this don't you Sunshine? Stuffed nice and full with my cock?” You choke on your moans as he mumbles filth into your ear, too far gone to really respond in any way as he fucks into you. The stretch of his cock along with the toy gave you a feeling you'd never experienced before, one you knew you'd quickly want more of.

“Look over love.” Denki’s voice comes out almost in a growl as he fucks you, a moan slipping through your lips as you try your best to focus your lust hazed eyes in an attempt to comply with his request. Your brain is mush from the intense stretch of Denki pressing into you along side the toy providing consistent stimulation against your clit. You finally manage to lift your head from where he’d previously been pressing it against the couch. Your brain short circuits at the sight, the moan that leaves your mouth is filthy. You clench around Denki and the toy harder when your eyes land on the full-length mirror sitting parallel to you and Denki by the couch. Your breath hitches at the sight, you look completely fucked out of your mind.

Denki leans over you again, pressing you further into the couch as he continues to fuck into you. “Look at you, such a filthy mess. Letting me fuck you like this, with all those people just outside that door.” You whine, unable to take your eyes off the mirror. Denki’s tuxedo pants barely hang off his waist, your breasts spilling over the front of your dress. The long skirt of your dress held tightly in Denki’s grip pushed up and over your ass. “So good for me sunshine, greedy little pussy taking me so well. Look at how wet you are. Can you see your juices dripping down your thigh?” You whine as Denki continues whispering dirty things in your ear.

You drink in the view from the mirror, Denki's face is flushed red, his hair just as disheveled as yours. You focus on the way he looks fucking into you, the sight of his hips meeting your exposed ass, soft flesh giving way as you push back against him. You're able to watch Denki's face contort in pleasure for a moment before his honey gold eyes meet yours through the mirror and he gives you that goofy smile you love so much. You can't really process the feeling of watching yourself getting fucked, but you know that it makes the knot forming in your belly ever tighter.

“You’ve been so good for me tonight, do you think you deserve to cum sunshine?” the vibrator picks up again, strong pulses against your clit and you can't help the cry that leaves you. Denki shushes you hand coming over to cover your mouth his eyes never leaving yours through the mirror. You moan desperately into his palm, the sight of his fingers in your mouth through the mirror driving you insane. “Desperate little thing, it's almost like you want them to hear you. Is that what you want baby? Want someone to walk in on us and see how much of a greedy cock slut you are for me?” His words make you clench around him and he chuckles before pulling out and away from you fully. A desperately frustrated huff leaving you at the loss of contact.

You slump into the couch muscles sore, but the thought is quickly whipped away as the vibrator picks back up again. Denki helps you roll onto your back warm callous hands collecting the juices dripping down your thigh. With a smirk, Denki brings his slick coated fingers up to his mouth “So sweet just for me.” He purrs, trailing his fingers up your thigh again, small electric shocks stemming from his fingers and spread through your whole body, you can't help the plea's that slip from your lips.

“De- Denki please.” You whimper reaching your hands out to him, soft golden eyes staring into yours as he smiles down at you. “Alright come here Sunshine.” Denki coos gently bunching up the front of your dress, pulling the delicate fabric up and having you hold it in one hand. Denki ever so gently pulls the toy out of you, a desperate whine slipping from your lips, displeased with the feeling of being empty but the thought is quickly dispelled as he sinks into you again. Denki leans into you for a kiss guiding your legs up to settle on his hips as he picks up his pace again.

“So fucking sexy Sunshine, you feel so good like this my beautiful baby girl.” You bring a hand up to his hair tugging on it slightly. Denki chuckles warm callus fingers finding their way to your clit causing you to cry out. “You held on for so long sunshine, you did so good. But now it's time to let go yeah? Do you think you can do that for me, baby, do you think you can cum all over my cock like a good girl?” You don’t answer, unable really to form coherent thoughts, but concentrate instead on Denki. The sound of his thighs slapping against your ass as he fucks you, the way his hair feels beneath your fingers, the previous images of your reflections in the mirror. The delicious stretch of his cock as he fucks into you, his warm finger circling your clit, the filth he's whispering in your ear. Your eyes meet his honey-gold ones, Denki gives you a soft love-struck smile leaning in to kiss your forehead, then another tenderly on your lips.

“That’s my girl, I've got you,” Denki mumbles into your hairline, a gentle shock from his quirk on your already abused clit sends you over the edge and your cumming. Your cries are muffled against his tux jacket as Denki fucks you through your orgasm. You shut your eyes tight, toes curling in your heels. The pleasure that had been building all night finally releasing in a wave.

You go limp as your orgasm subsides, Denki stilling in you. Trailing kisses along your face and stroking your hair as you come down from your high. You bask in each other for a moment, nuzzling into his neck a happy content sigh leaving you. Denki pulls out of your abused pussy a few moments later and you whine. He chuckles teasing you about how pretty you look fucked out like that, juices dripping down your thigh but you can't really concentrate on his words.

You hear him as he cleans himself up before helping you sit up peppering your face with soft kisses, the smile never leaving his face. “God, I love you so much you know that?” He helps you up and you smile, leaning up for a kiss as he helps you off the couch and onto unsteady legs. Denki coos helping you smooth down your dress, and fiddles with your hair. You fuss with his clothes, fixing his tuxedo jacket and tie when you're done, he pulls you into his side and you both take a quick look in the mirror.

Laughter spills over both of your lips at the sight, Denki’s hair is a mess from where you’d been gripping it like crazy. Your dress is a little crooked and your lips are swollen, you chuckle as Denki wipes at the thighs of his pants. “At least it's dark, no one will notice it's wet.” You roll your eyes at him and turn to him fully leaning up a little bit to kiss him on the lips.

“I love you.” You whisper, Denki’s goofy grin goes soft as he strokes your cheek.

“I love you too Sunshine.” the soft smile on your face turns wicked then leaning down to pick up your discarded masks and the toy Denki had tossed on the floor.

“So, do you wanna mingle some more,” You ask with a smile on your face as you pull your mask on and hand Denki his.

“Or?” He asks adjusting the mask to his face head tilted cutely to the side as you open the door to the ballroom the noise of the party flooding into your small sanctuary. Denki comes over and you lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Or we can go home, and you can let me wrap my lips around your cock and return the favor.” you whisper into his ear, the way his golden eyes light up is all the answer you really need.

You catch Midnight waving as you and Denki head out for the night, a knowing smirk plastered on her face. Denki chuckles rubbing the back of his neck as you duck out of the venue throwing a wave behind him.

“She’s never gonna let this go is she.” You chuckle leaning your head against Denki as you settle into the limo for the ride home. He laughs, taking your hand in his and running this thumb over your knuckles before bringing your hand up to his lips.

“What that we fucked at one of her parties? No probably not.” you both break out in soft giggles as another mischievous idea sparks in the blond.

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Never Have I Ever | Changbin (3/?)

pairing: seo changbin x reader (fem)

genre: university au, awkward friends to ? something more? smut, house party

tw: sex, attempted date rape (spiked drink), mild panic attack, unprotected sex, penetration, cursing, praising, mild dom!changbin kink, oral sex (fem;receiving), fighting?

word count: 6.8k

ch.one | ch.two

synopsis: you’re forced to face Changbin after ghosting him for weeks, and things happen.

note: I suffered A LOT writing this so please SUFFER WITH ME. Shout out to sera aka @seraplantery for thirsting over changbin with me and his new fresh undercut as i wrote this 🥺 you the real one✨ again, i would love it if you let me know what you thought about this etc. i would love to interact more with those you read my fics!! 🥰 feel free to drop ideas or suggestions/requests in my inbox~ ps. if you would like to be added to the tag list for ✨NHIE✨ please let me know via inbox/message ❤️

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“Spill it, sister.” The way Hyunjin crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently reminded you of your mother when you were in high school, waiting for a confession after sneaking out to a party the night before with the guys.

Suddenly, the ramen hanging out of your mouth that linked to your chopsticks seemed one hundred times more interesting than looking at Jinnie. He was good at seeing through your lies but mostly because you were such a bad liar.

When your only response was a shrug, he let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve been acting sus for days now.”

“How?” You asked, still avoiding his gaze, sipping on your straw.

“Well, for starters, you’ve stopped pestering us about what happened at the party.” He eyed you up and down. “Did you remember?”

“Just that we watched a hot ass morning sex video.” You said wiggling your eyebrows. “Really, there’s nothing going on.”

That was a lie.

The only thing that was running through your mind most of the time these days was Changbin. Since that night you went to see him you couldn’t stop thinking about his touch. His skin. His lips. The way he tasted. Changbin got your number from Chan, but you were avoiding him. He wasn’t one to chase or push either, so when you didn’t reply to his first message he didn’t send another.

Chan already interrogated you about the night he walked in on you blowing Changbin, and asked why you haven’t talked to him. You could only assume Changbin told Chan you were ghosting him, and Chan knowing you like the back of his hand decided to mediate. You were grateful, because he never judged you for being an asshole or ghosting people. You were always like this and you had been told by many people that you were “too much”, but not Chan. That’s what made you love him and run to him. Even when you didn’t run to him because you were too self-conscious and didn’t want to annoy him, he’d go to you. Talking with Chan helped you realize you didn’t know anything at all and that it would all be okay regardless.

“You know what your problem is, (Y/N)?” Chan started two weeks after you went to see Changbin at his apartment.

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” You were laying upside down on your couch, feet hanging over the backrest next to Chan who was sitting upright typing away on his laptop.

“You avoid thinking about your feelings. Instead of trying to face them head on and figure them out, you just run away.”

Ouch. The truth of his words stung.

“Just slap me next time will ya?” He rolled his eyes at your remark.

“I’m serious.” He closed his laptop placing it on the coffee table before giving you his full attention taking your hand in his as if you were a child. “Look, you know I love you. I care about you and I want to see you happy. That’s why we need to figure this out together. Tell me, when you look at Changbin, what do you feel?”

That was a tough question to answer. “Do I really have to think about that?” You whined.

“Yes.” He said sternly in his dad voice. “We’re going to figure this out together because if not you’re just going to continue this vicious cycle forever and I won’t stand by it.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes trying to find something, anything that you could put into words.

The image of seeing Changbin for the first in over a year at Seungmin’s house party at the start of summer came rushing back. You were sitting at the bar table in the wide living room of Seungmin’s mansion in a champagne slip dress and red lips talking your half tipsy ass off with your girl friend when she gasped at a hot guy who walked in. The place was overflowing with bodies, the heat made your skin slightly damp and the music was loud. There was a mixture of cigarette smoke and the smell of booze flowing in the air, basically it smelled like a good time.

“Who’s that hottie coming in with Felix?” She had asked shouting over the DJ and pointing at the door with her free hand, drink in the other.

Your heart had stopped and the smile you had plastered on your face slowly faded as you saw Changbin walk in, leather jacket, hood up, hat covering his features, but you knew it was him. He was scanning the crowed, high-fiving and bro hugging Seungmin and Minho as they found him. Minho had turned to find you amongst the crowd and nodded your way, Changbin found you but turned away. He never went up to you that night and you didn’t either.

“I feel sad.” You admitted, voice only slightly above a whisper.

“That’s good, (Y/N). That’s a good place to start.”

[three days later]

“Another party?”

Everyone was gathered around in your apartment eating your food and playing video games.

“Yeah, my parents are going overseas again so it’s the perfect time. I think we all could use a good old fashion house party.” Seungmin, respectable Virgo though he may be, was notorious for his house parties. He always had the best DJ’s, the best drinks and most importantly a big house.

“God knows we need to let loose, especially (Y/N).” Felix smirked over at you wiggling his eyebrows, blocking the pillow you threw at him.

“Besides, it’ll be funner this time since Changbin is back and we’ve been hanging out.” The room went quiet at Jeongin’s comment, just the video game sounding in the background “Oh… was I not suppose to say that?”

“Just focus on your game the grown ups are talking.” Hyunjin hushed the younger boy. “Everything is set to go we just need to go shopping.”

“We?” Everything sounded amazing except parties meant socializing, dressing up and being in public. You had a love hate relationship with parties, about as much as you had a love hate relationship with everything else in life.

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The weekend came faster than you could have hoped for and that mean the party did too. All you could think about was how you planned to avoid Changbin, though it shouldn’t be too hard in a house that big. You did it once before. The truth was, maybe you were scared to genuinely fall for him, just as he had said he was afraid of falling of falling for you. The only thing you knew how to do when you were unsure of anything was to run away.

Chan was right and you knew it. Your flight instinct was all you were good at but even you knew it would be your downfall eventually.

“Wear this. From your bestest friend in the whole wide world – Jinnie”

Hyunjin stopped by while you were in the shower and shouted a quick goodbye, reminding you to not be “late” to the party before rushing back out in less than a minute. You pulled your towel closer to your cold body before opening the top of the box and pulling out a really short, strappy, silk red slip dress.

“Does he want me to die of hypothermia?” you mumbled to yourself before doing your hair and make up. All the while constantly checking your phone to keep tabs on Chan’s eta. The best you could do was curl your hair and do some basic face makeup since you loved striking more with red lips rather than heavy eyes. Since the party had a rave vibe you opted for a way heavier highlight than normal and sprinkled a bit of body glitter along your collarbones and shoulders.

“(Y/N), I’m here !” Chan’s voice rang out as you heard him shuffling from the entrance to your room.

“Are you rea– damn girl, who are you?” He stopped dead in his tracks taking you in from head to toe.

“Fuck, this is too slutty right?” You turned from your long mirror to face Chan.The dress fit you well enough, but it was so short and low cut you thought your boobs would fall out at one wrong move, not that you had much to begin with, but this dress sure made it seem like you had a decent amount of cleavage. “Shit, I need to find something else to wear. I swear Hyunjin just wants to make me look like–”

“No! Don’t you dare, you look amazing, you are totally wearing that tonight. Just take a good coat so you don’t get sick.” Just like Chan to nag, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

By the time you both made it to the party it was close to 10pm, definitely late. The taxi left you at the gate at the bottom of a small hill. Making your way up you were grateful you opted for a pair of black boots instead of heels. There were a lot of people making their way up to the house and people spilling out of the house as you got closer. The bass could be heard since you stepped out of the taxi and the closer you got the sounds of chatter, heavy laughter and shouting got louder. Crowds made you nervous but holding on to Chan’s arm made you feel better. After a few drinks you wouldn’t be as nervous or anxious. Alcohol had a way of numbing just about anything.

Stepping into the house the heat of bodies welcomed you, almost immediately encouraging you to take off your coat before handing it to Chan who in turn put it, along with his in the hallway closet. You were familiar enough with Seungmin’s house to be able to use certain areas of his place that would otherwise be deemed unappropriated for others.

“Welcome, welcome friends.” Seungmin said greeting you and Chan with a hug. Hyunjin and Felix followed close behind.

“Wow, (Y/N) that dress looks so much better than I imagined!” Hyunjin didn’t trust your sense of taste when it came to party or club attire so he had the habit of picking things up for you ever since you all started partying and clubbing together junior and senior year of high school.

Felix handed you a drink with a sympathetic look, maybe your nervous were louder on your face than you realized. You looked around the crowd trying to see if you could spot Changbin’s figure but by the looks of it he wasn’t here. Even though you were avoiding him, your heart still sank a little.

Get it together, you scolded yourself.

Before you knew it you found yourself on the dance floor passing between Hyunjin, Felix and a couple of strangers. Drinks and shots started to blur as your nervous melted and you started to feel slightly dizzy at the heat and bass filling your chest. The black lights made everything neon and colorful, there were even bubble machines that left residue of shimmer on everyone’s hair, face and body as they burst.

“Whoa– whoa!” Hyunjin shouted as you grinded your ass on a guy, making you laugh and push the stranger away before turning back to Hyunjin, throwing your arms around his neck and his hanging lazily on your hips. Felix had gone off somewhere, probably the bathroom. “Do you think Changbin will show up?”

You shrugged, not wanting to ruin the fun you were having. “Who knows.”

Eventually, you found yourself alone on the dance floor still as Hyunjin went to look for Felix, probably to do other things with him.

The vibrations of the song were filling you when you felt a pair of hands grab your waist letting you know someone was there, but you couldn’t see who since they were behind you. You let your body lean back into the stranger swaying to the song coming out of the loud speakers. He felt strong and warm though he reeked of weed which immediately turned you off, but you didn’t leave him enjoying his body instead.

“Let’s grab a drink.” The stranger said, grabbing your wrist and leading you off the dance floor, weaving you through the crowd. He wasn’t half bad looking, though, the thought came to you like second nature... but he wasn’t Changbin.

You leaned against the bar, letting the coolness of the marble run up the length of your arms, without thinking you placed your forehead down the bar top to cool off a bit. It felt good against your hot skin and the heat of the room.

“Here you go.” The stranger said handing you the drink with a cocky smile.

You thanked him raising the drink to your lips. He had a dark glint in his eyes that made you hesitate. “Fuck!” You shouted as someone grabbed the wrist you were holding your drink with, jerking it away.

“What the fuck did you put in this?” It was Changbin. You froze as he grabbed the glass out of your hand, still holding onto you. He shoved the glass in the guys face, “Drink it.”

“No way, I got that for her.” He said disgust in his voice, knocking the glass out of Changbin’s hand. It shattered on the floor, but you hardly heard a thing over the loud music that was playing. “What? Is she your bitch?”

“She’s not a bitch and what she is to me is none of your fucking business.” Changbin got between you and the guy, shoving his chest.

Fuck, this was not good. You desperately looked around for Chan or Jisung, anyone that could stop Changbin better than you could. You’d seen him in enough fights to know this wouldn’t end well. Of all the good qualities Changbin had, holding back was not one of them.

“What the fuck man, I was just trying to have a little fun.” The guy shoved Changbin back, though it didn’t have much effect since Changbin had a pretty solid build.

“’A little fun’ by what? By spiking a girls drink? You must be one desperate piece of shit if you can’t get a single girl to sleep with you of their own free will.” Changbin’s words made you go cold.

Did he spike your drink when you weren’t looking?

“No, it’s just funner when their helpless.” The guy retorted.

You could feel the rage boil up in Changbin and spill over seconds before he threw his fist connecting it with the guy’s jaw, sending him stumbling into a crowd. The guy couldn’t recover before Changbin grabbed him by the collar throwing him on the ground and shoving a knee into his chest hitting him again and again.

“You low life piece of shit, I hope you rot in hell.” He said between every punch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck where the hell was everyone when you needed them?! You desperately wanted Changbin to stop fighting. The fact that they had garnered a crowd of on lookers but no one was stepping in annoyed you.

“Changbin, stop!” You pleaded but when he didn’t respond you grabbed his arm just as he was bracing to throw it again, “Please, stop!”

Changbin tensed as he turned to face you, his eyes were scary.. on fire with rage. Your eyes must have been desperate because you could feel his anger slowly start to dissipate. For a moment it was as if everything went quiet and all you could hear was your breathing and heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The stranger seized the moment and opening to escape from under Changbin’s hold and book it into the crowd shoving a few people out of the way.

“Fuck.” Changbin mumbled watching the guy run off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

He helped you to your feet before taking you by the hand and leading you around the bar and up the grand stairwell. His pace was a little faster than what you normally walked and with the alcohol running rampant in your veins you stumbled and struggled to keep up with him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was gripping your hand so tight you knew even if you tripped enough to fall, he would catch you.

The hallway lead off to various rooms and people were piling around room entrances and playing various games from drinking games to board games. The bass still sounded throughout the house, but you could hear a little more clearly from up here.

“Get the fuck out,” Changbin pulled you into Seungmin’s room where two people were making out on his couch. “Now.” He ordered.

The couple glanced at each other but did as they were told, which was good on their part. Changbin was scary when he was mad. You were dreading whatever was about to happen because he pulled you away from the crowd probably to scold you for almost getting yourself drugged.

The couple left closing the door behind them leaving you in a dim lit room with Changbin angrily pacing back and forth.

“You are so reckless!” Changbin’s voice made you flinch. You know he didn’t mean to, but he still needed to learn how to control his anger. “Why would you take a drink from someone you don’t know?”

All you could do was wrap your arms around yourself and avoid Changbin’s eyes. You felt like you could melt under his gaze, or burn.

“There are bad guys out there, (Y/N), just waiting for you to let your guard down enough so they can take advantage of you.” He was saying it with good intentions but that still didn’t make you any less angry about it.

“So, what the hell am I suppose to do then? Just not go out? Not drink or have any fun?” Your argument was weak but you hated being pushed around. Especially by Seo Changbin.

“That’s not the point, (Y/N) and you know it.” He stopped pacing taking an abrupt step towards you, your back hit the wall. He took another step cornering you in.

From this close you could smell his cologne, warm and musky. His chest was rising higher than normal, his anger still evident in his eyes and the way he set his jaw. Damn he looks so hot... wait shut up this is not the right time, you tried shaking the thought away but Changbin hit the wall next to your head making you jump.

“Look at me.” His voice was strained.

“Make me.” You challenged, the words leaving your lips before you could filter them out as this is a really bad idea, don’t say that.

He grabbed your jaw fingers digging into your cheeks forcing you to meet his gaze. It annoyed you how much that turned you on, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to control your lust.

“Do you like it when I get rough with you, is that it?” Changbin squeezed a little tighter until you opened your eyes meeting his. Fuck, was all you could think.

“Maybe.” You replied raising an eyebrow. “Maybe I just want to see you go insane.”

His dark laugh made you tremble.

“You know what drives me insane?” He sneered, “The fact that we had one decent, open conversation and then you ghost me like a fucking stranger you met off Tinder.”

To be fair, you knew it was coming. You shoved him off, crossing the room before slumping down on the couch, kicking your boots off and crossing one leg over the other so you wouldn’t flash him by accident.

He watched you from across the room as you noticeably gathered your thoughts before starting, “I.. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Changbin threw his head back in disbelief laughing before angrily asking if you were serious. You didn’t reply which seemed to only set him off even more. He crossed the large room in three strides before sitting down on the coffee table right in front of you leaning forward, elbows on his knees, face resting in his hands; but you didn’t flinch or shrink away this time.

“Then why did you do that to me?” His voice was lower now, his eyes were closed as if he was struggling just to say those words. As if he was trying to hid the hurt that was laced in that question.

“Because I wanted you to feel the same hurt that I felt when you abandoned me.” The words stumbled out of your mouth again before you could stop them.

You both froze.

It’s not something you consciously had thought out, but as soon as you said it you realized that was it. That was the real reason you were avoiding him, you wanted to get back at him. You wanted him to feel the same pain and loneliness you did when he left. Of what could have been but wasn’t.

“That’s fair.” Changbin concluded before straightening his back. “I don’t blame you.”

You sized him up trying to find any trace that he was lying, but he seemed a little more relaxed now. His shoulders were slack, his breathing was normal, eyes serious.

“Really?”

He nodded. “There is one thing though.” He said placing his hand on your knee before pushing it off your other leg. “I haven’t repaid you for that one time at the apartment.”

Your eyes widened as he pushed your legs apart. “Wh–what are you doing?”

He smirked at your sudden shyness. “I told you. Paying you back.”

“No, no it’s okay, I swear, just don’t mention it.” You clumsily shot up before stepping a safe distance away suddenly cursing yourself for being barefoot.

He laughed with his whole chest before standing up straight. “Come on, you were not this shy sucking me off.”

Your cheeks were burning, you were positive your face was the same color as your dress. Changbin made his way over to you, pushing your hair back behind your shoulder. The closeness of his body, the way his eyes made trails down your neck and collarbones made you tremble again, you tried crossing your arms to keep yourself still.

He noticed you shaking.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s really okay if you don’t want to. I would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with.” His voice was soft, worried.

“It’s not that,” You trailed off averting your gaze. “It’s just I’ve never been... You know.”

“Never what?” He raised his eyebrow in that way that said, I don’t believe you,”I know you’re not a virgin.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Of course not, I mean the,” You flailed with your hand trying to get the point across without explicitly saying it, “I’ve never.. you know.”

Realization dawned on his features, “Oh... you’ve never been eaten out?”

“Fuck, yes, Changbin. That. God.” The fact that he said it out loud made you even more shy.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He said before pinching your cheek and biting his lip.

“This room’s taken.” Changbin called as a couple walked in barely keeping each other on their feet. He shoved them out before closing and locking the door behind them.

“Changbin!” You squeaked as he rushed back over to you, picking you up off the ground and carrying you to the bed before tossing you easily on it. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Who let you wear this dress?” He asked pulling at it teasingly; undressing you with his eyes.

“Jinnie bought it for me.” You replied. He took off his jacket, the sleeves of his black shirt were cut off revealing his biceps. “Been working out?” You asked not hiding your want anymore.

“Like what you see?” Changbin asked before pulling your legs towards him so your bum was at the end of the mattress.

You nodded, biting the tip of your finger as you gazed up at him. He ran his hands up your calves and thighs before tugging you a little closer to the edge.

“When did you get so buff?” You asked half teasing. He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you know just looking out for my health.”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes laughing.

There was silence as Changbin took you in again, staring down at you, his face unreadable as always. “Would it be okay if we forgot everything for a little while?”

His words made you catch your breath in your chest. Your fingertips grazed his hands on your thighs, slowly back and forth before nodding hesitantly, “That sounds fun” You breathed.

Changbin smiled before slipping his hands under your dress and slowly pulled down your lacy black panties. He got on his knees and spread your legs open, the motion made you squeeze your eyes shut squeaking in the process, covering your face with your hands.

“Ah, what? Don’t tell me you’re still shy.” Changbin laughed before placing small kisses on the inside of your thighs, switching between the two. There was a soft romantic song playing in the distance, so you tried to focus on it to calm your increasing heartbeat as Changbin kissed and sucked small spots on your sensitive skin.

His breath was warm as were his lips and his hands felt like they were burning on your thighs. It wasn’t long until you felt your body longing for more of him. He noticed the way your breathing started to come slightly quicker, the way your legs started to unconsciously shake with want and desire. He saw the way you bit your lip trying to keep yourself from making any sound, and the way you covered your eyes with your arm, hand clenched into a fist.

He smirked wanting to make you break.

“Oh, my god.” You breathed as you felt his tongue trace along your folds. You trembled at his warm touch. He liked the way you looked from this point of view and the way you tasted on his tongue.

His mouth found your clit and you let out a “Fuck,” as he drew circles with his tongue, the sensation sending waves of pleasure that you had never felt before. It was so much better than touching yourself. He went between licking you up and circling your clit occasionally sucking on it making you whimper.

“That feels so so good,” Your hands found their way into his hair pushing it out of his eyes, he looked sexy from here.

“I’m glad you like it,” He hummed still at your core, the vibrations of his voice against your clit making you shake.

You could feel the heat starting to rise, the way that familiar knot was forming in your core.

But suddenly, you remembered the guy on the dance floor. The way he smelled of weed, the way he pushed his body against your back. The way he lead you off the dance floor and handed you the drink. The drink you almost drank, the one he drugged to...

The sensation hit you like a truck after a few minutes and you could feel the pleasure start to change into something else, your breathing was coming out faster and heavier. The walls of the room started to close in and you felt like you might pass out. Your thighs were trembling and Changbin had to hold them open to keep you from trying to close them.

“Changbin I– I– fuck, I–,” you couldn’t form a coherent sentence and panic started to rise in your chest. There were black dots starting to dance across your vision, you felt claustrophobic, “Shit, it’s really heavy. Changbin, please,”

“Please what?” He asked, noticing panic in your voice. But you couldn’t speak all you could do was clench his hair making him stop.

“I– I need to catch my breath.” Fuck why were you panicking now. You sat up clenching your chest trying to focus your breathing. Changbin was sitting back on his knees, he grabbed your face between his hands trying to get you to focus on him.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay just look at me. Focus on me.” His eyes and voice were calm but you felt a small part of you unraveling. Your chest hurt from how hard you were trying to breath, you tried closing your eyes but Changbin got your attention again, “No, (Y/N) look at me, keep focusing on me. I’m here. I’m real.”

Your eyes desperately searched his face trying to center yourself.

“The guy fro–from be–before, I– I’m having a p–anic attack,” You chocked out trying to at least tell him what was happening. It wasn’t the first time he saw you panic, but it had been a very long time.

“Okay, baby, don’t worry I’m right here. Just breathe. Can you tell me five things you can see? Come on, just five little things.” You could only see a small glint of desperation in his eyes.

“H–hair,” You chocked out looking at his dark hair, “Eyes,” His eyes that felt like home...

“That’s great, baby, really great. Three more. Just tell me three more little things you see.” Changbin encouraged, hands warm against your cheeks.

“Nose” that you loved to pinch when you would tease him in high school, “Cheeks,” they were flushed, “Lips,” they were soft and still wet from eating you out, your eyes stayed there.

“Great. Now four things you can touch.”

Your breathing was still heavy but you were a tiny bit calmer. You touched the bed for a few seconds, your dress, his hair and his hands on your face.

“Three things you can hear.” He continued calmly, voice like honey.

You concentrated, “rain, piano, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Beer and... your cologne.” Your eyes were closed but you were almost in complete control again.

“That’s amazing baby, now tell me one thing you can taste,”

“Dos XX.” You opened your eyes, he was smiling softly. “Damn it, Changbin I’m so sorry.”

You felt so guilty for freaking out like that. It was something that was out of your control but you still felt guilty and week for letting it overtake you like that. Especially now of all moments.

Changbin stayed on his knees looking up at you. You felt so embarrassed. Why did that have to happen now, you cursed yourself again. It had been months since your last panic attack but something about the way that guy tried to drug you made you lose your mind.

You pulled Changbin’s arm tugging him to join you on the bed. “Can you hug me for a bit, please?”

He chuckled before kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed. He pulled your body back with him as he sat up right against the headboard. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as you settled between his legs. He rested his chin on your shoulder half mumbling half singing the lyrics to I will follow you into the dark and swaying you gently. You closed your eyes relaxing against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he sang the sweet words into your ear. You felt at home in his arms, they were strong and safe. Like a fortress.

After a while of being like this you shifted in his embrace enough to where you could look up at him.

“What?” He asked half worried half smiling.

“Thank you for saving me. Or well, not saving me but you know... saving me. I didn’t realize the guy was a total scumbag. I should have been more careful.” You looked down fiddling with your fingers.

Changbin was quiet for a long time before responding. “If you let me be near you again, I promise I will always keep you safe.”

You met his gaze again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, yes, I like you. A lot, actually. But I understand if you don’t want to be with me in that way or at least not right now, but it would be really great if we could try being friends again.. like before.”

Like before.

That’s all you had ever wanted. Was to go back to how things had been before, but you weren’t sure if that was even possible anymore. So much at had changed, everything was different. You were different.

“Can we go back to forgetting everything... Just for a little while longer?” You asked placing your hand on his neck, pulling his lips down to yours. You felt tired from the panic attack, but you need to feel something. Something that would replace the fear.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Changbin asked, he was hesitating against your lips.

You nodded pulling him into a kiss, your hands getting lost in his hair. Everything seemed to rush, the way your teeth teased his lips and his yours. The way you shifted yourself to lay down on your back pulling Changbin on top of you as you did. The way his hands slipped under your dress feeling your cold skin, and yours tugging his shirt desperately. You pulled the shirt over his head tossing it to the side before he went back to your lips shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could still taste yourself on his tongue and you blushed.

“I really want you to fuck me.”

Changbin chocked at your comment before laughing, “Damn, you can be really bold sometimes. I like it.”

He wasted no time unbuckling his belt buck, he looked so sexy doing it biting his lip, he knew what he could do to you. Changbin discarded the rest of his clothes and pulled your dress off surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra.

“What?” You teased.

“Nothing, you’re just really hot.” His lips were hot on your chest, trailing down your stomach and back up again. His hands massaging your boobs before taking one in his mouth, he nibbling on your nipple the sensation making you whimper.

You pulled him by his hair back up to your lips, your legs wrapping around his bare waist pulling his naked body to yours.

“If you make me wait any longer I’m going to go crazy,” You whined pouting at Changbin making him laugh. “Oh, fuck,” he said shaking his head, “I don’t have a condom, I forgot my wallet at home...” At this point you were so turned on you just wanted to hit him, but you needed him so desperately.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Either way, I trust you.” You looked at him as you consented, before pulling his body closer to yours. The tip of his throbbing cock was teasing your entrance and you whined pushing your hips to get closer to him.

Changbin tsked, “You’re so impatient baby girl.”

“I need you, I don’t want to feel afraid anymore.” You didn’t care that the words sounded dumb or selfish, it was the truth.

“You don’t need to be afraid with me around.” He hummed into your neck brushing his head against your cheek, his hair was soft and smelled of mint. “I’ll keep you safe.” his words gave you chills.

“I know that, Changbin.” You didn’t, but you wanted to.

He slowly pushed his tip into your entrance making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Look at me,” Changbin said grabbing your jaw in the way that was starting to feel familiar. “I want you to know that it’s me, that it’s me and no one else.”

You picked up on what he was hinting at, because there were things he noticed that you didn’t. Like what may or may not trigger another panic attack. He was right, so you kept your eyes open, watching as his face scrunched up as he pushed himself into your pussy stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck that’s tight.” He groaned, voice raspy and deep. “Fuck.”

He waited for you to adjust before continuing to move slowly in and out. You were still slick from before, so even though he filled you up it felt so good. The way he kissed your neck, and left love marks made you whine and tell him how much you had always wanted to do this.

“How many times have you thought about fucking me?” He asked, sitting back on his knees and pulling your waist higher to fuck you at a better angle. These types of positions always made you a little self conscious since he had a full frontal view, but you felt safe under his gaze.

“Too many to count.” You admitted laughing before moaning as he picked up the pace in time to the song that was playing downstairs. The friction felt like heaven and you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to turn into little knots. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

“Since the day I met you,” Changbin confessed between moans. “Fuck (Y/N) you feel so fucking good.”

“Changbin,” You moaned his name, eyes rolling back shut. You arched your back slightly as he pounded into you, the increased pace was making you feel hotter. “Fuck, if I would have known you were this good I would have asked you to fuck me sooner.”

He laughed at your vulgar comment, “Where? Like at the hide out?” He slammed into you again making you curse, your walls starting to clench around his cock.

“Yeah, that would have been really fun.” You found his hand and squeezed it. “Shit, I’m getting really close.” “Don’t worry baby you can cum whenever you want.” His words made you go crazy, and he praised you telling you how well you were doing. He pulled your legs up over his shoulder and bottoming you out with each and every thrust.

“Changbin, don’t stop.” You moaned as the sound of his skin slapping yours echoed louder and louder, Changbin’s breathing was hitching and you knew he was about to cum too. “Fuck,” The knots in your stomach turned into heatwaves as you released onto Changbin, he slammed into you harder and faster the friction making you see stars.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Changbin moaned your name as he came in you, his hot white liquid filling you up and you loved the way it felt. “Shit.”

He fell on your chest letting your legs rest on either side of him, you both struggled to catch your breath but the sound was sweet in your ears. Changbin kept telling you how beautiful you looked in this mess and how amazing you felt. You ran your fingers through his wet hair, admiring his beautiful features as he rested on your chest.

“Hands down,” Changbin breathed, swallowing his spit to hydrate his dry throat, “My favorite.”

You waited for him to finish his thought but he didn’t.

“Your favorite what?” You probed, putting your arm on your forehead still coming down from your high.

“Oh, my favorite sex round.” He said still breathing heavy, laughing. The sound echoing in your chest.

“Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing.” You agreed. Changbin pulled himself out of you slowly before settling next to you pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat return to normal, the sound bringing you peace.

His hand traced the curve of your waist, and he did that for long time.

Eventually you both fell asleep and sometime through the night, decided to just keep sleeping getting comfortable under the covers and Changbin’s skin pressed against yours.

It was the first night in a long time where you felt like you actually rested well. The morning light woke you and for a few seconds you started to panic, until you saw Changbin’s sleeping face next to yours. Then you remembered the night before, and the amazing things you felt. You calmed your heart and snuggled back into his chest.

“Mm?” he mused lightly.

“Shh, sorry for waking you.” You whispered wrapping your arms around him tightly. He chuckled and fell back asleep in seconds.

That was until Seungmin walked through the door and started yelling every curse word in the book, “What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing in my bed. Wait, fuck, what the hell did you guys do in my bed? Don’t tell me you fucking had sex in my bed that is so fucking gross. Ew! I hate you guys, we’re not friends anymore, get the hell out of my house and wash the damn sheets before you leave I’m telling Chan on you guys..” Seungmin stormed out of the room continuing his rant.

You and Changbin exchanged looks before bursting out laughing.

“I really hope this doesn’t turn into an everyday thing when we have sex.” Changbin said whipping a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. First Chan and now Seungmin.

You prayed to the gods the same thing.

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Long Nights - playlist

You can find it on Spotify here.

Eddie Vedder - Long nights

I’ve already talked about it in another post a bit, so--

For the first time, I had a full series figured out even before I started writing. All the arcs, main plot points, even the final conversation! I even had a 3h long playlist with all the songs that would come in handy along the way, but still, none of them was the one (so basically same thing that happened with Smoke series)

I started thinking about the main theme and/or drive for our new Reader, and then it hit me. There already is a story with that vibe, and it has such an amazing soundtrack.

So I opened Spotify and browsed through the album.

And I found it.

The overall mood was not something that was going to be helpful at the beginning of the series, but oh my, those lyrics were it for all the things I had planned.

//Have no fear

For when I'm alone

I'll be better off than I was before//

That’s R, all right. Not afraid to be alone, she prefers it. Nothing can hurt her, unlike when she gets too invested. Commitment issues and whatnot.

//Long nights allow me to feel...

I'm falling...I am falling

The lights go out

Let me feel

I'm falling

I am falling safely to the ground//

Knowing what I was about to put R through, this looks only fitting, don’t you think?

Chapter 1: Sigrid - Don’t kill my vibe

I could see LN!R so clearly. I wanted to explore some of my favourite rogue tropes, and she was perfect for it. In my head, she was definitely younger than the other two from my previous series. A bold type, a joker, but serious when it comes to her craft. Not with the same heavy emotional baggage (not at the start, at least - I felt like, opposed to Smoke!R who was more about distracting herself when she felt too much, our new R would be more about denial, or hiding her issues behind her jokes).

I found this song on some random playlist, and I knew it was her.

//You shut me down, you like the control

You speak to me like I'm a child

Try to hold it down, I know the answer

I can shake it off and you feel threatened by me

I tried to play it nice but

Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh

Don't kill my vibe

Oh-oh-oh, ooh, ooh

Don't break my stride//

To me, that was that moment she gets dragged into the car. Not having the obvious lies TP feeds her, definitely finding them all and the stuff they throw at her hilarious, calling them out on their bullshit without thinking twice over it.

//Guess you're surprised I'm the puzzle you can't figure out//

That got me an idea for part 2 and the coffee situation - come on, you know I can’t resist that trope when it comes to Neil, I think it’s an excellent way to get to know the characters a little bit and tell something more about the dynamic.

Tom Grennan - I might

To me, it’s another character introduction song.

//Oh I love, oh I love, love my freedom//

....you already know what I’m getting at, right?

//Don't want no one taking up my time

Staying on my mind, changing up my life

Don't want no one messing up my bed

Fucking with my head, it's no lie//

That’s her. R hates to be manipulated, that’s why she’s mad at Mahir. I didn’t want to put all the angst here, but I knew there was something deeper hidden there, after his comment about her trust issues. I didn’t know what exactly, but I knew it would come in handy later.

There was one spin on the story I was playing with - where she actually lets them all lead her on for a while, a whole elaborate ruse to get her invested and onboard, but that was a lot of drama quite early on, and I wanted this to be a lighter series (oh shush, I am well aware how that played out in the end, I tried, alright? Not my fault I apparently can’t come up with a story without sprinkling it with a shitload of angst)

//But when you look at me like that

I might//

See, this is when I stopped. I didn’t think R would be falling head over heels for Neil right from the start. That’s why the heart beating faster at the end of the chapter was supposed to be about the lock and something finally sparking her curiosity, taking her out of the boredom of everyday life.

Kings of Leon - Find me

That’s more chapter-specific.

//I really wanna know your name

See your face, know who you are, who you are

How did ya find me, how did ya find me?

What are you looking for, are you looking for

How did ya find me how did ya find me

Up in the shadow, picking up my load//

I found it quite fitting the moment R meets Neil again and he drags her to a back alley, and then again, in the car. She isn’t scared, more like fascinated, she finds the whole thing exciting, even.

American Authors - I’m born to run

Oh my god, the vibe of this song! This is that need for freedom and carelessness I needed to tap into.

//I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young

Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come

Do whatever I want like I'm born to run

I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo

I wanna be careless even if I break my bones

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young

Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

All these things I've seen and done

I live my life like I'm born to run//

The Pretty Reckless - Prisoner

Another random song I found one day while I was cooking breakfast. I was like “oooh, I dig that!” and then I listened to the lyrics and I knew I needed it for this story.

//You could have my body

But you can't have me

I know I'm a criminal

Don't you tell on me//

That’s it. Her. I knew that would be handy for the moment Neil breaks after all the teasing. And that criminal bit. I mean - come on!

Missy Elliot - Work it

(This is technically part 2 but it was messing with the flow on the playlist and I’m leaving it here)

Okay, this is quite meta and corny, because this is probably one of the oldest jokes you can find for Tenet, and I’ve been battling with myself if I should even put it here, but I referenced it in the chapter, so here we are. I’ve loved this song for years, and when I was trying to think what would R listen to while she tries to clear her head while she works on the bloody inverted lock - that was the only thing that seemed appropriate.

//Come on

Is it worth it? Let me work it

I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it

Ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gnaht ym tup i//

...you see what I mean?

Chapter 2: Praise you

God, okay, this song - when I heard it while I was working on the story, it brought a movie-like montage of scenes in front of my eyes. You know the type, when they try to show you how the time passes, how someone progressively becomes better at something. That was Neil, working on those locks. R giving him tips, then teasing him. The way he loses his cool, only to slowly gain confidence, and then how she ups her game, both of them getting their bits of satisfaction from the whole game.

//We've come a long long way together

Through the hard times and the good

I have to celebrate you baby

I have to praise you like I should//

Have I ever told you when exactly I got the idea for the series? When I was writing that hostage situation fic and the moment R remembers her lockpicking sessions. I thought - what if it was the other way around? What if that was Neil who was about to start learning about picking locks?

It had so much potential for ✨hand content✨ and how could I resist?

...And I knew that R would see what I’m seeing, and she would rather like it. And the image of a very flustered Neil while she teases the hell out of him? Yep, yep, yep.

Sam Fender - Start again

This one definitely starts that montage as well, the repetition of going over and over again. Even if the whole song is definitely heavier than I needed, I decided to keep it, mostly for this part:

//Let's start again

Let's learn to talk

Without the fear of being heard

'Cause everybody's listening to everything and everybody

Let's pull the cord

Move below

Let's start again//

Chapter 3: Billy Raffoul - Difficult

Ah, Billy. And when I found this one, I got goosebumps, because I instantly knew that if I had to choose one song for them, it would probably be this one.

//You never get lost in love, you only get lost in me

You never can get enough of whatever you think you need

No matter how hard I try I never can beat this rush

Ain't nobody get me high, feel lighter when we touch//

This fits them so well, innit? We know how R feels about this whole love thing, she enjoys a good shag, and I had a feeling that after such a build-up, that night together would be something quite amazing, for both of them.

//We never get lost in love, we only get lost in sheets

You'd rather just shut me off whenever we get too deep//

That’s the moment when they have a vibe check in the morning. They had fun. Is it gonna affect their dynamic? They’re attracted to each other, they understand one another. Can they keep it casual? We know that R can, or at least she thinks so, but what about Neil? We know he’s a soft idiot, but I specifically imagined a bit younger version of him for this story - he had to be, if he was just learning about lockpicking. So the whole “no dating, just sex” could be fine with him for a while, but would he catch feelings anyway? Probably, yeah. And sooner than later.

//And now I'm standing in the rain

And your hair, it's falling in your face

And I know we're doing the right thing//

Not the rain, but shower, kinda works too, right? And I already knew that the rain would be a pretty important factor a little bit further into the story.

//But I can't help wondering, who will take my place?//

Ouch.

//On and off, difficult

Too in love to let it go

Now, who's gonna hold me like you do?//

The emotions in this bit, dear lord. It’s this high that takes your breath away, sweeps you off your feet, scorches the reality, and leaves no survivors.

That being said, I don’t think they are really in love at this point. They really care for each other, though, that’s where the softness comes from.

//Hmm who's gonna hold you like I do?//

I literally gasped when I heard that last line. Hits right in the heart, just as I like it.

Rhys Lewis - Waking up without you

There’s something in this song that makes it incredibly sexy. It was great for the morning after vibe, where they don’t really have enough of each other yet.

//Skin on skin

We didn't finish what we started

Heart to heart

I'm missing your love//

Keir - Probably

The way it flows? How powerful the chorus is? It’s heavy, hot, and just makes my heart beat faster.

//Colliding were the walls

And I forget where I began

I wish I could remember love//

Holy fuck. It always makes me think of something awakening deep inside R, definitely not ready to be acknowledged at that moment in the story.

//Probably underneath

There's a remedy

Possibly in the air

In the oxygen I breathe

Probably//

And this part is just mind-blowing. There’s this longing there, and if that feeling isn’t perfect for something more steamy, then I don’t know what is.

Dermot Kennedy - Glory

This one just… expands my heart? I don’t know how else to explain it. Especially the chorus. And then when I think of it in the context of the story, I somehow place it in TP’s office, when Neil gets all protective and doesn’t want to risk taking Reader on a mission where something can so easily go wrong, only because he isn’t prepared enough.

//A set of eyes had pinned him

Became his version of a kingdom

She's everything the devil can't be

When she's singing to me "Glory"//

Maybe that’s when he starts to realize that he cares more than he thought.

Rhys Lewis - Living in The City

If the previous song was Neil’s perspective, we’re back to R. Just look at the lyrics:

//I've been living in the city too long

I've been given everything that I've got

Been a sinner and a saint

Crazy, and sane

I've been living in the city too long//

We’re kinda circling back to part 1, that need to skip town, right?

//There's a part of my soul that wants to let go

Wants to just run away

But the rest of my soul says I should stay

I should stay//

And now we’re back when she can say that the mission is not her problem, she did the best she could, and TP can go fuck himself. Is it just that she feels responsible for her student? Or she likes him enough so she has to make sure he succeeds and comes back? Or she sees a friend in need, something to open, and doesn’t think twice about it?

Chapter 4: Bastille - World gone mad

God, do I love this song.

//So this is where we are

It's not where we had wanted to be

If half the world's gone mad

The other half just don't care, you see

You don't want to fuck with us

British to the very last

When it feels like the world's gone mad

And there's nothing you can do about it

No there's nothing you can do about it//

It felt so accurate for the part when R gets to see all that inverted reality? There’s a slight heaviness of heart there, and it matches the mood when she feels overwhelmed. On the other hand, there’s a bit of hope, the feeling of not being alone in this mad world, and that’s all that matters.

Who’s Molly - Touch the sky

Badass. Pure and simple. It hypes you up, brings a smile to your face, makes you believe everything is possible.

//We can never see beyond that horizon.

And no one knows this road and where it's going to lead.

But there's one thing, one thing that's for certain.

We'll make it through.

If you were here with me.//

That softer bit with inverted guns. And later on, throughout the chapter. They both find comfort in each other’s presence on the mission, after all.

//I wasted so much time trying to find a meaning.

I never looked up, couldn't seem to turn around.

And then you crashed in, and you gave my life a reason.

You pick me up, so high and my feet won't touch the ground, no no no.

Never would have thought I could win this battle.

I was left for dead, every hope in tatters.

We're going to set the world alight tonight.

Cause we can touch the sky!//

That’s the excitement and fun they’re having on the training grounds, not at all stressed about what’s to come.

//Close your eyes, free your soul.

You feel it, don't try it, then you’ll never know.//

Ah, and we’re here at my favourite reference to feeling something, thank you Mr Nolan, sir, so useful.😌

Dermot Kennedy - Young & free

Another one by Dermot Kennedy, and definitely not the last.

//All that she said to me stays with me, never to die

Held me brand new in the silence that went through the pines

Like I said already darling, I don't want you looking back at all the ghosts left behind

Know you'll stay near me so road remains hopeful this time

We were young

We were free, come on now, let it go//

The little whiplash in the mud, where they share a short moment, before they follow with the crackheadery, maybe partly to push back from coming close to something more meaningful. Because it’s there already, kindling, waiting to be spotted and recognized.

James Gillespie - Don’t let me get me

Okay, so - the original song by P!nk was always something that resonated with me, so when Spotify recommended that one, I was like “okay, I’m not sure why but let’s try it.” And then it brought me to that scene in the container.

//I'm a hazard to myself

Don't let me get me

I'm my own worst enemy

It's bad when you annoy yourself

So irritating//

To be honest, I didn’t plan on R to have such a strong case of a mean brain. It was supposed to be a lighter series 🙃. But as you already know, those characters have minds of their own, and it kinda sorta happened. I knew it would be more of a simple panic than full-blown panic attacks that haunted StuckIn!R, topped with pretty loud intrusive thoughts causing her to spiral, especially when she was exhausted.

Ruelle - Oh my my

Listen to that one and tell me you don’t want to go on a sneaky mission, I dare you. I even had it noted as my title song, but then I switched to Bastille.

//I can feel it in my bones, in my bones

Hear it rumble like a drum, like a drum

Like a vapor in the wind, in the wind

You never see us creeping in, creeping in

Oh my my, oh my my

You never stood a chance

...

Ready or not, here we come//

The vibe is just amazing. The low-key hype? Is that a thing? It must be. And those drums! Even quite fitting for a patter of rain, one might argue.

Speaking of rain--

Chapter 5: Dermot Kennedy - After rain

The title alone is perfect for this chapter, but the rest of it - my poor heart. This chapter and the finale have some of the most beautiful and/or heart-wrenching songs I’ve ever heard, and this one is definitely one of them.

//But it's alright because

You cause lanterns to light

And force demons disperse

And if Lucifer may fear the swift drying of tears

Then, for evil, you could not be worse

But I see you now, yeah, I see you

And release me now, kinda like dreams do

And I see you now, was hard to see you

Just don't forget to sing

Remember everything//

So we have Neil storming off from the bathroom because he’s clearly going through something. The immense guilt brewing inside him, overflowing and backfiring, when he can’t cope with seeing her so battered, knowing that she may never fully recover, and just because he hesitated out there. The fear is there, but also other feelings he tries to keep in check now.

I had that image of R asking him to stay, then just breaking down in the darkness. I was aware it would only add to the issues Neil already had, but it would be nothing compared to the fact that she needs him, and he’d be ready to push everything that bothered him away to comfort her.

Humming a lullaby that he promised her in the container. And R recognized it (kind of), because he used parts of it to plead with her to stay with him after the fall, so she could one day hear the whole thing, because she took that rain check and she needed to cash it in, right?

...yeah, I like breaking my own heart, why? (should I write that part one day?)

//If you think just maybe it's her

Then promise me, young man, you're gonna let her know

You won't go lonely, yeah

It'll all be better in the morning

'Cause while you sleep, I'll build a wall//

Aquillo - Six feet over ground

Whenever I hear this song now, my mind goes to that scene in the bathroom.

//Today's the day I found myself alright

When I look ahead, pretend it never came.

I found a way to keep my head above

But the hardest part is to say 'No it's not'

Well I'm okay, and I'm still breathing

I'm still six feet over ground

But you don't need to know now

You don't need to know how I'm doing//

They both hide how they really feel. That they are not okay. They’re both scared, blaming themselves. Reader doesn’t want to worry Neil too much, but she also tries to convince herself that she is fine. And a moment of peace they share shatters as soon as she downplays what happened aloud, and when Neil goes off, she hides behind yet another joke, and then behind a blindfold.

Aquilo - Silhouette

The one for when R tells Neil goodnight and then can’t fall asleep. //Devil's on your shoulder

Strangers in your head

As if you don't remember

As if you can forget

It's only been a moment

It's only been a lifetime

But tonight you're a stranger

Some silhouette //

When he comes to check in on her, and something feels off. She’s lost, yet finds enough strength to ask him to stay.

//Just hold me//

Nathan Ball - Drifting

//I can see in your eyes

When you lie awake at night

You convince yourself you're fine, it's alright

To keep on drifting

With the drugs keeping you high

They catch you falling from the sky

I keep asking myself why

You stand by

And keep on drifting

…

So tell me what you hold inside

Tell the backstreets of your mind

You're still lonely as a child

Teary eyed

Kept on drifting//

Knowing our Reader a bit longer by now, I knew what would happen if she was to be left alone with her thoughts, in pain, and with Neil being weirdly distant.

Have you ever lied in bed, crying silently, trying not to wake up the person next to you but getting absolutely torn apart by the sadness roaring inside you? It’s a different kind of loneliness, not helping in the slightest when you’re biting back sobs. Anyway,--

//So take my hand and hold on

Take my hand don't let go//

That’s something that happened almost organically with these two. Part of their language, hand touches as a sign of support.

I gotta admit, I watched Shadow and Bone already being in the middle of writing the series and seeing how overused the hand-holding flashback was... it there made me slightly cringe every time it came up in the story I was writing later on. On the other hand (hah), it was so them. It had to stay.

Dean Lewis - Need you now - Acoustic

//Cold light wakes me in the morning,

Your side is empty I was calling out to you,

I was calling out to you.//

That’s the next day after R’s breakdown, but check out the next lyrics.

//But I don't need your love,

I just need your

Talking next to me when I wake up, wake up

Talking next to me when I wake up next to you,

When I'm hungover too.

Cause you're the only one who comes when I'm lonely,

You're the only one who comes when I'm lonely for you,

When I'm lonely for you.

All that I need is a sweet escape,

And all that I need is a sweet escape.

...

Cause I don't need your love

But I just need you now

And I don't need your love

I just need you now//

This, y’all, is R, still convinced that it’s not about love, and it’s so perfectly put into words, but the music and the vocals are dripping with longing, making it even more spot-on for the occasion.

RHODES - Breathe

The emotions captured in this… holy shit. They clench my chest and make me struggle for breath. This could have been a song playing in the background when R wakes up from a nap to Neil having a breakdown of his own.

//Mind break in two,

There's a light in the sky, there's a light

And it's all for you

Dawn colors all

Tell me how do you feel?

Tell me how do you need to heal?//

Looking for his hand, only to find a clenched fist. And when she realizes he’s been crying and she hears how broken he is, that’s enough to make her heart shatter, doubly so because he’s agonizing over something she feels responsible for.

//Breathe, release it all

Come on now, I'll keep you warm

Come on!

Breathe, release it all

Come on now, I need your love

Come on now!//

To me, every “come on”, repeated with urgency, is how desperate she is to make him stop spiraling down when she kisses him, and then again, more purposefully, until he gives in and comes back to her.

Circa Waves - Fire that burns - Acoustic

The one for ✨the moment✨.

//Comfort me, oh comfort me

I'm lighting up

To see the day you run for me

You run for me, my love//

Because they both seek comfort in the act, two broken people mending whole in each other’s embrace. Ultimately, finding there something more, whether they are ready to acknowledge it or not.

//But I've been tied up

For days

And I've been thinking of the things that you say

And I've been wound up

Each way

I need to let you know, to let you know today//

Neil already knows how important she is to him. And that’s what he tries to say between the choked-out words, that he thought he’d lost his chance to tell her how much she means to him.

//You call me a liar

You call me so innocent

But you lit the fire

You lit the fire that burns

The fire that burns inside us

I'm not innocent

I lit the fire, the fire, the fire

I lit the fire//

Oh yes, that bit definitely seeped into the chapter.

The XCERTS - Feels like falling in love - alternative version

//Keep yourself safe, keep yourself safe she said

You broke your own heart but there's no need to lose your head

Keep yourself sane, keep yourself sane he said

You gotta give up, give up, give up the dark

To start again//

You can see it, right?

Outlining the whole story, I knew that part 5 would be the part when they fall in love, or realize that they already might be.

//And it feels like falling in, falling in love

Yeah it feels like falling in, falling in, falling in love

Could save me tonight//

The 1975 - Fallingforyou

//According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

Feeling of your arms

I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

On this night, and in this light

I think I'm falling (I think I'm falling), I'm falling for you

And maybe you, change your mind//

They’re so vulnerable there. Everything Neil pours into the act sweeps R off her feet and she opens up and to let him feel the extent of how much she cares for him, unaware that it might be shifting into something from the territory she promised herself not to venture into. Because that’s not important then. Nothing else is. Just them. So simple.

Adam French - Weightless

The light and softness in this song remind me of another Weightless I used for the finale of the Smoke series.

That’s the moment after. Softness. Closeness. Bliss.

//I told ya that you were the only weight on my shoulders

You see you're gonna make it alright

How you're gonna make it alright

When you're gonna make it alright, alright, alright

You say your body will

Hold me in the night

...

Only you can make me weightless

...

Closer is all I ever wanted to be

There for ya so you can be confiding in me

There to break the fall

Here for everybody to see

Weightless after all//

Chapter 6: Declan J Donovan - Perfectly imperfect

I had the moment they fall in love. I knew how it was gonna end, the conversation with Mahir and how it goes from there. I thought that we need some calm before the storm that was bound to happen, and what’s better than a little domestic fluff? A time when they can see each other in a different setting, get to know one another even better. Fall even harder.

And my god, this song.

//You live like you're a secret

One that only I could know

'Cause I said

You know what I want and

I know who you are

I know when I hold you and love you

You'll get up and go before you fall apart//

...that last line hits different when you know what’s gonna happen later, right?

//I'll bring you every colour that I find

In your eyes

You wake me up

And it breaks my heart

That you're perfectly imperfect

You're hurting but you're worth it

You don't know why

I would waste my time

But I'm falling and I mean it

I want you like I need it

There's nothing you could try to change my mind

'Cause I'm in love

So call me when you want me and I'll come running

Find me waiting at your door

So tell me if you're lonely and it won't last long

'Cause I'm in love with you (you)//

That light when the song gets to the part about being in love -- there’s so much tenderness there, and it resonated with the story so much. And the perfectly imperfect line, so so good.

Bastille - Survivin’

The way the song swings and the hopeful vibe is just what I needed for this chapter.

//And I'm not gonna lie

Say I've been alright

'Cause it feels like I've been living upside down

What can I say? I'm survivin'

Crawling out these sheets to see another day

What can I say? I'm survivin'

And I'm gonna be fine

I'm gonna be fine

I think I'll be fine//

As much as Reader didn’t want Neil to be there with her for so long, she really enjoys his company, making the boring and still rather painful recovery period easier.

Ella Henderson, Tom Grennan - Let’s go home together - stripped

Ha, this one! The humour when they tease other words always brings a smile to my face. That playfulness just fits our duo’s dynamic so well.

//Maybe you'll like me the way I am//

Crazy concept, right? And with Neil learning to spot the times when she hides behind a joke, and still being there--

//Feels like I know you so well

You could be everything that I've been missing

I'm coming out of my shell

And I never do that

How did you do that?

It's like I've known you my whole life//

That’s exactly how she feels like. She intently doesn’t think about it though, because if she starts overthinking it… we know what happens. She’s allowing herself to be in the moment, however. And happy.

//You seem like someone I could be myself with, no defenses

Maybe you like me the way I am//

That brings me to all Neil’s animated rants, and how much he appreciates that she always listens. He feels accepted, and I don’t know, it melts my heart a little.

//Baby, I'm in love//

🙃

INXS - Need you tonight

I know I used a cover of this song for another playlist, but the vibe was so different, and you just have to bear with me. It’s one of those songs that sparks the ideas and images, and usually, they involve Neil being a tease and having way too much fun. And as I was plotting the chapter, I thought of R missing out on his shenanigans, and how he could make her see what he was doing, and 😳 oh my. I knew the imagination would run wild. (That definitely might have something to do with a certain scene from a certain movie and a conversation I had with M about how Neil would handle it)

//So slide over here and give me a moment

Your moves are so raw, I've got to let you know

I've got to let you know

You're one of my kind

I need you tonight

'Cause I'm not sleepin'

There's somethin' about you, girl

That makes me sweat//

That’s one sexy song, don’t judge me.

Dermot Kennedy - Days like this

Oh, would you look at that, it’s Dermot again! This one is for that scene on the balcony.

That quiet contentment, like everything fell in its place and life is alright.

//When it's not always raining, there'll be days like this

When there's no one complaining, there'll be days like this

When everything falls into place, like the flick of a switch

Oh my mama told me, there'll be days like this

When you don't need to worry, there'll be days like this

When no one's in a hurry, there'll be days like this

When you don't get betrayed by that old Judas kiss

Oh my mama told me, there'll be days like this//

They’re in the moment, comfortable in the relationship that blooms between them. More casual and laid-back throughout the day only to get more soft and intimate in the evenings, when the inner demons’ voices grow louder.

James Bay - Chew on my heart - acoustic

The way the chorus explodes? It makes me beam widely and my heart is about to burst.

//Take your time

I'll be right here

I know no one could ever love me better

Take all night

You're the truth that

Is breaking me and keeping me together

Together

I wanna be in your touch

Sleep is so tough

You're burning up my mind

What would it feel like if you tore me apart?

Come on chew on my heart

...

I'm on fire

I'm a hot mess

I'm thinking things that I might start regretting

So hear me out

I need you now

I'm spiraling

I'm sinking down

Look for me I'm sending up a message

A message//

I think it weirdly fits those times at night when Neil checks the bruises. When their minds wander to that first evening, and they still feel bad about how it ended up, the closeness brings them back to the present and grounds them.

Picture This - Unconditional

This one just makes my heart sing.

//This magic, I don't know what it is but we have it

Even when we're sleepless and damaged

I don't doubt it

We're holding on//

That’s exactly it.

//Baby I wish we could take this feeling

And put it away somewhere safe

'Til we need it

Unconditional

I'm so afraid of losing your love//

They don’t need big words. But they feel it, all right. Whether they are aware of it or not. And they are afraid of losing each other, now that they know how easily that could happen.

//Shivers running down my back with your fingers

The smell of your perfume it lingers

And whispers

What I want you to say

Under your skin, underdressed under covers

We bring out the best in each other

Two lovers finding our way//

The kiss, the touch, the skin on skin contact - some of the most powerful reminders that, for now, they’re safe.

BANNERS - Start a riot

But it’s not always about going all the way, because sometimes you just need to be held. And this song just speaks to me of all that tenderness, all the feelings clenching the heart so much they’re unable to say a word, just want to keep each other as close as they can. Just to make sure they’re really there.

//I will march down an empty street like a ship into the storm

No surrender, no retreat

I will tear down every wall

Just to keep you warm

Just to bring you home

I will burn this city down for a diamond in the dust

I will keep you safe and sound when there's no one left to trust

Will you take my hand?

We can make our stand

If your world falls apart

I'd start a riot

If night falls in your heart

I'd light the fire

In the dark, when you sound the alarm

We'll find each other's arms

For your love, all you are

I'd start a riot//

The lyrics are so beautiful, and there’s so much longing there, and the promise to protect each other, to be there for each other, to face whatever life might throw their way together.

Yeah, it makes me emotional, I absolutely love it. Speaking of emotional--

Chapter 7: Stone Sour - Wicked game - acoustic, live

When Spotify recommended this one to me, I almost skipped it. I’ve heard it a million times in different versions and I thought that there’s nothing to be found there. Oh, was I wrong.

I knew what was going to happen in the chapter - Mahir is about to confront R, surprised by what he sees. And he can clearly recognize that they’re idiots in love, even if they’re trying to lay low in the company. He knows what happened to R, why she’s so cautious and reluctant when it comes to any relationships that are more than simple hookups.

//The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

And I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you//

Because that’s how it started, right? With desire. One could argue that our duo had solid banter before that, respect and understanding, all those things, sure. But ultimately, that was all that sexual tension, sparked by the playful teasing, that pushed them into each other’s arms in the first place.

//No, I don't want to fall in love

With you, with you

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you//

And when Reader finally lets the thought in and it dawns on her that she is, in fact, in love - she goes into full panic. Not because she feels it’s unrequited, god, she’s not stupid, nor blind (too soon?). But she’s mad at herself that she allowed this to happen. She’s afraid that she’ll get hurt, and to avoid that, she has to run away. And that’s gonna hurt Neil as well, and she can’t stand that, hates herself for that, but she’s so scared that she can’t think of any other solution.

Before we get to that, however, there’s a bit more softness to be shared.

Lewis Watson - Little light

//And all this shade is, illuminating

And all those love lines, are taking shape

And all my worries, disintegrating

And I've been waiting, I've been waiting

And all my days were young and wasted

When I was waiting, oh for you

And all the plans that I've been chasing are always fading

But ever since I found you

A little light is breaking through//

Gotta admit, I had this one hidden in the playlists of other chapters, because it captures that feeling when your chest is filled with light and you’re simply happy. It ended up here, because it’s this feeling when R is melting a little inside when she looks at Neil, when she’s in his arms. And how Neil feels, too.

X Ambassadors - Renegades

Funny, I had this song for both times the team appears in the story. There’s this sense of camaraderie to it that I wanted to capture, when you’re with a bunch of people who are like family to you. You can tease them all you want, but at the same time you’d go into battle with them, knowing that you can count on them to have your six.

//Long live the pioneers

Rebels and mutineers

Go forth and have no fear

Come close and lend an ear

…

All hail the underdogs

All hail the new kids

All hail the outlaws

Spielbergs and Kubricks

It's our time to make a move

It's our time to make amends

It's our time to break the rules

Let's begin//

I wanted R to have a taste of that. To let her know that she’s appreciated for helping with the mission. To get to know them all better, and to make amends with TP, of sorts.

I didn’t want to make his motivation clear. He wouldn’t tell her that he knows how the story ends. That he can’t help that, deep down, irrationally, he made her responsible for it. Even if she’s not the one to blame. (And I don’t believe he let’s that happen, in the end, because that’s too much angst, even for me - again, fuck you, Mr Nolan, sir)

Corey Taylor, Dave Grohl, Rick Nielsen, Scott Reeder - From can to can’t

Christ almighty, this one is so raw! The emotional progression in here just blows my mind.

//Under the water

It's cold and it's grey

My torrid autumn

Another season decays

Open up the Hollow

And my walls come down

I tell you it's a problem

Just when no one's around

But then

I know what's wrong

God, you complicated everything

I know you're gone, gone, gone

This is where I will draw my line

I will draw my line//

To me, it’s the scene with R having a breakdown in the bathroom, and then somehow finding the solution. She has a plan, and enough strength and determination to pull through, at least for a moment.

Chapter 8: Dan Owen - Hideaway

I found this song by accident, and I almost screamed at how perfect it is for the finale (and then screamed for the second time when my dearest friend @connie-nikas casually sent me this exact song one day saying that it sounds like something I’d enjoy). The intensity just tears your heart out and makes you struggle to draw a breath, there’s something desperate to it, and I knew that it would be my go-to song for the part where R sleeps with Neil, trying one last time to drown all the pain and sorrow in his closeness.

I could just paste all the lyrics, to be honest, because that’s exactly what’s happening in the scene.

//It's a long way down

I keep backing away from the edge

And it's a slow burnout

Like the fires that rage in my head

And it's a slow cry out

When you've got so many tears you could die

And it's a long time to wait

When you take all my tears away//

Oh, she’s on the verge of tears, all right. Knowing quite well that as soon as Neil picks on them, he’s gonna stop to make sure she’s okay. That once he starts asking questions, she’s gonna fall into pieces, unable to lie to him.

//My body is colder

Time is frozen

All these feelings have poisoned my soul

And in silence no I can't stand it

Please break these chains and hell I can

Hideaway//

She’s scared that if she’s left alone with her thoughts, they will break her and make her stay. What she fears most (besides that she’s gonna end up betrayed, alone and heartbroken) is how Neil’s gonna react to her actions. The last thing she wants is to hurt him. She just hopes that maybe if she leaves now, it’s not gonna be as painful as it would be if she stayed a bit longer. That maybe he’s not fallen in too deep.

//You're my one way out

And my tears won't save me now

Save me now

I can't stand it

All this loneliness I feel

I can't do this alone

I need someone to remind my feelings

That I've fallen down by the door

It's a long way down and my tears won't save me now

It's a long way down

I keep backing away from the edge

And it's a slow burnout

Like the fires that rage in my head//

Macy Gray - I try

One of the first songs that came to my mind when I was composing the playlist for the series. It may be a tad too upbeat for my liking, hah, but parts of the lyrics are spot on, and it had to be there.

//I try to say goodbye and I choke (Yeah)

I try to walk away and I stumble

Though I try to hide it, it's clear

My world crumbles when you are not near

Goodbye and I choke (Yeah!)

I try to walk away and I stumble

Though I try to hide it, it's clear

My world crumbles when you are not near//

It makes me think of the time when they’re in the car. She’s going over the plan, kinda skipping the moment she’d have to say goodbye to Neil. That’s the unbearable part. And when he asks an innocent question and touches her, she crumbles and jokes. Partly to distract him from prodding further, but mostly to distract herself. I didn’t plan on them getting all worked up there, it...happened, but I figured it made for a decent ground for what was about to go down in the hotel room.

Belle Mt. - Hollow - acoustic

//She told me she was hollow

That's far from what I see//

That feeling you get when everything is too much and it leaves you hollow because you can’t take it anymore. A safety mechanism of sorts. It kicks in with Reader, and of course, Neil can sense that something is off. He hopes it’s just her being tired, he knows how she feels after spending too much time with people.

//I told her she was special

She almost let me in

But she couldn't bear the thought of digging up the heart that she's been burying//

We already know it. The thing is - Neil doesn’t. They haven’t really talked about it. Well, they did after the first night, but with all the things that happened later… and with how much affection she shows him? He doesn’t have a reason to suspect something this big.

//Lonely is her favourite

If only I could change it

If I could only save her

But sometimes she's lost, sometimes she's broken

Sometimes she's closed, sometimes she's open

Sometimes she's stone-cold, times she's on fire

Mostly she's everything I desire

Lonely is her favourite place to be//

Galleaux - Tether me

I had it on repeat when I was writing that part when R collapses in Neil’s arms when they’re in bed. Did I mention that I didn’t want Reader to be this emotional in the first part of the chapter? I thought she’d be more distant. Numb, even, here and there slipping up but holding it together until the very end. And then she does that. But it was Neil’s reaction that left me all 🥺. Not only me, apparently, because she let out so much there. I think my heart broke a little when she gave me that make love to me/love me/ never let me go part.

//In this space, do I belong?

It's dark out here in my own thoughts

Pull me back, out of my body

I'm tied to my limbs

They're spinning me out of control

Tether me//

And the way the music builds up only to blow up at 3:11, heavens, and those vocals! It just takes my breath away, fits so well there.

Nothing But Thieves - Lover, please stay

There can’t be a series playlist without Nothing But Thieves! And it’s another song Chels sent me. The way it broke me-- bloody hell. It’s that gentle guitar, it’s the raw emotions in the vocals, and those lyrics! It rips my heart out, in the best way possible.

It’s for that part where Neil falls asleep and R breaks down, fully realizing what she is about to do.

//Lover, I know you're weary

Eyes are tired from the night

Lover, come to the kitchen floor

Tiles are cold, so am I//

You bet your ass she’s having flashbacks to those moments on the cold tiles, but in her bathroom.

//Lover, I feel your sorrow pouring out of your skin

And I don't wanna be alone

If I am tonight, I'll always be//

Lonely might be her favourite place to be, but losing Neil by her own decision hurts more than she thought possible.

//So take from me what you want, what you need

Take from me whatever you want, whatever you need

But lover, please stay with me, oh//

You know what’s the worst, though? As if that scene was not heartbreaking enough, my brain decided to remind me how much it parallels part 7 from Stuck in reverse. Yep. ✨Pain.✨

Foo Fighters - Home

When she walks to her apartment. Crying. Broken. Missing him already.

//Wish I were with you

But I couldn't stay

Every direction

Leads me away

Pray for tomorrow

But for today

All I want is to be home//

About to leave for good.

This is the bit that prompted the final conversation. What even is home to her? Living the way she does, it never was something important. I struggled with that idea, I thought it’s too sweet. But Neil, the stubborn ass that he is, didn’t want to give me anything else, so it stayed - and in the end, I’m happy that it did.

BANKS - Someone new

Okay, this one is perfect with its sadness and longing, but it’s a hit and miss when it comes to lyrics. Take a look -

//I can love you desperately

Though your love ain't guaranteed

Oh, I wish you knew the deal

Gotta learn from far away

And I simply needed space

Space for me to be

And I think you need it too

Though I know you call me selfish for assuming

I did this for you too//

This, this, all of this! You see it, right?

//Everything I do, I'm gonna think of you

Don't know what else to do//

Well, one could argue that they could just talk it through without all the drama, but hey, where’s the fun in that? And running away really seems like the best option to R.

//And please don't fall in love with someone new

I promise one day I'll come back for you//

And here it’s off because I don’t think she plans on going back. So she wouldn’t want him to not fall in love with someone else, because why would she? He deserves to be happy.

//Oh, you say you hate me now and you burn me with your words

Calling me a fool

Saying that I've fucked up everything

And you'll never forgive me//

See, I have a few options for what to do when Neil finds her at the riverside. I knew one thing though - it would never be a full-blown argument and accusations. At first (and when I say first I mean before I actually started writing chapter 1, because I already had the last scene plotted out by then), I thought Neil would be calm, with a kind of “I know you love me too, silly, so what on earth are you doing?” vibe to him, to R’s annoyance. Then, the story became heavier, and I knew Neil would be worried. Lost. Confused. But never to the point of losing his temper, not after that one time in the bathroom. And that’s what happens in that scene. He doesn’t know what to do as he tries to make some sense out of it all.

Agnes Obel - Riverside

//Oh my God I see how everything is torn in the river deep

And I don't know why I go the way

Down by the riverside//

As I mentioned, I knew what I wanted for the final confrontation from the start. That’s why I tried to make that river quite important for both of them, weaving it into the story here and there. That’s why they instinctively go there.

Billy Raffoul - Dark four door

There’s this sad acceptance in this song that just breaks my heart. It makes me think about the moment when Neil wakes up and sees that she’s gone. How he doesn’t know what’s going on, and how his mind slowly connects all the things that felt strange, but he’s unwilling to accept it until he checks Reader’s place. And much it costs him to keep it together when he sees that the bag is gone.

//You got up, you felt you should

I keep trying to myself I would've done the same had I could

I never thought that you would//

Chris Cornell - Before we disappear

Whenever I hear this song, I think of Neil standing there with Reader, hurt, trying to understand what went wrong.

//So how hard can it be to share your life with me?

How hard can it be to rise with me each morning?//

Dermot Kennedy - A closeness

The last one by Dermot. If that isn’t their conversation--

//Keeping her bright eyes focused on the coastline, waiting for you

Isn't she all of us pining for that last kiss

A permanent truth, a means to get through//

Why does she stay up for so long in their spot? Does she subconsciously count on him to show up? Unable to let go, once and for all?

//Deep into the night, eyes closing

Heart swollen with my loving for you

A solid embrace, kind face

And then the hurt starts leaving the room, followed by goons

Sometimes it's open wide and lights the road at night

You've got a heart like the moon

Gather courage, if you're doing something, do it

'Cause she got to go soon//

And when Neil sees her, he wants nothing more than to hug her, he’s so relieved. But then she snaps at him, and he can’t believe that she’d actually think that he planted a bug on her to track her. It’s another wound he didn’t expect, but he waits for her to explain her actions before he lets out how much it all affected him.

Ryan McMullan - Outcry

I was close to making this one a title song for the chapter because as Hideaway sounds like it was written for the time they make love, this one is for the time Neil asks why she left.

//You came a long way to see me

So don't you run off, baby stop pretending that you're fine

What's the point that you're making

Tell me what it is that's going 'round inside your mind

If in doubt, don't fake it

I have known you long enough to know that you can't lie

If you're in love don't be ashamed of it

'Cause even angels fall for demons//

God, of course he saw that she wasn’t alright that night, but she seemed so sure about what she needed that moment that he decided not to push her - they had all the time in the world, he could ask her about it in the morning, right?

And Neil knows when she’s hiding behind jokes. That’s why he doesn’t want to play her game when she deflects what he says about the way she was in bed. He wants her to be honest. Especially since he knows what he saw in her eyes, in her actions, when they were together, and he’s sure it all must have meant something to her.

//I've heard stories, but they're jaded

So give me something more

I only know what I've been told

But I can tell that you're frustrated

And I won't ever pry, I'll only be a hand to hold

If you tell me you're hurting

I'm hurting too, yeah

Don't tell me you're fine - unless you're fine

I'll wait for the outcry

Whenever there is something weighing on your mind//

And Neil knows he can’t pressure her, that’s why he just stands with her and waits. Sweeping his mind over and over again for anything that could have prompted this whole mess.

//If you feel like leaving

Then maybe it's for the best

Or if you feel like you've given in

Oh, give yourself a chance

If you feel like crying

Oh please don't hold it in

If you feel like reaching out oh

Let me in//

His heart is aching when he hears her reason why she feels like she has to leave. That’s when he touches her. To pull her back from her head to something real. To remind her that nothing has changed. That he’s there, and not going to let her go that easily. That he loves her, because he needs her to hear it, so she knows for sure. And when she tears up, there’s only one desperate plea in his mind.

Gavin James - Hard to do

One heavy hitter after another, and this is another killer. The longing in Gavin’s voice clenches your chest and you just want to hide in somebody’s arms.

//Oh, I've been thinking that I don't wanna leave

This house isn't home to me

I'm tired of losing everyone I see

Now that you're here, it's a hard thing to do

Trying to hold on//

Does she really want to leave? She feels she has to, but god, if only she knew for sure her heart is safe, she would stay with him forever. The problem with life is - you can never be so sure. And when Neil shows up… it takes everything, even unreasonable anger, to keep her together.

//Maybe I don't believe that I don't wanna run

But two hearts are better than one

You say you'll stick around but I'll be gone

Oh, I'll be gone

It's a hard thing to do, trying to hold on//

Reader knows that it’s gonna be nearly impossible to walk away now. And she’s afraid.

//Oh, but I need you

Far more than I ever want you

It's such an unnatural thing we do

When falling in love's just so hard to do

Hard to do//

She can’t bring herself to look at him after she tells him what’s going on with her. But when Neil touches her and takes her hand, she can’t keep it inside anymore. Then he tells her that he loves her, and everything floods her at once. Fear. Guilt. Love. All that combined with his simple plea is enough to finally make her give in.

Damien Rice - I don’t want to change you

I had it on repeat since the moment Neil touched her. The softness of what happens there, melting the barriers once and for all.

//Wherever you are

You know that I adore you

No matter how far

Well, I can go before you

And if ever you need someone

Well, not that you need helping

But if ever you want someone

Know that I am willing//

He’s there for her. Always has been, always will be.

//Oh, and I don't want to change you

I don't want to change you

I don't want to change your mind//

Here. I think that’s what is really important about them and their relationship.

//I've never been with anyone

In the way I've been with you

But if love is not for fun

Then it's doomed

'Cause water races

Water races down the waterfalls//

Lucy Spraggan - Run

Ha, this kinda feels like an end-credits song, don’t you think?

//I just to run to the end of the world

Just to see if it's possible

I don't care what I've been told

I want to run to the end of the world

I'm going to run,run,run

Bye bye problems

Run 'til the road hits the sea

You better run,run,run

If you want to be free//

Granted, she didn’t run off without Neil, but found a way to run with him instead. There’s that heart-bursting light and freedom in this song, I think it captures that happiness they found, working it all out in the end.

//I wanna feel invincible

One more mile out of principle

I want to see the whole damn world

One cross road can change it all//

Travelling the world. Doing what they like most. Together.

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Quite a journey that was.

Thank you all for taking it with me.

#long nights #long nights playlist #bts long nights

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|THE PLUG|M| 5|

(I picked this because he looks genuinely happy here...once you read you’ll see why)

SMUT/ANGST/FLUFF

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

About-Post sex come down...a little pillow talk..some feels...and maybe another orgasm or two....

**Your local plug aka your weedman is now offically your boyfriend....

2K SNEEK PEAK

WARNINGS: For this part? Praise kink/Light edging/ Grinding/Non penetrative sex/ Kissing/ Overstiumlation/ FEELS OH THE FEELS/mentions of subspace (1st time) OH breif mentions of previous physical abuse

NOTE- This is a series but you can read this part and not be totally lost...however all the emotions running through Jimin’s body will hit you a little diferent if you later go read the others!

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“Hey” He coos, low, warm, a little concerned, as he soothes his palm down your back, feeling the way you try and arch up into his touch no matter how weak your body is! So he grips one hand around your neck, the other at the small of your back, and slides you up further. Bringing your forehead flush to his where you can feel a deep, slow exhale leaves Jimin’s tattooed chest as if he’s been holding his breath the entire time.

“How you feelin’ baby?” There’s slight hesitation behind the question and honestly, that was understandable, this wasn’t something either of you expected. You don’t respond, or even fully acknowledge him right away, just blinking slowly, lashes fluttering, eyes trying to readjust, feeling, and looking somewhat disoriented. Yet no matter how confused you initially are, something that’s clear the moment you regain consciousness... it’s how safe you feel in Jimin’s arms right now. I mean yeah, your a little sticky, and need a long-ass shower, but you feel good, you feel secure! Reaching up to scratch his fingertips through your scalp almost as if you’re a cat, and you find yourself smiling, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your head into his hand.

Honestly, your not sure how to process what you currently feel washing over your body! I guess because the couple times you ran through how this scenario may play out in your head, it didn’t go anything like this! It wasn’t this warm and comforting afterward….it all just felt a lot darker, scarier..almost belittling. You’re independent by nature, maybe even a female alpha by some standards, so the thought of giving yourself over to anyone in that capacity, giving them full control...As much as you’ve always wanted it, realistically it always felt scary, intimidating, even a little embarrassing in your mind! Whereas this, this right here, felt natural it felt right, your body felt loved, sated, you personally felt empowered, it was nothing like what you imagined in your head. The weight behind it was so much heavier, the connection felt deeper and more liberating than you ever thought it would. Which is what makes you endlessly grateful that you saved this for someone like Jimin. Someone who would actually appreciate the notion, and understand the mental and physical side of it all, the parts that make it more than just a kink.

Of course, we can’t disregard how you feel physically, this level of exhaustion after sex is somewhat foreign to you. Your body feels sluggish and weak, your eyes are heavy, and you already know your voice is fucked. But mentally which is where your biggest concern came from, your good, you’re at peace with it all.

Lashes fluttering up in his direction, offering a faint hum in response, nodding softly against his chest. “Jus’ tired…” giving him the best smile you can muster hoping it reaches your eyes so he believes it.

He nods, slow and understanding, “Take your time baby, sleep…you were perfect” The words smiled gently into your hair, as his fingers trickle up and down your spine. Jimin knows he told Yoongi an hour, he also knows the topic of Dom being out of jail is a serious situation and needs to be addressed. However, he can’t and won’t allow himself to pull away from you until your in a stronger state than you are right now. He just can’t, so he reaches for his phone sending the elder a quick text, essentially explaining that he’s not sure when but they will talk at some point tonight.

Eventually, he feels your breathing completely even out, and your lashes still against his skin. Indicating your exhaustion has officially washed over your body and you’ve drifted off into what he hopes is a peaceful night's sleep.

Jimin’s not even sure how much time has passed and to be honest he really doesn’t care, the silence is comforting just laying in bed breathing as one. He’s far from tired, though he has every reason to be exhausted, there’s just way too much swirling around his head right now. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of the fan and the occasional playful banter he can hear from his boys downstairs. His heart feels... full, it feels complete as you lay here with him, your body feeling completely at ease against his own. After allowing him to have you in your most vulnerable state of being, after trusting him to take care of you the way you needed, even if you didn't really know what that was!

He’s not sure why or when but his eyes start to burn again and this time he lets the tears gently stream down his face. Reclining his neck, staring up at the ceiling, securing his hold around the nape of your neck and the small of your back. As if he’s reminding himself that you're here, right here and you’re not going anywhere! Jimin knows these are happy tears, and they are, he can’t even remember the last time every aspect of his life has felt as though it’s come together at once. Yet he also can’t help that ache in the back of his heart when he thinks about Dom...he’s not scared of him by any means. They use to be boys, but it’s not a secret they’ve always road slightly different waves until they eventually crashed into one another! What he is scared of is the person Dom might turn him back into if he oversteps his boundaries, especially where you’re safety’s concerned. Jimin told you that night in the car about the situation that eventually led to him leaving his parents for good. About how abusive his dad was to his mom and even after he helped her move she still let him come back. About that one night, he walked in on his dad on top of his mom and completely blacked out! The way his mother had to physically pry him off his father or he's not sure if or when he would have stopped on his own.

Jimin never thought he’d meet someone else that could get him to that point if need be, to the point that he’d do any and everything to keep them safe! Maybe it’s fucked up repossession for the fact that he feels like he couldn’t really keep his mother safe...But as he looks down at you, laying so pliant and trusting on his chest, he vividly recognizes that sense of protectiveness streaming through his veins! A feeling he hasn’t felt in years, he just prays, he never has to go there with anybody where you’re concerned, because what’s evens scarier is he knows he will, in a heartbeat!

Jimin’s not that reckless 16-year old with nothing to lose anymore, and that’s what he has to remember when his mind goes off the grid like that! He’s a grown-ass man! A man that has so much going for him regardless of how others may feel about is life choices, he knows he’s doing well for himself! He also knows he has so much to look forward too, and more importantly he has so much worth keeping! Including the beautiful woman laying on his chest that’s choosen to walk head first into a hurricane with no fear...because she knows it’s worth it. She knows Your worth it ….

He opts not to fight it and just let it be, and continues to allow himself to feel everything he needs to, trying his hardest not to wake you in the process. Periodically wiping his face so his tears don’t trickle down his neck, trying to keep his body at ease so his abdomen dosen’t tense the more he cries. Allowing his mind to wander continiously flowing from thought to thought. The overall consensus of it all though, is he deserves this he deserves to be happy, all he can hear is Tim telling him at the end of every day they spent together…

“It’s worth it kid, it may not feel like it right now but it is, trust me one day it will be!” And he was right because right now, everything he’s ever been through feels so minuscule in comparison to how overwhelmed and happy his heart is. He almost wants to feel like he doesn’t deserve to feel this overflow but he won’t allow himself to sink there be he dose! He fuckin does….Jimin’s eyes are cloudy and heavy it hurts to keep them open at this point and he’s sure he looks like a damn blowfish. That’s when his phone beeps in his hand and his body stills praying you don’t wake up, instantly turning the phone on silent. Glaring at his phone through clouded vision to see a text from Yoongi that simply reads.

“Whenever you’re ready”

And he can’t help but smile and cry a little more because he swears the elder has a sixth sense when it comes to him. Always knowing exactly when to push and when to just ease up, Yoongi’s been a friend, a big brother, a shoulder, hell even a father in some instances since Tim’s past. Honestly, he really wonders where he’d be right now if it wasn’t; for Yoongi cheering him on, and being his right hand whenever he’d needed one! Jimin’s also very acutely aware that he does owe his “Hyung” (which is a name he’s never called Yoongi in his life mind you so, he still can’t get over the fact that he reffered to himself as such. ) A thank you, for making sure you came over here tonight because fuck if he didn’t need it! Whipping his eyes somewhat agressivly as if to say he’s gotten frustrated with himself from crying so damn much!

“Go, I’m okay…” The words muffled low and horse against Jimin’s chest but he heard you loud and clear. Eyes wide and a little disoriented at your sudden response. I mean he obviously knows what you’re referring to he just- I guess didn’t think you were fully conscious when Yoongi called initially to even know what was going on!

“What baby?” Fingers playing idly in your hair, as he felt you shift against him, head tilting in his direction, trying to let your eyes readjust to the now pitch-black room.

“That was Yoongi earlier right? Go I’m’ fine, I prom-”

‘Baby” Tone a little sharper than before but the concern is overtaking any authority he’s attempting to have right now!

“Stop,” Gently pressing your palm against his chest as if to slow him down “ I know this weekends crazy for you, I wasn’t nexpecting your undivided attention when I stopped by…I just needed to see you.” Reaching out into the dark to stroke his jaw, gently thumbing along his plump bottom lip. “Plus...mm..kinda hungry” Ohhh and the beauiful moment has now ended...smooth transition...smooth.

You could feel Jimin’s face split into a smile beneath your fingers which quickly transitioned into a full-blown cackle, loud, airy, and just fuck relieved...so damn relieved that you genuinely did seem to be okay…

“Ohh so that’s what this is about? Just trying to use me for my car huh? I see how it is…” A blatant pout laced within his delivery though it was clearly playful.

Shifting against his lap slightly, leaning down to search for his lips, which didn’t take long to find. Jimin flicked his chin up to meet yours immediately, sighing out the minute you made contact. “Yup, just wat you for your car...oh and your weed lets not forget your weed”

A stated smile playing on your lips, as you kissed him,honestly the two of you were smiling so hard at first it took you a minute to even get into a groove! It started off slow, and chaste, initially, until Jimin reclined his jaw to allow you to lick your way back into his mouth for the umpteenth time tonight. The kiss was slow, deep, heavy, the gentle slide of his tongue against your own, as you swallow each other moans triggered by faint touches on the edge of your fingertips. Tattooing goosebumps along the soft planes of your skin after every featherlike touch…Jimin’s hands moved through you like an ocean. Ravishing every inch of you he could reach, gently massaging your aching body between his strong nimble fingers. You could feel the heightened sense of urgency within every kiss that fell of Jimin’s lips, he was kissing you as if he was afraid to let you go. As if he was trying to say something he really wants’t ready to say quite yet, but needed you to feel...

“Thank you” Pants from your lips and brushes agaisnt his, thumbing at the hinge of his jaw “For taking such good care of me, for keeping me…”up” as they say. I know at some point will need to talk about it. But right now, I’m tired, really fuckin hungry...and honestly, I feel good baby, I’m good…” Nuzzling against his nose, a faint smile playing on your lips.

You could vaguely see him nod, though even in the darkness you could sense the hint of concern and hesitation within his eyes as he pulled you back down. So you reiterated it one more time, only there seemed to be a hint of something more than excitation dripping of your tongue once you realized the way your man was looking up at you.

“I’m good” Nipping his bottom lip between your teeth gently....

“Mmm, yeah, you are good, so damn good...” Placing another lingering kiss along your lips, hands moving down to massage the swell of your ass. which eventually leds to him rocking his hips up into you, causing you to subconsciously grind down against his lap.”Your fucking perfect”

Panting and moaning lightly against his mouth at the sudden stimulation,within seconds he had you feeling like you were burning from the inside out. Hands gripping down to guide your hips, so you don’t have to move, rolling them even harder against his length which is now rock hard. Well aware that he’s grazing your clit every time which is exactly what he’s aiming to do. Your pussys dripping down his cock, lips spread apart giving him the perfect slide to rip you apart all over again. And your just hanging on for the ride, tt’s not long before your thighs are shaking, and your clits rock hard against him. Your bodies still overly sensitive from your two orgasms barely an hour prior, lets also not forget to mention your body still recovering from its first subspace on top of it all.

“Jimin” You whine out low and shaky, eyes barley ajar “Fuck, your gonna-”

“Yeah, I know..I know...you can do it for me, baby, I know you can...come one more time for me before I go...” There's this slight whine laced within Jimin’s voice right now, as if he’s truly saying he, needs you to come..he needs it. There a silent “please” placed within his delivery that has your toes curling into the sheets. Lips ghosting against yours, as he slowly slides his tongue back into your mouth hot and heavy. Continiously guiding your hips in a deep, hard wave until he feels you crying against his tongue, body going completely ridget on top of him, as he edges you through it. “Yess” Slurs off his tongue over and over againas he feels you come undone, as if hes cheering you on. Nails digging into his bare chest, and he doesn’t let you breathe he doesn’t give you an inch he just kisses you right through it. Smiling against your lips as you fall completely limp against him…moaning against your tongue as he feels you driping down is cock. ‘Good girl.....my good girl” Gently rolling his hips into you, as he eases you through your comedown, body jerking in oversensetivity the entire time.

“Fuck” Panted from your lips and into the side of his neck, chest still rising and falling against his own.

Jimin chuckles low and pleased against your lips “I just had to make sure you fell right back asleep once I leave… “ Feathering an array of kisses against your lips that you were far too spent to reciprocate but you appreciate nevertheless.

“I’m gonna assume you want Taco Bell?”

Only offering a faint hum in response I’m not sure what else he really expected you to do at this point, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Gently soothing his hand up your back, giving you a moment to fully come down before he tenatively shifts you off of his chest. Reaching over for his phone with his oppisite hand, shooting Yoongi a quick text

Jimin: Come ride with me to get food for Y/N, we can talk about Dom then, I’ll be ready to leave in 15!

Jimin: Oh, have Tae or Kook go to her car it’s unlocked and bring her bags in, leave them outside my door.

Jimin: Thanks hyung ;P

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HEYYYYYYY,

If you guys are excited for part 5 show this some love and come talk to meee!!! I’ve been playing with this chapter for about a month now....

Also, CH.5 is the rest of 4:20 weekend...which hint, hint does involve Yoongi and Jimin meeting with Dom, and some other little domestic-esq moments! This also obviously isin’t the only smut in the chapter I actually wanna have them have sex in a fun location I just dont know where yet. Yoongi and Tae are in chapter 5 a little more as well!

Part 6 is where it Jumps ahead to the wedding she and Jimin attend in miami btw!

PART 4 :

#jimin #jimin smut #jimin x reader #jimin angst #jimin au #park jimin #park jimin smut #park jimin x reader #bts #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #kpop #kpop smut #jimin fluff

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years

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Put Me In a Movie

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Everyone, me included, has been wondering how the morning after was gonna go, and, well, here it is. Obviously, I had to make it awkward af. Also, please don’t hate the reader, she’s trying her best, kind of.)

Summary Prologue 1 2

Warning- the slightest hint of NSFW, Angst.

Chapter 3- Back to Normal, Sort of

When Y/n awoke the next morning, there was throbbing in her head and a soreness between her legs. Groggily, her eyes split open, only for her to shut them after the first traces of light slipped past her lashes. Gasping, she quickly realized that there was someone sleeping behind her, his arm curled over the dip of a waist. It was alarming because she hadn’t remembered Luke coming to Chicago. In fact, he wasn’t due to finish the shoot until the next week.

Then when her eyes snapped open again, it hit her. That wasn’t even her hotel room, unless of course, she’d started wearing worn brown boots and over sized t-shirts from a Los Angeles based motorcycle company.

She didn’t

But Keanu did,

“Fuck!” Y/n hissed, realizing what she’d- or rather, what they’d done. That was hardly just her fault. It took two to cheat, right?

For a minute, Y/n pondered on the best course of action. Waking him would warrant a ‘morning after’ conversation, slipping out would do the same, though, possibly after she’d brushed her teeth and made herself more presentable. That was the one she should go with.

Y/n tried to slink out of his warm embrace, knowing she’d miss it when it was gone but also knowing that she shouldn’t have been in it in the first place. For the briefest of moments, she thought she had it, though, when Keanu stirred, groaning at the bright sunlight that washed the room, Y/n cringed at her lack of stealth. At least she now knew where she stood on the matter of one night stands.

“Sorry,” she whispered, not really sure who’s favor her softness was in.

It was decided then and there; she never wanted to see alcohol again.

What a bold faced lie!

She need a drink just to get through that conversation.

Keanu swallowed thickly and Y/n turned against him, trying not to smile at how attractively disheveled he looked; raven mane a mess, yellow rays accentuating the salt of his beard and the laugh lines that had started to come in on telling spots on his face. For the first time since they’d met, Y/n noticed that Keanu had freckles too, right round his nose, peppering his skin. “It’s okay,” he moistened his lips and seemed to be taking stock of the situation.

Y/n was vaguely aware of his morning wood pressing into her thigh, and it was enough to remind her that just the night before, Keanu had managed to stretch her far more than Luke ever had. “This is.....”

Keanu cleared his throat, returning to the seriousness that had been absent just the night before, “Inappropriate,” he finished for her, “I’m sorry Y/n, if I-”

“Don’t say you took advantage of me,” as she sat up against the headboard, Y/n gathered the sheets in her fists, guarding her modesty, “We were drunk and if I remember correctly; I kissed you first.”

Sighing heavily, Keanu propped himself up on the headboard too, the gears turning in his head. Then, more than ever, he could hardly deny the thing in his head that said he and Y/n were just friends. But it wasn’t like he could do something about it; it couldn’t have been anything more than infatuation anyway.

Infatuation

It was definitely that.

It made sense; Y/n was young and beautiful, she was the kind of woman that any sensible man with some semblance of a sex drive would fawn over. So really, it had to be that. Because, logically, Keanu told himself, he and Y/n otherwise had nothing that would make them a stable couple. She was inexperienced and barely older than a child. And Keanu, he was a grown man who had twenty-something years experience on her. So, despite what they’d shared, it was better that they go back to being friends. Friends who didn’t touch each other the way they had the night before.

The silence broke when Keanu cleared his throat, folding his arms across his broad chest, “Look, Y/n, we’re friends.....and this,” he searched for the right words, he didn’t want to hurt her, but he needed to be a responsible adult and put his foot down, “Maybe we should just try to get back to the way things were. I mean, you don’t have to mention anything to Luke, or you can, that’s up to you. But I don’t think we should read too much into this.”

Y/n’s brows knitted as she mulled on his words, though, before long, she was perking up and chortling nervously, “Yeah, yeah of course,” shaking off the sheets, Y/n swung her legs out of the bed, immediately collecting her clothes and getting dressed, “You’re right, this was a mistake Keanu.”

Well that kind of stung.

Reaching for his discarded jeans as he stood, Keanu pulled them on with barely anytime to zip or button them closed before Y/n was scurrying out on the bedroom. “Y/n,” he reasoned, following her out to the living room, where she collected her fallen key-card off the floor, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No,” Y/n shook her head, pushing down her feelings and mustering up a quaint smile, “I know, but you are right. We’re friends, and friends don’t fuck each other,” the was a harshness lingering in the last bits of her sentence, but Y/n hadn’t really meant for it to be there. Taking a calming breath, Y/n began again, “It’s okay, really. I feel terrible that I did this to Luke, and it would be better for everyone involved if we tried to get things back to the way things were,” smiling, Y/n stood on her toes, pecking Keanu’s cheek, “I’ll see you later Ke.”

“Okay,” he nodded slowly, “Later.”

She’d tried to contain herself, but by the time Y/n had stepped under the hot spray of her shower, trying to wash off her guilt, she was sobbing quietly. She didn’t know what hurt more, the fact that Keanu wanted to dismiss what they’d done so quickly or the fact that she’d set herself up to hurt a sweet man.

The longer she stayed there, the more she wished she could wash the guilt away. She wasn’t a cheater. She couldn’t be a cheater. It was a mistake.

Said every cheater ever.

Said her-

Nope, Y/n wasn’t like that. It was just one time and it was never, ever going to happen again, especially since Keanu clearly didn’t see her like that. But did she see him like that?

That was a question Y/n preferred to not ask herself.

Grabbing the loofah and her bottle of body wash, Y/n squeezed a generous amount of the fragrant product onto it and started washing her soft skin. The foam felt weightless and the rough material gently raked along her body. Her fragile fingers gripped it tightly, and with blank eyes, Y/n scrubbed so hard it almost hurt. Still, nothing could erase the lingering feeling of Keanu’s calloused touch; they way his fingers graced her skin, the way his lips felt on her neck.

Again, tears welled up in her eyes, and despite being all lathered up, Y/n had never felt dirtier. When her hand slid lower, the loofah dragging along the inside of her thigh, Y/n blinked slowly, and in an instant, the feeling of Keanu pulsing between her legs came back to her in a rush.

After a breath, she gave up, rinsing the little white bath aid before once again stepping under the water. With her head down, the persistent stream hit her head and neck; rivulets running down her back and steam continuously building up in the room. By then, Y/n could barely tell the difference between her tears and the water that drenched her.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and only when her fingers became wrinkled and when the glass shower walls were completely fogged over did Y/n even consider shutting the water off. “God,” she breathed, raising her head, scrubbing her hands over her face. Turning, she took the sliver knob in her hand, and as it went clockwise, the flow lessened until it stopped completely.

Sliding the door open, she grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself before stepping onto the fluffy mat at the entrance. In front of the mirror, Y/n used her palm to swipe away to some of the fog, only to regard her sullen reflection; cheeks flushed from her extended shower and eyes red from crying.

Her breath caught in her throat as she faced herself; she never wanted to be the kind of person who could betray someone like that. Planting her hands on the sides of the sink, more tears fell as Y/n finally let her mind admit a fact that it could no longer ignore. Not while she was staring herself down in the mirror at least. See, Y/n’s guilt didn’t just come from her betrayal, it came from knowing that from there on out, she’d never be able to lie with Luke without wishing it was Keanu.

Plopping onto the bed, dressed only in a clean pair of sweats, sans t-shirt, Keanu planted his elbows on his thighs. His head was downcast and he held his it in his hands, long fingers tangled in his dark hair. At some point, Keanu had deemed himself immune to making mistakes; he’d had so many experiences, done so much, that somewhere along the line, he’d somehow figured that everything he did was on his own, conscious volition, that he could no longer regret anything.

But he was clearly wrong, because, he’d made so many in the last twelve hours. He’d fucked his friend, a woman he had respect for. And he’d sent her away after, as if she were a one night stand. Keanu could clearly see the look in her eyes when Y/n had left. Hurt or confusion or something that wasn’t good. Truthfully, he’d never been good at reading women, so it was hard to tell. Everyone always praised him on being sensitive or intuitive, but really, underneath it all, Keanu was just a man. One still capable of making mistakes apparently.

With a heavy sigh, his fingers ran through his drying hair one last time before Keanu straightened up with a heavy sigh. He wished he didn’t think so much. But it alas, it was a consequence of being who he was. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Thinking that he’d hurt Y/n, that he’d lost any right to her friendship. Thinking that if their friendship had just imploded, their work relationship had too. And finally, thinking about how he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her body, her sounds and worst of all; what he’d do to experience that sober.

But he couldn’t, that wouldn’t be right. He couldn’t take advantage of Y/n, or anyone like that.

Standing from the bed, Keanu inhaled deeply, wishing that there were some way to change the events of the morning. Walking out to the living room, he glanced at his phone on the nearby end table. Maybe he should call her, apologize for his behavior. Keanu didn’t really want them to stand another week toeing around each other any way.

After another minute’s worth of contemplation, Keanu took hold of the device, pressing the power button, surprised that it still hard charge. Finding her number didn’t take very long as it was among a few others that he frequently used. Hesitantly, he hit call, and put the phone to his ear.

It range three times and Keanu imagined that Y/n had hesitated before finally picking up. “Hello,” her voice rang through, soft and unsure.

At first, Y/n wasn’t gong to pick up, but eventually, she realized that the best way to pretend that nothing had changed between her and Keanu, to pretend that she wasn’t exactly who she didn’t want to be, was to grow up and talk to him. When she answered, Keanu took a couple minutes before he spoke again, “I wasn’t sure if you’d pick up,” he determined weakly.

“Why wouldn’t I pick up?” Y/n had dried her hair and had just slipped into her fluffy white robe, moving on to rummage through her things for something to wear. When he called, Y/n had climbed onto the bed, one leg crooked under her, the other hanging off the edge as she sat sideways on the bed.

“Because of the way things went this morning,” Keanu offered shortly, no longer willing to dance around the issue. They were adults, they should talk about what they’d done, like adults. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

“I told you,” Y/n sighed, “It’s okay, we did something dumb, but we can’t just hold onto to it,” even if it wasn’t exactly logical, Y/n thought that the more she vocalized her regret, as in-existent as it was, the more ‘okay’ it was. Like somehow, it would erase what she had done or at the very least, would give her a reason to not tell Luke, “Look, Ke, we’re pretty good friends, can’t we just agree that this was a lapse in judgement?”

For a couple seconds, Keanu was silent, and Y/n hoped that she didn’t hurt his feelings, she hadn’t really thought about them when she said that. It was selfish, trying to cover her ass like that, without the slightest consideration for him, but sometimes you had to be selfish, right? Right. Eventually, just when Y/n had thought that she’d upset Keanu, he cleared his throat and spoke up, “Uh, yeah.” His words were so few that Y/n wasn’t sure if he was upset and didn’t make any move to fill the silence, leaving the ball in his proverbial court, “So we’re cool?”

“Mhm,” Y/n hummed in agreement. To her, they weren’t ‘cool’, they’d never be just ‘cool’. Not when it would probably take months for her to get his touch out of her mind, not when the next time she spent with Luke, she’d compare him to Keanu, not when pushing Keanu away felt so wrong. But she couldn’t say those things; they were drunk and it was a mistake. Besides, she wasn’t willing to risk their friendship by saying that she might, deep down, want more than that with him. “We’re cool.”

“Great,” Keanu was silent for a while again, probably debating weather or not he wanted to say more, “So.....”

“So...” Y/n mirrored, not sure on where they should go from there. It wasn’t like they could just jump back to way things a day or even a week ago.

Or could they?

“Maybe we could hang out,” Y/n blurted out, painfully hoping that they could immediately revert to their comfortable, not riddled with strange tension, friendship.

Keanu hesitated and Y/n could feel disappointment setting in, only perking up a little when he offered up his next words, “Sure, what about brunch, tomorrow? If I remember correctly you said you’d die for the mimosas here.”

“I did,” Y/n laughed, genuinely, “Brunch sounds great,” finally, she could breathe a sigh of relief. That was good; pretending nothing happened, getting back to their friendship. Just as Y/n was going to speak again, a knock on her door had her standing, “Ke, I’ve gotta go, someone’s at the door, talk later?”

“Sure, sounds great,” his own relief that they were returning to some semblance of normalcy was evident in his tone, “I’ll make us a reservation.”

“Great,” Y/n was already at the door, still in her thick robe and barefoot, “Bye,” as she hung up, she pulled the door open, her jaw slackening when she saw who was, wide grin plastered on on his handsome face, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a gorgeous bouquet in his right hand. Smile, she told herself. It hurt to split her lips like that, mostly because it was the least genuine smile that she’d ever offered anyone. Guilt, shame, regret. That was what she felt, all over again, “Luke,” Y/n breathed, no doubt in disbelief.

“Y/n,” he immediately pulled her into a hug, lifting her off the ground and spinning her before setting her down. A deep kiss followed, but all Y/n could feel when she forced her eyes shut was how it had felt to kiss Keanu, how soft his lips were, how his hands hand felt sunken into her hips, gripping tightly. “I missed you,” he pulled away, he eyed her curiously, “What’s wrong,” his brows furrowed, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Was that her punishment? Having to look him in the eyes mere hours after waking up in Keanu’s arms.

“I...um,” Y/n stuttered, discarding her phone on the nearby table, running a hand through her hair, her nails gently raking her scalp, “No, I just....�� Taking a breath, she steadied herself; there was no use crying over split milk, so why would she even tell Luke? They had a good thing going, he was a good man and mistakes happened, telling him that she’d slept with someone else would just break his heart. And Y/n didn’t want to do that. So really, by not telling him, she was doing him a favor.

That was it. She was lying to protect him. No one could fault her for that.

“No,” finally, Y/n had a handle on herself, her terrible rationalization doing wonders, “I’m just shocked, I wasn’t expecting you to be done in France until next week.”

“We wrapped up early,” Luke wrapped an arm around her waist and they walked over to the living area, “I know I should have called, but you told me you had the weekend off and I really wanted to surprise you.” When they stopped, he dropped his bag on the sofa and offered her the flowers. The bouquet comprised of a collection of her favorites; light pink roses complimented by blue baby’s breath and a few bright white daisies. “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful lady.”

Y/n blushed a little, smiling softly, “Thank you,” standing on her toes, she pecked his lips, “These are gorgeous.”

“Not half as gorgeous as you baby,” Y/n giggled, pretending to fawn at his cliche compliment. Where did he get those lines?

“I’m going to put these in water,” desperately, she wanted the moment to be over. Luke followed her into the kitchen, watching as she searched for a containment of some sort, eventually opting to empty a vase of artificial flowers, dumping the plastic flora onto the marble counter before half filling the porcelain catchment with water from the tap, before fitting the flowers into it, gently tugging at the petals until she was satisfied.

Luke stayed on the opposing side of the room, his expression caught between a disappointed frown and the ache of confusion, “Did I do something wrong?”

The hurt in his voice pulled at her heart and Y/n’s head snapped up, “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

Luke shrugged his shoulders, still not willing to believe her. It always stung that he was constantly trying to please her and Y/n could never sum up the resolve to put in the same effort. It confused Y/n too; why would he want to stay with someone like that, with someone who actively proved that she didn’t care as much as he did? “You’re quiet. I mean,” he forced a half smile, maybe to please her so she wouldn’t worry too much, “You’re always quiet, but not like this.”

Y/n sighed heavily, just make it right, she told herself. It wasn’t that hard, she was an actress for god’s sake. “Nothing’s wrong,” a trained smile made its way to her lips as she sauntered into his arms. Luke couldn't help it when they accepted Y/n readily, bending his head when Y/n circled hers around his neck, the tips of her fingers tangling in his honey-colored hair, “I’m just.....hungover.”

“Oh,” he teased, “Someone got carried away last night,” relived, Luke connected his lips with Y/n’s, “We could get some rest if you want.”

“That sounds nice,” it did, though, she was overwhelmed with the need to prove to herself that she could be with Luke and enjoy it the way she did before. He was good in bed, unless she was comparing him to Keanu, next to him, Luke was at best ‘pretty okay.’ But just a month before, he could make Y/n see stars; he was the kind of lover that put her needs before his own, sweet and attentive. In their year together, he’d never dared to be rough with her, simply preferring to guide her body to sweet release. Nothing like Keanu, who’d certainly proven that he could take control in the kind of way that shattered her world.

Y/n had like it more that she wanted to admit. She had always been too coy to ask Luke to roughhouse her anyway.

“But we could do something else, I mean, we haven’t seen each other in months,” slowly, she peppered kisses on his neck, teasingly nipping at his pulse point, “What do you think baby?” Her voice was low and husky and as arousal started trickling to her core, Y/n tried to push Keanu out of her mind.

“I think.....” Luke trailed off when one of her hands slid to his crotch, palming him through his jeans, groaning quietly when she started rubbing, “I think we should go to your room.”

“Good choice,” Y/n smirked, pulling away seductively, letting him follow a pace behind her, undoing the knot of her robe and letting the fabric slide down her shoulder and onto the ground just before pushing the door open.

Keanu played around with his phone for a while; responding to texts, reading emails and everything in between as he awaited Y/n at the table he’d gotten for them. His foot tapped impatiently and to say he was nervous wouldn’t be completely wrong, though, he would prefer something along the lines of ‘concerned’. He wasn’t really sure how they were supposed to act around each other given recent events. Sure, they could try to go back to the way things were before, but Keanu was almost certain that that was the reason the had ended up in bed in the first place. Friends shouldn’t be that comfortable with each other; goodbye kisses shouldn't have been that close to their lips, he shouldn’t know what it was like to have her head on his shoulder or what it was like to lay in her lap or have her fingers through his hair.

That was the problem. Too close, too fast.

But there was no use dwelling, especially when they were trying to move past it. Sighing, Keanu put his phone down, grabbing his iced tea and taking a long sip, hoping to clear his head before Y/n could get there. Speaking of, he briefly glanced at his watch; she was late, which was completely unlike her. Keanu had considered calling or texting, but ended up deciding against it; it was just fifteen minutes anyway.

Just as he replaced his glass though, Y/n came through the open doorway, lighting up at the sight of him. She looked exquisite, though Keanu wished he hadn’t noticed. Her plum dress was short, exposing her smooth legs and the chiffon ruffles falling from the neckline left the slightest bit of her cleavage on display.

Much to Keanu’s surprise, Y/n had brought someone along, a tall man with tousled blond hair and bone structure so sharp that it could probably cut paper. Keanu supposed, that to the female gaze, the man was conventionally attractive and he quickly deduced that he must be the infamous Luke. Thankfully, the hotel’s restaurant only had tables that seated three or more.

As they drew closer, Keanu stood, stepping out to meet them at the table, “Y/n,” he grinned, letting her initiate a hug just after pecking his cheek, “Hey.”

“Hi,” she beamed, though, the expression wavered when they pulled apart and she motioned to her companion, “Keanu, this is Luke. Luke, this is my friend Keanu.”

“Great to meet you,” their hands connected with a friendly smack and Keanu wasn’t sure who was trying to firmer the other’s grip. It shouldn’t have been a competition, that wasn’t a pissing contest. Still, Keanu felt the surge of testosterone, encouraging him to stand straighter, feeling a little triumphant when he found that he was a couple inches taller than Luke.

“Likewise,” Keanu smiled tightly, “I’ve heard a lot about you,” they gripped each other’s hands for a moment, and out of the corner of his eye, Keanu saw that Y/n was eyeing them skeptically. Keanu was the one to eventually pull away, suggesting that they sit, “You look beautiful, Y/n,” smiling at how she ducked, blushing.

Luke pulled out her chair first before getting seated next to her, his arm draping over the back of Y/n’s seat, “Thanks,” she seemed uncomfortable, and Keanu knew that he couldn’t begin to imagine how unsettling the situation must be for her; sitting at a table with her boyfriend, who wasn’t really her boyfriend, and the man who she’d cheated on him with. “It was a gift, from Luke’s mother.”

And it just got more awkward.

At that, Luke chuckled, “Yeah, mom’s been dying to get her hands on Y/n as a brand ambassador. Can’t blame her though, Y/n/n looks amazing in everything,” quickly, he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head. Y/n’s gaze just held Keanu’s and beneath her pseudo-happiness, he could see the guilt, fighting to break through.

“You know I try to stay away from that kind of stuff,” Y/n breathed, deciding that it was time to change the subject, “Why don’t we order?”

“Sure,” the rest of brunch went by uneventfully, though riddled with awkward tension; conversations were minimal and tense and the one time that Y/n and Keanu reached for the same thing, they both sprang back when their fingers brushed, apologizing profusely.

When it was over, they both breathed a sigh of relief, though, it was short lived because when the check came, before Y/n could even lean forward to pick it up, both Keanu and Luke scrambled to get it, “I should get it, since I intruded on your plans,” Luke chuckled, though anyone could hear the malicious under tones.

“No, I insist,” Keanu argued, gritting his teeth, his hold on the end nearest to him firm and warning, “You’re our guest, it would be rude me to let you pay.”

Lightly, Luke tugged on the little black, “It would be rude of you to reject my offer to pay.”

“I made the reservation, so I should pay,” Keanu tugged a little harder, his platinum card already in his free hand, “Give me the check,” he warned, a little sterner than warranted.

It was a war of glares and Y/n’s worry continuously grew as she watched it unfolded. Worrying on her lower lip, she hoped that it wouldn’t escalate, quickly deciding that it wouldn’t be wise to wait it out. Discreetly, she reached into her little handbag, getting out her own card, before reaching out and wrestling the leather envelope from their hands, “I’ll get it,” she smiled tightly, and when they went to argue she stopped them, already taking it and signing the bottom of the bill and sending it off with her card, “I insist.”

Keanu had made up some excuse of having an errand to run, just so he wouldn’t have to ride up in the elevator with them. Y/n couldn’t blame him and she was actually grateful; you could cut the tension between the three with a knife. Luke and Keanu clearly didn’t like each other and worse yet, Luke could readily see that things between Keanu weren’t as platonic as she’d led him to believe.

The minute the were in the room, Y/n kicked off her heels and before he made a move to do anything else, Luke confronted her, “Is there something going on between you two?”

Not knowing how else to deflect, Y/n feigned ignorance. Frowning, she furrowed her brows, “Me and who?”

Luke folded his arms, leaning against the wall that brought the foyer out to the living room. Sighing, Y/n backed into the back of the sofa, planting her hands on either side of herself as she half-sat , “You know I’m talking about Keanu. I saw you two, you still want to go with the ‘just friends’ excuse?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n scoffed, “It’s not an excuse,” she moistened her lips, knowing full and well that she was probably about to start a fight. Luke wasn’t wrong when he noticed something between her and Keanu, but she was far from willing to admit it. “Keanu is a friend, why are you making such a big deal of this?”

“I’m not making-” Luke cut himself off, hitting his fist with his thigh, “I know what you’re doing,” he accused, “And it’s not gonna work this time.”

“What am I doing Luke?” She raised her brows questioningly, continuing calmly, “Cause I’m not the one throwing around accusations.”

Exasperated, he pushed off the wall, walking to the other side of the room. They didn’t fight often; Y/n was always willing to apologize just to avoid a spat and Luke was always excusing her behavior. “But you’re the one in Chicago with a fucking movie star, having dinner with him almost every night, hanging out with him on weekends. God, said you fell asleep in his room,” he scrubbed his hands over his face, raking his short nails over his five o’clock shadow. Y/n could see the tension in his shoulders, the bulging veins in his arms and on his forehead. It was like he already knew and was just waiting for her to admit the truth, “Just tell me the truth.”

Just tell him the truth.

Y/n knew she should have, he already suspected it anyway. But she couldn’t do it, maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was cowardice. Y/n couldn’t hurt him like that and she couldn’t admit that she was the kind of person who would destroy a good thing because she couldn’t keep her pants on. Blinking slowly, Y/n approached Luke, tentatively resting her hands on his biceps, “There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Keanu. He’s just a friend. You know how it is,” she reassured, lifting one hand to cup his cheek, “We’re working together almost everyday, and he’s helped me a lot with Jackson, he’s just a really good friend.”

Inhaling deeply, Luke closed his eyes for a minute, his hands finding her waist. When he reopened them, his hazel orbs were glassy and Y/n anticipated what was coming next, “I saw the way he looked at you, the way you looked at him, and Y/n, you,” his voice broke, “You’ve been my world for the past year, and you won’t even call me your boyfriend.”

“Luke,” Y/n reasoned, “You know-”

“Labels don’t matter to you, I know,” he bowed his head, “But they matter to me. I want people to know that we’re a couple, cause I’m proud of you, cause I’m in love with you, even though I’m pretty sure you don’t feel the same.”

“You know that’s not true,” she frowned, sullen; Y/n had done the one thing she’d been avoiding.

“Then why haven’t you said it back?” Luke pulled away, putting some space between them and Y/n scoffed, defeated. With slumped shoulders and teary eyes, she watched as he picked up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, “Maybe we should take a break.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she was feeling; relief because it was over or dismay because the last year of her life was crumbling. She cared about Luke, she really did, maybe she wasn’t in love with him, but she did care. And now he was leaving, because he’d given her his best and she couldn’t even call him her boyfriend. Seeing him like that hurt, the way he fought tears and avoided her gaze, the way he was headed towards the door, without another word. “Luke,” she followed him hurriedly, “Don’t go.”

“Why?” His voice rose as he wretched his hand out of Y/n’s grasp. Sniffling, he blinked quickly, “Say it back, or something, anything that’ll convince me that I’m as important to you as you are to me.”

“I.....” what could she say? What was there to say?

Nodding slowly when she couldn’t offer up anything else, Luke turned the knob, pulling the door open.

“You’re breaking up with me?” It sounded like a question, but Y/n hadn’t meant it to be. It was more of a realization, a painful one. The scene was reminiscent of one she could recall from her childhood, when her father had left their family’s home the same way Luke was leaving then. Back then ache the was tripled, watching her father, her idol, walk away from her mother was one of the most painful things she’d ever witnessed, and from then on, Y/n had vowed that she’d never hurt someone like that. But there she was, doing it.

As always, he put her feelings before his, though, it was different that day. It was like he was trying to let her down easy, “I’m leaving,” he corrected, “Because I think we both need some time apart to think, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you Y/n.”

With that, he was walking towards the elevator, hand in his pocket and head down. When Luke was out of sight, Y/n closed the door, turning to lean against it, planting her face in her hands, sobbing quietly.

There was only one person that Y/n wanted to talk to after that. Maybe she’d call him later.

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normal - request - spencer reid x oc

request: “Ok this is super duper self indulgent, but could you write a fic where Spencer’s doing that thing where he’s all self conscious about his looks/personality/general being and reader is just NOT having it. I need the Boy to be showered in praise and reassurance that hes the best (and if it ends a lil smutty, huzzah, praise the sun!!)”

warnings: self-image issues from Spencer, gets a lil steamy towards the end but not full on smut (rip I wanted to write this super smutty but it didnt really fit into the mood of the story)

a/n: I hope y’all like this! whippin it up during work at the moment and I have had some ideas flowing since I got @spencers-sweater-vest‘s request this morning. hope you enjoy this, lovely!

also I named their cat FRODO cause I love lord of the rings and I think frodo is a great name for a cat or dog anyways ENJOY

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She had arrived home late from work, which was rare but not unexpected. Spencer had curled up underneath one of his warmest blankets and binge-watched Doctor Who all evening. The team had returned home earlier that Sunday morning from a particularly grueling case and to say he needed a break was an understatement.

His head eventually lulled over the back of the couch, mouth open with small snores to accompany his steady breathing. She made sure to close the door quietly and keep the lights turned off so as not to disturb him and made a mental note to not ask about the case until he was well-rested.

The meow of their young kitten, Frodo, startled her slightly and she stumbled into the kitchen table. She cringed when the legs of the table skidded across the tile floor in a not-so-quiet manner. Spencer’s head shot up immediately and he whipped around, disoriented.

“It’s just me!” she said with her hands up, “I didn’t mean to wake you up I’m so sorry-”

“You’re home late, what kept you?” he said as he stood up, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

She leaned down to pick their small cat up, running her fingers behind his ears, “One of our longtime clients decided to back out of an advertising deal and we tried so hard to change their mind, but television was the route they want to go. So there was that and the fact that we had to go through every single advertisement file we had on them and transfer all the necessary paperwork, I may or may not have fallen asleep at my desk, too. . .” she chuckled before sighing, “But I’m glad you’re back home, how did it go?”

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, a telltale sign that something was bothering him. They each took seats next to each other at the kitchen table as he began to explain the case. Frodo roamed between each of them on the table, mewing for scratches and rubbing underneath their chins.

“I just feel like it could have gone better, if I had just kept my mouth shut-”

“Whoa, what does that mean?”

He sighed, “Well the boy’s parents were there and I just couldn’t stop myself from spewing out all of the statistics and possibilities and it upset them so much,”

She cocked her head, “You were just giving them information they needed to know, Spence.”

“I wasn’t thinking about them, I was so insensitive to their situation and the husband didn’t exactly appreciate that I made his wife cry,” he paused, “Sometimes I just can’t stop the words before they come out and I nearly ruined any cooperation they were willing to give.”

“You can’t blame yourself, you know with the way your brain is wired that you can’t always control it,” she reached out to him and stroked his cheek, “Some people just don’t understand and you can’t expect them to. I doubt you nearly ruined the investigation,”

He pulled away from her hand and looked away, “I could have, if I had just kept my damn mouth shut. . .”

The way he trailed off so quietly concerned her and she furrowed her brows. Spencer never got down on himself, hardly ever, and when he did she knew there were other problems he wasn’t telling her about.

Spencer was really good at hiding things from her, especially his feelings. He tended to bottle things up until something triggered a massive explosion. This was usually followed by an angered shouting match with himself, or anyone else near him, but she knew he never meant to hurt anyone when that happened.

Usually it came from him being mad at himself. If Spencer was mad at someone, he let them know In the kindest way possible.

“What are you really thinking about, baby?” she whispered, leaning close to him.

He blushed and avoided her eyes, keeping his head low, “I just wish I could be a little bit more. . .normal.”

“Normal? Why would you ever want to be just normal?” she scooted closer to him so that their knees were touching and she laid a gentle hand over his thigh, “You know that’s what people love most about you, right? You are so far from normal, Doctor Reid. It’s one of the many reasons I fell in love with you,”

He scoffed, “I’m sure you could find someone better than me,”

He was stunned when she pushed herself away and stood up from the chair. She glared at him, hands on her hips and jaw clenched. Spencer met her glare and settled back into his chair, sinking lower under her gaze.

“Don’t you ever say anything like that again, got it?” she all but yelled, “No, you’re not normal, you are far from it, actually. That doesn’t make you any less of a person, though, and it doesn’t make me love you any less. How could you even think I would want someone else?”

He held her eyes to his and said nothing, unsure of how to even respond to her sudden outburst.

“In fact, your quirks and intelligence make me love you even more,” she took a step forward, “I love the way you frown when you’re thinking really hard about things or recalling the oddest bit of trivia,”

She took his face into her hands and tilted it up so he was looking straight at her. Her thumbs rubbed small strokes across his cheekbone, something he loved to feel.

“I also love the way you pout your lips when you come across something that actually stumps you,” she ran a thumb over his own chapped lips before leaning down slowly to kiss him.

“I love the way your nose crinkles when you’re embarrassed,” she placed a small kiss to the tip of his nose, then.

Spencer’s eyes went wide as she straddled him over the rickety kitchen chair, sitting in his lap as she continued to study his face.

“And I know you’ve been working extremely hard when those dark circles appear on your eyelids,” she slowly ran her thumb right under his eye, “And it makes me happy when they disappear cause I know that means you’ve had a good amount of uninterrupted sleep,” she leaned forward and placed sweet kisses over each of his eyes.

“I love when you grow your hair out, like it is now,” he let out a small yelp as she tugged his head back forcefully, gripping his curls tightly. Slowly, she trailed her lips down his neck and smiled at the goosebumps that scattered across his skin.

“Periorbital ecchymosis isn’t that common but I don’t think it’s the root cause of a bigger issue-”

“Spence, shut up for a minute,” she said against his skin, “But I do find it incredibly sexy when you talk all smart to me,” he sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of her tongue skimming across his throat.

She pulled away from his neck and reached for one of his hands, intertwining their fingers, “I love that you aren’t normal and I love that you don’t know when to stop talking, most of the time,” she winked at him, causing a very obvious and deep blush to cross his features.

“I know you may not love you completely but I hope it’s enough to know that I love you and your ‘imperfections,’ and that so many others feel the same way that I do about them,” she kissed his knuckles and pulled herself tighter to him, “They’re what make you, you.”

He finally met her eyes and smiled at her, causing her grin to intensify. He placed a strong, calloused hand on her cheek and pulled her forehead to meet his own. His lips met hers so gently she wasn’t even sure he was kissing her. Slowly his arms coiled around her back and pulled her flush against him.

The kiss deepened and a sigh escaped Spencer’s throat, his hands tangled themselves in her tresses and he could smell her perfume that lingered on her neck. Her tongue slid across his bottom lip, begging for access to the inside of his mouth.

His lips parted and her tongue explored the insides of his cheeks and battled for dominance against his own. The kisses became more frantic and needy and she slipped her hands underneath his sweater, causing him to shiver. Quickly she pulled it up and over his head, discarding it somewhere behind him. Frodo let out a frightened screech when the sweater landed on top of him, causing the couple to laugh loudly at the skittish animal.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered as he turned back to look at her. Her hands roamed over his chest and the little hair that was spread across it. She ran her thumb over each, small freckle that dotted his skin, smiling to herself.

“I love you,” he said as he placed his hands on her hips, “I’m sorry for making you mad earlier.”

She kissed his forehead, “You just need to learn to love yourself better, Spence, I wish you could see yourself through everyone else’s eyes.”

He smiled up at her, “I don’t know what I would do without you, honestly.”

“Well you certainly would miss this,” she smirked as she pulled her shirt up slowly, teasing him. His eyes were wide in hunger as she tossed the garment to the side, his hands sliding up her sides. Even in just a camisole it did not fail to turn him on and get him hard.

She leaned forward and tilted his chin up as she pulled herself closer to him, legs dangling over the back of the chair. Her smile was devilish, full of mischief and lust, something Spencer could feel himself beginning to reciprocate.

“Come to bed with me, Spencer.”

He reached around her body and placed a very firm squeeze to her ass, causing her to squeal in surprise and blush a deep red, “I have no objections to that demand,”

She leaned forward and kissed his lips once more, “Don’t ever forget how much I love you, too.”

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vanityhes · 5 years

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Another Man (one shot)

Inspired by this pic of drunk Harry at the Another Man launch party last year. He looked too fine to not write about. Sorry if I hyped it up too much and isn’t as filthy as y’all expected.

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The bones in my feet cracked and a long groan emitted from my body as I stretched from my head to my toes. I had been cramped up in the same position for the past five or six hours, occasionally taking a stretch break every once in a while to make sure blood was still flowing. It was a Saturday night and I usually spent them with Harry but tonight was different. I had a 10 page research report due on Monday about mental diseases and therapy, just now finishing after slaving away for several hours.

Usually I had my work done during the week but I was distracted everyday because of Harry. He was stressing out about the launch of his feature in Another Man magazine. I had to help him plan his launch party and make sure he had the right suit and other things that seem unimportant now. The party was scheduled to tonight, and of course I couldn’t go with Harry.

At first, Harry was reluctant to go without me, feeling bad that I was stuck at home doing work while he was celebrating with his friends and having a good time. I forced him to go. After all, the party was for him and not me. Admittedly, I was disappointed in the fact that I would be missing such an important event for him and I knew how much he wanted me to be there. But I had pushed off the assignment for too long and if it weren’t done today, then it would never get done.

I heard the chime of the alarm system go off, indicating that a door had just opened. Knowing it was Harry, I wasn’t alarmed when I heard him whistling the same tune he always did as his footsteps padded up the stairs to our bedroom. Harry came into view, staring down at his phone as he tapped a message to someone.

“Still awake, I see,” he said, continuing to type his message as I sat criss-crossed in front of my laptop. His words were slightly slurring together but not as much as they would if he were really drunk.

“Mhmm. Have a fun time at your party?” I replied, saving my work and shutting the laptop before pushing it to the side.

“Yeah. Had a few drinks, if you don’t mind,” Harry said, glancing at me for only a second before looking back at his phone. “I see you’ve had some, too.” He was referring to the almost empty glass of wine I had sitting on the bedside table.

“Well, I had to celebrate you somehow. Even if it was just by myself,” I quipped happily. I don’t know if it was the wine or I was just glad he was home after a long day but I had this tingly feeling in my toes. Not to mention, he certainly looked delicious. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. His lips were as pink as ever, surrounded by a week’s worth of stubble, and his eyes were drooping slightly from being tipsy. He had cut his hair a few months ago, getting rid of the long locks that went past his shoulders and introducing a new hairstyle that I’d never imagine seeing on him. It suited him, making him look even older and more mature. All I could say was that he looked delicious, even this late at night.

Harry rambled on about his night, talking about the many celebrities that congratulated him on this magazine cover and how his older sister was highly jealous of him. His already loose tie was discarded on the dresser along with the many rings he wore on his fingers. He made his way to the closet to take off the rest of his clothes, making light conversation with me as he did this.

“I wish you would’ve come, love. Probably would’ve been more fun,” he said.

“Me too. Maybe next time,” I replied.

“Mum wouldn’t stop asking ‘bout you. She was running my ear the entire night, saying I shouldn’t have left the only girl she’s ever liked all by herself at home. Almost think she loves you more than I do.”

I laughed softly. Anne never failed to shower me with love in any way possible, even if it meant overlooking Harry completely. She always said that I was the perfect match for Harry, and everyday I believed her more. We were in sync in and we rarely fought, and if we did it always ended with rough sex.

My skin was on fire. All I wanted to do was kiss him and let him touch me everywhere. “Harry?”

“Yeah?” Harry replied, completely disregarding the fact that I cut him off mid-sentence. He was rambling on about George Barnett telling him a joke that only Harry would find funny. I could still hear him rummaging around in the closet.

“Can you come here?” I said trying not to sound whiny.

“Give me a minute. These bloody shoes are a bit hard to get off,” Harry said as he grunted in frustration. He continued on with his story that seemed to drag on and on.

I sighed. This was taking longer than I expected and the heat between my legs was causing me to squirm. “Baby?”

Harry emerged from the closet, still wearing his loose button up shirt and pants. “What is it?” He asked.

I bit my lip and motioned my finger for him to come here. A small smirk spread across his lips as he came closer, his tall frame towering over me while I sat on my knees on the bed. I leaned in for a kiss, humming against his lips as I felt knots in my stomach form. Harry’s lips moved slowly but expertly on mine as his hand slid from my cheek to the back of my neck and into my hair. His other hand cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Harry was an amazing kisser, always knowing when to use his tongue and how much to use.

The stubble around his mouth and on his chin tickled me but I had to hold back my laugh. I could only imagine how it’d feel if it were tickling the insides of my thighs instead while I rode his face.

Harry detached our lips and pecked my cheek. “One of those nights, huh?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips that made me want to kiss him even more. His thumb ran over my lips and pulled my bottom lip down as I nodded my head and whimpered a little, craving to feel his lips on mine again. I licked the tip of his thumb before enveloping it into my mouth, sucking lightly and making Harry hum.

“Missed you. And your fingers,” I hummed. Harry slipped two of his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to suck on them like I would his cock, bobbing my head up and down against him. I maintained eye contact with him because I knew how much it drove him crazy. I didn’t mind tasting the metal of his rings. I was too focused on the tips of his fingers poking at the back of my throat, making me gag but turn him on at the same time. I gagged once more before pulling back and licking his fingers, a small giggle coming from my spit covered lips that curved into a sinister smile.

“God, you’re so sexy, beautiful, gorgeous,” he said, cupping my face again and kissing me in between each praise. My hands ran up and down his exposed chest. I fucking loved it when he had the first few buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his toned chest and the cross necklace that dangled on his collarbones. Something about it made me crazy and want to jump his bones in a heartbeat.

I pulled away for a brief second just to whine, “fuck me,” before planting kisses from the corner of Harry’s mouth down to his neck and collarbones. I took the cross necklace between my teeth and looked up at Harry, who had his lips parted slightly, nearly drooling at the sight of his girl begging for it.

Harry held my chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting it up slightly and releasing the necklace from my teeth. He placed a soft kiss to my lips that earned a soft moan from me.

“I’m tempted. Not tonight, kitten. M'really drained. What good would a half-assed fuck be if I can’t give you the pleasure you want?” Harry said. The hand that he had on the back of my neck rubbed circles in my hair. There was no way that all of that didn’t even make him hard.

I pouted, feeling desperate just for a touch from him. “Please, just a little bit,” I begged. “Doesn’t have to be for long. Just put the tip in and I’ll cum in minutes. I need you.”

Harry chuckled softly and pressed kisses on my lips and cheeks. As much as he loved when I begged like this, he wasn’t budging. “Sorry, love. Tomorrow,” he said. He placed a tender kiss on my lips once more before disappearing back into the closet to take off the rest of his clothes and change into something more fitting for sleep.

I sighed in defeat as I plopped down in bed and shut off my bedside lamp. Harry slid into bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my body and pulling me closer. He nibbled on my earlobe before kissing it and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck before mumbling a good night that I reciprocated kindly but bitterly.

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Sleep wasn’t an option since I kept waking up every hour, craving for Harry. We’d barely touched each other all week except for when I sucked him off while he was driving home on Tuesday.

It was three in the morning and all I could think about was me riding his cock or even his face. I whimpered as my mind flickered to the thoughts of his pretty pink lips covered with juices from my orgasm as he inched me towards the brink of another one. My thighs squeezed together just thinking about the dirty things he’d say to me like “so wet for me kitten” or “fuck you taste so good” or “I bet your pussy would feel so good on my cock”

Judging by the way he was breathing, I knew Harry was fast asleep, so there was no chance of me waking him up for a 3 am quickie, for he’d be angry and tell me to go back to sleep. Even though he was knocked out, I could still feel his bulge behind me. This usually happened whenever we slept like this. I usually wore one of his T shirts and panties to sleep— sometimes skipping the latter— and he would wear boxers or shorts without underwear. Harry would get his morning wood because I moved too much in my sleep and I usually ignored it but tonight was different. His arm was wrapped around my waist and his breath was on the back of my neck. I decided to do the one thing that would help my situation.

I circled my hips slowly, rubbing my ass up and down Harry’s growing bulge. A quiet whimper came from me as I continued to do this.

Harry’s breathing changed slightly as I grinding against him to get the friction I needed. I could feel his body become lighter as he woke up a little, dry humping me even though he was still asleep. A small moan came from his throat, which earned one from me.

“Harry,” I moaned softly as I rubbed up and down my slit through my panties.

“Not now, baby,” Harry’s raspy voice said lowly. His arm pulled me closer and his face nuzzled into my neck. The grinding stopped and my heart sunk.

I whimpered in response but it sounded like a short cry, though that would be plausible since I was in so much agony at the moment.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely audible even with him right next to my ear. “Hm, tell me what’s wrong.”

I turned around to face him, who still had his eyes closed but they struggled to stay open after a long day of anxiousness, excitement, and fatigue. “I want you,” I moaned softly, kissing his lips and begging for him to take me. “Please, daddy.”

A low grumble sounded from his throat as he rubbed his eyes. “’s that bad, innit?” He asked. His green eyes drooped from tiredness, and for a second, I felt bad for waking him up.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Harry sighed as his fingers reached under the covers and hooked onto the waist band of my panties before snapping them against my skin to tell me to take them off. I did so quickly and kicked them off the bed as to not waste time. Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me on top of him, sliding down on the bed so my wet lips were positioned right on top of his.

“’s this what yeh wanted, kitten?” Harry hummed, kissing the inside of my thighs and inching dangerously close to my entrance. “Waking me up at three in the morning just so I can eat your pussy?”

“Yes, daddy,” I moaned. My legs trembled as his tongue made a long stride up my slit. Harry’s tongue worked wonders against my heat, flicking up against my sensitive clit. His moans rumbled through my entire body as he suckled against the bundle of nerves. “Oh, baby.”

Harry’s arm wrapped around my thigh and his thumb rubbed circles around my clit. The only noises in the room was the sound of Harry’s lips smacking against my wet pussy hungrily and me moaning his name simultaneously. Harry’s eyes never lost contact with mine as he at me out so gloriously until he shut his eyes as if this was the greatest feeling in the world; having his girl sitting on his face and riding his mouth like she would his cock.

My legs felt like jelly as I neared closer to my orgasm, Harry pushing me on with dirty talk. He reached up and squeezed my breasts. “That’s right, kitten. Ride my face just like that,” Harry said. His voice was muffled under me but it was enough to drive me over the edge. Harry flicked his tongue at just the right angle, making me feel like my insides were on fire and like I was riding on a cloud.

“Fuck, baby. Right there,” I moaned breathlessly. Harry continued flicking his tongue rapidly as he squeezed my ass and smacked it harshly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as a strong orgasm rippled through my body and my juices spilled on Harry’s tongue. Muscles taut and toes curling, a series of involuntary moans pushed past my lips. I had to lift myself off Harry’s mouth otherwise I’d be screaming loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Harry kissed the inside of my thighs sweetly before flipping me under him. His lips pressed softly to my cheek, neck, and down my body as he pushed my shirt— or rather his shirt— above my breasts. His tongue swirled around both of my nipples briefly before leaving my body entirely.

A sigh left his lips as he fumbled with the hem of his shorts that he began pulling down. I was starting to feel bad for waking him up after only a couple hours of sleep. “Harry, you don’t have to do that,” I said, trying to push his hands away but he smacked them away.

“You wanted this, didn’t you, love?” He said, a tired smile spreading across his lips. His eyes were glowing even with his dark pupils engulfing the emerald irises.

Harry discarded his shorts on the floor before mounting me. He spread my legs wide and positioned himself on his knees in between mine, all while pulling my hips towards him more. A grunt of approval came from him as he rubbed my wet slit with the tip of his cock. I held my breath as he pushed in, never getting used to the way it felt having his length in me.

Once he was fully in me I couldn’t hold my breath anymore. Harry began thrusting into me slowly but deeply. I could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made me feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which usually had me growing impatient but this time it felt just right.

Our skin stuck together as his hips glided into my softly. The air in the room was filled with my soft moans and Harry’s heavy breathing. I love the way he looked when he fucked me so good like this. It was like the only thing that mattered to him was that I was content and feeling all the pleasure I could, having it all come from him.

One of his large hands squeezed my breasts before sliding up to wrap around my neck. I couldn’t hide the devilish grin that spread across my face, and I knew that Harry saw it too. “You like that, don’t you? Hmm, you like it when daddy chokes you a bit?” Harry cooed quietly. A cheeky grin twitched at the corners of his mouth, making large dents in his cheeks. It made me giggle but the feeling was so good that I couldn’t suppress my moans.

I didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving me to the edge. Harry’s soft lips were slightly parted with his bottom lip always jutting out and begging to be kissed and sucked on. I pulled him closer so I could do just that, not caring that sleep was on his breath. At first, his lips moved lazily on mine but they soon gave in and melted onto my skin. Harry’s tongue was always first to invade my mouth but it was never in a bad way.

Harry’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving me a moaning mess under him. My fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved from mine to my neck. My other hand squeezed his ass because I knew how much he liked it. Harry always thought it was my silent way of begging him to go deeper and hit harder. And that’s exactly what he did.

“Shit,” Harry groaned as his hips crashed against mine faster and harder. The bed creaked under us, making me smile because you’d think that a multimillionaire like Harry would have more than enough money to buy a bed that was less noisy. He claimed that he liked the sounds it made when he’s fucking me good.

“Fuck me,” I whined softly in Harry’s ear. There’s nothing more that he loved than to hear me whining and begging in his ear while he fucked me deep like this. I couldn’t control my moans anymore and my muscles were growing taut. I knew harry could feel my walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Words need not to be spoken as my moans spoke for me, reaching a higher volume than before. My toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving my body shaking as I climaxed around Harry’s cock.

As I caught my breath, Harry continued thrusting inside of me. “C'mon, baby. Cum for me. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” I whispered in Harry’s ear before nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck me,” Harry groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of my moans to get Harry to come inside of me. His warm release filled me up in a way that I would never get used to.

For a moment we just lied there panting and being lost for words. Looking up at the ceiling, I was seeing more than just the chandelier. I was seeing stars and colors even though the room was nearly pitch black. Harry always had this affect on me and I knew I had it on him too.

When I was finally done struggling for air, I felt Harry’s soft lips pecking my neck and chest. “Such a horny girl. Maybe I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long,” Harry said with a chuckle. He pulled himself out of me, making me whimper at the sudden cold and emptiness, and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he had a wet rag that he used to clean me up with before using it on himself.

“You’re so good to me,” I said softly. Harry climbed back into bed with me and pecked my lips.

“Anythin’ for my baby.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #smut #dirty fic #fan fic #one shot #dirty one shot #one direction #future reference #smutty #another man #harry styles another man #harry styles one shot #1d dirty imagine #2019 #repost from 2017

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mellifluousleaf · 6 years

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Tell Me Your Lies

Pairing: Poly!BTS x reader

Word count: unknown

Warning(s): angst in possible future?

Note: this is inspired by immortals by bang-tan-bitch, they are extremely amazing and I love them and please shower them with love;

Posted 7/30/18 (idk how to do the text break thing on the mobile app and it sucks)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16/17 (Final)

Quick synopsis: Even the sweetest of angels will sin

Seven black feathers were set ablaze as they descended from heaven and towards earth. These were the remnants of the cursed angel. Each feather turned into golden ashes as the fire consumed it, but as they fell upon the barren ground, seven kneeling bodies began to appear where the ashes gathered. The golden dust coated each of them from head to toe. Once the ashes stilled upon the empty ground, the seven bodies slowly rose up to stand. It was complete. The rebirth of the cursed angel was complete, but this time, the angel was born upon a broken earth, and the soul of the angel had been split into seven.

The curse that the seven were forced to carry forces them through a cycle of eternal pain. Every century, their soulmate would be reborn on earth, and through fate, the seven would always find their mate. However, the relationship that blooms when they meet their mate will always end in disaster. It was inevitable. The seven have searched for a way to end the tortuous curse, but nothing has arisen after millions of years of searching. Their previous soulmate was the most brutal heartbreak yet. She had cheated on them after being with them for ten years. It was a tortuous moment for the seven. Everything was fine until that one day, it was as if a switch was turned on and their soulmate became a different, more cold, person. The seven knew it was all the curses doing, but that still didn’t stop the pain that gripped their hearts.

It was now 2018 and another century had passed. The seven hid their supernatural identity behind the mask of BTS. They were living their lives to the fullest, and they were all so occupied with world tours, dancing, and singing that they had forgotten about their curse for a while. But reality came crashing down the moment you appeared before them.

You stood anxiously in line for the fan meet. Their songs were being blasted through the speakers, the bass rumbling through the entire room. Chatters from all the fans in line seemed to muffle everything around you. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn’t notice it was your turn to meet the first member, Namjoon.

The moment his eyes met you, his heart stopped. You were beautiful, everything he could have asked for. You carefully sat down in front of him in the chair. Placing the album on the table. Namjoon wasted no time and quickly signed it, pushing the album aside in order to grasp your hands in his. Fire seemed to ignite under your skin from where he touched you. Your breathing seemed to become shallow and your surroundings faded away. Nothing was said as he held your hands, but the moment you raised your eyes to glance at him, it was clear no verbal words were needed. His eyes were full of mixed emotions, they were full of passion, love, pain, and fear. It was as if an entire story was stored behind his eyes. You had no clue what was going on, but you didn’t have enough time to process it before the sound of a lady’s voice broke through your trance. The woman, who was helping keep the flow of the fanmeet, was informing you that it was time to move onto the next member. You stared at her for a couple of seconds, still recovering from the trance you were just stuck in. You quickly nodded your head, attempting to stand up from your spot. You were met with resistance. You quickly looked down at your hands and saw Namjoon still holding them, his head held down. His grip tightened when you tried to pull away again. You were stuck. You didn’t know what to do. Before you could open your mouth to ask him if something was wrong, he simply lifted his head to look at you one more time, his eyes still swirling with emotions. He then lightened his grip on your hands, allowing you to slip away from him. The fire that was set ablaze under your skin from his touch simmered down the moment he let go. You sent a soft smile towards him that made his heart ache. He knew that pain lays in the future if he continues to fall more in love with you, but that didn’t stop him from waving one of the bodyguards over to him, ready to endure the curse’s cycle again. You quickly turned your head and saw who the next member was. Seokjin.

You steadily made your way to the seat placed in front of him. He was busy laughing at something the other members were doing at the end of the table, so he didn’t notice you at first. However, the moment his ears heard you greet him, all of his attention was trained on you. Your voice caused his heart to flutter. He became a stuttering mess as he asked for your name. You simply chuckled at his actions and told him your name. He signed your album with quick smooth motions before sliding the album down the table to the next member. He reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart rate increased instantly as he came close to your face. Seokjin lingered a bit once he finished tucking your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes with dangerous, but addicting passion. He leaned back to sit in his chair, taking your hands in his at the same time. When seokjin’s hand made contact with yours, it felt as if electricity ignited and ran through your veins. You felt a shiver go down your spine. None of this was normal, but it was all so addicting and felt so right at the same time. Seokjin began to shower you with praises, his words tumbling out like a waterfall. You blushed and tilted your head down to hide the heat that rose up on your cheeks. You suddenly heard Seokjin’s voice stop and felt fingers grasp your chin in a gentle grip. Seokjin lifted your head and murmured something under his breath. “I’m s-sorry, what did you say” you stuttered. “I said don’t ever hide your face from me, you’re too beautiful to be hidden,” he said. Before Seokjin could continue to make you blush more, you were informed that it was time to move on. You quickly stood up and walked to the next seat with your head tilted down, your cheeks still extremely warm from blushing. You could feel seokjin’s gaze following you as you walked to the next member, but you didn’t turn to look at him. You reached the next chair and sat down, finally looking up to meet the eyes of Hoseok.

Hoesok’s eyes were a blazing fire. He was stuck in a trance, staring at you with fierce passion. “Umm, h-hi, I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you,” you said to him, bowing your head a little. The moment your words began to ring through his ears, he snapped out of his trance, accidentally pushing the album off the table. A slight blush rose upon his cheeks. He hastily picked the album up and signed it, placing it to the side with clumsy hands. His hands engulfed yours in a second. He brought your hands up to his mouth where he placed a kiss on the back of each hand. The brush of his lips on your skin felt like a soft feather had landed upon your hands. “You’re more beautiful than I remember” he whispered into your hands. What did he mean by that, you wondered. You dwelled on the thought for a while but were quickly brought out of your mind by Hoseok. The brush of his lips against your skin felt like a drug, it was all too addicting. You were blushing at the close contact, quickly looking down to try to stop the heat on your cheeks, but your head jerked back up when you felt a burning drop of water upon your hands. Hoseok’s head was tilted down, right above your hand, a single tear lingering on his chin . Before you could ask him why he was crying or if you did something wrong, the lady appeared before you, her voice running through your ears telling you that times up. Hoseok quickly wiped his tears and looked back up to you, giving you the best smile he could. He sent a small wave to you as you began to walk to the next member. You returned his wave and looked at him with soft worrying eyes, hoping that he was alright. As you turned back around, you saw who the next member was, Yoongi.

His gaze was like a soft icy breeze that slightly bit your skin but caressed you with the softest touch. His hands were already moving and signing the album before you reached the chair. Once you sat down, he laid his hands on the table, palms up, nervously waiting for you to place your hands in his. When your hands met his, he gently curled his fingers to wrap around yours, unconsciously drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looked up to stare at you. When you met his gaze, your breathing nearly stopped. His eyes seemed to shift in color, but you just assumed it was the lighting in the room. “I’ve finally found you again my muse” he quietly says to you. You were confused. Again? What does he mean by that? You didn’t have much time to question the situation for Yoongi had intertwined your fingers with his. It was a perfect fit, almost as if it was meant to be from the beginning of time. He gently tugged your hands closer to him, causing you to lean over the table a little. His eyes seemed to flicker down to your lips, his gaze becoming more addicting. Before Yoongi could lean in closer to you, it was announced that you had to move to the next member now. In a split second, you found your hands cold again, the warmth that had just encased it was gone. When you looked at Yoongi, you saw his hands gripped in a fist, his eyes avoiding you. You slightly frowned, worried that you might’ve done something wrong. Not wanting to keep the line held up, you made your way to the next member, Jimin.

Jimin’s eyes were full of curiosity, playfulness, but caution. The memeories of the past century flooded his mind, setting his heart ablaze. But the moment you sat down in front of him and greeted him, you became the sole thing he thought of. Beautiful. That was the only thing that Jimin could think of as you sat before him. He quickly leaned forward, one of his hands grasping yours while his other hand came up to caress your face. A smirk danced upon his face when he saw you blushing from the close proximity. “My beautiful goddess,” he murmurs under his breath, his thumb brushing across your cheek. You quickly dart your eyes to the side, not being able to handle the passion that swirled behind Jimin’s eyes. Your thoughts were still swirling with questions and confusion, but you were quickly torn from them when you felt a forehead pressed against yours. You quickly glance back at Jimin and look up from beneath your eyelashes. There before you was Jimin, his eyes closed in deep thought as he leaned his head against yours. Even though the sound of the speakers were still blaring through the room, you felt that there was nothing around you, you felt that it was just you and Jimin. All the sound came rushing back in when Jimin leaned back. It was clear that he was irritated that his moment with you was cut short by the women who tapped him on the shoulder in order to tell him that he had to sign your album now so that the next fan can sit down. He swiftly grabbed the marker and placed the tip against the surface of the album. He hesitated for a few seconds. He didn’t want to sign it because then you would leave him, and he didn’t want you to go, but he knew that if he waited too long, people would get suspicious. He smoothly guided the marker across the album, capped his marker, and sent the album down the line, leaning back to watch you go, his eyes still burning with passion. You stood up and gave him a small sweet smile, lightly waving your hand at him as you made your way towards Taehyung.

It took every cell in Taehyung’s body to not push the table aside and have you in his arms. Taehyung learned from Jimin and went ahead and signed the album before you sat down. His eye’s stared you down with an emotion that you couldn’t figure out. Taehyung still remembered that one night a century ago when the previous soulmate left his life. It was painful and he never wanted to live that feeling again, but when he saw you, he was willing to bear the pain again, just so that he could re-experience falling in love with you. His large hands wrapped yours in a comforting warmth. Taehyung was speechless. You were beautiful to him, it was as if the heavens spent millions of years creating you. He grabbed one of your hands and guided it towards his face, placing his cheek into the palm of your hand. He closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch. He turned his head slightly into your palm, pressing a soft kiss on your hand. Your skin began to burn where his lips touched your skin. It was a painful warmth, but it was so addicting at the same time. Taehyung’s intense gaze seemed to set your skin even more on fire. “My beautiful flower has bloomed again,” he mutters to himself. You tilted your head in confusion at his comment. He chuckled at your confusion, his deep laughter sending shivers down your spine. “ Tell me, my beautiful flower, how are you-.” His question was cut short when the lady appeared again to tell you that it was time to move to the last member. As you tried to get up, Taehyung followed suit, standing up and placing his hands flat against the table. He stared down in deep thought. You hesitantly reached your hand out to check if he was okay, but quickly retracted it when Taehyung looked up at you. His eyes seemed to change in color, shifting between a deep chocolate brown and a galaxy purple. He soon realized that he might be scaring you, shaking his head a little and sending a signature boxy smile to you before sitting back down. You returned his smile with one of your own. You turned and headed down to the end of the table, stopping right in front of Jungkook.

Jungkook avoided your gaze, his heart clenching at the reminder that if he fell in love with you, he would just end up in pain. He tried to avoid you more by focusing on signing your album. You nervously fidgeted in your seat, chewing on your bottom lip a little. Jungkook paused while he was signing your album, looking up from beneath his lashes in hopes of catching a glimpse of you without you noticing. As he did so, his gaze accidentally connected with yours. He couldn’t stop starring. He was trapped by your hypnotizing eyes. “Umm, uh, hi,” you softly said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Jungkook was so enamored by you that he didn’t hear anything you said. He dropped his marker to the side, ignoring the album. He quickly leaned over the table, reaching for your hands in a hastily manner, applying a slight pull, causing you to lean forward a little too. His face was close to yours, almost too close. You gasped a little, his eyes were shifting in colors like the others had too, except you knew this wasn’t just the lighting in the room playing tricks on you. The border of his iris was lined with gold, the color slowly creeping towards his pupil. You were so entranced by the shift in his eye color that you failed to notice how Jungkook was slowly moving his face closer towards you, tilting his head slightly so that he can meet his lips with yours. A small thud of a foot colliding with a leg could be heard underneath the table, followed by a hiss of pain from Jungkook. Jungkook quickly whipped his head to the side, glaring right at Taehyung. Taehyung returned the glare with an equally intense stare, a silent warning hidden in the stare too. Jungkook leaned back into his seat, his hands still gripping yours. “I-I uh….” Jungkook said quietly. He couldn’t find the words to explain your beauty. You were beautiful and he knew that he was falling deeper in love with you each second that you were near him. His eyes darted to the side, too shy to meet yours. Even though you haven’t said anything, his cheeks were slightly tinted red. Jungkook finally gained the courage to meet your kind gaze again, his mouth slightly parted, ready to finish the sentence he started. Just as he was about to speak, the lady from before came up behind you, placing her hands on your upper arms, informing you that your time with Jungkook had to be cut a little early because the fan line was starting to back up and things were starting to run behind schedule. You simply nodded your head in understanding as she quickly guided you out of your seat, causing your hands to slip from Jungkook’s grip. Jungkook was too in shock to realize your hands had disappeared from his. He tried to lean forward to recapture your hands, but you were already too far from his grasp by then. Annoyance radiated from Jungkook as he watched the lady escort you towards the exit. He was determined to not let you go the next time he saw you again.

The lady guided you towards the exit, handing you your signed album as you both reached the door. She slightly bowed her head at you, apologizing for the sudden rush. You softly smiled at her and told her that you understood the situation and that it was okay. She gave you one last smile before quickly hurrying back to the fan meet table. You pushed the door open, entering the front lobby, the light from the sun streaming through the tall windows. You looked down at your album, admiring the unique signatures of each member. As you stared down at the album, you didn’t notice the pair of black shoes that stopped right in front of you until the person who belonged to the shoes cleared their throat. You quickly looked up to be met with a large bulky man in a black suit. It was the same man that Namjoon had waved over when you left him to go to Seokjin. “Are you (y/n) (l/n)?” he asked. “Umm u-uh yes?” you replied softly. “Your ticket for the fan meet had been put in a raffle and was selected, meaning that you have won an opportunity to spend the rest of the day with all of BTS if you’re available. If not, we can reschedule the day,” the man informed you. You were perplexed, you don’t remember anything about a raffle, but you weren’t going to question it. you simply nodded informing the man that you were free for the rest of the day. The large man nodded, telling you to follow him to a waiting room. He guided you to an elevator, bringing you to the twelfth floor. The elevator door opened, showing a luxurious hallway donned in gold decorations and a royal red carpet. His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, the entire hallway was silent. He stopped in front of room 1207B. He swiped a card in the card reader, causing the door’s lock to click, indicating that it was unlocked now. The giant man twisted the golden handle, opening the door to reveal a large spacious room. The room looked as if it was built for royals. The curtains were intertwined with golden thread, the windows reached the ceiling, bathing the entire room in a golden blanket. It was a beautiful room. “Please wait here until the others are done with the fan meet. Feel free to make yourself at home in here,” the man said, giving you a kind smile that caused his eyes to crinkle a little. Before you could ask the man more questions, he was already out the door, the sound of the lock sliding into place filling your ears. You were confused, not knowing what to do. You quickly glanced around the room. You saw a couch placed in the center of the living room, right in front of an expensive coffee table. You quietly shuffled over to the couch, plopping down onto it as you continued to take in your surroundings. Everything looked expensive and you were afraid to touch anything. You glanced back down at your hands, the album still gripped in them. The sunlight from the windows reflected off the surface of the album, bringing your attention to one of the signatures. It was Jungkook’s. You traced the lines of his signature, drawing out the letters of his name, but your fingertips stopped four letters short of his name. His signature was incomplete by four letters. Maybe he can finish the rest of the signature when you see him after the fan meet, you thought. Your eyes continued to roam around the room, your attention landing on the coffee table in front of you. A golden angel sculpture sat in the center, its back hunched over as it’s wings surrounded it’s kneeling body. It seemed like a normal sculpture, but a slight splash of black caught your attention. Seven feathers on the wings had it’s golden paint scraped off, revealing cold black stone underneath.

Author’s note: tbh idk what I was planning on doing with this entire thing. I’ll probably write the part where the disaster happens and everything falls apart, but idk. If people want me to, I might be willing to turn this into a little series? If not then I’ll only have one more story to add to this one, almost like an extended one-shot

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Lucky -- Chapter Twenty-One

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 3103

“Dance is expressing nature with your body,” Master WooReuk says from his spot on the platform in the classroom. “The wind blows,” he waves his arm across his body. “The rain falls,” he begins to dance as if nature were controlling him.

Hansung has a smile on his face as he mimics the movements.

I can’t help the tight-lipped grin that takes over my face as I move my hand slightly like the boy to my right.

“The sun rises,” Master WooReuk continues his interpretive dance. “Just as the river and ocean flow, so must your body move. Sense it with your body, and let it take over.”

I spot Sooho moving his hands as if he’s figuring out rhythm. These boys all around me seem to be trying to force the rhythm to come to them, but it just doesn’t work that way.

“You must understand the softness…”

I feel Hansung’s hand grab at my thigh, but all I can do is fail to push him away.

“In order to express your feelings through dance, you need to understand the softness. Now, we must stretch out to achieve that softness, or you will risk hurting yourself.”

In the next few minutes, boys spread out across the room, partnering up as they go. I’m not surprised that no one partners up with me, when I go down into the splits without a second thought. However, I am surprised when BanRyu pairs up with Sooho, Sunwoo joins with Jidwi, and Hansung decides to go with Yeowool.

“Such babies,” I giggle as I bend down to reach for my feet. “I’m not even trying.”

“It’s easy for you,” BanRyu groans in pain as his leg is up on Sooho’s shoulder. “You don’t have anything in the way, so you can do it without any real trouble.”

“I’m in pain,” Hansung whines. “I can’t stretch any further.”

“Neither can I,” Yeowool’s chuckle is higher pitched than normal.

“Ara, how are you so flexible?” Sooho smirks at BanRyu’s pain.

“I dipped my toe into all kinds of pools when I was young,” I straighten back up. “Some things stuck, others didn’t. This is one of those stuck things.”

“What didn’t stick?” Yeowool asks.

“Cooking, telling stories, raising birds, and much more,” I raise my leg up into a split position. “Good thing I didn’t give up talking to Hansungie.”

“Hey,” Hansung pouts, wincing as he tries to stretch down towards Yeowool. “I’m not hard to talk. You love talking to me.”

“Says you,” BanRyu grunts out.

“You are pulling too hard,” Sunwoo chokes out.

I look over to see Jidwi pulling on Sunwoo’s arms as he holds his legs apart with his feet.

“I must not like brother’s who make their sister’s cry,” Jidwi glares at Sunwoo. “Either that, or I must be jealous. Not that it really matters.”

I place my foot back on the ground, looking around at my friends in pain. “Okay guys, can someone help me stretch out. I want to find the softness too.”

“Oh, you have the softness already,” BanRyu taunts.

I slap the boy on the back, “Very funny ass. You know, I’m sick of all the harsh words and taunts. I work just as hard as every single one of you guys here. Just because I’m a girl, and maybe a half breed, and smaller than everyone, doesn’t erase that fact. I work hard to prove people like you wrong.”

Sooho lets BanRyu place his leg back on the ground, and my long-time enemy turns to face me.

“What?” I cross my arms over my chest, looking up at him with a daring look on my face. “What do you have to say?”

BanRyu takes a deep breath, standing up straighter. “I’m sorry.”

A noise escapes my mouth that sounds like I am choking on food.

“Ara,” Sooho reaches out, but I just push his hand away.

“Say that again,” I stare up at BanRyu in complete shock.

“I said, I am sorry,” BanRyu lets out a breath.

“Are you being serious? After all these years, you are apologizing.”

“Yes, I am,” his body slouches as the words leave his mouth. “You didn’t deserve the hate, and now we have all been living and training together. We shouldn’t fight. We need to get along. I need to be the bigger person and forgive you.”

“I’m dreaming,” I pinch my cheeks. “Nope, wide awake. Okay, I need to sit down before I pass out.”

“Ara, come here,” Hansung calls out to me.

I slowly turn around, shuffling over to Hansung before sinking to the ground next to him. “He’s sorry, I can’t believe it.”

“Maybe he changed?” Hansung runs a hand over my hair.

“Are you dying?” I look up as BanRyu gets ready to stretch Sooho. “Can’t die with a guilty conscience?”

“Just accept it, okay?” BanRyu shakes his head. “I won’t be saying it again.”

“Fine,” I lean against Hansung. “I don’t know how I feel about it, though. You are confusing.”

“Now that you’re down here, want me to help you find your softness?” Yeowool smirks at me.

“She already has softness,” Hansung quickly has my stomach in his hand and squeezes the fat.

I squeal, a string of giggles leaving my mouth. “Hansungie,” I flail to get out of my best friend’s grasp, but he just pulls me into his lap.

“Can you please stop reminding us of how alone we all are?” A boy calls out.

“You all have a chance,” I look around at the boys in the room. “Not while we are in here, of course, but later.”

“Sure we do,” another boy calls out.

“Honey, don’t tease,” Hansung breathes out just loud enough for me to here.”

“Enough,” I place my feet on Yeowool’s feet as he is not in front of me. “I need to help all of you get the softness, so let’s go.”

“I don’t think I can find the softness; I’ll just pull a muscle or something,” Sooho groans as BanRyu lifts his leg.

“Come on, grab my hands,” I lean forward, holding my hands out for Yeowool. “I am down as far as I can go, so I think you can grab me.”

Yeowool leans forward, grabbing my hands. “Do not pull back, or I may scream.”

“Just a little,” I tug him towards me. “Stretching isn’t just about finding the softness. It helps to relax the muscles.”

Hansung’s hands roam my back, “We’ll never be nearly as good as you, Ara.”

“Whatever,” I roll my eyes. “Regardless, I will do what I can to help you all.”

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“I don’t know about this, Hansung,” I pout as we stand outside of Master Wihwa’s office. “What if he tells us that we have to go back to our old room? I don’t think that I can stomach going back there. Those boys were terrible, and I like being able to sleep through the night.”

“I know, but we need to tell him,” Hansung sighs. “If we keep going behind his back, it just means when he finds out it will be worse for us.”

“I guess, but I am still scared of what he is going to say.”

“Whatever he says, we will get through it together,” he grabs my hand, knocking on the door. “I can promise you that.”

“Come in!” Master Wihwa replies.

Hansung opens the door, and we both step into the small room.

“Ah, what brings you two here?” Master Wihwa gently smiles.

Hansung and I step closer to him.

“We have to tell you that we broke a rule,” I sigh, feeling like my heart might explode.

“What rule?” Master Wihwa frowns. “I don’t take the two of you as rule breakers.”

“We switched rooms, master,” Hansung bows his head. “We could not stay in the room that we were given on the first day here, and I know that we should have switched on that day, but I did not realize just how bad our roommates were going to be. They tease Ara every single, and make comments that make her feel less than a person. I try to stand up for her, but they just don’t learn. They also say things about me, but I do my best to brush it off. We went to room with Sooho and the others in his room. They treat us with respect, and we feel safe with them.”

“Please sir, don’t send me back to our other room,” I plead, bowing my head like Hansung.

“I commend you for coming to me and not going behind my back,” Master Wihwa speaks up. “It shows that you are brave, and that the problems was big enough that you needed to change to continue to do your best here. I really don’t care who you room with, so stay where you are. Just, make sure that you are eating with them, shower with them Hansung, and stick with them.”

My head pops up, “Of course!”

“Thank you so much,” Hansung bows before straightening up. “It feels nice to know that you are on our side.”

“You are free to go back, then, but Ara, if you could please, I need to talk to you,” Master Wihwa looks at me.

“Me?” I choke out, feeling my heart speed up. There are so many things that he could need to talk to me about, and I can’t think of any that are good.

“I’ll wait for you outside. Keep your head up, and it will all go well,” Hansung gives my hand a squeeze before turning and walking about of the room.

“What do you need to talk to me about, master?” I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

“It is nothing bad, so you can relax,” Master Wihwa chuckles. “I am not kicking you out of Hwarang, Star Eyes. You are working harder than some of the boys here. You have proven to be tough, and I applaud you for that. I can only imagine that it is hard for you being the only girl.”

“It has been interesting,” I shrug, feeling my cheeks heating up from his praise. “Being the only girl has proved to have its difficulties, but everyone is going through their own struggles. I am just taking it one day at a time with my friends.”

“I know that it is hard dealing with all these stupid boys, but you are doing a great job of powering through. I’m sure that any other girl in your position would have given up after half the amount of comments made towards you, but you just keep on going. I knew that I was right when letting you stay.”

“Thank you, sir, that means a lot.”

“How are the living arrangements now that you have switched rooms?”

“They are good,” I nod. “I share a bed with one of the boys, but I was doing that with Hansung before. It is comfortable.”

“And when you shower? None of the boys have walked in on you?”

“Once, and I was able to hide before throwing soap at them,” I slightly smile. “I feel good her, so don’t worry about me. I am safe, and I am proving people wrong.”

“That’s good,” he grins. “I will keep looking out for you, Star Eyes. Now, go back to your duties.”

I nod, turning on my heel and then skipping out of his office.

“Why are you so giddy about?” Hansung pinches my cheek as I step up to him.

“Nothing,” I giggle. “Master Wihwa just told me that he is proud of where I am, even if I am the only girl in here.”

“Well, I have to agree that you are strong,” Hansung grabs my hand, tugging me forward. “You are doing a wonderful job, honey.”

“Thank you, Hansungie. It means a lot coming from you.”

“What are we going to go do now?” He swings our clasped hands.

“We could go back to practicing our dance with the others, or we could go to the horses and check on them. The river might even be fun to go play in. Whatever you want to do, I am up for.”

“We could practice our dance moves at the river.”

“Oh, a perfect idea,” I giggle. “I’ll still splash you whenever I can.”

“Of course you will,” he pokes my side. “With the moves that you have to do, it should be easy for you to throw water at me.”

“And you will do the same to me,” I poke his side. “Now, come on, let’s get to the river!”

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I sigh as I’m half on Hansung’s lap and half on the wooden bench as we eat our meal. The table is still cramped with seven people, but they are my new roommates, and I enjoy eating with the ones I consider my closest friends.

Hansung feeds me some rice as we share a food tray for convenience.

Yeowool sits down across from Hansung and I. “Why are you here? Not you Ara, as you are lovely and I have no problem letting you sit here,” he smiles at me.

“Master Wihwa said we need to stay here,” Hansung answer with cheeks full of food.

I nod, remembering the talk Hansung and I had with the head of Hwarang just yesterday. “He was very understanding,” I nibble on my bottom lip as I think over the conversation.

“I was surprised,” Yeowool’s voice has me blinking back to reality. “You dance well,” he directs at BanRyu. “I see hidden talent. Like you have practiced before.”

I look down to see BanRyu pointing his spoon at Yeowool.

“Shut up and eat,” BanRyu sneers.

“Hm,” Yeowool thoughtfully nods. “Alright, I will do,” he begins spooning food into his mouth.

“I think you all kind of suck at dancing,” I mumble, shoving sprouts into my mouth with my fingers.

Sooho spoons rice from his own bowl into Jidwi’s rice bowl draws my attention over to those two boys. I’ve heard that Jidwi hasn’t been feeling well recently, so maybe Sooho is trying to help him keep his strength up with more food. Though, Jidwi looks fairly well to me.

“Are you still off limits?” Sooho asks.

I run my tongue over my lips as my eyebrows furrow together.

“When I give someone food, it is a huge deal. You better not be weak because you are sick,” Sooho raises his spoon for a second.

Jidwi stares down at his food. Not even making much of an attempt to eat, but that doesn’t have to mean that he is sick.

“Sooho, what are you talking about?” I carefully examine the supposedly sick Jidwi. “I know that Jidwi has been sleeping more, but any of us could be tired from all the work we are doing.”

“He looks fine to me,” Yeowool adds.

Jidwi slowly raises his hand to cover his mouth, coughing and wiping away nonexistent snot. “I am a little sick.”

“Don’t get Ara sick,” Sooho slaps his hand down on the table.

“I feel great, actually,” I timidly raise my hand. “Not feeling ill at all.”

“That’s good,” Hansung pats my thigh.

“I must do well on this performance no matter what,” Sooho says. “I plan to show the Queen my deep loyalty to her. So, please cooperate.”

“I’m doing it for the people,” I state, knowing that the boys probably aren’t listening.

“Okay?” Sooho raps his knuckles on the table near Sunwoo. “Cooperate.”

“Loyalty?” Yeowool snickers. “Are you sure about that? Did you think about it at all?”

“What?” Sooho’s face falls, and he looks down at his food.

“The Queen forced us into this,” I speak up. “She pushed her kids away. The King should be ruling, yet he’s not. That’s why I serve the people, and not someone on a pedestal. That is why I work hard as a Hwarang.”

“So, you hate the faceless king?” Jidwi coughs, looking over at me.

“I don’t hate him, no. I just wish he could stand up to his mother and take over like he is meant to. He’s king, and I just want to see his face once to know he’s real, and that he wants to protect Silla. That he cares about us.”

“What if you have seen him?”

“Like he walks around as a common person?” I chuckle. “I don’t think so. He’s probably not even in the capital as we speak. I bet he has no idea about Hwarang. I can only hope that he wants to come back, but even then, I can only hope.”

“Is this one of your feelings?” Hansung asks, poking my side.

“No, because it’s just a guess I am making from all that I know and have heard,” I shrug. “Until he comes back, a guess is all we can give.”

“I’m sure you’ll meet the king one day,” Jidwi sniffles. “He’ll want to meet you, Ara, the girl with the universe in her eyes.”

I smile, looking away as my cheeks begin to heat up. “I’m not too sure about that, but thank you. That makes me feel good.”

“You don’t need the king to cheer you up and make you feel special,” Yeowool pats my hand.

“That’s what we are here for,” Sooho speaks up.

“Yeah,” Hansung rubs his cheek on mine. “We have to keep the princess happy.”

“All of you just shut up and eat,” I giggle, shaking my head. “Flattery is nice, though. All of you are so sweet.”

“She didn’t even dispute the princess part,” BanRyu smirks.

“Don’t even dare, BanRyu,” I toss a sprout over at him. “I thought that we were on the path to become friends.”

“Friends is a strong word.”

“Forget him,” Sooho leans in towards me. “You are our princess, and we are never going to stop thinking it.”

“With how pretty you are, how come we?” Yeowool smiles.

“You have the night sky in your eyes, that must mean something,” Hansung adds in.

“Please all of you, can we just move on?” I roll my eyes as a chuckle passes through my lips.

The banter explodes over the table as the boys try to get their thoughts out. All I can do is smile and feel so blessed in this moment. These crazy boys really do make days here exciting.

I feel so lucky to have been accepted here. It is not luck, though. It’s deeper than that and more explainable. These boys are my friends by their own choice. Luck had nothing to do with it.

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I am so sorry that it has been a while since I have put out a chapter and that this one is a bit shorter than what I have been doing. It has a lot going on in it, so I hope you enjoyed reading. As always, please let me know what you thought! :D

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noneya-business-me · 5 years

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Stare

Warning: Some psychological horror and blood

Stay down!” Bakugou yelled, forcing the struggling villain to the pavement.

He wiped his brow as police officers moved forward to take the villains into custody. “Good work Bakugou!” Mirko praised, slapping his shoulder.

He grunted in response, swiping away the trail of blood from a scratch on his bicep. “Did you get injured?” She asked with a concerned expression.

The blonde shook his head, “one of them just scratched me.” He replied, “it’s already stopped bleeding.”

She eyed his arm carefully, searching for any proof of a lingering injury before shrugging. “Make sure to get it checked out if it gets infected.” She stated.

He nodded in understanding, before they headed back to the agency so he could get changed and back to the dorms.

“Jesus kid, you’re really cranking the AC.” Mirko chuckled, “I’m freezing over here.”

“I still haven’t cooled down.” He replied, pulling at the collar of his shirt.

She pulled up to the gates of the school and unlocked the doors. “Make sure you take a cold shower than.” She suggested, “I’ll see you next time.”

He nodded to her and climbed out the car and to the dorms. Sweat was dripped off his forehead now and he sluggishly moved through the dorms. “Hey Katsuki!” Kirishima greeted, holding up his towel and shower stuff, “I thought you might want to shower after you got back from your internship.”

The blonde stared at him for a moment before giving him a small smile. “You’re the best.” He muttered, taking the items from him and moving towards the washroom.

“There’s a change of clothes already in the cubby.” Kirishima added, as he disappeared in the door.

He stripped his clothes quickly, and stepped into the shower keeping it close to freezing. He stepped under the flow of water, holding his breath as it hit him in the face. He quickly washed up, making sure to throughly wash his hair before stepping out and towering off. He wobbled slightly as he lowered himself to the bench to change into his sweatpants and tank top. “That fight must have taken a lot more out of me than I thought.” He muttered.

Katsukiiii…

“What the hell?” He whirled around to look behind him where the voice had come from.

He turned back to slip his socks and slippers on before cautiously grabbing his things and exiting the bathroom. Kirishima was sitting on one of the couches when he walked into the common room. “Feeling better?” He asked with a grin.

Bakugou nodded, “I’m going to put my stuff back upstairs then I’m going to start making supper.” He stated.

The red head just grinned at him with a nod. He stood and waited for the elevator, glancing nervously around him.

HEY!

His head snapped to the left, his eyes still landing on nothing but empty air. He jumped again slightly when the elevator dinged and opened in front of him. He cautiously walked inside, and grimaced as the doors slammed shut. “Did it always look like this?” He thought, looking at the old wooden interior.

It’s not like he went out of him way to take in every detail of the elevator but he didn’t think it look like this. Thankfully it wasn’t a very long ride to his floor, so he didn’t have to ponder about it long. He shuffled to his door, and opened it slowly peering inside the darkness. Inside seemed to stretch into infinite darkness, but something stood at the end. His eyes widened again, as he threw his stuff inside the door and slammed it shut. His eyes clenched shut as he let out distressed panting breathes before opening the door slowly again and peering inside.

Everything was normal again, afternoon light poured inside from the glass doors of the balcony. His racing heart calmed down a little, as he closed the door and made his way back downstairs. He skipped the elevator this time, it was too weird for him to confront again.

He grabbed Kirishima off the couch and started prepping their dinner in the kitchen. “I never realized how weird the elevators are here.” He stated to the other, as he peeled and chopped some carrots.

“What do you mean?” Kirishima replied, setting up the pan and beginning to sear some of the other vegetables.

For some reason Bakugou started to naw on his lip anxiously. “Never mind, it doesn’t really matter.” He stated.

Kirishima gave him an odd look before shrugged. “Whatever you say dude.”

Bakugou continued to cut the carrot until Kirishima seized his wrist and pulled him away, the knife clattering on the counter. “What the hell are you doing?” Kirishima snapped.

“W-what?” Bakugou stuttered in confusion.

“You almost cut your finger off!” He yelled, glancing down at the other’s hand, which he just noticed was bleeding.

He stared down at it confused, before glancing back at Kirishima who was staring at him in a mix of worry and confusion.

You missed

Black claws curled around Kirishima’s shoulders, a face slowly creeping out from behind his figure. Bakugou’s breath caught in his throat. His stare stayed frozen on the creature as it stared back at him. In an instant it was gone again with the snap of Kirishima’s fingers. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“I’m just tired I think.” Bakugou replied, shaking his head, “keep seeing things.”

He turned away from him before wobbling into the counter. He was softy grabbed by the other and lead to the couch. “You just rest for a little bit okay?” Kirishima said carefully, “I’ll finish up supper.”

Bakugou gulped but nodded. He leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He sucked in a stuttering breath as something tickled at the back of his head.

I said you misseddd

He could feel the breath of his ear. His hand flew out and smacked the empty air as his eyes flew open again, wheeling around the empty common room.

You keep MISSING

Face’s flew around in his peripheral vision, as he leapt up from the couch and whirled around to try and follow them. They were too fast. He stood abruptly staring at the corner of the room. It was tall, whatever it was. Even taller if it wasn’t hunching over in his direction. His mouth went dry as he tried to conquer up the will to tell it to leave him alone. There were quiet moans and shrieks reaching his ears from down the hallway, coming closer as he stood frozen. Something moved sharply to his right drawing his attention. A pit formed in his stomach as he heard a creaking crunch behind him and a pressure on his shoulder. He’d never heard anything like it but he knew it was from that thing in the corner. “Don’t touch me.” He growled mostly out of fear, jumping away from the grip on his shoulder.

The shrieks were getting louder. Whatever they were scared of, they were bringing it closer to him.

Don’t be scared

“Shut up!” Bakugou yelled, “Where the hell are you?!”

Immediately the room was filled with the dark figures standing completely still in rows. He yelped stumbling backwards, over the coffee table and slamming to the ground. He shrieked at they seemed to close in on him. He scrambled up and over the back of the couch, trying to use it as a cover. Something was already occupying the space, staring at him. He grit his teeth as he slammed his eyes closed and pulled at his hair.

Katsukiiii

The voice was back to taunting him, as anger seemed to bubble over the fear again. “I said shut the hell up!” He screamed launching himself up and letting loose an explosion.

His face stretched into a crazed grin and laughed loudly as the figures hissed away into the corners of the room. “What do you think about that?” He taunted, letting off another explosion.

His whole body seemed to freeze unintentionally when the thing came back. His explosions sputtered in his hands as he backed away. It was advancing far faster than the others. Bakugou shook his hands trying anything to force out his explosions. “Stay away!” He screamed.

He kept screaming when he could feel the heat building up in his palms. When he did explode he didn’t expect for his hands and forearms to go with it. He shrieked as blood splattered around him. He felt no pain but he fell to his knees and cried anyways. How could he use his quirk without his hands? How could he do anything without his hand? The screams were in his ear now, mixing in with his own.

Kaachan

“Leave them alone!” Bakugou screamed.

There was only one person in the world that called him that.

Kaachan I’m okay now soon you’ll be okay too

Shivers wracked his body as he tried to get up off his knees but it was like there was a pressure keeping him down. Like ropes tied across his chest. The thing was bringing his mangled hand up to his face. He thrashed away as hard as he could, dislocating his shoulder in the process. “Please!” He begged, “please!”

He sobbed uncontrollably as it cupped his face gently, something thick and warm dripped down his neck from its palm. He wasn’t religious by any means, not for a long time but he closed his eyes and wailed out a prayer. The thing picked him up like he weighed nothing, cradling him in his arms and disappeared into the darkness.

When he woke up the first thing he did was crawl into a corner. That way he would be able to see everything and nothing could get behind him. He clenched his jaw so tight, he was beginning to think he was going to break it. He could still hear the voice, but now they seemed to be a dull whisper from outside the room. He clenched his hands tightly into fists in his sweats. He blinked before bringing his hands up to his face and staring at them. They were bandaged but there. He sucked in a shuddering breath before a tear slipped down his face in relief. The relief was short lived though when the voices abruptly stopped. He held his breath as the door slowly pulled open, and figures slipped inside. He recognized these figures though. “Katsuki!” Kirishima yelled, running over to him and grabbing him in a hug.

Bakugou froze up but quickly melted into the hug as well. “I’m so glad you’re okay!” He stated, leading him back to the bed, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice something was up.”

“What are you talking about?” Bakugou muttered, looking over at Aizawa who had also come in with recovery girl.

“When you were hit by that villain you were affected by their quirk,” He explained, “It has the power to create powerful hallucinations, kind of like Jimsonweed.”

“Jimsonweed?” Bakugou questioned, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“People who have been affected by it say they’ve experienced terrifying hallucinations and paranoid delusions.” Recovery girl added, “sound about right?”

Bakugou bit at his bottom lip and nodded. His eyes blurring with tears. “What did you see?” Kirishima asked cautiously.

Bakugou stared over his shoulder, blankly before turning his attention to the red head. His eyes were haunted, and his voice quivered. “I don’t think I should say.”

Kirishima nodded slowly in understanding, glancing briefly behind him. “Okay. I understand.” He hummed, with a small smile.

Bakugou gave him a weak nod in return.

The three stayed briefly with him, until Recovery girl told him that she had to grab some supplies and beckoned the others to help her. He replied with a simple quiet grunt, his eyes never leaving the corner. “I’ll come get you were Recovery girl says you’re ready to go, okay?” Kirishima stated.

Bakugou looked at him for a moment, never moving his head. “Yeah.” He replied, simply.

“Okay.” Kirishima smiled, nervously closing the door and following the two adults down the hall.

The thing took another step towards him.

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hamimagines · 7 years

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Gently (Elizabeth Judd x Reader)

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Request- “can i request an elizabeth judd x female reader where her and elizabeth are dating and elizabeth comes home from the show really tired and a little distraught because she didn't think she did well enough performing tonight, and the reader makes her dinner and snuggles with her and comforts her and lots of cute stuff like that :) thanks fam”

Tags- @wicked-femme , @alexanderhamllton

A/N - ( WHO CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS TO BE MARKED AS SENSITIVE CONTENT

Also sorry I’m like so bad at writing fluff)

Song- Two Is Better Than One -- Boys Like Girls ft Taylor Swift

Words- 1,000 (sorry it’s so short but can we appreciate that it’s 1000 even?)

The door of your apartment creaked open. Normally, it wouldn’t wake you, but you had just gotten to bed so you were sleeping lightly. You turned over onto your back and waited for your girlfriend to walk in. She usually came into the room to change, went to take a quick shower, and then came back in to cuddle. This time, however, it was taken Elizabeth awhile to walk into the room. You sat up slightly, “Hun?” There was no answer. “Liz, what’s up?” Still, nobody replied. Paranoia started to take over. You grabbed the bat that you always kept under your bed. Living in New York could be scary sometimes.

You slowly started to walk out of your room towards the open living room of your flat. No one was there, but the light bad been turned on. You heard a noise and whirled around quickly, wielding the bat over your head.

“Liz!”

“Oh Jesus Christ, Y/N. Put the bat down,” your girlfriend said. She sat down on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other.

“Sorry, I- you didn’t say anything when I called so I thought it was a burglar or something.”

“Oh sorry, you called?” Her tone was flat.

“Yeah, twice.” You sat down next to her on the couch. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” She didn’t look at you.

“You don’t seem fine.”

She sighed. “Just tired, okay? I had a hard day.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

You put your hand on her face and turned her head until she was facing you then you pressed your forehead against hers. “I love you.”

She smiled slightly and put her hand on yours. “I love you too.”

This was something you did when one of you was upset. If you were both angry, all hell broke loose, but if one of you was in their right mind, they usually tried to fix it by pulling the other closer and talking quietly. So that was exactly what you were going to do. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Elizabeth nodded and turned around so she could lean back into your chest and you could put your arms around her. You reached towards the remote to turn the TV off. “It’s just so hard when you’re not an original cast member, you know? It’s normally fine, but sometimes when I go out to stage door, I can just tell that they all wish it was Pippa out there. Or God forbid I understudy Angelica because Renée needed a break. So then I get a psyched out that I’m not gonna perform that well. It makes me nervous, and then I mess up during the show!” She moved slightly so she could look at you. “It just gets hard every night.”

You smiled and started to stroke your hand over her hair. “You are an amazing actress and a wonderful singer. You’re so incredibly talented and Hamilton is lucky to have you.”

She shrugged. “I could have done better.”

“Please, you do like 80,000 shows a week not every one of them is going to be stellar, babe. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of praise.” You started to stroke your hands slowly up and down her face. “Just relax. Don’t worry about all the bad things you’re thinking about yourself. Let all those thoughts go, okay? Breathe.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, and then slowly let it out. You pulled her in for a hug and started to place gentle kisses on her temple.”You mean the world to me,” she whispered.

You smiled and pulled away slightly. “You are my world, darling.” You kissed the tip of her nose lightly. “I mean, nothing can be worse than when you were in Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark, right?”

She pulled away from you and hit you playfully, “I could have died, Y/N!”

“That’s what I’m saying!” you laughed, “Hamilton is much better right?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, Hamilton is much better.”

“Come on.” You patted her thigh and stood up. “I’ll reheat some of the chicken chow mein from today, and we can watch TV or something.”

“Babe, it’s like midnight.”

You turned around with a fake look of shock. “It is never too late for Friends reruns and crappy infomercials.” You continued into the kitchen, and Elizabeth followed you. She sat on the counter and watched you pull Tupperware containers out of the fridge.

“Alexa, shuffle my Spotify.” You said to your AI speaker. Sweet, romantic music flowed through the room. You popped a bowl in the microwave and turned to Elizabeth. She smirked and pulled you closer using her legs. You put your hands on her waist and pulled her off the counter, feeling your body heat up at the proximity. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around your neck and started to sway slowly to the beat. You pulled her body closer to yours and kissed her. Kissing was something the two of you had done a thousand times before, but that didn’t make it any less special every time you did.

The microwave beeped, signaling the end of your impromptu dance. You turned to pull the food out, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“I can think of other ways than watching TV to distract me.” She put her hand on the back of your neck and kissed you again.

You pointed to the microwave behind you. “But what about the-”

Elizabeth started to pull you towards the bedroom. “We can deal with that in the morning.” She kissed you again and started to run, laughing into the bedroom. You smiled and followed her. She definitely wasn’t upset anymore.

#hamilton #hamilton imagine #imagines blog #elizabeth judd #elizabeth judd x reader #elizabeth judd fanfiction #elizabeth judd imagine #hamilcast #hamilcast imagine #hamilcast x reader #wlw fanfiction #wlw imagine

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taloreiembermourn · 7 years

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.Companion piece to follow this.

They had been separated when the ceiling began to chip away and everything shook and rattled. He dove in one direction, she was too far behind to follow and took another sharp turn in the passage. Panic had set in far too easily when Talorei had caught one last glimpse of his fair hair before the rocks fell in behind him. How she had called after him. She only vaguely remembered someone hooking an arm about her waist to pull her away. One of his knights, she supposed. None of the magisters who traveled with her would have dared. Her feet had barely touched the ground in the gloom of the fel-hazed afternoon before she was darting back in, a sharp command echoing along the cave walls as a ball of flame came to life to light her way. She had to stop and pause, her teeth grinding against a wave of fel that washed over her like the caress of a lover. Too easily it would have been to lift a hand, running her fingers through it and claiming just a touch of it for her own, but the ground shook then. More dust and pebbles showered down around her with the movement and low growl of the demon they'd been hunting echoing through the cavernous depths. Faster she pushed forward, stumbling over the debris that littered the ground until she could go no further.

The flame brightened as she examined the cave in, her brow furrowing as she flattened her palm against the rock that separated her from Ailos. She pushed her panic aside, forcing herself to breathe and to approach this like she would any other puzzle she enjoyed picking apart. A simple blast would be easiest, but with things moving precariously all around her, that hardly seemed like the best option. There was no way to tell how thick the barrier was, so trying to port herself was equally out of the question, especially when she had no idea of what was on the immediate other side. Again came a terrible roll of what sounded like laughter, her hands bracing against the rocks as everything shook around her. Not enough time to think and too little time to act. Tal widened her stance as she grounded herself, pooling all of her energy while her lips began to move in quiet incantation. Runes began to glow violet against her pale skin, illuminating the small dark space as the flame above her sputtered and died. Carefully, so carefully she pushed it forward. Tendrils of arcane slid between the minute cracks and crevices, mapping out the fallen rock. Even more carefully she worked, edging bits and pieces aside while trying to keep the integrity of what was holding the ceiling as stable as it was. Pebble by pebble, rock by rock, she worked. She heard the voices of their forces behind her but she held her focus. Finally she exhaled, knowing she was nearly through. For the briefest moment she thought she heard the voice of her love, but then suddenly the thin veil of stone that remained heated to near molten, searing and scorching at her palms that had been resting against them. Confusion warred with her heart that suddenly jumped into her throat, fear threw away her caution and she blasted through the last of the tunnel she had created, calling out to Ailos all the while.

Stepping forward, Tal waved a hand to dissipate the dust...ash? The walls of the cavern glowed dimly as an oppressive heat staggered her. Too quickly it darkened once more and she struggled to call forth some sort of illumination, finally raising her staff and using it to channel through so that the crystal at the end glowed softly. It was still sputtering to life when she stumbled forward, her foot catching on something. Tipping the glowing point towards the floor she found what she knew to be Ailos's sword, his shield a few yards ahead. Picking up both she hurried forward, breaking into a full run when the light finally reflected dully off his armor. His arms skittered across the floor even as she fell to her knees beside him, crying out his name as she reached forward to turn him over. As soon as her hands touched him they drew back, the heat emanating from him startling her as it had moments before from the stone. Above them the cave shuddered again, leaving Tal to hover over Ailos to try and protect him from any falling debris. Voices called to them both and she called back, warning them to get out - that she had him. Slowly the shaking subsided and she forced herself to move quickly. The rocks and whatnot tore at her hands and knees as she crawled forward, snatching up the fallen sword and shield so that she could place them both on his chest. Quickly she worked once more, drawing a quick succession of runes around the fallen paladin, etching them into the stone as she drew on the last vestiges of the power that was hers to command. Again the cave around them began to tremble just as she fell to her knees over Ailos. Raising her staff above them both, she grit out the words necessary to complete her spell, a spot just outside of the cave fixed firmly in her mind's eye and the magic shimmering in the air around them. It finally took, wrapping around the two a split second before the cavern caved in on itself entirely.

Outside, their comrades stood in silent disbelief as the ground shuddered and fell in on itself before a crackle of arcane drew some of their attention. The dust cleared to reveal Talorei and Ailos in a jumble of limbs and arms just a bit away from the gathering. One shout drew others and the pair were quickly swarmed. Tal was pulled away under protest, ignored despite her barking out orders to leave her be, to focus on the paladin. From there it all became hazy for the woman, exhaustion and fear settling in heavily as their people extricated them from the Broken Isles. To the floating city they first went, handling the worst of their troops injuries and working tirelessly to stabilize their leader. No matter what they tried, his body didn't seem to take any of the healing offered for whatever reason -- no one seemed to have an answer when the woman who hovered nearby demanded them. Tal never let Ailos out of her sight, only finally agreeing to be treated and seen to so long as she stayed in the same room as he. In a corner out of the way she allowed them to bandage her hands, tend to the minor cuts and abrasions while she slowly took in a few mana crystals to help stabilize and begin to rebuild the energies she had expanded. Her focus ever remained on him, watching on while they did what they could with traditional medicine since nothing else seemed to take. Once all that had been done that could be and yet he still showed no signs of waking did Talorei give the order she wanted him returned home where she believed he would be most comfortable. When the doctors rose their voices in protest, she fixated the lot of them with a look that would have done Ailos proud had he been awake to see it and enunciated quite clearly that it wasn't something that was up for debate.

They were going home.

With what little energy she'd been able to replenish and a favor or two called in from associates within the Kirin Tor, Tal saw their people returned to their home and Ailos safely ensconced in his own bed with their own people there to care for their fallen lord. Again their concern for her she waved off, ordering them to focus on Ailos and Ailos alone. At his side she remained. Even though it cooled from when she had first come across him, his skin seemed unnaturally warm whenever she reached out to ensure that he was still there with her, to just let him know through his unconsciousness that she was still there with him. Throughout the night she remained at his side, speaking quietly on any and all manner of things while she held his hand in hers, only pausing whenever one of the caretakers came in to check on him. Meals brought in were studiously ignored. Idle conversation would ebb and flow, stretching between some new project she was working on to railing on how damned foolish he had been to go forward without her. Slowly the sun crept over the horizon, flooding his rooms with the warm morning light and still he did not stir. Shadows moved across the room as the sun passed through the sky, caregivers and servants came and went. They also continued to gather beneath Talorei's eyes as each moment passed. In direct contrast to Ailos's having been cleaned and neatly bandaged before being tucked into the large bed that they often shared, Tal still wore the tattered and torn armor she had when they had been out on the hunt. Her hair hung loosely about her shoulders from where it had fallen free of the tight braids she wore to keep it up and out of her way, her hands were wrapped snugly in bandages much like her love. What aches she still felt were all but ignored as was all advice for her to go and find some rest herself.

It was late in the afternoon. She'd barely noticed the slim woman who slipped in with a small tray in hopes that perhaps this one would tempt Tal's appetite, having shifted herself so that she was folded over the edge of the bed from her chair, her head resting near Ailos's hip while she continued to prattle on. When it finally came, the slight twitch of his fingers was barely registered so weary and worn was she - surely it was a trick of her imagination. And then it came again. The slightest of pressures between their bandaged hands jerked Tal from her stupor and jolted her into sitting up.

"Ailos?" she called softly, leaning forward so that she hovered over him, nearly crying aloud when she saw the slight shifting of his eyes beneath the closed lids. Another twitch of his fingers was quickly followed by muscles moving and then freezing as his aches and pains made themselves known. A low groan wisped past his lips before his eyes finally fluttered open, Tal's hand quickly rising to cup his cheek as she smiled tearily down at him. "Belore be praised," she whispered, leaning in to gently press her lips to his.

"Talorei?" he rasped, making to mimic her gesture but pausing with a sharp intake of breath with the movement. "Where are w...we're home," he noted, finally recognizing his surroundings.

"Yes, you're home. I figured you would be far more at ease here than in some clinic. As soon as you and everyone else were stable we brought everyone here who wanted to return." For a long moment she simply sat there as relief washed through her. All the worrying, the fear that he'd never wake up, that last glimpse of him before the cave in took place -- all of it ran through her beleaguered brain and finally culminated with her finally swatting him against the chest. "Just because you have two working eyes now does NOT mean you get to go out and get yourself killed without me!"

"In my defense, he started it!"

"And I'm going to finish you if you ever think to do something so damned foolish again."

"But I won."

For a moment Tal just stared at him in disbelief before reaching forward to prod viciously at one of the thicker bandages decorating his form. "Only just barely, though winning is a stretch when you had to be pulled out of there. Unconscious and barely clinging to life, mind you."

He grunted and just barely stifled a scream as he tried to edge away from her finger. "But...I...won."

It was the wrong thing to say to the incensed woman as she just moved to another spot. "Does this feel like winning to you? Does it?!"

Before she could move again he then moved with surprising speed, his hand wrapping around her wrist and holding her still as he spoke quietly to her. "Most of these were not of the demons making. I felt Belore flow through me, my muscles still feel like a pure fire burns beneath them." She stared down at him, not really hearing the words she saw his lips forming. The shadows under her eyes seemed that much heavier with the heat of temper coloring her cheeks, but slowly even that slipped from her as her hand fell limply to the bed cover. In direct contrast to her viciousness the moment before, when she finally moved again she gently wrapped an arm over his middle and stretched out alongside of Ailos and eased herself as close as she could without causing him any discomfort. There was nothing she could think of to say though so many words threatened to overrun her.

I was so scared...

When I saw you there so still…

I couldn't get to you in time…

So scared…

Thought you'd never wake up. That you were going to leave me here alone again…

Tal buried her face against his chest, exhaling loudly when she felt his arms move to wrap around her in turn. She could hear him murmuring to her, feel the press of his lips to the crown of her head. And then she knew nothing as exhaustion finally pulled her down into the velvety clutches of sleep. It was there they were both found some time later when one of the doctors stopped by on their scheduled check. The young woman only smiled in relief when Ailos turned to her, stiffly raising a hand to gesture quiet so as to not stir the sleeping magistrix.

#Talorei Embermourn #Ailos Lightsworn #wyrmrest rp

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