#and the way Sprite gazes back at First

[crispywizardtale]

#i love how First is startled at first but accepts it nonetheless #i love clingy Sprite and i demand more of it!!!! #the panic on First's face is real #he can see and feel that something is wrong with Sprite but he just does not know how to handle needy Sprite yet #the way Sprite holds First's wrist tightly.... #my heart.... #i cant handle this #i love how softly First looks at Sprite... #they love eachother so much #and the way Sprite gazes back at First #*bites knuckles* #the smile First had when Sprite asked him on a date #*tears up* #the hand holding continues #he snuggle into First's legs #the HEAD PATS #*dies* #twins series #twins the series #twins #ryan panya #frame ritchanon #first x sprite #spritefirst #sprite x first #firstsprite

[coldfanbou]

Confidence Boost

Day 14 give it up for day 14! Eunbi needs a little pick me up to get her confidence back and you're just it.

Length 2.9K

Eunbi x mreader

“Let’s take a small break!” The director calls as he gets off his chair. Putting down the Sprite bottle she’s been holding for the entire shoot, Eunbi puts on a small jacket and walks out of the filming area, feeling a little hungry. Not far from the shooting location, she finds a restaurant and decides to eat there, noting how it wasn’t too busy. As she walks across the street, Eunbi thinks about how the filming has gone so far. Her struggles to promote the soda properly brought her mood down. She had never been the most confident with herself; her fans brought that out of her. She takes a seat outside and manages to overhear a conversation you were having with three friends. “Look, I’m just saying Eunbi is a top-tier talent.” Her ears perk up as she hears her name being said. She leans her head on one hand as she tries to listen in.

“I don’t know; Sakura was a better member of Iz*one.” One of your friends responds. Your conversation continues in this manner for some time. Each compliment you pay Eunbi makes her smile as she listens patiently. She remains seated, listening to your discussion before making her presence known. She stands up from her table and walks over to yours. Eunbi takes a deep breath and places her hand on the zipper of her jacket, slowly moving it down as she approaches. She wanted to be the center of attention; something about your constant praise made her want to do this despite how embarrassed she felt. 

"Hi, I couldn't help but hear you talking about me." She says with her smile beaming at you. You’re all in shock as you stare at her. Eunbi continues to move her zipper down, and she stops at a point where you can see she’s only wearing a bikini top to cover her breasts. “Would you like to come back with me?” You all scramble to stand up. One of your friends hits his knee on the table, while another spills his water on himself. Eunbi smiles to herself as she turns around.

“Where are we headed?” You ask. 

Eunbi hooks her arm around yours and pulls you closer as she leads the way. You feel her breasts press against your arm. You glance at them, and Eunbi catches you looking at them. He whispers, “Thanks for all your love. I’ll let you go first.” You want to ask what she means but can’t as she pulls you ahead of the group. Eunbi leads you to the special tent she got. It’s further away from the other tents, set up in the back by itself. It makes sense to you; Eunbi was a big star, and she deserves as much. The tent provides her some privacy, with it being so far and well covered by design. No one could look inside unless they were right outside.

As soon as you’re all inside, Eunbi moves her arms down yours until she holds your hand. You feel her thumb run over the tops of your fingers as she kneels before you. “This is a special gift for such a big fan.” She lets go of your hand and runs hers over your crotch. A bulge starts to form, and Eunbi smiles. She unzips your pants and starts tugging them down; you help her remove them. You’re left standing in your underwear in front of Eunbi. She can see your bulge struggle to be contained by your underwear. She leans in and rubs her face against your crotch; it causes you to groan. Your favorite idol is teasing you in such a way you believe that all she’d have to do is give the order, and you’d cum. Her fingertips reach your waistband, and she slowly pulls it downwards; your underwear drags along your cock until it finally springs free. She looks a little surprised at your size for a second before collecting herself. Eunbi grasps your semi-hard cock; her smooth skin and gentle handling make you moan. She moves her fingers along your shaft, dragging them from base to tip. A smile comes to her; she meets your gaze and nuzzles your cock, rubbing it across her cheeks. 

Eunbi strokes your cock a little longer, her hand beginning to glide along your shaft as precum covers it. She glances at you again before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on the head. She points your cock to the ceiling and kisses the underside; you feel a soft sucking sensation along with her tongue being dragged along for the second she kisses your shaft.  She takes her time returning to your head. Opening her mouth, her tongue moves out and makes it evident to the others what she’s doing. She runs her tongue over the head; it’s warm and wet. Eunbi wraps her lips around your cock; her tongue rests at the bottom of her mouth and drags along the underside of your cock as she bobs her head. 

Your friends inch closer. Eunbi seems unamused, seemingly harboring some annoyance at their criticism. She would show them how right you were to love her. She drags two in close as they surround her, pulling them in by their pants. As she glances back at you, her expression changes, growing softer. When your friends reveal their cocks to her, Eunbi takes one in each hand. She’s not as gentle with them as she was with you. Her grip is harsher, and she strokes them quickly. Still, your friends moan and enjoy the feeling of her hands stroking their cocks. One is left out momentarily, jacking himself off as he watches. 

 You catch Eunbi’s attention with a question, “Can I touch them?” She gazes up toward you and nods her head. You reach down and run your hand over her tits. You’re hesitant to squeeze them, but gather your courage and follow through. Eunbi moans onto your cock as she feels your hand squeeze her tit. You can feel her nipples through her bikini top as they harden. You enjoy squishing her breast in your hand. You’ve seen them bounce when she’s performed, and now you know what they felt like. They were soft to the touch and heavy. You begin to near your climax; Eunbi feels your cock twitch in her mouth and speeds up. Her tongue swirls along your shaft, slowly gaining speed. Continuing to bob her head, Eunbi takes more and more in. She’s swallowing your cock with ease. “I’m going to cum.” You warn. Eunbi doesn’t care; she keeps going. More precum spews from your cock until you explode and fill her mouth with your cum. Eunbi’s eyes go wide for a second before she begins to drink it. The hot liquid runs down her throat into her stomach. She’s able to drink most of it but not fast enough to drink it all. Your cum fills her mouth and leaks from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and landing on her chest.

Eunbi keeps her lips tightly wrapped around your cock, her tongue cleaning you up as you slowly pull out. Before you’re able to take a step back, Eunbi reaches out and grabs your cock, pulling you back in to kiss the head before finally letting you go. She continues giving her handjob to your other friends, and the one that is left out decides to take your spot. “I want to use your tits.” He says before grabbing Eunbi’s breasts and squishing them together; he slides his cock between the large mounds and begins thrusting. Eunbi spits between her breasts as he slides between them. She lets him have his fun instead paying attention to the others, kissing and licking at their cocks. The sight before you makes your cock come back to life. Eunbi changes her tactics, stopping her stroking to play with the heads of their cocks, using her thumb to circle them. She moves them slowly, dragging out the pleasure and making them shudder. You start jerking off as you watch your favorite idol act like such a slut. Your friends receiving handjobs look to be at their wit's end. Eunbi turns her head to the side and takes one in her mouth. She uses her tongue to play with his cock, moving around the occasionally touching it. The one using her tits begins to groan, his knees growing weak as he speeds up his thrusts. They warn Eunbi about being close to cumming, and she continues until they cum. Each one cum’s on Eunbi, covering her face and chest. 

Eunbi continues to stroke their cocks as she stands up, milking them of all they have before letting them go. “Can we move that table to the center?” Eunbi asks while pointing to a long rectangular table in the corner. Your friends rush to move the table while Eunbi cleans herself off, grabbing a towel and wetting it to make it easier to clean herself.

After setting up the table, Eunbi lays herself on top of it. Your friends rush to be the first one to take her, but she puts her foot down and says they don’t get to decide. Eunbi undoes the top button of her skirt, watching your reaction as she does before unzipping her skirt. “Mind helping me?” She asks you. You step toward Eunbi and place your hands on the top of her skirt. “Hold on, you need to get these off too.” She says, taking your hands in hers and putting them under her panties. “I’ll get rid of this,” She says while removing her bikini top. You look at her nervously before pulling them off her. Eunbi raises her hips off the table, and as her skirt and panties come off, you spot it. Eunbi’s slit was dripping wet, her juices running down her thighs. Eunbi reached down and spread her lips for you, “Come on. Do it.”  You grab your cock and inch closer to her; you rub it against her slit a few times, coating it in her juices before you align yourself. You take a deep breath and push in. Eunbi’s wall caress your cock as you move into her. Already lubed by her nectar, you easily slide in.

You and Eunbi moan loudly. Her chest rises, and she closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling. Eunbi isn’t allowed to enjoy herself, though; your friends gather around, taking her hands and moving them onto their cocks. The last one holds her head back and slaps her face with his cock. Eunbi gives them handjobs again and takes the last cock in her mouth. You thrust while looking at Eunbi be filled. It turns you on, and you begin thrusting faster. Eunbi releases muffled moans and moves her hands quickly. You can see her throat expanding as the cock in her mouth pushes deeper. Your attention is brought back when you feel Eunbi wrap her legs around your waist; when you thrust, she pushes you further in. Eunbi’s cunt swallows you whole with ease. It makes you want more. You grab Eunbi’s waist and force her up. The cock in her mouth slips out, and she’s forced to let go of the one in her hands to hold onto you. Eunbi’s voice rings out in the tent as clear as day now; her angelic voice cries out in pleasure as she sinks onto your cock. The others are annoyed at you for taking Eunbi away from them, but the smartest of the bunch quickly gets behind Eunbi and rubs his cock against her ass.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Eunbi says with her moaning voice. She tries to sound serious but can’t with your cock stirring her insides. Your friend doesn’t pay attention either, aligning himself with her puckered asshole before pushing in. Eunbi’s nails dig into your skin as she tries to hold it together. Eunbi’s ass is being stretched by his cock. She had never tried to get anything bigger than her finger inside before. He takes it slow; the resistance is mighty, and he struggles to bury himself inside her. You continue to have Eunbi bounce on your cock, aiding in his effort. Eunbi groans as she feels herself being stuffed by two cocks. Soon enough, her grip on you loosens, and she begins to relax. Your friend, now buried inside Eunbi, must pause, or he’d blow his load. You make it more difficult by having Eunbi bounce on your cock, causing her to tighten her walls and squeeze both sides.

Eventually, he starts thrusting, and you move alternatively, giving Eunbi a constant stream of pleasure. Her moans come quickly, and she begins resting on you. Eunbi’s tits grind against your chest as she bounces from one cock to another. She begins to mumble something, and you ask her to repeat herself. “Cum in me,” She says. Those words excite you, and as much as you want to keep your pace, you begin thrusting faster. You feel Eunbi’s cunt wrapped tightly around you, squeezing your cock as you impale her. You drive your cock into Eunbi one last time and shoot your seed into her. “I’m cumming!” She shouts while wrapping her arms around you and bringing you in for a kiss. Her walls contract around you, milking you. 

At the same, your friend can no longer contain himself and rams his cock as far as he can into Eunbi’s ass. He shoots his load into her. Eunbi moans loudly again as she feels her holes filled with warm cum. He pulls out of Eunbi, leaving her ass a gaping mess with cum flowing out of her. You lay Eunbi back on the table, feeling drained of your strength. You kiss Eunbi again before pulling out. 

It was your friend's turn now; they each take a turn fucking Eunbi. They keep her lying on the table as they surround her and use her body. They squeeze and play with her tits as they fuck her. Eunbi moans fill the tent as she has orgasm after orgasm. You get involved at times, too. She pays you extra attention. When by her head, Eunbi looks at you and opens her mouth. She would stare at you until you put it in. Her tongue would massage your cock as it swirled around. Despite the pounding she was getting from the others, Eunbi would take care of your needs. 

She would be filled again and again with cum, her body would become overstimulated, and she had continuous orgasms as her body was pounded. Her cunt leaked a constant flow of cum; each time someone pulled out, it would begin flowing onto the table, and a puddle formed around Eunbi. She had become some sort of perverted goddess to you. With everyone tired, you retake position between her legs. Cum flows out of Eunbi quickly, your gaze moves upwards, and you see her cum-stained body. Her stomach, her tits, and her face were covered in cum; still, you loved her. You ready your cock, stroking it until you’re hard. Eunbi raises her head, but she struggles to do so. Seeing it was you, she smiles and snakes her hand down her body until she reaches her folds. She spreads them apart with her fingers, and more cum rushes out of her. You push into her cunt, slipping inside easily. Eunbi moans immediately, and she throws her head back. You slide in and out quickly; Eunbi’s walls are coated with cum allowing you to ram your cock to knock against her womb. As you thrust, you feel Eunbi’s walls tighten around you constantly; she was still overstimulated cumming with just about every thrust. She loosely wraps her legs around you, her body shaking when you bury yourself inside her. You get her legs off you and put them on your shoulder as you speed up. Eunbi’s moans grow louder, and you feel your orgasm coming. You moan her name as you continue; you gather your strength and use all your might to thrust as deep as possible. Impaling Eunbi with your last thrust, you both cum again. You give her every last drop you have, leaning into her so that you could fill her womb one last time.

After you pull out, Eunbi asks the time and realizes she’ll have to get back on set soon. You help her clean up as best as possible and get her clothes back on her before heading out.  You give her one quick look over and decide that she is presentable. No one would know what happened. While your friends leave, Eunbi grabs your arm. “Thanks for today,” She says, kissing you on the cheek. You head out, and Eunbi goes back to the filming location. She feels more confident in herself. Thinking about how she made your friends fans of hers, her cum filled pussy being proof of that. When they start shooting again, Eunbi manages to nail it in a couple of shots. Luckily, you managed to see her nail the promotion; Eunbi had told you where to be so you could see. Eunbi relaxes while the crew begins to walk away. She looks down, noticing some between her breasts; she thinks to herself that you both must have missed a spot.

She checks to make sure no one is looking before turning in your direction to scoop the cum out and taste it. In full view of you, her loving fan.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #izone smut #eunbi smut

[milksuu]

❀. │GIRL DINNER (O1)│. ❀

❥ prompt: You're hungry. You want food. You want a snack. You just want SOMETHING. You send your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend(s) on a food-run adventure. Let's see what each boy brings back. ❥ content/warnings: sexually suggestive themes, profanity, fluff ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (aphelios,kayn,ezreal) / f!reader

APHELIOS

sour patch kids and ariZona tea

Aphelios sneaks behind you, and presses the cold can against your neck. He can't help but enjoy how much you pout and whine about it.

He also can't help enjoying every expression you make: the first satisfied sip of your tea, the excitement of opening up the candy bag, and your mouth pursing from the sour taste. Then smiling once the sweetness settles.

But what Aphelios can't help most, is pulling down his mask, and tasting the sugar sparkling your lips. Smiling to himself when you're lost for words, cheeks stained pink, and nervously drawing cute circles against his chest.

It's enough to make him come back for seconds. And when he does, you taste even sweeter than the first. He was planning for a third but...he can wait till later.

Most likely past midnight underneath his sheets. When everyone's asleep but you two. And only he can hear the even sweeter noises you make—just for him. Only for him. Like an exclusive confectionary shop, and he's the only one allowed inside.

Until then, he’ll just savor the moment of watching you enjoy your snacks.

Aphelios likes his sweets. Even though he'll never admit it to anyone. But you're the only exception.

KAYN

flamin' hot fries and cherry coke

Kayn devoted his precocious time to get you something you could obviously get yourself, because he tolerates 'likes' you. (Whatever that means.)

He tosses the chip bag and drink in your lap, and plops down next to you. Pretending not to care whether or not you like his choices. Not his problem if you don't like it. He did you a favor, after all.

But all of that's a lie. He cares, like a lot. More than he wants to admit it. Because he values your opinion. And wants your validation. He scuffs to himself. Like he would ever beg or ask for it. He probably would.

You pause, staring at the snacks without a word. The anticipation is driving him damn near crazy.  And if you had to be honest with him…the combo is your total favorite!

You show your appreciation with showering praise, a hug around his neck, and love pats to his hair. He hates it. He fucking loves it.

Kayn doesn't easily show his joy. His happiness at your reaction starts off with a simple smile. Not so commonplace for someone like him. But then it curls into that all infamous smirk of his that only spells trouble.

Kayn was hungry himself. This whole time, didn't you know? Silly (and naive) of you not to have noticed. His gaze devours you till you find yourself caught by his lips. The nips and bites tell you the poor boy is starving. And he deepens the kiss till....

Well, guess your snacks can wait.

EZREAL

happy meal and sprite

Ezreal is excited to give you this happy meal. Why? Well, that's a surprise! And he loves surprising you.

He first covers your eyes and asks you to guess who it is. He does this all the time. You giggle at how silly it is. But you wouldn't want it any other way.

He then presents the box with the famous 'Ta-Da!' reveal.

You absolutely LOVE the happy meal from PoroKing! Not only is the food good, but the box art is always a cute treat to see.

Oh, but that wasn't the best part about it. The surprise was still inside. When you open the box, the toy inside is what makes you absolutely go crazy. It's the limited edition PoroKing keychain!

It's the only one you don't have in the entire collection, and somehow, Ezreal managed to get it for you.

You can't help yourself. You bounce onto his lap, and press your body and lips against his. He really wasn't expecting this much of a reaction! Afraid you might bounce away from how giddy you are, he takes your hips and presses you closer. Closer to the point where…

Looks like there's more than one surprise happening tonight.

#heartsteel #league of legends #LoL #aphelios x reader #kayn x reader #ezreal x reader #part 2 coming soon #heartsteel x reader #x reader #i swear one of these is making it into my heartsteelxreader fanfic

[k-hotchoisan]

Hiii, umm I am still kinda new here so, I don't actually know if you can see this or not... but I just want you to know YOUR FICS ARE SO GOOD!!!! I always come back to read them :O Can I request a fic or something for Jongho please? If not a fic, can I request #15 for Jongho please? He is my bias but I can't find many fics about him......

15. Roleplay with Hongjoong or Unprotected sex with Jongho?

I saw his recent selfies on twt and bOY I’ve prefaced it before (though not here) that he’s so fucking handsome??

As always, thank you for waiting & enjoy! 🩷

Just because he doesn’t like just anyone touching him, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get touch starved.

Warnings: smut, pwp, cream pie, unprotected sex, riding, touch starved!Jongho

Taglist:

@bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

When you were first introduced to Jongho, it was established that he didn’t like physical contact, and so you helped him draw that boundary, giving him that physical space.

But as you spent more time with him, what you didn’t realise was the way his hand resting on your shoulders when he was behind you when he was trying to whisper something into your ear if it was too crowded, the way he’d let his knees and shoulders bump into yours when you’re running your mouth about something, the way he’d lean in closer as an excuse to hear you better when he just wanted to close the distance between the both of you, and the way his hands would intentionally cover yours when he wanted to take something off your hands.

He wonders if you’ll ever notice. He wonders how much more he can take before he breaks.

A lazy Thursday evening, when you’re over at his place as usual, playing video games with Jongho. The both of you were playing a coop game, and losing composure at each other, laughing whenever the physics of the game made zero sense. When Jongho accidentally tosses a whole cooked steak down the hot air balloon, you shriek and slap his thigh on instinct, before you playfully yell at him for fucking up. The brunette’s eyes brighten while trying to hold in his laughter, staring at you with the most dumbfounded smile. His hand grasps yours, playfully apologising for messing up as he waves your hands in his to gain your forgiveness.

By instinct, you let your fingers naturally link in between his as he continues to shake your hand while coming up with 101 excuses. Your eyes land on your hands and you realise your fingers are intertwined with his, and you internally panic—shit, you didn’t mean to do that. As you smile and nod, feigning forgiveness, you gently release your grip, hoping Jongho didn’t notice.

But of course he does.

“We’re taking 5 and then we’re switching over to Wario Ware”, you giggle as you settle the controller down, getting up to raid his fridge. Jongho’s gaze follows your movements, and he, himself also settles his controller down to tail you.

You pull open the fridge door, the cold air immediately prickling your cheeks. He mostly has sprite cans lined up neatly. You turn to ask him, but your voice is stuck in your throat when you’re staring right into Jongho’s eyes, while he was evidently lost in yours. The silence hangs between the both of you, and you realise the proximity between you and Jongho, only the whirling sound of the fridge running accompanying the silence.

Jongho glances down at your lips. He detests kisses, and the both of you know that clear as day.

But he feels himself snap—from the way you’re just staring into his eyes, then to his lips before flickering back to his eyes once more. His hands cup your cheek and you shut your eyes, fireworks going off the moment you feel his lips on yours. He pushes the fridge door shut behind you and has you pinned against the fridge as he tastes every part of your mouth.

He pulls back, and the both of you are breathless, your heart skipping a beat when he strokes your cheek.

Your gaze finds his, and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for another kiss before he separates from you again.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ask, glancing up his flushed face.

“I should be asking you that. I’ve been holding back since forever”, he replies, before he leads you back to the couch.

His touches feel so desperate—he feels you up and down several times as he collides his lips with yours above you, making sure his palms brush every inch of your skin while he undresses you article by article. He peels his pants off him, letting his cock slap against his lower abdomen, before his lips send you shocks down your spine as sucks on sensitive spots on your neck. You sigh, letting your hands wrap around his neck, your fingers tangling against his soft, brown hair.

He pushes two fingers in after wetting them with his spit, his gaze glued to yours to watch for any discomfort. You contract your abdomen, your legs spreading wider pulling his fingers deeper into your cunt, feeling him search for a particular spot. The moment you gasp and whimper, he knows he’s found it, and Jongho’s determined to make you come undone just from his fingers.

He watches the way your eyes roll back, the way it looks like you’re running out of air, looking fucked out, the way you’re jolting every time his finger tips press against the spongy surface of your spot, and especially the noises you make, all just for him to hear.

Your sobs are shaky as your orgasm completely wipes any ounce of coherent thought in your head, other than the desperation to be fucked by Jongho, and it fills Jongho’s ears like a melody.

“There we go. Let it go babe”, he hums, his gaze lowers down to his fingers stained with your wet release, before he lets you suck his fingers clean.

He joins you on the couch, and it’s an automatic response to climb onto his lap, the heat radiating off his thick cock luring your cunt in almost way too quickly. You decide, fuck it, especially when you see his eyes slowly looking more glazed and mesmerised while you’re on top of him.

You lift your hips and slowly sink down on his thick length—the overstimulation of his cock dragging across your walls making your legs shake, while Jongho has his eyes shut, forcing himself not to bust when he’s just barely entered you. His eyes flutter open as he struggles to regulate his breathing.

His hands which are on your thighs, trailing upwards so agonisingly slow until he his hands are cupping your cheeks once more, before he pulls you in for another hungry kiss. Your body feels like it’s on fire from the way he’s teasing you with his touches.

Jongho’s hands slides down to your ass, grabbing a fistful of it as he carries your ass up, and begins making you bounce on his dick. His fat cock stretches you out, and it’s driving you insane.

“That’s it. You feel so fucking good”, he groans, burying his head into your shoulders, keeping up with your bouncing with his hip thrusts. White begins to form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck into you from below.

Your cunt flutters around his cock, as you let go again, leaving scratches on his upper bag as your second orgasm completely engulfs your senses, the only thing leaving your lips are broken moans as your thighs continue to shake from the overstimulation.

“You came and you didn’t tell me? Bad girl”, Jongho whispers as he fits in one more heavy thrust into your cunt before he calls out your name weakly, spilling his load deep into you.

“It’s so much, Jongho”, you twitch in under his grip. You don’t see it, but you feel load after the load threatening to leak out of your sopping cunt. His thighs are stained with the mixture of your releases, and Jongho carries you to his bathroom. His touches never leave yours throughout the whole ordeal.

Sharing a spite after a hot shower together where he made sure to breed you for another round, the both of you are back on the couch, snuggled up and comfortable, still deciding if you should start up Wario Ware.

You pull back to stare at him, and that gets his attention.

“I thought you didn’t like physical affection?”

“Well, there are exceptions, obviously. One of them just happens to be you.”

Jongho doesn’t want to let you know much he’s been craving to touch you, how much he wanted you to reciprocate, but as the relationship blossoms, he makes sure you do.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez smut #smut #ateez fic #kpop smut #choi jongho #ateez jongho #jongho x y/n #jongho smut #jongho ateez #jongho

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

Minors DNI

3000 Follower Celebration

He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of. 

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance. 

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate. 

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

——————

It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. 

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line. 

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”  “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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You Mystify Me

As a woman who loves women, this was a long time coming! I hope y’all enjoy this:):) Note: Star likes The Cranberries because I said so. (And also because I like The Cranberries lol)

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Star huffed, wrapping her shawl around herself and dragging her feet along the white sands of the beach.

She knew Paul meant well, he was basically her brother after all, but sometimes…

He’d never developed the sort of filter people seemed to have that would keep his thoughts from immediately spilling out of his mouth.

‘A ninth wheel,’ he’d called her before his sprite had snorted out of his nose while he’d laughed. The others boys had joined in with the teasing, laughing and nudging her, but she hadn’t found it very funny.

She sighed to herself. She knew they hadn’t meant anything by it, she knew they still cared about her, but it was…hard.

Hard to be the only girl in the group. Hard to be the only single one left. Hard to be a newly full vampire with everyone else so busy. It was just too much for her sometimes.

She shivered, running her hands up and down, desperate to bring back a spark of warmth. No one had told her just how cold a vampire life truly was.

She’d found a nice spot under the light of a dim moon beam and sat down, pulling out her ukulele to strum absentmindedly.

As she mulled over her confrontation with the boys, and pondered when would be the best time to head to the cave, she began to hum the tune of Sunday while she played.

You spotted her mess of curly hair from where you’d been keening behind some columns holding up the dock.

You’d seen some surfer guys throwing a party on the beach, and your instincts had told you they weren’t long for this world.

At least not with those punky looking guys staring the surfers down from the trees behind them.

After years of mourning premonitions, you’d learned to stay back. It was best not to upset the humans.

You sighed to yourself, almost disappearing into your gray mass of cloak.

Death followed you like a dog to a fox, hunting and hounding, it always caught up with you.

You wished you could touch that pretty girl, you wished you could hold her without it meaning certain doom.

It was a curse, waiting close by but never truly close. Watching the humans suffer and die. Crying your doe eyes out until they were permanently red.

Against your better judgement you let yourself become entranced by her humming. You quieted your keening and swayed to the sound, the music moving through you.

Maybe it would be ok; just to approach her, just to sit with her, just to stare at her. You wouldn’t get to close, you couldn’t.

Before you could rationalize your way off the beach, your feet seemed to move of their own volition, as if that girl was the pied piper who played only for you.

You settled down to her side, sweeping your bone white hair over your shoulder and avoiding meeting her eyes. You hoped she wouldn’t notice your unique appearance and ask too many questions.

Her humming ceased, bringing you back to reality just a bit, but not nearly enough to run away. She was even more gorgeous up close. You could hear your heart thumping, threatening to burst out of your chest.

She smiled at you, the first kind gesture anyone had offered you in so long.

Despite your better judgement, you looked up to let your red eyes bore into hers. Your gaze traced every curve and line of her face, memorializing her image in your head where you’d want to keep it as long as you could.

“I’m Star,” she told you, bangles clanging as she offered you her hand.

Your lips turned down a bit at her outstretched arm, as much as you wanted to feel her soft skin against yours, you knew you couldn’t get too attached.

“Nice to meet you,” you offered her a sympathetic smile as you pulled your coat closed, ignoring her gesture.

Star’s bright smile faltered a bit when she dropped her hand, but she quickly moved on.

“Your hair is beautiful,” she whispered, bringing a pink tinge to your cheeks.

She moved forward, reaching out to skim her fingers through your locks, but you leaned back before she got the chance.

You grimaced as she frowned a bit, falling in on herself. “I’m sorry,” she told you, moving to sit on her hands.

The sight hurt. “No no, it’s fine,” your tried to comfort her. It wasn’t her fault death followed wherever you strayed.

“I liked your playing,” you changed the subject.

She brightened like a Christmas tree, “really? I wasn’t really playing anything, just messing around.” She blushed.

You propped your head up on one hand, practically mooning over her. “No no, it was amazing,” you assured her, “best part of my night.”

“High praise from a banshee, I’ve read your singing is life-changing.”

You froze, your heart racing in your chest. How did she know? Besides the obvious markers of your appearance of course. Still, most humans were ignorant of the magical world that intertwined with theirs. Was she a scientist? A professor maybe? A hunter? Your heart leaped in fear at the thought.

Seeming to catch on, Star placed a gentle hand over yours. Your mouth gaped a bit when she dropped fang.

“Sorry to scare you, you really can’t throw a stone in Santa Carla without hitting some kind of creature, I thought you knew,” she said gently.

“I had no idea,” you explained, “what else have you seen around here?”

“Vampires of course,” she began to list, counting on her fingers, “a few werewolves here and there, a Selkie, a fairy, a dragon, harpies, nymphs, sirens…I could go on for hours.”

Your jaw dropped, “that’s incredible.”

“Santa Carla is a safe haven for the weird and wicked,” she winked, “if you want to join up with my friends, you’ll see it all.”

You beamed, awed by the realization that you weren’t alone out here.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in your head.

“So you’re a vampire huh?” you asked, scooting closer to Star.

“Mhmm,” she nodded.

“And…you’re immortal?” you questioned, hope rising within you.

“One of the perks,” she shrugged.

She couldn’t die. This beautiful, friendly, breathtaking girl, she would never die.

And there was nothing you could do to change that. There was no way you could doom her by intertwining your fate with hers.

You reached out, waiting for her to flinch away, but she didn’t. You let the back of your hand brush across her soft cheek.

“Eternal life becomes you,” you whispered.

She smiled softly as her hand rested over yours, stroking the back of it with her thumb. “Thank you.”

You blushed, certain your entire face was as bright red as your eyes.

“Will you play something for me?” you asked.

She giggled a bit, “all night if you want, beautiful,” she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, before moving to grasp her ukulele once more.

Warmth flooded through you, happy for the first time in decades, “I’d like that.”

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across the room

─── the one where pierre is just a little hurt you didn't come to say hi frat!pierre x reader 1.6k words prompt: jokingly sulking and moping when someone gets attention

d rambles. . . first blurb of the frat au! hope this one is alright bc i cannot lie... i lost the plot in the middle of this. but ya. enjoy!

you weren’t one for parties on a thursday night. you’ve seen the fliers, they were posted and reposted, texted to you the moment they dropped. you left texts from brothers unanswered, unopened– even the ones from pierre. it wasn’t completely out of character to not respond, he knows how busy you are and that you aren’t one to drop your responsibilities for a party. or as pierre liked to put it– a night with him. 

but for whatever reason, pierre couldn’t seem to handle your lack of enthusiasm, the lack of a response, this time around. so he called. he called an hour before the party while you were reading over your journal review. you let the phone go to voicemail, but what was the boy if not persistent, so you ended up picking up the phone on the third call. 

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you’re ignoring me.” pierre greeted. 

“maybe i am,” you mumbled, scrolling through the final page of your essay. pierre laughed into the receiver, sending shivers down your spine. you rolled your eyes, dropping the phone on the bed as you put the call on speaker. “what do you need?”

“are you coming tonight?” 

you hummed, deleting a clunky sentence before retyping your point. it’s a couple seconds before you respond. “dunno. it’s thursday.” 

“so you don’t wanna see me?” 

you rolled your eyes again, “not what i said.” 

“so you’re coming then.” you reach the end of your paper, huffed a sigh as you stuff your face into your pillow. your eyes burned, and truth be told, you find that a drink or two might just be what you need. pierre says your name, “you there?”

you pick up your phone, “yeah." you sighed, rubbing your face, "yeah, i’ll see you tonight.” 

thats how you find yourself walking up the steps of the fraternity house, the bass thumping through the walls and spilling through the open door. the house was full, trash had already littered the lawn even if it had only been an hour since it started. alex was at the door, talking down the boys at the front door who didn’t get the memo that the party was a brothers only event. the boy catches your gaze as you pass him, and he holds the door open for you as he tells the boys in front of him to leave. 

the room is tinted purple thanks to the led lights, and you try to navigate your way through the dimply lit house. bodies sway left to right, backs pressed to fronts as they try to keep up with the music blaring through the speaker. you had half a mind to text pierre to ask for his whereabouts but you spot him leant up against the counter in the kitchen before you do. he looks the part, bright red snapback lay backwards on his head, black t-shirt resting on his shoulders, and the gold chain hanging just below the neck of shirt. he was deep in conversation with george, too busy to notice your presence. so you opt to get yourself a drink first, let brothers talk about what brothers do. 

you change direction, moving to the opposite end of the kitchen where the makeshift bar sits. jack mans the bar, passing red solo cups to girls who can’t seem to stand straight and pouring shots for brothers who tap on the hardwood impatiently. you squeeze between two girls, pushing yourself upwards to make yourself seen. jack turns at your movement, smiling as he leans in to hear your order. just a vodka sprite, one he makes quickly while ignoring the blonde screaming for another whiteclaw. he leans in again, mouth by your ear this time, as he pushes the cup into your hand. 

“pierre’s talking to george over there, did you see?” 

your bite back a bashful smile, nodding. “i did. thanks jack.”

he winks, waving you off before turning to the loud blonde with wide eyes as he goes i heard you the first three times!

you spin on your heel, bringing the cup up to your mouth as you take a sip of your drink. it’s heavy on the vodka, burns your throat and sits warm in your gut. you wince, walking around and out of the kitchen in search of a place to set yourself while you wait for pierre. 

it’s not like you had to, but its something you kind of grew used to. so long as you came to one their parties, you were somehow always under his arm. you haven’t been seeing the french boy for long— you aren’t sure if you were seeing him at all. all you knew is that he’s a friend you’ve slept with a few times. and it’s not exclusive… but to you it is. you shake the thoughts, taking another gulp of your vodka mix as you lean against the wall. 

“you gonna dance?”

you whip your head around, eyes cast up to find charles smiling down at you. you smile, shaking your head, “'m not much of a dancer.” 

he chuckles, index finger tipping your cup towards him so he can take a peek. you see him click his tongue, can't here the sound over the music, “you mean you haven’t drunk enough yet. i know you got some moves in you.” 

you turn your body towards him, taking another drink. “what do you know about my moves charles?”

“enough to want to see them again.” the monegasque winks and you laugh. 

charles takes up your time, playing catch up and you let him. one second you’re talking about your government class and the next you’re following closely behind him back to the bar because you agreed to do a round of shots with him. you watch as he leans over the bar to pull a handle of vodka, because he’s an older brother and he can. he pours the liquid in two empty solo cups, counting down for you before you tip the liquid down your throat. 

what you don’t see is pierre across the room. you don’t see the slight furrow in his brow as he watches you and his best friend laugh. you don’t see the way george leans in to talk into his ear because to brit is oblivious to the fact that his brother was having a little jealous fit.

you indulge charles for another round before you finally agree to a game of beer pong. you play opposite of carlos and a brunette you don’t recognize. you weren’t half bad, according to charles. though you know he was only being nice, considering you had missed every other throw. but he was light hearted about it, arm slung over your shoulder as he gives you a tight squeeze every time you did manage to make it in. he was your cheerleader, even if he was the one to carry the two of you to a win. he sinks the white pingpong ball into the final cup on the opposite end of the table. you both cheer loudly, fist thrown in the air in excitement. 

charles gives you a tight hug, singing praises in your name. you laugh, squeezing him just as tightly. 

“ah, we should do another game but… i think someone isn’t too please right now.” you tilt your head and charles flicks his chin behind you. 

you turn your head and find pierre nursing a red cup of his own, leant up against a wall all by himself. you bite down on your lip, offering him a small wave before turning back to charles. “i should…”

you don’t have to finish, charles understood. he leans in for a hug, giving you a quick squeeze before swiping his cup and retreating into the crowd. you turn on your heel, making your way over to the boy waiting for you across the room. pierre drops his hand by his hand, fingers holding on to the rim of his cup. 

“had fun?” he pips.

“oh so much fun,” you tease, taking another step to him. 

he pouts. “looks like you had fun.” 

you bite back a smile, “you’re such a baby.” his frown deepens, and you stifle a laugh. you take another step, hand gripping his wrist to open himself up so that you can lean into him. you wrap his arm around your tipsy frame as you tip toe to press a kiss to his cheek. “don’t be like that.”

“why didn’t you come say hi?” he tightens his arm, holding you firmly against him, “didn’t know you were here til i saw you drinking with charles.”

“well you were busy.” “never too busy for you.”

you smile, nodding, “well, i’ll remember for next time.” 

“my feelings are still hurt.” pierre mumbles, eyes wide and pout forced. 

you fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead pushing yourself up to press a kiss to his lips as a sorry. it’s meant to be a peck, but pierre chases your lips as you pull away, capturing your lips. you feel his shoulders drop, relaxed, as he moves his lips against you slowly— like he misses you. your hands come up to rest on his shoulders, wrists over the other behind his neck. pierre’s free hands hold onto your hip, the other resting on the small of your back. he leans into you, following your mouth with his own. 

you’re the first to pull away, breathless as you fight the blush threatening to take over your features. the boy smiles down at you, satisfied, as he leans in to steal another peck. you giggle, hand coming up to cup his face to hold him back. you swipe your thumb across his lips to collect the remnants of your gloss lathered over his lips. he takes the opportunity to press a kiss against the pad of your thumb and you roll your eyes.

“feeling better?” 

he grins widely. “much better.” 

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Thought about My number one IZ*ONE? 😍

underappreciated hottie! I wish she got more lines during IZ*ONE, but I'm also very glad she's doing much better for herself now :DDDD I particularly like how well she dances, talk abt hidden gems!

"I'm just curious, that's all."

"You already know what I think about you, Hyewon." Suddenly your burger looks like the most interesting thing in the world right now, and all your attention is poured onto it.

"Right. I can never beat Yuri. Thanks." She slumps back into her seat and sips on her Sprite defeatedly. The paper cup is slammed onto the table and the cubes of ice inside clink gleefully against each other.

"Don't be like that. It's different, you already know this."

"I just miss when I was your favorite. I'm not allowed to miss that anymore?" Her attention flies off to the registers again, as if calculating how much the next customer's total will be plus tax and tip.

She's right, though. You fell for her first, way back when you didn't even know what a bias was. Kang Hyewon caught your eye out of all of them, and with just a couple lines in that song she'd already been able to claim you as hers.

"Is it something you feel bad about? Me choosing someone else?" Your burger meets its plastic wrapper once again as you reach for a napkin. Wipe away the mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth, accidentally pulling her gaze towards you again.

She chuckles at the thought. "Am I supposed to say 'no?' Am I supposed to tell you 'Oh, I'm fine if you choose anyone else over me. It's not a big deal for me to let you shower someone else with the love I earned for myself six fucking years ago,' like some sort of pushover who can't fight for who she wants?" She pulls your hand off her cheek and looks down at her food tray. Three more chicken nuggets remain, as well half of a large order of fries. She takes one of the nuggets and tears it in half, eating one and throwing the other back onto the tray a bit too hard.

Silence surrounds the table and the air thins between you two. On one hand, you do feel bad about how things turned out, but on the other hand, you can't deny your heart belongs to Yuri now.

She sighs deeply at the situation, knowing she's getting herself upset over nothing. "Why not write smut about me? I'm at least worthy of that," she bargains. You note how odd it is that she's talking he way she does, as if she isn't holding any cards against you when you know she does.

"I'm... busy." Wonder how you manage to keep finding the worst things to say. Sure, tell her Yuri deserves four more fics and counting than she does. Show her how little she means to you. Shove it in her face how much you don't miss her.

"... Yeah. I guess that's fair." She takes a French fry into her mouth and keeps it between her teeth, not chewing nor attempting any more eye contact with you.

"Right. Sorry."

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[freedomfireflies]

Gracie 🥺🥲 I would love to read a blurb from uuu in the future about Harry taking care of YN who’s on her period 😵‍💫

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause I’m trying to see if you’re gonna yell at me or not.”

Your eyes narrow but you can’t help smiling. “Harry, I’m not gonna yell at you—”

“You just yelled at the pizza guy,” he argues.

“I…that wasn’t yelling, I was just…suggesting he find a better place to put his...foot.”

“Exactly.” He crosses his arms and tosses you a smirk. “He’s gonna go home and cry to his mommy tonight.”

“Good. At least someone will coddle his incompetent ass,” you retort under your breath, and this time, it's Harry that rolls his eyes playfully.

“Mhm,” he snorts, taking a step closer. “So…do you promise not to yell at me if I come sit next to you?”

“Keep feeding me chocolate, and I won’t,” you reply innocently, and he laughs as he slides the plate of cookies off the counter to bring over.

Once the treats are in your possession, he takes a seat, tosses an arm around your shoulders, and guides you to his chest.

You settle there, smiling contently as you nibble on a chocolate chip while The Looney Tunes Show plays in the background. You both laugh at Daffy’s antics while Harry presses his cheek to your forehead, and soon, you can’t remember why you were feeling so on edge in the first place.

And then…you do remember.

The first but very familiar wave of cramps rolls over you without warning, and your eyes flutter shut as you steel yourself from the pain. 

This again.

“Goddammit,” you mutter under your breath, wincing some as you set the plate down.

Harry looks down. “What?”

“Nothing. I’m gonna grab the Aleve, I’ll be right back,” you say, gingerly standing to your feet so you can make your way for the bathroom.

Harry watches you closely, gaze rather scrutinizing as he suddenly snatches onto your wrist just before you can scoot by. 

You blink down at him, a little annoyed at the delay.

“What’s wrong?” he asks again, head tilting as he studies you. “Is it the cookies?”

“No, no. They’re fine,” you reassure him quickly, but his eyebrow raises. “They’re good. Very good. I’m just cramping, and I would like it to stop.”

His eyes widen, lips parting as the information dawns on him before he’s suddenly leaping onto his feet. “This is a Code Red?”

You groan, the dreaded nickname making you cringe as you playfully swat him away. “Stop. Don’t call it that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he nearly gasps, side-stepping past you as he rushes to the kitchen. 

“I did tell you. Just now,” you call as you watch him rummage through the refrigerator. “The hell are you doing?”

For a moment, he says nothing, and you try to peer around his ass to see what he’s looking for.

When he straightens up, you find that he's got a bottle of Sprite in one hand and a bar of dark chocolate in the other.

“I’ve got a whole plan in place,” he says as he turns to you, oddly giddy. “Gemma used to fuck with me about not being prepared, and I got scared she might be right, so…I prepared.”

You can only stare at him, dumbfounded, as he rushes over to shove the items in your hands. “Har...you…are so fucking cute, but I don’t need you to be…prepared. I’ll just take some Aleve, and I’ll be fine—”

He raises a hand, bringing your argument to a halt. “That’s what you would do…if you didn’t have me,” he corrects proudly. “Listen, I don’t know what it feels like, and I can't take it away, but I know it's a bitch to go through. And I feel kind of guilty for not being able to take or experience this pain for you, so…this is the best I can do.”

You fight a large grin as you reach up to squeeze his sweet, little chin between your fingers. “See? Cute. But I don’t need you to experience it for me, baby, I’ll be okay. Just sit down and I’ll be right back.”

A little dejected, he sighs. “Are you sure? Cause…I mean, I made a whole game plan, and...I’ve been doing some research, and…you know, I wanna help.”

And the poor boy looks so disappointed that you can’t help laughing. “A game plan? Oh...my God. Okay, well…now I gotta see this.”

Instantly, he perks up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you smirk. “I am not calling it Code Red, but…if you wanna take care of me, then I’m certainly not gonna argue.”

Seemingly overjoyed, he dips down to press a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “M’gonna take such good care of you. Promise.”

And you know he will.

“All right,” he declares quietly, his entire demeanor shifting as if to lure you into a state of relaxation and bliss. “First things first…let’s get you into a bath, yeah? Get some bubbles, some candles, some soft music. And some Aleve, of course. Give your body a chance to unwind.”

You let him lead you to the bathroom and delicately sit you on the closed toilet seat so he can get the water running and grab your medicine.

And normally you’d argue that you aren’t a child, and can undress and prep yourself just fine, but he’s so gentle with it. So, kind and so in-tune with what you need that you just…don’t feel the need to fight him on it.

The look of adoration doesn’t leave your face as he slips your shirt over your head and helps you step out of your jeans just to kiss you in-between each task.

And while you know he wouldn't care, you force him around while you take off everything else (after all, why ruin the moment?), before you're quickly stepping into the tub.

He asks if you’d like him to join, and you say yes (because why would you say no?), and he’s more than happy to oblige.

For the rest of the evening, he doesn’t leave your side. You spend at least an hour in the bath, your back snug against his chest as he tenderly cups the water in his palm and lets it run down your arms and stomach.

He keeps you warm and surrounded by bubbles. He whispers when he talks, presses kisses to your cheek, and not once do his hands leave you.

He mentions that having an orgasm is supposed to help with cramps, and while you already knew this, you smile at his cheeky efforts.

Once you’ve pruned, you decide to get out, and he implements Phase Two of his plan. He retrieves your favorite pajamas, gets the bed ready, and flips on your comfort movie.

He brings you water, more medicine, a heating pad, and as many snacks as you might need.

He offers to give you space if you need it but is absolutely thrilled when you decline and instead ask if he’ll hold you.

And you watch your favorite movie with him tucked into your side while he continues those lazy touches on your hip and innocent kisses to your neck and shoulder. 

He tells you he’s proud of you, that he loves you, and that he’s so lucky to have you in his life.

And it’s cheesy, and it's a little dorky, and it’s him.

And you love him.

And that’s never gonna change.

But most importantly:

You owe Gemma a huge thank you.

I'M NOT SURE IF THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND, but he's so cute and I'm so glad I got to write it, thank you so much for asking 😭💞 If you wanted a little more, though, or if it's not quite what you had in mind, send me another one and I'll absolutely get on it!

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[rainbowsillz]

Azul Ashengrotto. | Character interaction | Genre: Dark?

⤷ Summary: He realized that everything was unreal. This world, his life, a mere playground for others in sake for entertainment.

He has always liked your expressions, it's a shame he can't touch or feel your warmth, although the first time that he defied his code, he has learned to pretend, reading his scripts, sometimes he can't help himself, he craves to see and hear you... more clearly.

“Shall we have a discussion together?”

Had you known, if only.. if only, you could reverse your time. You would not download this game as your friends suggested you.

Your future self lamented about your fate.

As you pondered what type of event was this about.

“Free of charge, let's say, it won't be harmful to you.”

It was a blatant lie, to cross a bridge, one must pay the toll.

The white haired merfolk addressed with a wide smile, there were options of words to choose. Yes or no, it depends with you.

....But then you can't move anything nor press on them.

You were albeit— curious about it, who wouldn't be? You were creeped out that there weren't the usual monologues.

“What the heck....? Did the system crash...?”

How could he had forgotten? You seemed spooked by this.

“Not Yuu's answer, I want your answers.”

You must be delusional, no, how... can a freaking 2D character verbalize with you, right—? Right? Have you lose it yet-?! And in perfect English too? He seems quite fluent in this... somehow?

“I'm going to 'delete' you out of this, I swear.”

That earned a fit of laughter from Azul as he gazed at you, with a hand on his chest and back with his feigned sorrows at you.

Despite the fact that he was in a sprite and on the screen.

His utterances to you will haunt you days and nights.

Your terrified face reflected in his narrowed turquoise pupils.

“I'm afraid you don't have the privilege, my dear player. Not when I already found a way to take you to Twisted Wonderland.”

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[babydollmarauders]

SECRET’S OUT — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem! hughes! reader

pt 2 to Teenager in Love

summary: in which y/n and Trevor’s relationship gets revealed.

warnings: pet names, mention of anxiety, alcohol, loving brother-sister relationship (kisses on cheeks)(yes, i made that a warning, so if that icks you out..)

notes: to clear up the timeline, Trevor and y/n got together in June of 2022, and this is set in February of 2023

we’ve been in California for all of 5 hours and i’m bouncing off the walls to see Trevor. first the team went to check in to the hotel, then Jack, Jesper, Dawson, Ryan, and John decided to go out for dinner, and i was hoping that would be my chance to skip out and surprise Trevor at his apartment, but Jack wouldn’t let me out of his sight. now we just got to a bar, where Trevor will be joining us. it’s not exactly the alone time i would’ve liked to have with him, but at least i get to see him. i’m sat in a booth with Dawson while the other guys grab drinks.

“you’re antsy.” Dawson acknowledges. he looks me up and down, from my lip biting to my bouncing leg. “why are you so fidgety?”

“i’m not.” i know my denial is no good, but i still attempt.

“yeah, you are. look at you.” i can’t help but glance at the entrance for what feels like the hundredth time in the past five minutes that we’ve been here, waiting to see my boyfriend walk through.

“i think i’m just still wired up from the flight. i hate planes.” the lie slips off my tongue easily, but with the way he still eyes me, i don’t think he believes me.

“sure.” he drags out, and before he can say anything else, the other guys arrive back at the table. Jack slides a sprite in front of me, and i send him a look. he was supposed to get me a beer like he and the guys are drinking.

“don’t give me that look.” Jack says. “you’re too young to drink.”

“that never stopped you. Quinn used to get you beers at bars all the time before you turned twenty-one.” i tell him, but i still take a sip of the soda anyways.

“yeah, but you’re not me. you’re my baby sister. if it were up to me, you wouldn’t even be allowed to drink at twenty-one.” i roll my eyes. overprotective brother at its finest.

“i’m a year younger than you. it’s not like i’m twelve. you can’t keep calling me your baby sister.” i tell him. he levels me with a look of his own.

“you’ll always be my baby sister. and as your big brother, it’s my job to take care of you.” i give up. having had this same fight several times before, i know it’ll always end the same way; with him getting his way.

my sight goes back to the entrance, and it’s then that i see Trevor and his friend Jamie walk in. i sit up straighter, peeking over the heads of others in order to watch him as they make their way over to the booth. i bite back a smile, but it’s nearly impossible after having not seen him since his game in New Jersey a month ago. and before that we had gone five months without seeing each other. much of our eight month long relationship has been long distance, so every chance i get to see him means the world to me.

i feel a gaze on me and look over to see Dawson watching me with a suspicious look in his eye. i quickly take a second to calm myself down, there’s no way Dawson could catch on. if Jack hasn’t even noticed, then i don’t think anyone will.

Trevor stops in front of the table, a wide grin on his face.

“Hughsie!” he exclaims and Jack stands up to give him a hug. Trevor nods a ‘what’s up?’ to the other guys before his eyes settle on me. “i don’t get a hug from my favorite Hughes?”

i finally let my smile grace my lips and i slide out of the booth, possibly too fast to be casual, and wrap my arms around his neck.

“i missed you.” i mumble into his neck. one of his hands rubs my back as the other wraps around my waist.

“i missed you too, babygirl.” he whispers in my ear. i pull away way too soon for my liking, but we can’t risk Jack getting suspicious. i slide back into the booth, but instead of Jack sitting next to me, Trevor takes the spot.

the guys all start talking, joking around with each other, but i’m unable to focus. my only thoughts being on Trevor’s hand, which rests on my thigh under the table, causing a shiver to rush through me. he looks down at me for a second and i smile up at him. i feel like a dope, but this boy really does make me so happy, even with the simplest of touches. he looks back at John, who’s saying something about basketball, but i keep my gaze on him, watching him smile and laugh. i barely even notice the smile that spreads across my face at the sound of his laugh.

i feel a kick against my leg and look across the table to Dawson, who’s eyes flicker between Trevor and i before he gives me a ‘what the fuck?’ look. i feign innocence, shaking my head and shrugging my shoulders in a ‘what?’ motion before finally paying attention to the conversation at hand. it’s less than a minute later that i feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. taking it out, i see a text from Dawson.

—

From: Dawson 🇨🇦

what the hell is going on with you and Trevor?

—

my eyes widen and i look up at him from across the table, only to find him already watching me. i look back at my phone, typing a reply before i look back at him.

—

To: Dawson 🇨🇦

idk what u mean

—

he sends me a distrustful glance before he drops the topic and goes back to talking with the guys.

“i’m gonna go grab a drink, you wanna come with me?” Trevor leans down to whisper in my ear, eyeing my almost empty glass, and i nod. i grab my glass, sucking down my last little bit of sprite before we slide out of the booth.

“i’m gonna go grab a beer, anyone need another one?” Trevor asks. they all shake their heads.

“i’m gonna go get a refill.” i inform Jack. he nods and retrieves his wallet from his pocket, grabbing his debit card and holds it for me to take.

“here, use this.” he says. i’m more than aware that Jack’s love language is gift giving, most specifically, he likes to pay for my things. no matter how big or small, and no matter how many times i resist, if i’m with him and i go to buy something, he ends up paying for it. he claims it’s his way of paying me back for all the hockey practices i had to go to when we were younger.

“i got her drink, J. no worries, man.” Trevor speaks up. Jack sends him a look, but then shrugs and puts his card away. Trevor leads the way to the bar and i follow behind him, pinky linked with his so that i don’t lose him in the crowded establishment. when we get to the bartender, Trevor orders a beer and another sprite for me. he looks over at the booth full of our friends before wrapping his arm around my shoulders, tucking me into his side and placing a quick kiss on my temple.

“you coming home with me tonight, pretty girl?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“i would if i could, but Jack has us sharing a hotel room, so he’ll know if i’m not there. i’m sorry, Trev.” i tell him.

“it’s okay, babe. i understand. we’ll just have to make the most of our time here tonight.” he smiles and it makes my heart skip a beat. how did i get so lucky? “you feeling up to some of our lake house tricks tonight?”

i smile at the memories of our lake house rendezvous. sneaking away to have quick make out sessions while everyone else was distracted or making up excuses at the same time in order to get away for a little bit.

“yeah, i think we could make that happen.” i gaze up at him with love in my eyes. i wasn’t sure if our relationship would really work with us living across the country from each other, but we’ve found ways to make it up. he’ll have flower deliveries scheduled for while Jack is at practice, i call him after every game so that he can rant to me about it all, we have facetime movie dates, and we make the best of the time we get when we do see each other.

he smiles down at me before letting me go to grab our drinks that were just slid in front of us. we walk back to the table, slipping back into our seats, and i see Dawson giving us a look again. i level him with my own look and he narrows his eyes at me then goes back to talking to the guys.

i stay mostly silent for the the next half hour, only speaking when anyone asks me a question. but when i notice Trevor take the last sip of his beer, i poke his hand, which has reclaimed its spot on my thigh. he turns his head to look at me.

“can you let me out? i need to use the ladies room.” i itch my nose after i speak, using our code to meet up. Trevor smirks before standing up and letting me get out of the booth before he sits back down. i look towards Jack, who’s attention has shifted me now that i’ve stood up. i bend down to talk to him privately. “i’m going to the bathroom real quick. i’m feeling a little overwhelmed and i need a moment.”

is it wrong of me to use my anxiety as an excuse to get away with Trevor? maybe. but what good is having anxiety if i can’t use it to my advantage sometimes?

“are you okay?” Jack asks, his face full of worry, and it makes me feel a little guilty.

“yeah bubs, i’m okay. i just need a few minutes by myself.” Jack nods, and reassures me to text him if i need him before pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. i rush off towards the empty hallway leading towards the bathrooms, sparing a glance over my shoulder to make sure Trevor was watching where i went.

i stand in the hallway for about 3 minutes before Trevor comes around the corner, backing me up so my back presses into the wall and laying his hands to rest on my hips.

“clever girl, timing it just perfectly so that i can say i need to get a new beer.” he smirks.

“so glad you caught on. i wasn’t sure if you would put it together.” my tone is teasing, but the way i snake my arms around his neck makes up for it. his fingers dig into my side, tickling me, and i giggle, squirming in his arms. he doesn’t give me much reprieve before his lips attack mine. he pulls back, tugging my bottom lip with him, making me let out a quiet moan.

“eight months and your brothers are all still just as oblivious as when we started.” he chuckles. “although i do wish i could tell Jack so he would stop harassing me about not pulling any girls tonight.”

“i wish we could tell him too.” i run the back of my hand across his cheek and he shivers at the soft touch. “but i think we both have a pretty good guess of how that would go down. and i like your pretty face too much to let him bruise it.”

he grins, ducking down once more to pull my lips to his. this kiss is unlike the last one. sweet and slow rather than fast and passionate. i let him slip his tongue past my lips, exploring my mouth and turning the kiss a bit more heated. he pulls against my hips, making my lower body press against his, and the feel of his growing bulge pressing against me makes my thighs clench in need.

“god, i wish we could spend the night together.” my words are mumbled against his lips and he hums in agreement.

“i knew it!” we both rip away fast, pushing away from each other so that we’re on opposite sides of the hallway. i look over to the entrance of the hallway, only to find Dawson standing there with wide eyes and parted lips. “i knew it. you tried to deny it, but i’m not oblivious!”

“shhh!” i shush him and peek around him, with wide eyes, frantically searching for Jack, but i find him still around the corner, seated at the table and talking with his friends. i bring focus back on Dawson. “you cannot, under any circumstances, tell Jack!”

“why not?” he asks, and it makes me want to shake him. has he not seen how protective Jack is?

“because he’ll fucking kill me, dude.” Trevor deadpans. “i’m sure you got the ‘stay away from y/n’ lecture!”

“well, yeah, all the guys on the team got it the second he found out she was moving in with him. but what i’m most concerned about is why you didn’t listen to him.” Dawson replies, raising an eyebrow.

“hey! don’t give me that look! i listened to him for years! i kept my hands to myself until she told me she liked me!” Trevor defends.

“okay, wait— don’t blame this all on me! you dared me to tell you who i liked!” i throw back at him.

“and i don’t regret it one bit, baby.” he winks at me and a slow smile spreads across my face.

“me neither. best eight months of my life.” i tell him.

“eight months?!” Dawson exclaims. i kind of forgot he was there for a second. “you guys have been sneaking around Jack’s back for eight. months?”

“to be fair, we’ve also been sneaking around behind Quinn and Luke’s backs too. not just Jack’s.” Trevor shrugs. bless his heart, he’s not making this sound any better.

“that’s not— that’s not better, babe.” i sigh, shaking my head and rubbing his bicep. Dawson just shakes his head and walks past us.

“hey, where are you going?” i ask.

“to the bathroom. where i was supposed to be going when i walked in on you guys sucking face.” he throws over his shoulder, not bothering to stop. once he’s inside the men’s restroom, i look over at Trevor.

“we should probably go back before someone else gets suspicious.” i frown, winding my arms Trevor’s waist and pushing my face into his chest. his arms wrap around my shoulders and i feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.

“yeah, let’s go babygirl.” he grasps my chin, tilting my head up and pressing one last soft kiss to my lips. “i’m gonna go back to the bar to get another beer, you can go ahead and go back to the table first.”

i nod and turn to leave the hallway, but when i turn around, there stands Jack. his hands are in fists at his sides, jaw clenched, and eyes full of anger. i freeze at the sight of him, and my face contorts in guilt.

“what the fuck did i just see?” he questions, his voice strained and low.

“that depends.” i tell him, feigning innocence as much as i can. “how much did you see?”

“well i think i just saw you two kiss. but i must be seeing things because my best friend and my baby sister would certainly never break the strict rules i have set, would they?”

i flinch. Jack has always been pretty good at that, making me feel even more guilty when i already am. he used to do it when we were kids, if i hurt him or broke one of his toys, and now apparently his talent for it never left.

“how long has this been going on?” he asks.

“eight months.” i whisper, looking down at my feet to avoid the look of betrayal that i know will be painted across his face.

“i can explain.” Trevor speaks up.

“don’t bother. i gave you one rule when we became friends. one.” Jack growls. “and you broke it. i told you to keep your hands off my baby sister, but you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“hold on, that’s not fair-” Trevor is cut off by Jack.

“no! what’s not fair is you sneaking around behind my back!” Jack’ raises his voice.

“well how else were we supposed to date, Jack? you haven’t exactly been malleable about your stupid rules!” i snap. “i’m so sick of you, and Quinn, and Luke, and your stupid fucking rules! do you not realize how much they’ve fucked me up? i’ve never had a boyfriend before Trevor because you guys always scare guys off. i can’t handle difficult situations because you guys have never let me figure things out on my own. you guys are so overbearing! even dad is more laidback than you are. so give me a break! yes, i’m sorry, Trevor and i started dating behind your back, but if you would let me live my own life then maybe we wouldn’t have had to!”

my chest rises and falls in rapid breaths when i finish speaking. i’m scared for Jack’s reaction, but it also feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. i’ve held that in for so long, and with Jack not letting us explain, i could no longer help myself. sensing my emotions, Trevor takes hold of my hand, comforting me.

“how long have you felt this way, y/n?” Jack asks, his voice soft and sounding hurt. “you should’ve told me. we thought we were protecting you.”

“a long time. i’m sorry, Jack. i really am. i should’ve told you before, but i really didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” i tell him.

“and you? this isn’t just some game to you, is it? because if it is, you’ll never see me again unless i’m beating your ass on the ice.” Jack looks at Trevor, an eyebrow raised in questioning.

“this isn’t a game, Jack. i love y/n.”

he loves me.

he’s said it before, but hearing him tell it to my brother makes it feel so real.

“i don’t like this.” Jack sighs. “but you guys didn’t listen to me in the first place, so i don’t think there’s anything i can really do about it.”

i drop Trevor’s hand, rushing forward to pull my brother in a hug. his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter to him.

“you’re my baby sister. i just wanted to protect you.” he whispers in my ear, and i let out a short sob.

“i know Jacky, and you did. but you went a little too far. and i should’ve told you when i first started feeling this way. i shouldn’t have kept it in, i’m sorry.” i cry.

“you don’t need to apologize. i do. i’m sorry, y/n/n.” he pulls away and presses a kiss to my cheek before speaking again. “but if he breaks your heart, he’s a dead man.”

i chuckle quietly, before stepping back beside Trevor.

“are we good, man?” Trevor asks.

“yeah, we’re good. but good luck telling Quinn. you think i was bad? think about what her oldest brother will be like.” Jack smirks. Trevor’s eyes grow wide, and he looks at me for reassurance but i just grimace. Jack kinda has a point. Jack might be overprotective, but as my oldest brother, Quinn takes the cake with his protective role.

a door creaks open and we all look back towards the men’s restroom. Dawson’s head peaks out.

“is it safe to come out now?”

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[eoieopda]

menace (pjm) — pt. ii

“Be careful with that lip,” he warned in a thick voice dropped low, “Pout like that again, and I might bite it.”

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 2/6 (Mini Series) ⇢ Previous Chapter | Masterlist Word Count: 6.5K Content: (General) Seokjin’s younger sister AU; fuck buddies that hate each other; reader is AFAB & queer; surprise cameo by my current dream girl. (SMUT | 18+) this part is written in sort of an omniscient POV; brat-tamer!Jimin & brat!Reader; oral sex (m); manhandling; spanking; slight degradation & spit kink; unprotected sex (p in v); safe word in place (unused). A/N: Absolutely re-worked a shit ton of this part after “Smoke Sprite” dropped because I needed this cameo to happen 😵‍💫 I'm gonna put the tags in the comments this time because Tumblr has been shitty about them lately, lol.

Immediately after Jimin left you in that green room, dangling off a ledge, you did your best to bury that blush on your cheeks in pressed powder. The lip balm he was wearing when he kissed your temple caused that powder to cling where you didn’t want it, and it left you with two options:

You could uproot the flawless base you’d created prior to his unwelcome arrival, spend time you didn’t have destroying evidence. Alternatively, you could pretend not to notice the faint lip print shining in a shade just slightly darker than the rest of your face. Even if it was more or less invisible to the naked eye, it was a flashing, neon sign to you.

And just like that, his unanticipated crumb of affection made sense. So, you grabbed a makeup wipe from the travel-sized package you brought with you and set back to work.

That motherfucker.

When you’d gathered yourself to the best of your ability, you glanced in the mirror. Still a bit flushed, still a bit shaky, but still deadly. Any other loner you'd run into wouldn’t stand a chance; and though your primary goal was paying off the orgasm debt Jimin had defaulted on, it didn’t hurt to consider how far up a wall it would drive him to watch you weigh your options.

You wouldn’t chalk it up to jealousy, the way Jimin reacted when he saw you convert strangers into acolytes. From where you were standing, that telltale clench of his jaw wasn’t precipitated by your habit of looking at anyone but him. More than anything, his problem likely had to do with the fact that it was you people were staring at — not him. The name of the game was desirability, after all; and Jimin seemed to really fucking hate it whenever you pulled ahead — collected more merit badges in the form of phone numbers.

Of course, he might not have hated it as much if you didn’t love rubbing his nose in it to the extent you did.

Upon walking out into the club’s private bar, the first face you caught sight of was that of your brother. Judging by the way he was sputtering, Seokjin was witnessing your weather-inappropriate outfit for the first time — and he was not handling it well. You rolled your eyes, refusing to give him and the burnt-red tips of his ears a second glance. If you did, he’d be launching himself over bar stools to force you into his winter coat.

Worse, knowing how reactionary he was when it came to you, it was safe to assume that he’d enucleate every wandering eye he found fixated on you. That wouldn’t bode well for the stranger seated at the center of the bar, whose whiskey-warm gaze in your direction was an invitation in and of itself.

Coincidence or kismet, it didn’t matter — the only open spot at the bar happened to be right next to her, whoever she was. She grabbed her clutch off the bar top in front of that unoccupied stool as soon as she saw you headed her way. Despite the distance, you could see the smirk working its way across her lips; and the nearly imperceptible dimple she’d unearthed in doing so.

Target acquired.

When you finally reached her, it was difficult to tell whether the slight tremble in your knees was due to the discomfort of your heels, or the sharp cut of her jaw jutting out beyond the razored edge of her hair. Pretending that it was neither, rather than both, you gestured to the open seat with a coquettish smile, “Saving this for someone?”

The stranger’s voice was deeper than you expected from someone as petite; it left your whole hopeless body vibrating.

“My Valentine,” she said with a dreamy sigh, and it sounded like a song. Mirroring the movement of your finger, she pointed nonchalantly to the stool, silently telling you to claim it. “Lucky for me, I think I found them.”

“Lucky for them,” you corrected, sliding into your seat and title simultaneously. Now with your elbow resting against the bar, you propped your chin up on the heel of your hand and narrowed your eyes thoughtfully. “If only they knew your name.”

The same finger that guided you to your spot raised to flag down the bartender. What else can it do? Killing two birds with one stone, she told the bartender which tab to put your drink on: “Hwang Soyoon —”

“Someak, please.”

“— but naekko works, too.”

It might’ve been the cheesiest line you’d ever heard, but goddamn, was it effective. You accepted your drink with a quick bow of your head, then even more quickly, you took a swig to calm the heat threatening to burn through your cheeks. Once the butterflies in your stomach were sufficiently drowned in alcohol, you set your glass back down on a coaster and picked up Soyoon’s hand in its place.

“You this smooth on the dance floor?” you asked as you tilted your head in the direction of your destination.

In lieu of a verbal response, she got to her feet and, with another smirk, she helped you to yours.

Two drinks and no small amount of shameless, wholly observable flirting later, you and your prize stumbled off the dance floor to reclaim your seats at the bar. Soyoon’s arm likely would’ve remained draped around your shoulders whether your heels hurt or not; but you had no qualms about playing it up, playing right into her hands.

Tragically, with you deposited safely on a bar stool, Soyoon’s hands slipped away — but not before her fingertips slid slowly down the length of your spine, leaving you to tingle hopelessly in her wake. Oh, for fuck’s sake, was it really that easy to get to you?

She ducked down and came in close so you could hear her over the music. “I’m headed for the restroom,” she said, “Don’t run away, yeah?”

Eyes wide and twinkling, you nodded obediently — albeit more enthusiastically than you wanted to let on — and you felt a small crack form in your nonchalant façade. Never were much good with a poker face, huh? Unable to cover it, the corners of your mouth automatically curved downward as she turned away. They didn’t stay there for long.

Several meters away, now unobstructed without Soyoon in front of you, stood Park Jimin. To put it mildly, he was incensed, angst radiating off of him like a smoke signal. His stony gaze pinned you where you sat; and those eyes narrowed further, flashing a shade darker when you raised both middle fingers. They were near to black when you used those neatly manicured fingertips to push the corners of your mouth into a shit-eating grin.

“Smile, fucker!” You mouthed.

Jimin, now positively glowering, held up his own middle fingers in response. This time, he didn’t imitate your smug antics. The look on his face was a bullet, hitting you hard in the chest and causing your body to clench on instinct, and your stomach to flip with anticipation. Oh, you were going to get it for this.

So, you figured, why not push that thorn a little further into his side?

Without stopping to think twice, you rose again to your feet. God, these fucking heels. You swallowed down the pain emanating from the balls of your feet and strutted up to him like it didn’t ache to do so. Unfortunately, none of the heads you turned in the process would suffice.

By the time you were halfway to his small, circular table, Jimin had already looked away. Drink held up to his lips, he sipped and stared coolly off into the crowd. Like you weren’t there, like you weren’t worthy of ongoing attention.

Liar.

He continued looking everywhere else when you slipped in beside him — when you flicked your hair over your shoulder and grazed his in the process — when you failed to conceal the pout beginning to form on your face.

This motherfucker.

Even as you glared up at him, Jimin ignored you. With a huff, you crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight from one leg to the other.

You played this game with him constantly but in reverse, allowing him to feel like he was invisible, like you couldn’t be bothered to register his presence. With that ego of his, you knew it stung — and you knew exactly how childish it was to hate the taste of your own medicine.

“You know, it’s rude to leer,” you breezed, “Worse, the optics are a bit… predatory, don’t you think? Weird, lone male shooting daggers at a couple of sapphics?”

He took another sip of his drink, set the glass down, and tilted his head to flutter his eyelashes at you. His tone was dripping in feigned innocence when he replied, “Would the optics be better if I left a pretty girl alone at a bar? What if I did it just to throw myself at someone else?”

You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend yourself, but you did; rushing headlong, right into the pitfall, “I didn’t leave anyone — she went to the restroom.”

Jimin smirked and nodded once over your shoulder, “Well, she’s back now.”

You quickly turned your head to see what he did: Soyoon rolling her eyes while you froze and Jimin waved at her with a frighteningly accurate imitation of friendliness. She was gone again in the blink of an eye, slipping off towards the door, before you could even dream of catching up to her.

Shit. Why were you like this?

“Poor baby,” he cooed with the world’s most patronizing frown. “Gonna pout some more?”

Already cutting your losses, you plastered on a saccharine smile, “Of course not.” Your fingertips whispered over his forearm as you leaned into his ear. With a voice that dripped dark and sweet like honey, you quoted him and watched his pupils blow, “I’m going to make you cry.”

Jimin grabbed his glass and tossed back the liquor that remained without flinching. Then, he leaned down, lips damn near touching your ear, and snapped, “Get your shit and meet me outside in ten minutes. If you’re late, you’re walking.”

You exhaled a laugh through your nose and raised an eyebrow, “Who said I wanted to leave with you?”

With how closely he was standing to you, Jimin had completely shielded you from the throng of people standing nearby. Cloaked in low light, his hand ducked under the hem of your dress so he could scrape his thumb nail over the spot he’d marked earlier with your own wetness.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he whispered darkly with eyes fixated on your mouth. He licked his lips, then emphasized each word: “Ten — minutes.”

Jimin disappeared and left you to stand there with a wildfire tearing through your insides. You waited until you knew he was gone to let go of the breath you’d unintentionally been holding, now a shaky gasp that died as soon as it hit the air.

It took you less than three minutes to race off to the green room and gather your coat, purse, and regrettably large makeup bag. Despite that fact, you made a point to stand a few meters from the club’s exit for what remained of your ten minutes. You stared down at your watch, still aflame, and watched the seconds tick by; smirking as you allowed one extra minute to slip away.

Eleven minutes after you’d parted ways, you slipped past Seokjin and out the back door to find Jimin leaning impatiently against his car with his arms crossed.

“Brave of you,” His tone was light, but his eyes were anything but. “You gonna be like this all night?”

You cocked your head to the side the way he’d done earlier. “I’m not sure what you mean, Park,” you said with your blinking eyes sweet enough to cause a cavity. “You gonna stand there, or are you gonna help me with these?”

He watched you raise your encumbered hands like your cosmetics were made of bricks, and let out a long-suffering groan. Jimin knew you were full of shit; you were the last person who ever needed — or wanted — his help. You were just an unmitigated pain in his ass, always. But he clearly had places to be and people to ruin, and your brattish behavior was once again interfering with well-laid plans.

When he crossed over to you, his footsteps kicked up a cloud of dirt that swirled in weak pirouettes around his ankles. In no time at all, he grabbed the bags you pretended to struggle with and carried them just as easily as you could’ve, if you deigned to lift a finger. He shot you a look that broadcasted: I’m only doing this to get your ass moving.

You giggled meanly as he dealt with your burden and sauntered off to the front seat of his SUV. It took a bit of effort to balance yourself on your fucking heels as you slid onto to leather, but you were immediately grateful to be off your feet again. Once you’d settled, you glanced down and realized how far the hem of your dress had shifted in the process.

In any other circumstance, you’d fix it, cover the dangerous expanse of your exposed, upper thigh. Now, though, you opted not to do a damn thing about it. Instead, you did what came naturally: you made it worse.

With a contented sigh, you kicked off your pumps and rested your feet on his dashboard, bare legs stretched out ahead until they crossed at the ankles. If your brother were here, he’d tell you that you were being rude; and in anyone else’s car, Seokjin would be right. Still, you knew it ate at Jimin whenever you did whatever improper thing you wanted.

You knew the way his cock twitched when he watched you not give a fuck; when you suckered him into doing menial tasks, like tucking your belongings into the backseat of his car. He’d never say so and you’d never ask, but there was no other explanation you could think of for why he gave in. Punctuating your thought, he slammed the back door and made his way to the driver’s seat.

Jimin slid into the spot next to you and immediately clocked the way the skirt of your dress had hitched up. He stared for a moment longer than he likely meant to, then his eyes trailed down your legs to find your bare feet resting on his dashboard.

“Were you raised by wolves?” He waved his hand at your legs with annoyance that only grew alongside your smirk. “Seriously, you’re a fucking animal.”

You let your head roll to your shoulder as you leaned over the center console. “Oh, you cut me, Park.” You teased and poked out your bottom lip out in a put-upon pout.

Adding injury to insult, you threw your hand up to your forehead in your best imitation of his usual theatrics — then, you let it drop. The back of your hand collided with his bicep as it fell; and it remained there long enough for him to reach out and grab it. His fingers encircled your wrist easily, doubling over and gripping hard.

“Be careful with that lip,” he warned in a thick voice dropped low, “Pout like that again, and I might bite it.”

You raised an eyebrow, silently daring him to try. To the contrary, Jimin let go of your wrist and pushed your hand off him so he could slide the key into the ignition. The engine sputtered without turning over, leaving you to wonder if it was going to start at all.

He scoffed, “See? Told you that if you weren’t here in ten minutes, you’d be walking.”

To both of your surprise, you exhaled a laugh — a genuine one, no less — at his little joke. It caught him off guard and caused him to chuckle, too, for just a moment before he stopped abruptly and muttered, “Shut up. I’m concentrating.”

“Like I’ve never heard you say that before.”

You rolled your eyes and then your neck to lean your head against the seat rest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shoot you an indignant look; but as usual, you ignored it. “Should I just leave then?”

When his exasperation briefly flickered over to confusion, you gestured out the window to a taxi parked nearby. If you ditched him now, you’d be home in five minutes instead of however long this was going to take.

“Patience,” Jimin growled as he wiggled the key and turned it again. “If you could — just once — stop bitching and wait —” The engine roared to life with one last turn of the key. “— you could wipe that miserable look off your face.”

You turned in your seat, genuinely offended, as he pulled out onto the street. “I look miserable?” You laughed hotly, “You look like a kicked puppy every time I see you.”

Jimin’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. “Did you ever think about the timing of that?” He fired back. “You think it’s a coincidence that I look like this whenever I’m confronted with that?”

He didn’t take his eyes off the road, but he did remove one hand to point it right at your face, which featured wild eyes and gritted teeth.

“I swear to God, it’s like you were designed in a lab somewhere for the sole purpose of sapping my will to live. How the fuck else does a person end up being this much of a nightmare?” Jimin was nearly shouting now. As his voice raised, so did your heart rate — so did your chest as you heaved forceful, angry breaths.

Though the heat of your seething bodies was starting to steam up the windows, you could still see the shadow of your tiny house approaching quickly from the middle distance. Throwing your arm out, you pointed to the driveway he was about to rocket past and snarled, “Fucking brake!”

Jimin begrudgingly did as you said. Your bodies both lurched forwards. Your seat belt gripped you the same way his arm had earlier, but when you crashed backwards, your back was flush to your seat instead of his chest. Just as suddenly as he’s braked, he whipped his car into your driveway and came dangerously close to your garage door before throwing the gear shift to park.

“You absolute fucking menace!” You smacked his bicep again, harder now, “Are you trying to forfeit my security deposit? Why don’t you just open my wallet a burn every won you find?”

With a grunt, you threw off your seat belt and let the end of it smack against the plastic molding as it returned to its resting place. He did the same, in the same manner you had, but went ahead to criticize you for your roughness.

“I only give a shit about the dents you’re so dead-set on making in my car,” Jimin spat. Turning abruptly to you, his hand darted out, dipped under your left leg, and prompted you to pull your feet down from his dashboard. “Your rental means dick to me.”

You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time that night as you slipped out of your seat, grabbed your heels, and slammed his passenger door shut behind you. Shoving your clenched fist into your coat pocket, you gripped your keys and pulled them out as if you were wielding a knife. Rage still simmering, you stomped barefoot up to your doorstep just to fumble with the lock on your front door.

As you struggled, the key slipped from your fingers and clattered down against the concrete patch below. That pin dropped from the grenade and exploded through the quiet. As you stared down dejectedly at it, your tiny growl came out like a whine.

Before you could snatch it off the ground, Jimin swooped in. “Give it here, crybaby,” he said while shooting you an exasperated look. With ease, he jammed the key into the lock, turned it, and shoved the door open.

The inner doorknob smashed against the wall of your foyer, and you rounded on him immediately. Jimin raised one finger in your face, and it stopped your shout before it could fly out at him. He stared straight ahead of him, positively seething, “If you mention your security deposit again, I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”

Beyond fed up, you huffed once more and stomped off over the threshold. You didn’t give a shit if he followed you.

As you tore down the hallway to your bedroom, you didn’t bother switching on any of the lights you passed. You were too busy throwing down your shoes and wrestling out of your jacket; leaving a trail of outerwear behind you as you went. Entirely incapable of caring that you’d created an obstacle course for the boy mere steps away.

Jimin staggered along after you, dodging the various items of clothing you’d left scattered across the hardwood. His jacket and shoes clattered to the ground on top of yours, thudding heavy like his pulse in his ears. Twin tornados as usual, you left a path of total destruction in your wake — every single time.

When he finally reached your bedroom, Jimin was panting. You were sitting and seething on the edge of your bed, trying desperately — and failing — to reach the zipper on the back of your dress. True to form, he leaned against the wall and watched you with quiet amusement but offered no aid.

Truthfully, he liked the idea of you wearing that stupid little number while he fucked you; he’d been marinating in that little fantasy all night. Unlike every other person in that club, Jimin didn’t have to imagine the curve of your ass underneath that red satin. He didn’t have to dream about kissing at your thighs the way the edge of that fabric did when you danced, or sunk down onto a bar stool and crossed one leg over the other.

No, Jimin had no quarrel with that dress — he felt equal to it, rather than robbed by it. He’d been everywhere it had and then some, a million times or more.

As he watched your frustration build, he wondered if you’d give up soon. His dick was swelling uncomfortably against his chinos, and he was beginning to lose his already limited patience. So, apparently, were you. Reaching behind your back, you gripped the sides of your dress in both fists and pulled — hard. You gasped as if it’d hurt you, but Jimin knew it would take much more than that.

There was the unmistakable sound of plastic breaking, and then the familiar look of triumph on your face as you stood. Your dress slipped off you like water and dropped dead in a pool of red at your feet. The mangled zipper was somehow still attached, but its teeth had been pried open. Jimin tried not to look impressed — your ever-present ego didn’t need to be bolstered.

You stepped out of the halo around your ankles and kicked it carelessly aside, vowing silently to replace the zipper tomorrow. You lifted your head, breathing hard, and locked eyes with Jimin. The sight of him standing there, doing fuck all, forced an indignant groan out of your parted lips.

“Why —” You hissed, “Are you still dressed?”

Jimin shrugged noncommittally, knowing full well it would enrage you. “Figured you had a knack for zippers,” He murmured innocently, “Was thinking you could handle mine.”

He was goading you, and you knew it, and you still took the bait. He wanted your animalistic hands clawing desperately at him, and to an extent, he’d get them. But he should have been more careful with what he wished for because he wasn’t ready for you.

You closed the distance between you and pushed the center of his chest — not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for the unexpected force to knock his head back against the wall. You were on one tonight, and for once, he didn’t bite back at you. The look in his eyes admitted that he enjoyed this side of you; that he wanted to see what came of it.

You wasted no time dropping to your knees in front of him and flicking open his belt buckle. Once you had proper access, nimble fingers undid the top button of his slacks, exposing his zipper. You were half-tempted to rip it the way you’d ripped your own — to teach him a lesson — but you didn’t. You inhaled slowly, and exhaled more so.

As sluggishly as you could, you tugged the zipper down. Your knuckle brushed against the side of his cock as it pressed eagerly against the fabric of his trousers and underlying boxer briefs; it twitched at the brief contact. Even more slowly, you slid your fingers through belt loops on either side of his hips and tugged. With the pressure of his pants alleviated, you heard him sigh softly overhead.

It was so stupidly easy to get him hard like this. And on the off chance it wasn’t this easy for everyone, you were an expert at making him like this. You leaned towards the tip, and as you did, you looked up at him from under your lashes. His cock jerked in response, begging for attention you were still refusing to pay it.

You had him, hook, line, and sinker.

Without breaking eye contact, you let your tongue slide out from between your lips. As chastely as a thing like it could be done, you ran it over the tip of his clothed cock, fabric already dampened by pre-cum before your saliva could stain it.

“Fucking touch it already,” Jimin snarled from above you.

You smirked, bumping your chin against the side of him but childishly refusing to put your mouth back on him.

“You begging, Park? Is that what that was?” You pressed up higher on your knees so that his length rested against the center of your throat. If your hypothesis panned out, the vibration of your voice alone might kill him. “If you’re going to beg, you should use your manners.”

He groaned exactly as you predicted he would, letting his eyes screw shut — half blissed, half vexed. With them still closed, his hand reached out and carded gently through the hair at the crown of your head; uncharacteristically soft until he grabbed a handful. The sting at your scalp caused your eyes to water, and your head to tilt back.

Now with half-lidded eyes, Jimin watched the column of your exposed throat bob as he used his free hand to push down the waistband of his briefs — the last barrier between his cock and your mouth. He wanted you full of him if that’s what it took to finally shut you up.

Your index finger traced the vein running along the underside of his length, dragged out another involuntary twitch that burned him up inside. You then switched to your thumb as you went gliding back the way you’d come, and when you finally reached the base of him, your hand teased his balls. Left without words to hurl at you, all Jimin could do was swallow a groan and grip your soft strands tighter.

It was a drag-out fight to keep his eyes open, but he had to if he wanted to watch you kneel in front of him as if you were praying. So perfectly obscene; he’d die a thousand times before you finally took him in your mouth.

You spat in the palm of your hand — unexpectedly crude for a princess like you — and then you began working the length of his dick with alternating pressure. As your small, soft hand pumped him, your mouth surprised him. When you enveloped one of his balls with your mouth, he keened and allowed his eyes to flutter shut again.

As far as Jimin was concerned, there was one use for that bratty mouth, and this was it.

After too few moments massaging his balls with your mouth, you tragically pulled back. The interruption in contact caused him to crack his eyes open and peer desperately back down at you. Under a curtain of dark lashes, your gaze rose to meet his — and then, without warning, you spat directly on his cock. Involuntarily, Jimin’s mouth dropped open and stayed that way as he watched the trail of saliva connect your bottom lip to him.

Oh, fuck you.

Your tongue swirled expertly over his tip while your hand worked over the base of his cock. Try as you might, you’d never fit all of him in your mouth at once — at least, you were sure Jimin assumed so. You hallowed out your cheeks and bobbed your head along as you took more and more of him; earning shuddered moans as you did.

Every now and then, he’d pull at your hair and roll his hips forward, fuck himself a little further into your mouth. You’d feign a whimper as if he was pushing you to your limit, and you let him think so. The sick sound of you pretending to struggle was dragging him close to the edge, but Jimin had no idea what his undoing would truly be:

Smirking to yourself, you wrapped your hands around the back of his thighs to anchor yourself. Undoubtedly confused, you felt him tense in the moment before you pushed further, further, further. Blinking away tears, you noted the way his eyes sparked when his tip slid past your soft palate and touched the back of your throat. They screwed shut as soon you caught him staring and swallowed.

“Ohh, fuck!”

The words sputtered out of Jimin’s mouth the same way his cum shot down the back of your throat. Tensed fingers twisted in your hair as his hips jerked helplessly against the heat of your wide-open mouth. Unable to process any part of what you’d just done to him, he couldn’t seem to get any air in his lungs either — somehow, you’d broken his brain, and his body didn’t know what the fuck to do about it.

You pressed against the front of his thighs as you leaned away from him, eyes still locked. Then, you lifted the back of your hand to your mouth — twisted in some devilish grin — and wiped the spit that had dribbled down your chin.

You little fucking demon.

Jimin hated it when you finished him off during the first round; and you knew it. It infuriated him to no end when you spent him like that — right out of the gate — because he’d have to wait to retaliate. You were well aware of that fact, too. Goddamn menace.

As blissed out as he was with his cock shoved down your throat, he was bubbling over with exasperation in the aftermath. “What the fuck was that?” He panted.

Jimin had so many questions, but he wouldn’t ask you anything further. Who does that? Who planted that idea in your head? Who had you been practicing on, and why hadn’t it been him?

The impish glint in your eyes didn’t dissipate when you shrugged noncommittally — just as he’d done to you, mere minutes before you’d successfully scrambled his brains. Because there was nothing you loved more than weaponizing his own words against him, you sighed with a frown, “Was thinking you could handle me. Nobody busts that fast, though. D’you think you should see a specialist about that?”

Instant gratification came when his arms hooked under your arms and lifted you abruptly from your feet to your knees. So, maybe there was one thing you loved more than firing his bullshit back at him. You tried not to let the excitement show on your face when he spun you around, left you staring down at your bed while you dripped with anticipation.

“Shut your mouth,” Jimin demanded while he took your arms hostage behind you. Evidence of his returning arousal was pressed flush against the small of your back, stoking the fire building in your core. “And lay down on your stomach.”

For once, you did what he said without putting up a fight. Despite the scowl on your face, there was a hurricane inside you that left your mind dizzy, and your panties soaked. Falling into place atop your duvet, you stretched your arms up and under the coolness of your pillows with a sigh. The soft fabric against your cheek and naked chest nearly had you in a trance.

It was a hard slap on your ass that brought you back to the present moment; and ravenous hands tugging down your underwear that kept you there. Your pleasured cries filled every space between his words and his swift smacks, but they went ignored; dead and buried in the fibers of your bedding.

“Why is it —” His warm palm collided with your doughy flesh again and you whimpered, though you tried to swallow it. “— that you look your best — ” He kept his hand still to dull the sting, only to dig blunt fingertips into your ass cheek. “— with your face buried in your pillows?”

You turned to putty in his hands every time he played so roughly with your skin, left little keepsakes behind to remind you where he’d been. If you hadn’t encouraged him to mark you, you suspected he wouldn’t. To his credit, Jimin was much gentler before you stopped letting him be; and as time passed — to your surprise — turning you on seemed to factor heavily into his own arousal.

Not inclined to waste any more time, he leaned over your reddened, stinging backside and grabbed the hands you’d stowed away under your pillows. Though he took care not to ring out your shoulders, he nipped cruelly at one with his teeth as he encircled your wrists with his fingers and jerked them down behind your back. He held them in place with his left hand and brought his right hand expectantly to your mouth.

Jimin didn’t have to say a word for you to hear him, loud and clear. You spit into his hand and, within seconds and without speaking, he pulled away again. In your peripheral vision, you watched in a daze as he pumped his fist back and forth to spread your saliva down his length, rolling his wrist as he worked the tip, bottom lip clenched between his teeth.

Selfishly, albeit predictably, he was more fixated on himself than you – and it drove you mad. You knew better, but you still interjected: “If you’re not going to fuck me, can you get out of my house?”

“Really sealed your fate with that one,” Jimin laughed dryly before smacking his hand down on your ass. As he gripped, he spread your cheeks apart, though his knees on either side of your legs kept you from moving. “Remember to say boksunga when you can no longer handle the consequences of your own actions.”

With that brief reference to your safe word — the one neither of you had used since it was chosen several months ago — he lined himself up at your spit-slicked entrance. The feeling of his tip at your slit caused you to swallow hard; and knowing what was coming next made your stomach flip. Your lips parted in the anticipation of a gasp.

The pressure of him driving himself into you — slowly and conscientiously, but to the hilt, nonetheless — was all but blinding. You needed him to move for you to acclimate to his size, but he stayed torturously still, leaving your shocked walls struggling to adjust. With your legs pinned together the way they were, you felt every vein, every slight curve — but what you still didn’t feel was movement.

“Move, Park,” you hissed through gritted teeth. The stretch brought on by his girth threatened to split you clean in half, no matter how many times he’d entered you before. It was difficult to breathe apart from gasping.

He responded in your own words, mocking the tone you’d taken with him not ten minutes earlier. “Are you begging? If you’re going to beg, you should really use your manners.”

“P-Park, I swear to God —”

He leaned down to your ear and somehow — though you’d have thought it impossible — his cock buried deeper inside of you. One wrong move, and you could kiss your cervix goodbye. In every way that mattered, you were trapped.

“There’s gotta be a please rolling around in that space between your ears,” He teased in a low voice that broke you.

Your swallowed pride burned on its way down. “Please,” you begged, “Please move. I need you to move.”

Satisfied that he’d snuffed out the fight in you, Jimin acquiesced. As he pulled away from your ear, he rolled back — tantalizing but, as you quickly learned, a false front. He pushed back in just as deeply as the first time without ever pulling out completely. The curve of his cock ground against your g-spot; the hands gripping hard at your captured wrists did nothing to stabilize you as you shuddered.

“Is that all it takes to make you go quiet?” His laugh struck harder than his hips did when they snapped forward. “Shit — if that’s the case, then why do I ever stop fucking you?”

Every time his pelvis collided with the flesh of your ass, the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the electrified air of your bedroom. It was all unholy, but still, you begged God that he’d never stop. He was wrong, though – you were anything but quiet.

To the contrary, you were on the brink of babbling as your cunt gushed around him. With each thrust into your wet heat, Jimin shook another useless thought loose; sent you out of your mind over him.

You’d devolved into a muttering fool by the time your orgasm crept up from the pit of your stomach. When it finally crashed over you, you sensed that it was compensating for the one you’d been denied earlier. Every sensation seemed doubled, and twice as hard to fight.

You screamed as you came — a sound Jimin had never heard from you before — and he was entirely unprepared for it. You came undone around him with a half-sob and forced his release in tandem with yours, cunt squeezing him so tightly that his vision started to blur.

And when the firefight was over, you were both silent. Fucked stupid, neither of you were capable of speech, let alone critical thought.

It was funny, you thought as you re-entered the Earth’s atmosphere, that the only peace you’d ever known with Jimin came immediately after you did.

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The Mighty Fall

Molly's Tale as told by @snows-blog-of-fiction

Heaux Tales of Jack Harlow

Nothing in life is ever easy, is it? It reels you in, gets you all excited for the end result, and just when things are *really* starting to get good, it’s snatched out of your reach, like a toy on the top shelf. I, for one, should have taken better caution. I should have known the perfect relationship with the hottest new rapper in the game - all six-foot-three of a curly-haired, freckled, blue-eyed Southern gentleman who had a smile to light even the darkest days - would eventually come to a screeching halt. I just didn’t realize it would take six months to do so. 

*Come Home The Kids Miss You* has been released. I was at the release party, ready to interview Jack for my media journalism final. I had to impress. I had to make sure the questions weren’t repetitive from every other interview. And most importantly, I had to look my very best. I don’t get starstruck, let alone have celebrity crushes. But something about him was extremely magnetic. Was it the looks? The flirty vibes? Or maybe it was the mystery. 

For as big as he was, he sure did hide a lot. “Right this way,” his manager, Neelam, led me to the VIP room. As we passed the invitees, I couldn’t help but take in their expressions of shock and envy, as if they were all thinking the same thing: “why is *she* VIP and not me?” One woman’s glance captured my attention. It was a mix of concern and pity, like she knew something I didn’t. Opening the doors of the VIP room, my heart caught in my throat as I gazed at the man who would eventually destroy my life. He wore all black, complete with sunglasses, which were removed upon my entry, and a toothpick hanging out of his mouth. 

The table in front of him had bottles of Sprite and Pellegrino, and the entire room smelled of cologne with a hint of weed. 

This is where innocent girls come to die

 “Evening, Mr. Harlow,” I extended my hand for a shake, and he accepted it

. “Call me Jack,” he grinned widely. “Or call me yours. Whichever you’d prefer.” 

Goddamn, those eyes

 Even if I looked away, I could feel them on me. I cleared my throat, maintaining my composure. I wasn’t going to fold that easily.

 “Do you try that pickup line on everyone?” 

“Only the very special ones,” he murmured lustily.

 Was that a wink?

“This is an interview, not a date.” 

“Well, we better make the interview quick, then. And if we’re both lucky, we can still make a date happen.” 

That’s where I folded like a damn lawn chair. To be frank, I’m not sure if the interview even happened. Everything was such a blur. Each time he’d open his mouth, I just fell deeper, like he had physically cast a trance that caused me to stutter and stumble. 

Who am I? Why am I falling so easily? Why can’t I snap out of it? 

But even so, I wasn’t about to complain about the night taking a turn. He ditched his own party to take me for a drive. Normally I’d have 911 on speed dial if a man I barely knew was driving us to the parking lot of an abandoned store, but him… I trusted him. I trusted him enough to consent to us fucking in his backseat. 

My first time

He drove me back to my apartment a while after we talked and got to know each other, and handed me a slip of paper on my way out. “Call me, Molly,” he blew me a kiss as I stood in disbelief.

 The couple of months that followed were nothing short of a whirlwind. He was here, there, and everywhere but Louisville, as he was filming White Men Can’t Jump and doing international festival appearances. Still, he made sure to call and FaceTime me every day. Our relationship was blooming, but I couldn’t tell anybody, as a requirement of the NDA. Even when he invited me to go on tour with him that fall, I couldn’t talk about it. But I couldn’t say no. And then we went to Europe. If this man was inviting me to Europe, for a whole damn month, then we were secure. It was all going the way it was supposed to. Until the day after the tour had wrapped.

It was 8:30 am, and I awoke before him. Normally I’d get straight up to begin my morning routine, but today, I was in no rush. We’d been going and going for the whole month - the past several months, really - and today was our “us” day before we were set to fly home.

We had a dinner reservation that evening, after a day of sightseeing and shopping. He did owe me a new Prada bag, too. But something in my head was bothering me. I wanted to brush it off as me just overthinking like I tended to do, but it seemed like more than just that. Something in my gut had convinced me that this day was going to start and end horrifically, and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. It had all been going according to plan, but I guess the Good Lord always has a bigger plan. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of Jack stirring awake. He rolled over and placed a cold hand on my thigh, making me jump a little. 

“Morning, baby,” he rasped. God, his morning voice was enough to make my knees buckle. Enough to get me wet, as if we hadn’t fucked four damn times in a row the night before.

 “Morning,” I held his hand. 

“Why are you so cold?” 

“It’s chilly in here,” he wrapped himself around my legs, closing his eyes again. 

“That’s cause you only ever sleep in a tank top,” I giggled. 

“Maybe if you had another layer, you wouldn’t be so damn freezing.” His only response was a couple of snores, before he jerked himself awake again. 

“Were you saying something?” 

“Boy,” I laughed out loud, and he did, too.

 “Why don’t you get in the shower? That might wake you up.” 

“Mmmph, can’t I just stay here?” his eyes were threatening to close again.

 “Well, you could, but you also smell. Go wash up, baby.” 

“Fiiine.” He grabbed a pair of boxers and sweats before heading into the bathroom, as I flipped on the TV, trying to find something mindless to play in the background while I checked social media. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jack’s phone light up, and my curiosity got the best of me as I read what text he had received. 

Xiomara ❤️‍🔥🤞🏻: “Good morning on your end babyyy I’ll see you soon 😘” 

*Excuse the fuck out of me?* I already knew his passcode, so I typed it in to do a little digging. Come to find out, this Xiomara woman was his fucking wife. The mother of his children. And clearly not an important asset to him considering she’d been so hidden from everyone who interviewed and interacted with him at all.

 Digging a little deeper, I discovered even more gut-punches. Not only was he married with children and failed to tell me, but I was also the side bitch to Vanessa, Grace, Alyssa, Jessica, Mariah, Brie, Gabrielle, Tahira, Noelle… the names just kept coming. Each of them saying the same thing.

 “Can’t wait to see you soon pookie 😋” 

“When are you coming back? I miss your dick.” 

“Love you! Text me when you wake up!” 

And he’d send them all the same response: “You n me forever baby. Love u. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥” 

This motherfucker… I allowed myself to be heated for one more minute before taking some deep breaths, then screenshotting the messages like crazy. Once I captured what I needed, I sent the photos from his phone to my phone, where I then saved each one in a private folder. I heard Jack step out of the shower, so I went back and deleted the screenshots from his camera roll. He didn’t like anyone but himself touching his phone, and besides, I had all the evidence I needed to do the next step. He emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his hips, but this time I wasn’t mesmerized by the sight of his dripping wet abs. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he noticed my solemn expression.

 First of all, I’m not your damn baby, so jot that down.

 “I just got a call from work.” “They know you’re still on PTO, right?”

“Yeah, but…” I faked a catch in my throat. 

“They need me to come back early. Turns out they fucked up and didn’t realize my time off was supposed to end yesterday.” 

“Oh, damn. Seriously?” 

By his tone, he knew I was plotting something, but he didn’t say anything.

“Yes. They said I’m not in trouble, but I just need to get back to Louisville right away.” I got up and started packing a bag. 

“I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t want it to end like this.”

 Double meaning.

“Don’t be sorry, babe,” he said. “You just pack your bags, and I’ll drive you to the airport. But don’t worry, I’ll be back on Saturday and we can pick up where we left off.”

 Don’t count on it.

“Thanks for understanding.” 

As we piled into the car Jack rented, I pulled out my phone from the passenger seat and got right back to work. I loaded up the screenshots I had saved, then sent a message to both Deuxmoi and TMZ. 

”This may be hard to believe, but I’m Jack Harlow’s girlfriend. Or, at least, I assumed I was. Come to find out, however, I’m just one of many side pieces he likes to drag around and rap about, as I’ll show you here. We all know he’s a private man, but does he have to be so private that he hides away a literal wife and children? Ladies, beware, for nothing can ever be what it seems.”

 Send.

 “Here we are,” Jack announced once we pulled up to the gate. 

“Want me to wait with you inside?” 

“No, I’ll be okay,” I smiled half-heartedly. 

“I’ll text you when I’m back in the states.” 

“Fly safe,” he leaned in for a kiss. 

“I love you.” The most sour kiss I’d ever tasted from that man’s lips.

It didn’t take long for my little message to make its rounds. I’d only been in the airport for less than an hour when I got one last text from Jack: 

“What the fuck did you do?” 

Deuxmoi had a new post on their story. 

TMZ had published an entire article.

 Stan Twitter was going off the rails. 

#JackHarlowIsOverParty was the biggest trending topic worldwide.

 “What needed to be done. Bye now!” As my flight was called to board, I blocked his number. I sat waiting for takeoff and blocked his Instagram and Twitter. The flight crew gave their safety instructions and I muted his music on Spotify and deleted all traces of him on my phone. The plane rose into the air, and I settled back into my seat with no remorse, feeling sorry for all the girls he made those empty promises to. 

So fatal. So tragic. And oh, so preventable. 

Didn’t anyone tell his actions have consequences?

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[f1goat]

into it x lando norris + part one

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

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You don’t know if you have ever met anyone who’s more annoying then Lando Norris. To be honest, you’re pretty sure that you didn’t. You can safely say that you have never met a more annoying person then him. There’s no one else that can frustrate you this much by being in the same room as you. He’s the most frustrating, childish and annoying person that you have ever met. Nobody will ever beat him probably. 

It’s always about him. Whenever he walks into a room, he needs all the attention. He always talks about the girls that he fucked in the weekend or on the week days. Everyone needs to hear all about his fuck boy stories. He expects every girl to fall for him. Whenever he walks into a room, you can already see him searching for a potential fuck. It’s the absolute worst. He’s the absolute worst. 

Even now. Your brother just won the first race of the formula one season. If it’s up to you, your brother is the man of the evening. He should have the chance to tell everyone about his race. He deserves the attention. Apparently Lando thinks different about that. Since the boy walked in to the room, he keeps on talking about his own race and about the girl he met after it. Did he even congratulate your brother? 

You really don’t understand why your brother is friends with him. You find yourself wishing very often that they weren’t friends. If that wish only came true. 

“Hey babygirl.”

Another reason that you dislike - or actually hate, him. You don’t even need to look up to see who’s talking to you. Something that’s quite hard in a room with this much people. Only he calls you babygirl. If you will ever get a boyfriend he can never nickname you babygirl. It’s ruined. Another thing ruined by Lando. 

You do look up to him after a bit of waiting. What does he want this time? He knows that you don’t like him, it’s hard to miss. Before you can ask him what he wants or tell him he needs to get lost, your brother jumps in the starting conversation. 

“I hate that nickname you got for her,” Charles tells Lando. 

“Me too,” you add. 

“Don’t lie babygirl,” Lando teases you further. 

You know he’s teasing you to get a reaction. He always does. And stupidly, you bite all the time. Something about him triggers everything in you. You let out a big sigh. 

This was suppose to be a fun night out. Celebrating your brothers win with a nice club night. Of course you knew beforehand that Lando was also coming, but you hoped that you could ignore him. Something that failed once again. 

You don’t respond to Lando, but you do send a gaze of annoyance towards Charles. You have asked him multiple times why he’s friends with Lando, but you still don’t understand his reasons. According to Charles, Lando is a nice friend. One of his best friends even. You don’t get that. How can anyone like him be a good friend? 

Charles told you once that Lando behaves a bit different when you’re around. You told Charles that he’s probably more annoying when you are around. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Lando asks you. 

“I can get myself a drink,” you tell Lando annoyed. As if you would let him get a drink for you. 

“Ah, bring me a Sprite then as well,” Lando responds with a teasing smile.

“No drinking?” Charles asks Lando. You almost forgot that your brother was also standing with you and Lando. 

“No, I’m driving tonight,” Lando explains, “If you want I can bring you and Y/N back to the hotel later.”

“That’s great!” Charles exclaims enthusiastic. 

“No it’s not, he will probably find a girl to spend the night with and ditch us,” you remark annoyed.

“Jealous?” Lando quickly asks you. 

“In your dreams,” you bite back. 

“In your dreams we’re probably fucking,” Lando is quick to reply to you. 

Before you can respond Charles gives Lando a playful smack at the back of his head. “A bit too far mate,” Charles tells Lando. You sent a thankful smile to your brother. Lando keeps quiet. You decide to walk away from the two boys to get yourself a drink. 

After getting your drink, you decide to go over somewhere else in the club. You aren’t in the mood for another encounter with Lando. He has annoyed you more then enough for tonight. You spend the rest of your night talking and dancing with Pierre Gasly.

Pierre has always been a friend of Charles. You haven’t seen him for awhile now, but you know the contact between him and your brother is low at the moment. Maybe Pierre also doesn’t like his new friendship with Lando? Pierre spins you around while dancing with you. While spinning around in the club you notice a pair of eyes on you. It’s probably a coincidence, it can’t be that Lando his angry gaze is meant for you or for Pierre. 

You ignore Lando for the rest of the evening. He is probably annoyed that he isn’t annoying you right now. Since that seems the thing he lives for lately. 

The night is going by quickly, you are having fun with Pierre. When Lando taps you onto your shoulder, you barely notice it at first. He yells your name into your ear to get your attention. Surprised you look at him, where did he come from? You notice that Charles is standing next to him. It’s hard to miss the drunk state of your brother. 

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Lando tells you. He looks annoyed at you. You’re surprised that he’s actually bringing you back to the hotel. It’s probably not because of Charles, your brother is probably even drunk enough to forget his own name right now. Maybe Lando is annoyed because he made the promise to bring Charles and you home? Maybe he wanted to stay longer. Well, he’s not the only one who wanted that. You nod towards Lando, “Give me a minute.”

“I’m going back to the hotel Pierre, see you soon?” You say your goodbye to Pierre. 

Pierre says goodbye to you as well. He presses a small kiss against your cheek. Is that Lando scoffing on the background? You turn around to look at him, but he ignores you. It seems like he is busy sending annoyed looks at Pierre. 

You softly tap Lando at his arm. His annoyed gaze is broken when he looks over at you. He notices that you’re ready to go. Without saying anything towards Pierre, he takes your hand and walks in the direction of the exit. You try to let him drop your hand, but Lando doesn’t budge. 

At one point Lando turns around a bit annoyed. You’re still trying to get your hand free again. Lando stops walking, you almost walk into him. Why is he stopping? Charles is still walking in front of you two, he hasn’t noticed that you and Lando stopped walking behind him. He’s probably in his own drunken world right now.

“Stop being so annoying,” Lando tells you. 

“You’re being annoying,” you exclaim frustrated, “just drop my hand.”

“So that I can lose you behind me and go back searching for you? I’m not in the mood to wait for you again because some bloke is trying to talk to you,” Lando scoffs annoyed. 

You let out an annoyed sigh, but you don’t talk back to Lando. He has a point. With Lando holding your hand, you can pass everyone quickly. Everyone moves aside for the formula one driver, you can just follow him. When you would walk for yourself without him pulling you with him, it will probably take you a lot longer to reach the club exit. 

A few minutes later you are sitting in the backseat of Lando his rented car. You’re kinda surprised that there isn’t another girl joining you on the backseat. Isn’t Lando bringing a girl back to the hotel? 

You don’t engage in the conversation between your brother and Lando. Charles is drunk, he keeps repeating the same things to Lando. He keeps on talking about this being his season, but it will also be the season of Lando his first win. 

You’ve noticed it before. Lando is very keen on winning soon. Of course, every formula one drivers wants to win every race. But lately Lando has been obsessed with it. He still has a year or two more with McLaren, but after around five seasons he still hasn’t gotten his first win. You know that he is doubting about his future. This will be the season that he needs to make a choice about his future. He told Charles many times. You were just unlucky enough to be around at the time of all those conversations. 

“You will win this season Lando, I feel it!” Your brother exclaims loudly. 

“I don’t know Charles,” Lando tells your brother, “I don’t want to get my hopes up high.”

You keep quiet, this is not a conversation for you to engage in. Instead of listening to Lando and Charles, you focus on the music that is playing in the car. You can say a lot of Lando, all bad things, but you can’t deny that the boy has a good music taste. Softly you tap along with the music. 

Charles fells quiet after a bit. There’s an uncomfortable silence hanging in the car. It’s pretty awkward. You don’t feel like talking to Lando or you drunk brother, but the silence is also pretty unbearable. 

“So, you and Pierre, huh?”

Apparently you and Lando are talking now. Great. Great subject too. 

“Just friends,” you tell Lando. 

“Ah, I didn’t knew friends touched each other like that,” Lando is quick to respond to you. 

“What are you saying?” You ask annoyed. 

“That you and Pierre were all over each other,” Lando replies, his tone is even more annoyed then yours. 

You are getting worked up now. What’s up with Lando? Why does he even care about you and Pierre. 

“Maybe if you focus more on racing instead of me and Pierre, so you can actually get that first win that you’re so desperate for,” you tell Lando angrily. 

When the words leave your mouth, you already know that you have taken it too far. Even your drunk brother is looking weirdly at you. Your remark was rude. It was low. Fuck. Lando deserved something back after talking you like that, but not something as mean as you just said. You made things way too personal. Fuck. 

Lando keeps silent. You are doubting about your next move. Should you say that you went too far and apologize? Or should you just keep quiet as well. You don’t know. Maybe if you don’t say anything, he will notice that you’re serious about him being annoying. Maybe he will even stop bothering you as much as he does. But still, you went too far with that remark. You should apologize for saying something that mean. 

Before you can make your decision, you’re already back at the hotel. Lando is helping Charles out of the car, while you stand still to wait for them. The three of you walk inside to hotel, quickly going to the elevator. 

When Charles and you are standing in the elevator, Lando keeps standing in front of it. 

“I’m taking the stairs,” he announces.

“All ten of them?” You ask surprised. 

Lando just nods. He doesn’t say anything else. You tell him a thank you for bringing you and Charles back to the hotel, but he doesn’t respond to that as well. You let out a sigh. You should apologize, right? 

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That night you can’t sleep. You’re lost in your thoughts about Lando his behavior. You have already decided that you need to apologize, but you don’t know when. Tomorrow Charles will probably be around all the time, you don’t want him to intervene. But when can you apologize? You think about sending Lando a text, but that seems a stupid idea. If you were so brave to say those words to his face, you should also apologize face to face. 

You: Are you still up?

The text you just send is making you anxious. Lando is quick to reply. 

Lando: Yes

You step out of your bed. Quickly you put on your leggings and a basic sweater. Without giving it another thought, you walk over to Lando his hotel room. You’re glad it’s on the same floor. Softly you knock on Lando his hotel door, “It’s me,” you say while doing so. 

Lando is quick to open the door for you. He takes a step outside, closing the door a bit when he does so. 

“What’s up?” Lando asks you. 

“I wanted to apologize,” you tell him honestly, “I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words earlier. It was rude and way too harsh.”

Lando doesn’t know what to say. 

“So I hope you accept my apology, I’ll let you get back to sleep now,” you say a bit awkward. 

“Not sleeping much tonight,” Lando tells you. 

You look at the almost closed hotel door behind him. It doesn’t take you long to make the connection. There’s probably a girl inside. He really is the worst. 

“I don’t want to hear about whatever girl is inside your hotel room,” you quickly say, you hear the upcoming annoyed tone in your voice. 

Lando swings the door back open. You don’t want to see her, but you also are way too curious to look away. You have never saw which kind of girls Lando took home with him. You always wondered what type it would be. Probably girls who just wanted a bit of his fame. Who else would have one night stands with him? When you look inside the hotel room, you notice that it’s empty. There’s no other girl. 

“Oh sorry,” you say a bit ashamed.

“I get it,” Lando sighs, “Goodnight Y/N.”

You tell him goodnight and turn around to walk back to your hotel room. It’s only when you’re standing in front of the closed door, you realize that you didn’t take your room key with you. Fuck. 

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[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 4 | The Morning After

The next eight hours were the most restless hours of Amanda’s life. Not only did she find herself restless while she slept, but she also found herself awake every hour just to check on the minuscule boy.

A million worries consumed her mind.

Was he breathing okay?

Was he asleep?

Did he need to eat more frequently than a normal human?

What even was he?

Sprite?

Fairy?

Figment of her imagination? She hadn’t quite ruled that one out yet.

Had he been abandoned? If so, was his size because of a condition, and that was why he was left alone?

Or was he lost?

Where was his family?

And were they looking for him?

Worried, Amanda would push herself up onto her elbow, reach over, uncover the small boy, and watch with baited breath to make sure he was breathing.

Looking at the boy, she was awed by his features. Everything was proportional and indistinguishable from that of a human. The way his nose scrunched as he rolled over to how his little hands curled up to grasp the blanket by his face. Beneath the bruises and the thinned features was a handsome little boy.

All Amanda could think was how could anyone just leave him behind. He had to have gotten lost or, much to her dismay, something might have happened to his parents for him to be in such a state.

Heart aching at the thought of someone leaving him or losing him, Amanda decided to get up out of bed and stop wallowing in her thoughts. They were keeping her awake and she needed to keep her mind preoccupied if she was going to stay focused for the rest of the day. Besides, there was no point in tossing and turning any more than what she was doing already. She shoved the sheets and comforters over and shuffled to the kitchen for her morning ritual.

She brewed her coffee in what felt like record time and washed her face in the kitchen sink since her toiletries hadn’t been unpacked just yet. Amanda padded through her new home and quietly gathered her things in the stillness of the morning including her laptop and her meager breakfast. She brought them into her room and curled back into her bed before she began typing away on a report she had neglected to complete the day before.

She pulled the box over at one point once she got settled and kept an eye on the sleeping boy, which lasted for maybe two hours before the toddler rousted himself. It was his cough followed by a subtle whimper that pulled Amanda’s focus to the little boy.

Seeing his tousled light sandy brown hair now sitting upright, free from grime and dirt, Amanda pushed her laptop away and looked down into the box. The boy reached up and rubbed his eyes with his tiny fists and yawned. Those soft brown eyes, now free of sleepers, gazed up at Amanda.

Perhaps it was because she was hyper focused on the little boy’s eyes, but Amanda thought she glimpsed confusion, sadness, and the slightest apprehension as he met her gaze.

“Hey there. Good morning,” said Amanda sweetly, keeping her voice down as she lowered her hand into the cardboard shoe box. “Did you sleep so good?”

The little boy surveyed his surroundings, whimpering and huffing as if he were about to start crying, before taking two deep breaths and looking up at Amanda and, for the first time, acknowledged her questions with a nod.

Her jaw dropped. It wasn’t just her imagination. She saw him nod. It was a conscious effort, which only fascinated her more about the thumb sized boy. His little eyes stayed focused on Amanda as she processed what she just witnessed. Then, realizing she was gawking, shook herself from her spiraling thoughts and smiled at the little boy.

“Yeah? You slept good?” she repeated, as if stuck in a loop. The little boy nodded again after stifling yet another yawn.

So, it wasn’t a fluke.

” Good! That’s so good. You’re so good,” encouraged Amanda. The boy glanced around and squirmed uncomfortably as he tugged at his waist. Amanda, not sure what he was doing, went through a quick mental checklist of what this gesture could mean and quickly realized what he was silently asking for. After all, grabbing by his hips and private areas could only really mean one thing.

“Do you need to go potty?” She asked, still painfully aware of the size difference between her and the hand sized boy. With a little nod, the boy expressed his need.

Amanda was mostly at a loss of how to help the little boy, but decided taking him to the bathroom would be best and, thankfully, the experience went off without a hitch. Evidently, the boy had been trained which, for Amanda, confirmed her suspicion that the minuscule boy was between three and five years old.

After washing up, which the little boy didn’t quite understand, she brought him to the kitchen and started making a very simple breakfast. He listened timidly to her instincts as he sat by the backsplash with his legs crossed in a little pretzel. Her mind was in a tizzy about what to give him but settled on toast and jam and then a little bit of apple slice for some fruit.

“Take little bites, okay?” Instructed Amanda as she pinched off just a little piece of toast for the boy, who nodded and began to eat.

The more Amanda thought about the boy and watched his movement, the more like a very small human child he seemed to become. He was too real to be some stress dream or hallucination.

Still, how could someone so small exist?

One thing was for certain – he needed to be looked after, and while Amanda wasn’t sure if she was ready to rise to the occasion, she was ready to try.

First things first was to get him checked out, and Amanda had just the person for the job. One of her friends from college was a pediatrician, meaning she would know more about what the little boy needed in order to get back to full health. Phone in hand, she debated only for a moment with herself about how her friend would react to seeing a boy no bigger than her index finger. It was the little boy’s soft cough that reinforced her resolve. Amanda sifted through her contacts, muttering how tech was so inconvenient nowadays, before clicking on the familiar name of her friend – Melissa Hargrove.

Amanda listened to the dial tone and, as luck would have it, Melissa picked up.

Must be on break to answer my call right off the bat. She never bothers with her phone when working. Amanda thought as her friend cleared her throat, as she always did, before answering.

“Hey there Mandy! Long time no call. How’ve you been girlfriend?” Amanda wasn’t quite sure how to answer that question. So many memories and emotions were up in the air mere days ago. All of those wicked words only made her heart twist. Thoughts beginning to overwhelm her, Amanda took a breath and glanced over at the minuscule boy whose soft brown eyes were on her, watching intently.

“Mandy?”

Choked up and focusing on the little boy’s eyes, Amanda nodded and forced out the words.

“Yeah, not the best. I… um…” she cleared her throat and wiped away some of the stinging salty tears from her eyes before summoning more words. “It’s been a while since I updated you. I… could you come over after work? I have a lot to catch you up on and… well… I’ve got a bit of a situation.”

“Situation? What? Are you pregnant?” asked Melissa.

“Mel? Please? It’s just simpler if you come over. I’ll text you the address, and bring your little t-go med kit if you can,” said Amanda.

“Wait, address? Not the old place? Mandy, what happened? You and Brandyn having trouble? And did you say med kit? I swear if this fool laid hands on you…”

“It’s not that. Mel, just…” Amanda interrupted, sighing with the weight of the world obviously entwined in her breath. At this, Melissa seemed to withdraw.

“Okay, but I’d better get a full explanation when I get there. I get off at five thirty. How long will this… you know what? Never mind. I’m rain checking it. I’ll be over pronto. Chat soon! Bye!” said Mel as she abruptly hung up. Amanda knew her friend would be on her way, though guilt did build in the back of her mind at the thought of Mel canceling her plans.

Why did this always happen? Why was she always inconveniencing others?

Amanda’s insides swirled with nausea, and she leaned heavily against the counter. Eyes closed, she took deep, choked breaths as the flood gates threatened to burst from emotional strain. Just as she felt herself spiraling, she felt something against her finger. It was an odd tapping followed by a brushing sensation.

Amanda opened her eyes and instantly felt her anxious emotions melt away as she saw the little boy standing by her hand. His infinitesimal hand was on hers, petting and stroking her finger as if to make her feel better. The concern in his altruistic brown gaze held the wisdom and empathy of someone much older than him. He continued repeating the motion until he paused just long enough to smile up at Amanda.

Biting her lip and awed at this tiny life offering her comfort, she returned the smile and let her tears fade.

“Thank you, sweetie. You’re so kind,” mumbled Amanda as she reached her other hand over and carefully inched it toward the little boy until she could rub his back with the tip of her finger. For a moment, he almost looked like he was going to shy away from her approaching finger, but he held his ground and even leaned into the touch. The little boy smiled bashfully before repeating his little patting and stroking motion.

When Amanda felt the tightness in her chest dissipating, she turned over her palm and offered it to the little boy.

“Want to go play?” she asked. The minuscule features furrowed in confusion.

Did he not know what playing was? Did he not know any games?

As Amanda wondered this, the little boy reached up and rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand as Amanda saw him give the biggest yawn he was capable of. It was probably the cutest thing she had ever seen in her life. She stifled a round of coos and rubbed his little back instead.

“That’s okay,” said Amanda. “We can snuggle instead. How about it? Want to sleep a little more?”

The boy nodded groggily and, after a hesitant moment, pulled himself onto Amanda’s hand and curled up by her fingers. Evidently, he still needed sleep and eating a little something had exhausted him. At least this was what Amanda hoped was going on.

She lifted the boy up and carried him back to her room where she informed her boss she needed to take a half-day due to a doctor’s appointment she forgot about and curled back into bed, laying the boy on her chest as she stayed propped up. Fingers resting over him to keep him from rolling off, Amanda watched as he curled up once more and fell back asleep. Hopefully, Mel would have some answers about this little guy. Amanda decided, until then, that resting her eyes with the boy wouldn’t be a bad idea.

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[murdocksdaughter]

Drinks And The Dance Floor — Pablo Gavi

a/n: i promised this yesterday and let’s pretend i did post this yesterday, yeah? cool.

warning: mentions of clubbing, drinking, and suggestive themes

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The club alive tonight, with music playing so loud you could feel the thumping of the beat in your chest. People danced passionately, cheered loudly, and drank like no tomorrow. y/n was enthralled by it all.

Watching from the booth in the corner she sipped her second vodka. She scanned the club enjoying the view of people losing themselves to the beat of the music. Highly entertained by the crowd of people she took another sip of her drink before having her gaze drift to the bar.

That’s when she saw him from across the club sitting at the bar, alone. The Pablo Gavi just alone at the club bar. This had to be a scene straight out of a rom-com. She had half a mind to just leave him alone, let him enjoy his night in peace. Watch him from afar.

But where’s the fun in that and she came here to have fun. And tipsy confidence started to take over.

This is the golden boy of FC Barcelona, one of her favorite youngsters of this generation. She could watch him from afar whenever she wanted to but the chance to even speak to him may never come again. Downing the last of her vodka sprite, a game plan formed in her head. She shook her shoulders a bit and made her way across the club to the bar, a small smirk forming on her lip.

She leaned back on the counter at the empty spot next to him, her arms propped on the counter holding her weight.

“Hi.” she greets him, her smirk becoming a sweet smile.

“Hey.” He replies back short.

She looked behind her at the bar then back to Gavi, “Are you-”, before she could finish her sentence he cut her off.

“Yes, I’m Pablo Gavi.” his voice became increasingly more distant. The girl could only laugh, smiling wider.

“Oh no I was going to ask if I could buy you a drink. But it’s quite a pleasure to meet you, Pablo Gavi.”

Gavi looked taken aback. Girls fawn over him, come up to squealing his name, then squealing again when he speaks to him. But she just laughed off his name. Treated him like a regular guy. It intrigued him to say the least.

Leaning back on his chair he finally met her gaze to find soft eyes and a coy smile draw her lips. Gavi noted her outfit first, dressed in a simple cropped shirt that rested right above her belly button with wide sleeves and flared jeans. It was a simple outfit but complemented her shape well. Paired with the dismissiveness of his name and the air of confidence around her. It was alluring.

“You want to buy me a drink? ¿Por qué?” Gavi asked with a raised eyebrow.

y/n shrugged her shoulders. “¿Por qué no? Gives me an excuse to talk to a pretty guy sitting by himself. You’d do the same with any girl, sí?” she replied, her tone laced with flirtatious intentions.

Gavi felt his face flush and thanked god the club lights obscured the color. She called him pretty and it made him flustered. He quickly composed himself.

“Well what can I get, hermosa?” he asked, smiling playfully matching her flirtiness.

“Whatever you want, my treat sweetheart.” she replied, pushing herself off the counter and making her way to the bartender. Gavi followed after quickly catching her pace.

“Hola amigo,” he called out to the bartender, waving him down slightly.

“Hi, what can I get you two?” the bartender asked, throwing a towel over his shoulder.

“I’d like a beer, por favor?” the bartender nodded then looked to y/n gesturing for her to order.

“For me I’d like a sangria and two shots of tequila, and also can you add it to this card?” She pulled out her credit card from the back pocket of her pants and handed it to the man.

The bartender nodded, taking the card and walking off to fulfill their order.

“Two tequila shots?” Gavi asked, leaning on the counter.

All the girl could do was shrug with a sheepish smile. “One for the both of us, it’ll be harmless fun. Then we can continue our night however we like.” Gavi laughed lightly with his boyish smile painting his lips.

“One shot won’t hurt anyone I suppose.” He responded, his fingers nervously toying with each other.

y/n noticed his nervous tick and offered her hand to him. Gavi grabbed her hand intertwining their fingers. The gesture was small and seemed subconsciously done, as if it was second nature for her to reach out and calm someone.

It gave him a sense of ease. Although he enjoys his nights out being just like any eighteen year old, all eyes on him outside of the pitch made his stomach turn and his heart clenched in anxious unrest. But y/n didn’t skip a beat in sensing his discomfort and offered silent assurance.

Gavi looked to their hands then up and into the sea of people surrounding them.

“So what do you do for work? When you said your name earlier it was as if I was supposed to know you?” y/n’s question pulled his attention back to her. It was hard not to giggle at herself and her small ploy.

“I play for the football club here, F.C Barcelona. I’m a midfielder,” Gavi replied. He shifted his weight and looked at his surroundings feeling a sense of awkwardness rise in his chest.

‘Does she even know what that means? God Gavi you sound so arrogant. Dios mios!’ he thought to himself.

“So…um..what– heh uh what do you do for work? Do you live here in Barcelona or…?” he asked, stumbling over his words. y/n stifled a laugh, rubbing her thumb along the back of his hand. She could tell he felt almost out of place at the moment and awkward.

“I’m here for a vacation but Barcelona is a gorgeous city. I’m enjoying my time here.” She replied and Gavi felt something sink in his chest. It was an odd sense of disappointment but he shook it off. He’s Pablo Gavi and this was just one girl. He’s talked to loads of girls, this one leaving at the end of the night never to be seen again won’t be the end of the world.

“A beer for you señor and for you señorita the sangria and the two tequila shots. Enjoy your night.” The bartender set down all the drinks and y/n’s credit card on the counter.

y/n grabbed her card and slipped it back into her pocket then grabbed her drinks. Gavi followed her actions and grabbed his beer and his shot of tequila. He raised his tequila shot up, “¡Salud!”

y/n raised her own up and touched it to Gavi’s “¡Salud!” she repeated cheerfully. Both down their shots quickly, y/n started coughing slightly due to the burn at the back of her throat.

Gavi giggled slightly, “Too strong?” he asked before sipping on his beer. She rolled her eyes playfully and waved him off.

“Don’t tease, tequila doesn’t go down easy all the time.” She replied, taking a large sip of her sangria. Gavi laughed again at her teasingly as he slipped an arm around her waist. y/n leaned into him, raising her eyebrow.

“That’s a bold move would you say Pablo,” she teased flirtatiously.

“No more than anything you’ve said to me,” he flirted back.

The two sipped on their drink and swayed together on the edges of the dance floor to the various songs that played loudly. They continued to talk, further acquainting themselves with each other. But tenison started to grow between them. The longer they spent in each other’s presence it became more than just simple flirtations.

Then the familiar melody of Shakira’s Chantaje started to play, despite being an older song people cheered when the song started. y/n looked to the dance floor before setting her drink down on the bar counter. She moved to slip out of his hold and moved to the dance floor.

“Where are you going?” Gavi grabbed her upper arm gent and leaned into her ear so she would hear his question clearly. y/n looked up at him with a playful smile.

“I’m going to dance,” She winked at him before slipping out into the crowd. Gavi watched her as made her way to the dance floor. The girl moved her body to the beat of music, her hands moving down the sides of her torso as she swayed her hips to the music.

Following the beat she lost herself to the song, subconsciously singing along to the lyrics. Gavi continued to watch her, his eyes traveling her body.

Then She turned her back to him, continuing to move her hips and move her hands up her body. Finishing off his beer he took a large sip throwing his head back then left the empty bottle on the counter. Gavi immediately made his way towards the dance floor.

As y/n turned around to face Gavi their gazes found one another. A coy smile painted her lips as she put a hand our beckoning Gavi to her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest.

“¿Por qué no bailamos juntos, hermosa?” He whispered against her jaw. His hands ghosted down her sides and rested on her hips.

y/n’s arms reached out to wrap around his neck. “Lovely idea, mi chico bonito.” she replied. Gavi smiled and started to follow the movements of her body. They danced together, their foreheads pressed together as and eyes looked at one another.

Gavi’s hands traveled back up body to her waist. He squeezed it as he leaned into the base of her neck to kiss it gently. y/n turned around his grasps and pressed her back against his chest. Her hips grinding back on him and head thrown back onto his shoulder. Eyes gazing into his and a coy smile drawn on her lips.

“Don’t play with me,” Gavi grumbled into her ear. She only laughed and brought up a hand to cup the back of his neck. Holding him closer to her body, his breath fanning on her neck.

y/n sooned closed her eyes and placed her free hand over his that was resting on her waist. They continued to dance with each other for a few more songs. Their bodies continue to grind against each other. Hand roaming each other’s bodies and whispering desperate flirtations.

Then y/n pulled away from Gavi’s grasp abruptly.

“Well it’s been a pleasure Pablo Gavi, but unfortunately I think it’s my time to go.” her hand dragged down his chest before she made her way through the crowd, disappearing from Gavi’s sight.

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2nd a/n: part 2 with smut maybe?? idk tell me if you y’all want one :)

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