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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos!

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there.

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?” Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-” Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink, and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end, your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

#Namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smut #bts au #kpop #kpop smut #kim namjoon x you

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ivarsshieldmaiden · 3 years

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Hi everybody!

This is going to be my first fic. I just started because I felt so bored at work. I don't know where its going. But maybe you like it and I start writing..

Just ignore my English, it got so bad over the last years :( just message me any mistakes!

Modern! Ivar x reader

Am I ready for real love?

You are in your mid-twenties, everyone around you has a girlfriend or a boyfriend.. expect you. This thing called love just sucks. You don't know why relationships existed. You had fun living on your own and doing what you want with whom you want.

Until now.. it just hit you. You where about to go to a festival in danmark with all of your coupled up friends. It felt strange somehow..having no-one on your side. Sitting alone on the bus, booking a single room..

Where did this feeling come from ?

"Is everything okay, y/n?" asked your friend Nina. " yeah sure. I just..I don't know, Nina. Its just you all got boyfriends and talk about your future lifes, about marrying and having children. Its just I think I don't fit in anymore."

"No,no,no - just because you've got no boyfriend doesn't mean you don't fit in anymore. Your one of my best friends. You know you can talk to me anytime. Maybe we should get you a hot dane at the festival. They're always good looking"

"Yeah maybe" you were so sad, it wasn't how you used to be. You just couldn't figure out why. Maybe you should try and look out for some real relationship.

"Come on y/n. Just unpack your things. We will meet at 3pm to get in the bus to the festival."

You were unpacking your things. Alone. Alone in your room. So much time for overthinking.

You got into the bus and everyone was cheering and already singing. With the alcohol your good mood came back and you joined them along.

The set up of the festival was incredible it looked so much better than you imagined. Colourful and a lot of little details that matched so good. The weather has already changed from rainy and foggy to sunny and so did your mood. You didn't want to destroy your festival-holiday by thinking about a potential boyfriend.

"Take that shot, drink it" said one of your friends. You all were pretty drunk already. You kept having fun and dancing.

"I need to pee, guys." you said. "Wait here for me,please." You don't know if this was a good idea. Would you ever find your friends again. But you were to drunk to care.

After returning from the toilet your friends were gone. "Fuck" you thought "what am I about to do know?"

Apparently you looked pretty confused because a stranger came up to you.

"Hej, whats up? Can I help you, you look pretty lost."

"Oh I, i dont know. I think I've lost my friends and I was thinking about what to do." You mumbled, a little shy because you already got lost in his ocean, oh so clearly, blue eyes.

"Um, maybe I could help you..if you want. I'm Ivar by the way." he said.

What?? What is going on? Think straight y/n. You're not going anywhere with a guy who just came up to you. But his eyes oh gosh and his shoulders and hands.

"Yeah that would be nice, I'm y/n" you said, a little bit comfier then before.

What did Nina say. Danes are always good looking. Oh she was so dann right with that.

You started walking around the whole festival-field. You tried to call your friends. But no sign. Nothing.

"Where are you from? You are not from danmark are you?" Ivar suddenly asked.

From all your daydreaming and searching you were a little bit shocked. "No, I'm not from danmark. But we are neighbours actually. I'm from Germany." you said.

You were so shy. It was his aura you thought. He made you shy. He was so handsome and his eyes. His eyes you were already drowning in them.

You were talking a bit about yourself and Ivar about himself. You were really getting along and felt some comfort.

Suddenly your phone was ringing. It was Nina.

"Hi y/n we are so sorry but Dua Lipa was playing and we had to go. But I see. You found some company. Is it a new fuckboy for your collection?"

"Wow Nina just shut up. He just helped me searching and he isn't a fuckboy. Go and leave me be." you jelled. Maybe a little too loud, because Ivar was raising a eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that, but she gets on my nerves with this. I just want a fucking relationship." You already regretted what you said.. ivar was still a complete stranger, but it felt good to let it out.

"No its alright. I understand. Its hard when you've always been the one who got no real relationship and now has to hang around with these married couples and their kids. I know what you mean." Ivar said and pointed at a quieter and more private place under a tree.

You followed him. Maybe this was a start of something. Did you feel a connection ? Even if you two haven't talked that much? Maybe it was. Don't overthink it, you thought. Don't.

#modern!ivar #ivar the boneless #ivar x reader #fanfic #modern ivar x reader #festival #imagine #firstone #ivar x y/n

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islamictantramantra · 8 months

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Dua to Get Lost Love Back

We, as a whole, face periods of detachment and separation in the relationship in our life. The genuine issue happens when these separations become wide and nearly the lasting finish of the relationship. If you have parted ways with your darling as of late and are searching to win them back.

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justasparkwritings · 4 years

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Codename Cupid: Chapter 5

Previous: Codename First Heartbreak

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X OFC/PI, Mentions of Kim Seokjin X OFC

Genre: Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Light Strangers to Lovers AU

Rating: PG13

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Swearing, Legal Alcohol Consumption

Summary: The search for Kim Seokjin begins, and our PI makes an unexpected acquaintance.

Searching for Seokjin

Present Day

I’ll admit, the heartbreak Euna endured at the hands of Kim Seokjin felt a little too real, a little too personal, a little too familiar. Reading the chapters in her manifesto that detailed the love she had for him, reminded me of listening to Kacey Musgrave’s first album and asking, to no one in particular, who hurt you?

Whether or not he realized it, their five-month triste had set in motion the ways in which Euna moved through her relationships with men. It was clear that their college love story created deep seated insecurity, one that caused her to shy away from dating. Shy away, and then lean in fully and totally in a manner that would make Charles Manson go “whoa step back”. But that’s a story for later, because Seokjin never felt the extend of Euna’s love. No, that was reserved for Min Yoongi. But again, a story for another time.

Kim Seokjin, being first on the list, was the first man I wanted to track down. He had practically no social media presence, no LinkedIn or job profiles, no known address. All Euna had to go off of was he worked at some bank in New York, but that was after graduation. Five years later, she didn’t know if he’d still be there.

“Hi, I am calling for a Mr. Kim,” I say into my phone.

“Which Mr. Kim would you be referencing?” The receptionist asks.

“Kim Seokjin,” I respond.

“Hmm, I do not have a Kim Seokjin in the directory,” She says.

“Do you happen to have a forwarding number or address?” I ask.

“No, unfortunately not. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No, thank you,” I hang up and gently set my phone on my desk. Of course, he didn’t still work there, what promising young man would stay at a mid-tier firm when he had the potential for such greatness, as Euna described?

I pick up my phone and dial my favorite number.

“If this is to ask me to search something for you illegally, the answer is no,” My sister says, not bothering to begin our chat with any formality.

“C, you know I have full access to the state database,” I remind her, twirling in my chair.

“Then what’s your question?” She demands.

“I need a national search,” I inform her.

“No,” C says.

“Come on, please?” I ask.

“No,” She says again.

“You know you’re the golden child, mom and dad already love you more, so can you help me out?” I plead.

“You get one chance a year to use the ‘mom and dad’ card,” She reminds me.

“Sis, this is an extenuating circumstance,” I tell her.

“Lies,” She responds.

“I’ll pay you,” I offer.

“You do know the NSA taps these phones?” She whispers, knowing full well I do.

I laugh a little too hard, “Then why are you absolutely dragging me?”

“I can’t,” She tells me, voice returning to normal volume.

“Fine.” I say, fingers moving swiftly over the keypad of my phone.

“Why do you insist on putting me on speaker?” She groans.

“It’s easier, I have many things to do,” I remind her.

“Sure, you do, like find the pennies you lost in the couch. Still enough for rent, right?”

“You can be such a bitch, you know that?” I snap.

“You still coming out with us on Friday?” She changes subjects fluidly.

“Well, I wasn’t-

“You are coming, when’s the last time you, you know, hooked up?” She asks delicately.

“I thought we were being tapped?” I laugh callously.

“No no, that’s what you’re not doing,” She reciprocates.

“You’re the worst, and I hate you,” I tell her.

“Wear something revealing,” She suggests.

“Don’t slut shame me,” I say.

“You’re insufferable,” She responds.

“Love you, mean it,” I tell her.

“Love you, mean it,” She replies.

If I know my sister, and I do, better than she realizes, tonight at the club she’ll have the information I need, the information to help me find not only Kim Seokjin, but the lot of them.

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Dressing in what my sister would ultimately call a boring, going to work outfit, I hopped into the Uber. I knew better than to drive, the full extent of the evening outlined in detail in a message from C. She always planned elaborate nights out, which resulted in black outs, drunk hook ups and dirty dancing. C wanted the nights to remain perfect blurred memories, fuzzy in our minds, growing more and more hazy as the years progressed. She knows well enough to schedule them quarterly, if not twice a year max, maintaining their elusiveness. She invites only the best of the best, her favorite people, and being the single younger sister, I am the pet project of all her married friends. It’s fucking excruciating. I would rather be shaving my legs dry than spend a drunken night with her friends who all remember me as the braces wearing tween they met me as.

Tonight, will be no different.

I enter the club, no cover, and slip my bomber jacket off as I walk towards the bar. My sister sits on a stool, laughing uproariously at her girlfriends, shoulders exposed as she downs what I’m assuming is a Lemon Drop. Spotting me, she waves.

“You’re here!” She yells and eyes me up and down. “So glad you tried.”

“I put make up on,” I tell her, blinking my eyes slowly enough that she can see the shadow and attempt at eyeliner. “I’m even wearing foundation.”

“Wow, and what tween did you learn that from?” She asks, flagging down the bartender.

I don’t dignify her question with a response, in turn favoring the bartender. He stares at me expectantly, “Tequila, shaken,” I turn to count the party, “Ten shots.”

He nods before grabbing what I assume is the cheapest tequila from the shelf.

“For you?” Elise asks.

“For all of us,” I say winking. The bartender sets the shots down before asking if I want to close my tab. I nod, handing him my card without thinking.

“Really? Two shots and you’re done for the night?” C asks me.

“No, I just won’t be paying for them,” I reply laughing. Together we down our shots before turning to the dance floor. It’s a mess of sweating bodies, the neon lights illuminating fractions of everyone’s face, a nose here, an ear there, lips entangled over the beat of a Dua Lipa song. Clothing, soaked to the bone, clinging relentlessly onto everyone’s skin as they sweat through the music, liquor moving their limbs in wild gestures, inhibitions down, booties dropping. It’s euphoria and chaos, pleasure and sin.

I fucking love it.

My sister and I, though very different, have always had a shared love of dancing. Music bumping through speakers, full volume never being enough, in our blood. A part of us from our father, uniting our waring personas across decades, across the globe, and tonight, across the floor. Is there anything as blissful as dancing, hips swaying, arms overhead, lungs burning as we shout the lyrics. Heavenly.

I retreat from the dance floor to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to notice my presence.

“You look so happy out there,” A man says from behind me. I turn, surprised to see someone seated on the stool behind me. I truly almost sat on him.

“Oh, hi, yeah, thanks,” I reply, smiling softly.

“Do you think you could spare me a dance?” He asks, blush coating his cheeks.

“Tell me this,” I say, eyes absorbing his Bambi like orbs, “How many fingers does Yoda have?”

“Depends, which movie you’re talking about,” He smiles, and I swear I’ve been shot in the heart. No one should be this stunning in a dimly lit club, which means he’s going to be breathtaking in the light of day.

“So how many?” I repeat.

“Three in one film, two in another,” His nose scrunches.

“Are you a nerd or just really into bar trivia?” I ask.

“A bit of both,” He’s still smiling, and I’m wounded again.

“Good to know,” I laugh lightly.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offers.

“I thought you wanted a dance,” I remind him, winking.

“Can I have both?” He asks, left eyebrow raising.

“Depends,” I say smirking.

“On?”

“What are you drinking?” I ask.

“Is this your game? Ask me questions to extrapolate information so you can decide if you’re interested?” He doesn’t mean to blast me, but he does.

“Oo, you do read me so well,” I wink, a poor attempt at keeping any pretense or posture intact. “Tequila shot, shaken, lemon wedge, no salt.”

He orders two shots and looks me over.

“You’re gorgeous,” He says, sincerity in his eyes.

“You are too,” I reply, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Are you usually this forthcoming?”

“Absolutely not, when you get to know me, you’ll see how closed off I truly am,” I thank the bartender before grabbing my shot. “To strangers in bars,”

“And lovers amongst the stars,” He replies.

“Shakespeare?” I smile again before tossing my shot back. “How’s about that dance?”

“On one condition,” He stands, towering over me, his black hair moving like a curtain in front of his eyes.

“What could that possibly be?” I ask, hand already reaching for his.

“Tell me your name,” He uses his new hold on my hand to pull me close to him, chests pressing against one another’s.

I stand on my tiptoes, pressing my already flushed cheek against his. “Y/N,” I say, lips grazing his decorated ear.

He turns slightly, ensuring my cheek remains against his. “Jungkook,” His voice is husky, deep and resonating. It shivers through my body, the heat from him mixing with the anticipation building. Pulling away, he smiles again, “Let’s dance.”

Next: Codename Another Shot at Love Pt. 1

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dameronology · 4 years

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which of ur fics (tag game)

thank u to @blacksquadron-rougetwo for the tag! ilysm

which fic did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

the one where you definitely break the jedi code. i know there’s a big audience for obi smut for yeesh that was one of my first imagines that got over 1k notes and it’s also still a lil high up in the star wars smut tag, which i know some of my friends frequent and i always wonder if they’ve read it lmao

got a better reaction than you expected?

insomnia!! i thought the idea was really dumb at first but all the love & support it’s got lowkey makes me weep and i am very grateful

is your funniest?

the one with all the inappropriate jokes; it’s filled with b99 & office references ofc and bravery & stupidity always makes me a chuckle a lil bit as well

is your darkest/angstiest?

things we lost in the fire. it’s a post-mustafar fic based in tatooine so naturally it’s very dark but it’s different from my other angst bc the whole situation is what’s angsty, rather than the relationship between the character/reader.

is your absolute favourite?

here comes the general. it’s not as smutty as i planned but anything with poe being cocky is the holy grail tbh

Is your least favourite?

one helluva a week. i forced myself to write it so that i would have something to publish and it feels very forced

was the easiest to write?

good in bed. the combination of poe dameron and dua lipa makes writing surprisingly easy.

was the hardest to write?

give the world to you. it talks about death, loss, etc and it’s a little close to home for me but i really like how it came out in the end.

has your favourite line/exchange/paragraph?

Poe knew that Shara would have adored you. He adored you. After losing her, he’d never quite felt settled. He always felt like he was looking for something, as though he were seeking out the final piece in a puzzle he didn’t even know he’d been doing. It probably goes without saying that you were the part that completed it; the person finally made him feel whole after far too many years of soul searching. If he were able to, he would have gone back in time and found you earlier. He would have met you earlier, made you his earlier. The fear of losing you in the way he’d lost his mother was so unbearable that the idea of not having spent every possible second with you terrified him. But, you were here with him now - in the rain, under the glow of the distant moon. (from northern downpour)

have you re-read the most?

the come & go series, mostly because i always forget what happens in the last part when i go to write the next🤡

would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

the one where he’s your safety husband. it’s a lil bit of humour and a lil bit of fluff which is personally what i enjoy in fics

are you most proud of?

i really liked how the one where you finally tell him came out! it’s one of my much earlier fics but i always love the descriptions the the phrase ‘I realised that you like her and not me and it feels like someone just skewered my heart with a lightsaber and served it to me on a plate like a fucked up hors d'oeuvres but I’m fine’ is personally what i think to be the best thing i’ve ever written lmao

no pressure tags: @karasong @rentskenobi @ohhellokenobi @obeewankenobi @bb8sworld

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shesawriter39049 · 4 years

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|PRETTY PLEASE| M|

SMUT/ LIGHT ANGST

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader ( A lil Joonie at the end)

Song reference: Dua Lipa-Pretty Please

About- Tae fucks you on top of your receptionist desk before you fire her…

Or- Tae’s feeling a little needy...and somewhat low key, self continuous about you possibly hiring a new production assistant..AKA...Jungkook. It seems as though Mr. Kim takes pride in being the youngest within the office! It seems as though your baby boy just needs a little..reassurance....

Warnings: Soft dom OC, Service top Tae, Baby/baby boy/praise kink/ over-stimulation/ cum play/cum as lube(using someone elses cum as lube to be exact) Fingering, Semi public sex, unprotected sex/ dirty talk, biting/marking kink/minimal prep, oral(F receiving), Finger sucking, (Joon is mentioned a couple times during sex but not physically present) he dose however come in after it’s over and shares a kiss with Tae at the end BTW (I feel like I’m missing some...but theirs nothing like off the wall in this one)

Note- This one shot is a part of my OT7 Poly AU called 7 deep! Part 1 will be linked below! Short version of the overall plot: Your Married to Namjoon, however you’re both in a open relationship and run a very successful Adult Entertainment company called “Onyx” with your 5 college lovers AKA BTS Minus Kookie! There is a lil backstory sprinkled in because without it the dynamic would not really make sense....

Tae is her executive assistant upon other things BTW...

Theres a HUGE praise kink and a lot of dirty talk here...he’s her baby..point blank...

Joonie’s lost and jsut wants everybody happy

WC: 7K

Onyx Entertainment 7:09 AM

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“Y/n’’ Taehyung comes over slowly, voice still full of sleep. sitting even lower, and huskier than usual..almost a whisper actually. Positioning himself right behind you, hips flush against the swell of your ass, snaking his arms, around your waist. Hands trailing slowly up your stomach, allowing his fingers to roam your body freely until one of his hands is flush around the front of your neck. Applying just enough pressure to trigger a slight chill to course up your spine, as the stark contrast from the array of metals he has dancing along his delicate fingers brushes against your skin. However, your so used to the position, especially where Taehyung is concerned it doesn’t stifle you the way it used to, somehow your still able to function….

Arching your back even deeper….however contrary to what he may want…that’s not really why your arching at the moment…..

“God,was it necessary for you to wear this dress today??!” Tae whispers, sounding almost pained at the revelation! Face nuzzled into the side of your ear, nipping at the gold hoop dangling from your lobe. “Y/nnnn” He’s needy…and whiny…very..not that your surprised though…

A low almost disinterested hum rings in the back of your throat as your fingers patter against the phone. ‘Yes baby?.”

”Stop, ignoring me” Pouts off his lips as he nips your ear even harder, a slight growl that sounds far too cute to be even remotely threatening leaving his throat!

A disgruntled...nah, an infuriated groan huffs off your chest upon seeing there’s 40,yes 40 voicemail’s.. stored on said phone. Well aware your busy, but not busy enough to have gotten 40 messages all in one night. A string of curses hush off your lips upon hearing the date and reasons behind the numerous calls that were clearly never returned.So ya know, there goes a good… shit, 10k down the drain in payroll over the past 4 in a half months she's worked here!

“Tae, add “Officially, fire Jordan’’ to my list of things to do today..please and fucking thank you…”

Slamming the headset against the desk phone hard enough to have to actually bounce off the receiver. Taehyung knows you like the back of his hand though, not even blinking as he damn near acts as if he’s spider man grabbing the phone before it completely falls off the desk. Within seconds he instantly brings his hands back to their initial position, caressing your frame against his own. Suddenly your curiosity gets the best of you so you welcome yourself to her desktop. Logging in to Outlook to check her work email. And what do you know, 120 unopened emails…. god why…WHY!?

“You have got to be fucking kidding..” Sighs off your lips in disbelief “What the actual fuck has she been doing this entire time!?” The question was rhetorical: you really didn’t wanna know, it took every ounce of self control not to search her browser….You’d probably pop a vessel if you logged on and found her history full of online shopping, Facebook, and UberEats! Body slouching into his almost as if all of the energy got sucked out of your body upon seeing the shitshow that is Jordan’s email!

“So wait, am I adding that to your schedule before or after your 7:30 AM appointment to fuck Taehyung Kim?” Brow quirked in genuine curiosity, as if he just asked you the day's weather forecast or something!.

Honestly? It took you a minute to even catch on because he said that shit with his entire chest, like, he meant that! Not even an ounce of amusement laced within his delivery….

A loud cackle ripped from your throat once you actually process what this man just said. Reclining your head against his shoulder, placing a lingering kiss along his cheek which he leaned into instantly. The grip he holds around both your waist and neck tightening once you start to rock your hips against him. Biting your lips,lashes fluttering in his direction, yanking the chain around his neck ever so slightly.

“Hmm….must have missed that when I skimmed my itinerary this morning…huh?” A sly smirk playing along your lips as you lock eyes with his.

“Mmm, minor but very important schedule alteration…weren’t you the one who taught me that you always have to be ready to adapt to any and every situation?”

A low hum rings in the back of your throat as you gently massage his freshly dyed scalp “I do recall saying something along those lines...” Ghosting your lips over the hinge of his jaw...blowing lightly.

Those electric blue locks you'd grown to love were now replaced by a color you haven't seen in lord knows when. Black, as simple as it may seem it just compliments his caramelized complexion and dark brows perfectly. His hair is getting long all over now, and the older he gets the more comfortable he seems to be with letting his entire face be seen, hair parted messily down the middle in soft waves. It’s still kinda surreal watching him turn more, and more into a man as the years go on! Still remembering when he was walking around campus with his hella brassy box dyed blonde hair and Pacsun jeans....

Turning his head so his lips hovered over yours close enough that you could almost taste the Caramel ice capp on his tongue. Nosing along your face like a spoiled puppy silently begging for affection, chin tilted upwards just enough to let you know what he needed!

“We don’t have time baby boy you know this..” Leaning down to kiss the pout off is lips before it even appeared “You know were slammed and Yoongi has production getting in at-”

Taehyung leans in to capture your lips in another kiss, clearly less than intrigued by anything you had to say at the moment. This time a little deeper, moaning against your tongue as he breaches the seam of your lips. It’s hard and messy, Tae’s teeth accidentally clack against your own, your trying to speak but it keeps getting muffled against his lips! He’s shameless with his need, the way he’s licking his way around your mouth while he slowly grinds his hips into your ass tells you that. Nothing subtle about how hard his dick is straining against the leather of his pants…

He doesn't waste any time either,clawing his way up your thighs, hiking your dress up, around your waist, sliding his hand down to cup your pussy between his palm. Taehyung lets out a loud wanton moan, one that bounces off the brick walls around you once he feels how warm and wet you are. The blatant wet patch in the center of your panties, that his fingers are damn near stuck too! You move your hand up to the side of his neck, taking a somewhat aggressive hold to try and get him to calm down enough for you to speak. Nails digging tiny crests into his skin, yet you don't stop because you know he fuckin loves it.

“No fuckin patience” Tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, far to fond of the man in front of you to have any bite laced within your delivery.

“You talkin about me or you?” A playful smirk plays along his tongue as you lean up to trail yours over his lips to ease the sting before sucking it into your mouth.

“What’s got you so distracted today hmm??” Head cocked to the side, feigned innocence’s playing along your tongue as you gaze back at him, taking in how blatantly fucked out he already looks.

A low whine rips from his lips as he forces himself to break apart just enough to actually speak properly! “Are you forgetting we came here together?” Brow arched knowingly, Taehyung drops his head, to lick, nip, suck, and kiss your neck, ripping a soft moan from your throat, reclining your neck to give him more room to work. Breath hot and heady against your skin as he noses up the side of your neck. “And we have plenty of time,I already know you don’t need much right now….” Clasping his fingers around your heat even tiger “Baby, please”

Point being, Tae utilized his free access to the apartment that Namjoon and you share this morning after deciding he had no interest in driving himself to work. Which also means, he heard the two of you fucking in the shower, Joon and Hoseok had been in NY for a convention for the past week so lets just say it was long overdue. And actually…. correction, he wasn’t just chilling in your apartment, he was laying on your bed getting off to the two of you fucking in the shower. Still, this boy is insatiable and that wasn’t enough for him to be even remotely satisfied...

“Mmm…” You rock backwards, grinding against his length even harder, tilting your head back, taking the brunette’s ear between your teeth. Pulling hard enough to make him whine, body shuddering against your own, lips flush to his ear “Oh, so it’s my fault you invited yourself in and listened to us fuck in the shower?” Painting your lips down the side of his neck until you suck a mark into the juncture of his collarbone. Low enough that his shirt can cover it during business hours, though you know if he had it his way your marks would be plastered over the front column of his neck!

“My fault you’re already nice and hard and all you wanna do is fuck me until I come allll over your cock too?” His body goes completely pliant under your tongue, just like a cat being pulled by the nape of its neck. A faint whimper falls from his lips as he reaches up, hands getting tangled into your hair pressing down to keep you in place. “My fault your too horny to focus today?”

“Fuck today!” He scoffs around a moan “You’re always distracting, I always want you, god, since fuckin Econ, second period, you know this.” Damn, he’s taking this back to his freshman year of college!? “You already know what you do to me!” Mumbling against your jaw, kissing across it as best as he can at the current angle.

A pleased hymn rings in the back of your throat at the memory “My spoiled baby…” Breath fanning out warm against his skin “Always loved being marked up by me huh?” Taehyung is a resident switch, especially during his college days, yet for some reason where Yoongi and yourself are concerned this man becomes submissive as fuck. He’s always a pleaser, but it comes something serious where your concerned, his need to make you feel good almost overtaking his own need to climax!

Tilting your head to meet his hooded gaze head on “What’s got you all hard baby? Thinking about how easily you could just slide in?” Nothing accidentally about the low moan that slides off your tongue after every word. As you place your hand ontop of his. Gently rocking it back and forth against your clit “ How warm and wet I am? How messy it’ll be, feeling Joonies come dripping out of me as you fuck me?”

“Y/n! Just- fuck…”

‘Is that what you want Tae? You wanna fill me up and fuck me open with your big, thick ,cock?” Your staring him dead in the eye as these words purr off your tongue “Joonie came hard too, there's still so much leaking out right now, my panties have been saoked since I left the house..” Taehyung’s jaw tense as you slip a hand behind you, gripping his dick in your palm through his pants. He was always one to go commando so the rough texture flush against his length was really fucking him up right now. Eyes fluttering shut, “You know I’d still be nice and tight for you too..I’m always tight and warm around you aren't I baby??”

Taehyung didn't even have to open his eyes to know you had a smirk on your face, he could feel the smirk within your voice and he whined..loud. Dragging his bottom lip between his teeth before releasing another moan once you free him from your palm and start grinding your hips back against him.

You push back and he whines even louder this time, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. “God, please, baby let me fuck-let your baby boy fuck you. Let me make you feel good…” You can feel his cock twitch behind you, and there's no denying it, you want it just as bad as he does.

You can tell he’s getting himself worked into a frenzy so you kiss him quite. Massaging your tongue against his cooing lightly at how quickly he just melts into you!

“Mmm, if I let you fuck me are you gonna be a god boy for me? Make me come all over your cock?” You know, you already know but you like riling him up….

“Fuck yes, I’ll fuck you so damn good…” Sinking his teeth into your pulse point, not even attempting to let up until he rips the neediest whine imaginable from your lips, knees damn near bucking in the process. Taking the skin between his teeth and sucking...hard..Tae wants to leave a mark..he appears to be feeling oddly possessive today…

“God, I can fuckin smell you now...fuck…” Taehyung’s grip on your hip tigtnes “Let me….fuck baby let me…”

“Jesus-Fu- Do you even know how good you sound when you beg?” A shaky breath signs off your lips and you can feel Tae Smiling against your skin..well aware he’s about to get what he wants.

“Yeah, I know, I know, I sound good,” Tae smirks around a moan . “I know I do, I know how much you fuckin love it too… Love seeing me all hard, and needy for you…..only you. Your the only one that gets me like this”

A fond smile plays along your lips as you stroke his nape..”My baby boy yeah?”

Taehyung just whines in response bucking his hips even harder, honestly you could tease him all day but there really isn't the time. “Yours, always yours” there’s a slight pout playing on his lips. Almost as if he’s trying to convince himself of that as well which is something you take a mental note of to bring up later!

“Yeah,” You moan, low and breath. “Yeah, come on...fuck me.”

“About damn time….” You can feel his lips curl into a smile that you can only imagine sparked something wicked! Because your baby boy is a spoiled brat at heart!

With one clean sweep he knocked every damn file off Jordan’s desk and flipped you onto your back. Hips shifting slightly so your legs are dangling off the edge, as he steps between them. Kneading your inner thighs beneath skilled nimble fingers as he loosely wraps them around his waist.

Once your situated you peer up at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips as your nails claw up his sides…. “You wanna make me feel good Tae?”

“I wanna fuckin ruin you, I always do...every time I look at you I just wanna give you every damn thing! However you want it….” Tae Moans….sliding your panties to the side a slight hiss ringing in the back of his throat as he claws up your thighs. Your still dripping, lips swollen, clit still sensitive to the touch.

You visibly shudder, gut twisting at the admission...as you take in his lust-filled hooded gaze.“Such a pretty pussy baby…” Long, delicate fingers trail up and down your clit gently. Leaning down to blow a trail up your lips just to make you squirm.

“Fuckkk” Back arching off the desk, not one to try and hide how affected you are. You know he gets off on praise. “You can, you already know you can do whatever you want to me….” You moan even louder as he works your clit a little quicker, adding more pressure.

“God, I still can’t get over the way you sound” Leaning down to kiss you, deep languid strokes of his tongue while he traces his fingers around your entrance….he knows damn well you don't need it but he can’t help himself. “I wanna put my fingers inside..feel how tight and wet you'll be around my cock…” Tae slurs around a moan as his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. Instead of responding you reach down, taking his wrist and guiding him straight in, until your both gasping against one another.

Inserting his middle and ring finger, making you pull back just enough to catch your breath, inhaling a sharp breath through your nose. He can feel Namjoon’s come just leaking out once his fingers slush through as he buries himself knuckle deep. “Fuck, Yn” Growls off his tongue, gaze instantly darkening

Nose scrunching into his face the deeper he works his digits into, your warm, tight and messy, so fucking messy! Curling his fingers upwards as if he’s trying to scoop his come forwards so he can push it all back in, “Such a messy pussy”

“Feel good baby?”You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and a deep groan rips from the back of your throat.

“You know I can handle more than that baby, come on….” Taehyung moans at the instructions pulling back to brace his forehead against yours gazing down at you through hooded lids. His arm starts to move a little harder, making you spread your legs on instinct, wrist shifting ever so slightly until your moaning louder, deeper..hips rocking up to meet his palm. Making sure it smacks against your clit head on every time he makes contact.

“Yeah, fuck. Like that, just like that” Snaking your hands under his shirt to claw up his back, cooing at how hard he shutters at the contact “Angle u-fuck” A light giggle leaving your lips a stated smile on your face as he finds the spot before you even get it out. Twisting and angling his arm, fucking his fingers into you until he finds that ridget patch nuzzled between your heat, thighs tensing around his waist once he does and he just beams down at you…

He starts working his fingers faster, adding a third, spreading them ever so slightly as he pulls out so he can slide in with little to no resistance. Regardless of Joon fucking you this morning, you still always manage to snap right back in place. No matter how many times they’ve fucked you over the years, you always fit around Taehyung’s cock like a glove...always.

Tae is the youngest and he was also the least experienced when you all met, and by that I mean he was one of those college kids that didn't know any better, Simply because none of his prior partners ever took the time to..properly make their needs known...that is until he met you one Thursday night…

So you often found this strong sense of pride at the way he fucks you now...no instruction truly needed. He could get you off with his eyes closed at this point. You just no he gets off on it...gets off on being your good boy, and he always is.

Your loud now, and Tae’s leaking so much precome into his pants it’s unreal. Rocking your hips even harder up and down, you can physically hear how wet you are, without a doubt leaking onto the desk! You already close, closer than you wanna be before is cocks splitting you in half.

“Fuck stop!”

The smirk that tugs along those lips was something lethal, gaze dark, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat as he raked over your form. How ragged your breath is...how hard your thighs are tensing around him…..

“Why?’ Head cocked to the side as he sticks his tongue out wetting those pouty lips of his. “Can’t handle coming 3 times today?” The arch in his brow is taunting and you can’t even lie, there's something really sexy about how confident he’s gotten over the years “ Don’t wanna come until I’m balls deep inside you” The question coming off more as a statement, gaze daring you to tell him anything different.

Your breath hitched, every vein in your body felt like it was on fire as he pulled you into a kiss. ,deep, rough and messy while you clench down around his fingers. Ripping every once of bravado he had to shreds...within seconds, once you trapped him between your heat, cock twitching on command.

“Now. Fuck me” You breath out, eyes locked with his as you slide his fingers free, lacing your tongue around the. Slow deliberate strokes, humming around the taste of both your and Namjoon’s arousal coating your tongue and Taehyung looks fucking wrecked! You allow him to slide in knuckle deep until he hits the back of your throat, and he can’t help but moan at how easily you take him.

“Come onnn Tae, fuck meee” A low whine hanging off your tongue as you guide his fingers back down your body hovering over your clit again…. “I need your cock baby”

“Fuck, yeah okay...I’ll fill you up baby” Stepping back just enough to unzip his pants and much to know ones surprise he’s rock hard, standing straight up, the tip painfully pink it almost looks as though you can physically see him throbbing. An obscene amount of Precum’s leaking down his shaft as he grazes his thumb over his slit. Hissing at the contact, Tae’s so hard it literally hurts at this point , balls tight against the base of his shaft.

Mouthwatering shamelessly at the sight as he grips his cock and smacks it along your clit a couple of times. Just to hear your juices slick all over the place, literally sounding as if he just splashed his palm in water!

He leans down and kisses your neck until you grab him by the hair to turn his cheek, to kiss him, deep and hard, making him taste Namjoon’s come on your tongue. You grind your hips forward letting his cock graze your clit until he's groaning low and desperate against your tongue. Hiking your legs up around his waist, digging his nails into the swell of your ass. Pressing your heels into the small of his back to pull his hips even closer!

“You sound so fucking good like this, so fuckin ready to fuck me huh baby?” Tae practically growls when he answers you, he technically responds “yes” first in Korean which is...rare, typically only happens when he’s overwhelmed and clearly…

“Yeah, yes, fuck I want it, need you baby please .” Grounding his hips even harder until he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, fuck this boy is going to be the death of you. The pout on his lips is a stark contrast to how thick, and hard his cock is as it rubs against your clit…

Letting your fingers roam through his hair, landing on the back of his neck “Fuck me…”

He doesn't even bother lubing up his cock he doesn't need it , he just shifts his hips slightly to angle you upwards and slowly sinks his cock inside, breathing out deeply through flared nostrils as he does…

“Fuckkkk” Leaves both of your lips in unison once he breaches your entrance. Heat instantly pooling in the pit of your stomach as he starts to stretch you open. His eyes stay on yours the entire time, though hooded and unfocused they never waiver! Panting out hot and heavy against each others tongues, as you try to adjust to the stretch...

You can both not only hear but feel Namjoons come overflowing the deeper he gets! You can feel his arms starting to shake from how overwhelmed he is from all the pressure building around him.

Leaning up to whisper a combination of praise and absolute filth in your baby’s ear until your ripping the neediest moans and groans from his throat.

Dropping his head to leave a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck, along his jaw, nipping at the diamond hoop in your ear.

There’s no edging his way in either,Taehyung is sliding all the way home. Not stopping until your filled to the brim. Continually whispering praise after praise into his ear which already has him throbbing on impact. Squeezing your ass even tighter, nosing up your cheek until you bring your lips flush to his, sliding in tongue first, need overtaking finesse at this point but neither of you cared!

He starts to move and you dig your nails into his ass, hard enough to make him groan even through the leather!

“Don’t, move yet….be a good boy for me, and stay still... “ He grunts and damn near has a temper tantrum but he obliged….”Stay still pretty, you can do that for me can’t you?”

Right as he's about to speak he finds himself choking around a moan as you purposely clench around him .

“Fuck, baby your pussy feels..Goddamn Yn” He almost sounds awed as if to say after all these years it’s kinda crazy that you still have this kinda affect on him! He lets out a low hum when you do it again, Taehyung is hot to the touch at this point “Fuck, tell me” his tone takes on an almost demanding tenor which only makes your toes curl against the sole of your Louboutins!

“Tell you what Tae?” Tone somewhat teasing until you take in the look of almost desperation within those big brown eyes of his, “That you're my baby? My good boy? The best boy?” Eyes fluttering shut briefly, a low hum ringing in the back of his throat “That your cook feels so fuckin good even when your not doing anything? Or how good you're being for me no matter how bad I know you wanna move.”

Fingers gently caressing the back of his neck “What do you wanna know baby?” In contrast to Tae’s your voice drops down to a whisper,nothing but fondness and affection dripping off your tongue. You can sense something’s wrong more than just him being horny. Yeah he had a praise kink but this feels different as if he NEEDS the validation outside of just sex. “Or…” reaching you to take a delicate, somewhat intimate hold on his jaw, temporarily shifting the mood. “Tell you how much I love you? Because I really fuckin do Tae…” His breath hitches in his throat, you feel his cock twitch and his heart hammer against his chest at the admission “Soo much baby…”

“I love you” The words ramble off his tongue repeatedly almost as if he can’t stop...

Leaning down to nip at your bottom lip “Keeping my cock, nice and warm…..squeezing me soo good baby…” Leaning down to suck on the hinge of your jaw. “I just-I wanna make you come so bad, wanna fill you up with even more come until your just dripping with it. “ Tae’s voice dropped to an octave you haven't heard in lord known when, instantly reminding you that you created a fucking monster…..you know what he’s doing though. Since you won;t let him move he’s trying to get you worked up enough that you don’t have a choice.

This time when you clenched around him it was involuntary and so was the needy ass moan that ripped from your throat

His skin is flushed...eyes begging you to let him fuck you “You get me soo hard, I don't even understand how you could even expect, me to wanna go out and find someone else after I’ve been wrapped around you for so many years. Yn fuck-” Eyes rolling to the back of his head mid-sentence, the tighter you suck him in, he’s overwhelmed and just rambling at this point but you know what he’s referring too...

Meaning, even though you essentially operate as a closed triad as long as there’s open and honest lines commutation. The boys aren’t technically tied to Namjoon and yourself...yet outside of maybe a little drunken grind and make out session in the clubs...or something….at least over the past 2 years none of you have strayed...None of you have ever wanted too..more than content with what you have...

You reach up, placing your fingers in front of his mouth ‘Spit' ' He does with zero hesitation, as you bring your hand down to work your clit…The second you make contact you start pulsing around him even harder...and now Tae’s squirming on top of you. It’s becoming way too much he’s going to fuck around and come before he even gets to move

“Baby please, I can’t- I need-”

“Fuck me then!” Voice gently yet commanding

“Oh thank fuckk” Taehyung almost shouts as he thrust into you, hard and fast, almost knocking your head into the raised back of the desk! Snapping his hips forward with purpose, clearly well aware that the two of you don’t have much time.

He leans down to kiss every exposed piece of skin he can reach, your neck, shoulder, collarbone, before making his way up to your lips, sucking his tongue into your mouth. “Fuck, I can still taste you, both of you!” He kisses you through each thrust, hard, and opened mouth, panting out against your tongue, as you rake your nails down his back. Pulling out almost completely only to thrust in hard enough to have your thighs weakening. Practically dropping from his waist until he reaches under resecurring them in place.

“Yes, fuckk yess..” Each roll of his hips is sharp, precise, hitting every spot you need to have your eyes having a continuous meeting with the back of your head!

“Taeaahyung fu-” Pulling apart, drifting your eyes to where his cock is flushed, and sliding all the way out only to slam back in…Blurring the lines of where you start and he ends..."Look at how good your fucking me….always such a good boy for me yeah?”

Your winded...and your thighs are shaking, eyes heavy as all hell, but the moan that slips past his lips at the praise is more than worth it. You swear you feel his cock get even harder actually. You rock back, tensing your muscles around him, ripping a low groan of your name off his tongue before he actually responds.

“Yeah I’m good...so fuckin good for you baby!” You can feel his breath get lodged in his throat as he speaks, shifting your hips so they are raised a little higher. The moan that rips from your throat as you arch off the desk has him fucking into you even harder. Addicted to all the sinful sounds he knows he’s the only one responsible for right now... “You take me so well, sound so fucking pretty for me…” Dragging his bottom lip along his teeth!

“Fuck me harder, I know you wanna...you know I can take it! Use me baby, fuck meeeee”

He groans, leaning down to pull you into a messy kiss as he pulls out and snaps forward making you almost scream, head pulling back in a stifled gasp as he picks up his pace, grounding his hips and steadying his rhythm. Brining your hand back down to work your clit, knowing your close, but you still need a little more.

“Fuck you look soo good getting yourself off like that….”

You let your eyes flutter open, a menacing smirk playing on your lips as you remove your hand from your clit. Sucking your fingers into your mouth as you fuck into him even harder. Lathering them with an unnecessary amount of spit, as if you weren't already dripping all over the place.

“You like watching me get myself off for you?” Bring one hand up to massage your nipples through the thin fabric of the dress while the other comes down to graze your clit. Locking your eyes with his as rub yourself, harder, faster, clearly with a purpose this time around. Eyes growing heavy as you moan out, rocking upwards to meet his thrust but never once breaking eye contact.

Tae, moans even louder at that, especially once you start fucking into him with the same amount of forces he's giving you “Yeah, baby fuck me...fuck me” Biting his lip, grunting and groaning through clenched teeth once he feels you start to tighten around his cock which has been throbbing this entire time!

Tae, braces your legs on either side of his shoulder, angling your hips even higher as they roll into you, deep and fast. The sound of skin slapping, Tae, grunting, and you moaning bouncing off every surface. Turning his head to the side to kiss at your ankles...teeth gently grazing along the strap of your heels, as he rolls his hips even deeper, head luling onto his shoulders.

You whine low and breathy as you click the backs of your heels together behind his head. Pressing the back of your thighs flush to his chest to bring him even closer. Those big, extremely sexy hands of his grip your waist, even tighter gripped your waist trying to pull you even closer. Ass flush with his hips at every stroke, the intoxicating feeling of the deep drag and stretch of his cock deep inside you had Tae’s toes curling against his Saint Laurent boots.

“God why do you look this fuckin hot!?” He actually sounds upset to be honest, and you can't help but laugh no matter how hard it is to breathe right now. Your thighs are practically vibrating on either side of his head.

“Fucking me open with your cock…like it was made for me...made to make me come-” Stopping mid-sentence not by choice just because fuck you couldn't breathe he was deep at this angle “Fuck and your gonna make me come too, keep fucking me Tae- just….fuck!”

“I was baby,fucking you just how you taught me…” He whimpers and moans even louder eyes fighting to stay open and maintain eye contact. Something about the way he said that “The way you taught me...” Was exactly what you needed to let go!

“Taeeee” you whine “I’m going to fuckin come harder.. Fuck please!!” Throwing your head back against the desk, knocking against what feels like a stapler but you can’t be bothered to care by how good he feels right now. Your gasping, breathless, and more importantly now your the one that sounds needy and there's nothing sexier than that to Taehyung.

Leaning up to grip him by the back of his neck and he leans into it. Basically folding you in half, he can feel how hard your starting to squeeze him, and he damn near chokes on his own words. “Yeah, yeah, just like that , come for me, come for your baby...”

He gasping and whimpering right over you, jaw slack but not fully able to really kiss you back right now, so you decided to toy his bottom lip around your tongue. “Harder,harder” You instruct low and breathy tight into his mouth. “Fuckkk”

You clench your muscles around him as hard as you can, moaning loud and unfiltered until your coming, hard. Your spazzing and coming all over his cock and it’s actually almost pailful at this point.

“Yes, fuck baby ..your so good, soo perfect... ” You can feel that he needed this ,not just physically, just everything, about him in this moment screams how bad he needs this! There's no way he's coming no matter how close until you do, until you milk him through it!

You swear for a minute your heads spinning, fuzzy and lightheaded, ears burning as he rips you apart nerve by nerve...like he said...Just how you taught him! It takes a minute a good minute for you to pull you shit together and fuck if it dosent do wonders for you baby’s ego!

You whimper directly against his lips, gaze heavy, still completely fucked out “Such a good boy, you’re doing so good, come for me baby…” His thrust are becoming sporadic and out of rhythm because you don't stop stroking your clit, so your still spazzing around him, your still coming! You've always been one for over stimulation, I mean fuck you have 6 lovers for fucks sake how could you not. Your coming, moaning,painting and it’s ripping Tae’s orgasm straight from his body whether he was ready for it or not!

Taehyung cries and you can feel is cock twitch one more time before hes coming, snapping his hps forward, and stalling in place as you clench down around him! moaning louder and louder, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tae collapses forward once he’s finished, so spent and you pull him closer, encouraging him to rest on top of you no matter how heavy he truly is.

“So good,” you whisper “Always such a good boy for me…” He leans down, completely blissed eyes heavy, and kisses you slow...intimate...hands gently stoking up and down your thighs as the two of you breathe as one… realizing this isn't really the time or place for this but you need amount to fully come down!! “I love you…” Slurs off your tone completely spent, and you feel him smile against your lips.

“ I Love you” A moan starts on his tongue and ends on the top of yours as he slides out, you can feel the come leaking onto the desk. Before you can even process what’s happening you see Tae drop down to his knees...bracing your thighs on either side of his head. Scooping up as much of the overflow as he can pushing, his fingers in knuckle deep curling upwards in the process...Thighs threatening to clench around his head in over secretive as a low whine hisses from your lips!

“Oh my god” Fingers seamlessly found there place in his soft, slight damp locks, tugging on his scalp relentlessly as you rolled your hips into his tongue. Though you really should be running away from the sensation but fuck, you can;t help it! Low breathy whines and moans fell from your lips the harder he sucked your clit between his lips, moaning out as all of your arousal's coat his tongue. Your clit is still rock hard and your literally a second away from coming all over again...that is,,until he slides in 3 fingers deep and apparently where Taehyung is concerned you don’t even have a refraction time because...

“Tae-baby- fuckkkk” Back coming to a complete arch as you came with a silent cry, you were panting so hard you almost felt like you were about to pass out. Taehyung’s tongue was still relentless, causing you to jerk and twitch away from him, trying to edge your way up the bed but it was no use..you were already crowning the headboard.

“Please, fuck - I can’t , I can’t …” Thankfully it seems as though he agreed, maybe it’s because your thighs wouldn’t stop spazzing and you soiled the spot right beneath your ass you were so wet! Kissing, licking, sucking a path from your clit, up your stomach, sliding your dress back into place, before his face was finally flush to yours. Sliding his tongue into your mouth without warning, kissing you deep and messy,letting you taste a combination of Tae, Joon and yourself thoroughly as you licked the excess coming from the corners of his lips causing you both to moan. Hands soothing up your trembling thighs trying to sooth you but it was no use..you were a mess!

Taehyung could feel them vibrating against his palm. Smiling smugly against your lips, clearly pleased with the sudden state your in . Locking your thighs around his waist, bracing his hands beneath for support because he can feel how pliant your entire body is beneath him.

“Wrap your arms around my neck” Whispered against your lips as he kissed you again while shifting off the desk, gripping your bag, and leading the two of you down the hall into your office. Voice sitting even husker now than it did initially....eyes still comptely blown out

Laying you gently on the leather chaise against the wall and you can’t help but smile up at him with nothing but fondness. Remembering those days when your baby boy was still lost in that fuck boy phase and thought after care was not kicking his partner out after! Now you watch as he slowly spreads your thighs apart. Cleaning you gently with a couple baby wipes kissing every inch of skin he touches in the process before doing the same to himself.Tucking his spent cock back into his leather pants with a slight hiss due to oversensitiveness…

“Thank you baby…” Taking his hand in your kissing along his knuckles “Fuck Tae, you were in a mood this morning...holyshit” An exhausted chuckle leaves your lips as you settle into the cushions, your thighs were literally still humming.

“Aye gotta make a lasting impression before you go meet my replacement right??” He tried to laugh it off, but not only did his “smile” not even remotely reach his eyes...you could hear light tremor laced within his delivery that he tried to mask by said laugh!

Brows scrunching to the middle of your face immediately because...WHAT!?

“Speaking of, you and Yoongi have that 2:30 interview with Jungkook. So you might wanna dip out and shower first, you just might still end up feeling kinda sticky, between me and Joonie there’s just..fuck..”

To be honest, everything kinda melted into a blur and it almost seemed as though you really weren’t listening because all you kept thinking about is him saying you were going to meet his “Replacement…”

“I mean even with a pantyl-”

“What?!” You honestly did not mean for your response to come out as snappy as it did but again… WHAT!?

“I said you might wanna-“

“That’s, what this was about?!” Brows furrowed in the center of your face in confusion more than anything because what the fuck Tae! “First off, he was your idea, but if he makes you uncomfortable for any reason we don’t have to interview him! You have to work with him too baby, I don't want-” You know your deliveries off so you find yourself reaching up to gently caress his jaw, which is a stark contrast to your tone at the moment!

“No, no” Flagging his hand in the air dismissively “ I want you to, he seems like a good kid and like he knows his shit Yoongi needs..no he deserves that..he already does so much!” Nervously raking his hands down the nonexistent wrinkles on his black silk dress shirt. “I don’t know baby, ignore me I’m just being stupid …”

He gets up with a box of Clorox whips and sprays heading back to the lobby so you opt to follow, no matter how much your thighs are literally screaming at you the entire time! Well aware that the desk without a doubt needs to be toughly whipped down with the next half hour before production starts trickling in! Kicking up the air as well to get the humidity out of the atmosphere, thankfully space had an open enough floor plan that, the typical sex smell That may clog up a bedroom wasn’t as potent…

Without even sparing you a second glance he starts spraying down the desk, whipping the surface diligently, actually somewhat aggressively which let you know he felt a way about this. Nobody's jaw just twitches while they clean..he was annoyed…

“Ugh no.” Reaching out to grasp his wrist halting his movements, and now it was clear he was adverting your gaze, eyes locking on a fucking paperclip to his right… “ I will not ignore you and your feelings are valid, always, even if I don’t quite understand them.” Exchanging his wrist for his jaw, gripping it firm enough to firm him to make eye contact and there's nothing subtle about how glazed over they were…

“Baby…” Cooed off your lips as you stoked his face you watched his nose twitch as he tried desperately not to cry, so you leaned down... Placing a lingering yet innocent kiss along his lips. No ulterior motive just hoping it gave him some sort of comfort…. Feeling the way he just melted into you...yet the tension stayed evident within his body…”Talk to me Tae..please..:”

He didn’t pull away fully, resting his forehead flush to yours “I don’t know... I just-”

The two of you pull apart the minute you hear the faint ding of the elevator, eyes instantly scanning the camera to see it’s nobody but Joon. Starbucks, and Mcdonalds in hand, clumsily trying to type in the code so Taehyung decides to be the one to break apart and help him out. More so because he just really didn’t want to get into this right now….never has he been so thankful that Namjoon’s early!

Heading for the door to help your husband lord knows how clumsy he is the last thing we need is coffee all over your freshly polished floors. Looking fine as ever....sometimes you really don’t understand how the fuck you go so damn lucky! Wind swept freshly dyed ice blonde locks, all black slacks and fitted blazer...

He smiles down at Tae, who tilts his chin upward, silently asking, and Namjoon already knows...placing a kiss along his lips that started out innocent... Until he caught a taste of something lingering on Taehyung’s tongue, which rips a deep groan from the back of his throat. The second his tongue breaches the seam of his lips, his entire body freezes, feeling the almost violent manner in which the younger was shaking against his frame had Namjoon pulling back instantly...Searching your eyes for some sort of clarity as to why Tae looks like he’s about to cry. Or why he holding onto his blazer for dear life....

‘Baby??” Namjoon’s tone is tentative, scared...uneasy.and honestly, you aren't sure which one of you he’s addressing so you speak up.

“It seems as though Tae is feeling a type of way about us possibly hiring Jeon…” You're cautious of your tone, keeping it light, concerned but not accusatory because you really don’t know what’s going on honestly! Watching your husband’s brows furrow having no idea who the hell you’re referring to.. And it rips a snort from your lips and a wet chuckle form Tae’s as he gently whips his eyes...trying to catch the stray tears that have betrayed him and slipped out…

“The kid who just graduated from USC...the production major Yoongi and Yn are interviewing today...and it’s not that I feel a type of way I just..”

“Tae, your crying…” He almost sounds heartbroken even repeating the words and your stomach drops as you take in the two men you love to death. At a loss as to what has Taehyung so uneasy that he’s crying. And why it hindsight it seems now, felt the need to fuck you before your interview so you wouldn’t’ “Forget” him. How the fuck could you ever forget him!? He’s never been one to be insecure...ever!

“You don’t just cry for shits and giggles...baby....” Tae turns his head but the light catches the glaze in his eyes, and how hard his jaw twitches int he process..

“Aye” Namjoon’s tone just says “Look at me” not even leaving it up for debate and he dose...regardless of how bad he wan’t to doesn't even think about it.

“ Just because you’re not listed under CEO dose not mean your opinions and concerns as far as who we bring into this company aren’t valid. You know this…before we had this big fancy building and all these employees it was just the 7 of us...don’t think we’d ever forget that”

Eyes flickering around the room slightly, upon seeing the mess onto of the desk and he kinda puts two and two together… “What were you doin before I came in??” Voice low, tentative...comforting…bringing his gaze down to the cleaning supplies in hand.

“Ugh, cleaning the desk…” His voice breaks at the end, and he won’t even look at the two of you….”

“Kay, how about I finish cleaning the desk, and you go talk to Joon, and I’ll be in there in like 5 ...Okay?” Swaying over in his direction, taking the box of wipes, and spray from his hand before placing a kiss to the side of his head. Pulling back to do the same to your husband…whose eyes are desperately looking to yours for some form of directions that you, unfortunately, can’t give right now!

Taehyung just nodds, snuffling a couple more times as he fiddles nervously with the collection of rings dancing along his fingers. Many of which are gifts from his 6 favorite people at this point…..

Namjoon walks over and places the bags and tray of drinks on the glass table in the center of the room..wiggling his fingers in the younger’s direction.

“Come talk to me Tae, Tae..”

That’s all she wrote for now, I feel like there's a lot of DOM Tae FF’s which I love, however when I look past “V” and meet the two in the middle I don’t get straight dom vibes..lol sorry not sorry..but either way it’s all for fun and I hope you all enjoyed. Part 1 is attached, it's Joon X OC with Tae coming in at the end…NOTE this is not only a Tae centered AU....

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#taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #bts au #kim taehyung au #kpop smut #kpop au #namjoon #namjoon au

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Jade Thirlwall on how Little Mix’s new era is all about having fun

Has there ever been a time when we’ve needed a glorious new Little Mix single more than right now? Probably not.

The UK’s biggest girl group are back for their sixth era and have brought with them an 80s-tinged pop anthem that’ll swoop you out of your isolation blues.

Written by Jade Thirlwall, Perrie Edwards and Leigh-Anne Pinnock with Kamille, Frank Nobel and Linus Nordstrom, Break Up Song is a whopper of a return, pairing love-lorn lyrics with sky-soaring synths.

While working from home this week, we caught up with Jade over the phone to speak about Little Mix’s highly-anticipated new album, Leigh-Anne’s iconic new mullet, how they have protected the well-being of contestants on their upcoming BBC One talent show and, of course, which queens she’s enjoying on the latest season of Drag Race.

Hi Jade! How are you coping in isolation? Not too bad. I haven’t got cabin fever just yet.

I follow you on Instagram and saw that you’ve already completed a Disney castle Lego set… Oh yeah, what a dream!

That’s one way to keep yourself occupied. Have you got any more Lego sets left? No but I’ve ordered more! I’ve got jigsaws and board games and stuff like that, so as it stands I’m quite highly entertained to be honest.

I love how you’re going old school with it. None of this House Party app stuff. [Laughs] Well I am a bit of a Nana!

Well a new Little Mix single is exactly what we all need right now. Yes, 100%. I love that it’s a very uplifting, happy, cheery pop song. That’s what Little Mix are best at I think. I’m really excited for this new era.

Break Up Song is a brilliant return, so why did you decide on that track to kick-start the LM6 era? There was actually a different song that was the front-runner for the first single, and Break Up Song pretty much swooped in at the last minute. The video was ready and everything for this other song. We wrote Break Up Song over a year ago and we listened to it again in the playback session and we were like, ‘wait a minute – this should be the first single.’ So we called the label and was like, ‘This has to be it now.’ We got that jittery feeling that we had with Shout Out To My Ex and Black Magic where it just felt special.

It’s definitely one of those songs that you find yourself getting lost in – it kind of encapsulates you. Yeah, I love that. I agree. It’s one of those songs that you want to listen to again right after. I just had a really good feeling about it, so hopefully everyone else feels the same.

How did the 80s vibe come about? When we’re writing, we work really well when we’re given a definite brief. Whether it’s an era of music or a very strong concept, that’s when we write the best music. We were playing around in the studio with Kamille, Frank Nobel and Linus Nordstrom with the synths, and it just sort of happened. This was well before artists right now started coming out with more of the 80s vibe. I know The Weeknd brought out an 80s vibe song, and so has Dua Lipa. It was before that happened so it’s quite a coincidence. I guess it’s a good thing now that that’s where Top 10 is at at the minute.

Can we talk about Leigh-Anne’s mullet for a second please. What a serve. Honestly, it’s iconic isn’t it? Nobody else could’ve pulled that mullet off!

As soon as you see it you’re like, ‘I never knew I needed this in my life’. How did you all decide on which classic 80s look you’d get? Well hun, I’ve got a bloody mountain of hair on my head so I could never have squashed that mullet on! So I worked with what I’ve got and went for the side sweep and kept all me long hair out. Then obviously the video shoot as well – which is a shame it ended up getting cancelled because of everything that is going on at the minute – but we wanted to go the whole 80s hog and do the full shebang. We came up with the treatment and everything and it was really exciting, but we’re still going to do something really cool for the video. We just like going all-out, don’t we? If you’re going to do something, you’d better commit to it.

For you personally, what’s your favourite thing about 80s pop culture? I just love how full-on it was. I’m all or nothing, me. I’m either very androgynous – which really suits the 80s era with that Bowie vibe – or like drag queen vibes. I loved that in the 80s all the lads were rocking make-up and hair like it was nothing. It’s a shame it sort of died down. I loved a bit of Bananarama. I loved Diana Ross when she was going out of that sort of dancey era. Obviously I wasn’t alive in the 80s, but I have memories of sitting with my dad watching VH1 Classics where I’d see it all.

So you’ve been busy at work on the sixth album – what can you tell us about that? With this era we haven’t over-thought it. We’ve just gone with what feels good and not worried as much about what’s cool or what people will want to hear. It’s very much been, ‘OK, this is an amazing song – it’s going on the album.’ That has lifted a weight off our shoulders really. It was quite a stressful process for LM5 and the change of labels and everything. For this, we were very much left to have fun and get back to what we really love about being Little Mix.

The best music is always made when an artist is having fun with it and there’s an authenticity to it. Yeah, 100% – and that’s not to say we didn’t love LM5 because we wrote so much of that album and we put so much into it. That whole era was very much about what we stood for; female empowerment, women’s rights and it was very topical in that moment. It’s something we are very passionate about. We really did get that message across. But we’ve done that now, so now it’s time to let our hair down a bit and have some fun.

You’ve always pushed the Little Mix sound throughout your career, but have managed to retain a sense of identity with it as well. Whatever direction you go in, you always know it’s a Little Mix song. What do you think, at this point, is the key ingredient for a Little Mix song? Whatever sounds popular at that minute, we’ll also be like, ‘OK, let’s jump on it and do it, but make it Little Mix’ instead of just cloning what everyone else is doing. We’re a girl band so immediately it’s different for us. I wouldn’t say it’s harder, but we always have to make sure that we don’t sound too cheesy because we are a pop girl group and people automatically have this weird sort of opinion about pop groups in general. So it’s about constantly proving ourselves and it’s why we can adapt with the times. We’ve been together for nearly nine years now, so the proof is in the pudding that we’re managing to adapt and change with every era, while still remaining Little Mix-y. We’ve also maintained the fans who have been with us from the beginning, while keeping the younger audience as well. It’s about being authentic and sticking to our guns in who we are and what we want to do. It’s been a very gradual process. When we were 18, we very much looked 18! But with each year we’ve grown as women.

And now you’re searching for a new band! Little Mix: The Search is coming soon. Talk about coming full circle from being put together on a talent show to creating your own new group all these years later. How have you found being on the other side of that process? It’s so bizarre – it’s very strange. Obviously we’ve been in their position and we know how that feels to be standing in front of judges and singing for them. So I feel like we really relate to the contestants more and really empathise with them and make sure the process is as fun as it can possibly be for them. It’s been really difficult to say ‘no’ to people, because we’ve had those knock-backs before. It can be really crushing. It has been emotionally draining having to let people go. It’s hard telling people that they’re not quite there yet. But on the other side, we have found some insanely talented people and it’s just so exciting. Every single group that we’ve formed are special in their own way.

As you say, you’ve been through a process like this yourself, so did you all make sure you put in protections for the contestants from the off? We’ve very much been involved through the whole process. A massive chunk of the budget for the show has gone on after care and mental health. There’s going to be counsellors there constantly looking after the contestants in the house. Even if someone doesn’t get through we have an after care process where the researchers call them up each week to check in on how they are. There’s been a lot of focus on making sure they are looked after, which I think we could have very much done with back in the day! It was really very important to us to make sure that was put in place.

You said earlier that you’re heading into your ninth year as a group, which means that 10th anniversary is on the horizon. Have you started to think about how you’d like to celebrate that because it’s a huge milestone? Honestly I can’t believe it. Especially with the other girls because they’ve all got partners and they’re settled down and grown up, and I’m just sitting here thinking, ‘Bloody hell, when did this all happen?’ Obviously we’ll be putting on a big tour and we’ll have the new album. I don’t know exactly what we’ll be doing next year – especially with everything going on. Things are being pushed back. We just take each day as it comes to be honest. I’m still having an absolute ball.

Whatever it is it’ll be something celebratory because 10 years is a massive achievement. Oh absolutely – and you know me, I’ll be at every bloody Pride going next year! Especially now they’ve been cancelled this year. It’s all very upsetting, but hopefully we can perform at some big Prides next year.

Obviously I need to talk to you about Drag Race. You’ve been watching the new season so do you have any early favourites? Yeah! Who am I liking at the minute? Who’s the really model-y one? Is it Gigi?

Yes, Gigi Goode! We love her. She is really serving the looks. I do love a Look Queen. But to me, as it stands, there’s not any proper front-runners yet.

It feels like a very strong season from the off. Yeah exactly, which is amazing. Even last week when Rock M. Sakura got sent home, I was like, ‘Wow I didn’t expect that.’ I didn’t expect the first queen to go home either. It’s very entertaining and it’ll keep us all entertained while we’re indoors. Very much here for it. Who’s your favourite?

I really like Gigi too, and I actually really like Heidi N Closet. She’s really funny. Yes she is funny! I like the French one as well, Nicky Doll. I think she’s a bit of a dark horse.

When you were a guest judge on Drag Race UK last year was it everything you expected it to be? When I tell you that that was one of the best days of my life… I was in my absolute element. It was just heaven on Earth. I was proper fan-girling. I was trying my best to act really cool and be the glamorous pop star who didn’t care, but inside I was screaming! It was just perfect. It was amazing being on set and seeing how it all works. Seeing them lip sync to one of our songs was incredible! I made a few friends off the back of it as well. I still speak with The Vivienne quite a lot. I’d love to do it again.

Did you feel the pressure when they did the runway to come up with funny quips about their looks? When we were on set they actually said for the UK one that RuPaul, Michelle Visage and Graham Norton very much believe in it, so I told myself, ‘Oh here hun, shut your hole’. The last thing I want to do is try to crack a joke that doesn’t get a laugh, do you know what I mean? So I thought I’d just shut up for that bit! But I feel like I served some good lines during the critiques and stuff, so I was happy with that.

As a fan of the show for many years, did appearing as a guest judge change your perception of it in any way? If anything it made me love it even more. I was especially happy that my first appearance on it was for the UK one. If I’m totally honest, before I turned up I was thinking ‘I dunno how they’re going to make the UK one not feel less…’ But actually when I got there I was pleasantly surprised. After watching it as well, I feel like the UK was the best one for me. I loved the British humour and how they didn’t Americanise it too much. I loved seeing all the behind-the-scenes of the show. The studio is absolutely freezing so that none of the queens’ make-up melted! I was sitting with a hot water bottle on my lap under the desk.

The British queens really pulled through and I’m now really excited for the second season of the UK version. Absolutely, and now everyone has seen how amazing it is, even more queens are going to want to do it.

Little Mix’s new single Break Up Song is available to stream now.

#jade thirlwall #lm6 #break up song promo #27mar20 #article #this was a cute interview and i didnt wanna annoy you all with every single quote so here is the full thing

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worldcakecakecake · 5 years

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Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

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I’m so sorry it took forever!!!!!! But here it is and I hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 68

Four days of battle trespassed, boiling, firing, menace growing stronger, skies coated in smoke and brilliance of red and the occasional different colors from all different tactics that had been used. Tragic deaths began piling, wounded needed instant care and so, a plan directed by Kiku himself was put in place. A further division was made, an area that they tried hard to keep away from the explosion, throws and raptures of the dark. There the wounded were taken, healers put to work, filled of sufferings, desperation, shown in the rush of nurses and doctors, who had already witnessed deaths and everything around them shone that there would only be more. The smoke and red in the distance was of no aid, and the sounds of battle still rang loudly even there, granting more nightmares and making it much difficult to heal completely. Kiku managed the overseeing while the rest of the royals decided on continuing their fight. For him it was like battling in the very core as he had done before this was settled, jumping from tent to tent, incantations, stitching, disinfecting, bandaging, calming minds and stopping the bloods that poured. Not all the time did it work and Kiku had seen his fair share of last breaths, of sharing in prayers and guidance with the near healers, no more time to give, having to move on with the next despite the hurt of the last.

“Sadiq, really, you need more time,” Kiku said, still bandaging the man’s arm, another young Spadian girl helping with a cloth to rid sweat and dirt.

“My other arm works just fine!” He whaled, raising one of his dual swords, sure despite the tone in his voice.

“You’ll only risk yourself at losing that one too! Arun, take him to Zack. He specifies in this kind of wound and could get him ready in a couple minutes!”

“Will do!” She headed off, holding Sadiq well into the havoc camp.

Kiku was intended to head and heal the head injuries of some wounded citizens of the white kingdom, when his path was interrupted by the entrance of another royal, Elizabeta, using a warrior bear, those trained by the Club Kingdom. She jumped quickly out, battered, bloodied, parts of her armor displaced and missing.

“Where’s Jakub?” She demanded, ferocious and without an ounce of peaceful light.

“At the edges of the fight surely.”

“I need to see him now.”

“What is the matter?”

“He has Petre potions and I need one now,” she demanded in a harshness Kiku was not adjusted from her.

“Petre potions? Elizabeta, that could over exhaust you, even kill you in this state.”

“They need all the help they can get and I cannot, I cannot stop now.”

“Elizabeta, come with me, I can take you to other healers that can better help you.”

“They’ll only want me to rest.”

“And that’s what you need.”

“No! No, I won’t!” She practically growled, taking Kiku by the hem of his shirt, pulling close to see her angers, blazing like the very fires in the horizon. “Don’t make me stop now when its raging hell over there. They need me now and I cannot stall and loose time like this. I have to…I have to be there for Roderich…he’s…tired, wasted and I don’t think he can resist this any longer. Vladimir is keeping him hidden under a protective shield and I doubt it can last. I will not stand to watch them die, so please, call him and I’ll-” tears were in her eyes, lost, confused and unrecognizable. Kiku remained in her hanging lost on how to answer to this lost and frightened woman.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeta, but I cannot risk your life like this.”

She broke as if they had torn her husband before her, and she answered how she learned to do so the last hours, by brandishing a throw and aiming in attack. Kiku cringed and was about to prepare a shield of defense, but that hand instead met the large silver of a sword. It didn’t cut as it wasn’t the edge, just a stand, a quick defense before it could follow through. There were three heavy breaths, Elizabeta and Kiku turning to meet with the Heartian Queen, holding the handle of the sword that divided, along with his mother and brother. The three looked as disheveled, piled with dirt, cuts, tears in their armors and uniforms, exhausted, but a great force aiding in getting them to even stand there.

Between them was a paralyzing silence, away from time even as the commotion of painful moans and distant battle rung on.

“Please, stand back, Elizabeta,” Feliciano commanded, with queenly tone that called for instant obedience, even from another Queen. She did, innocence in her eyes, along with an awakening that made her shake, made her look into her hands as if there was a high crime in them. She could have broken, could have shrilled for the whole camp to hear, but Feliciano made sure to act quick. He was not going to make her loose hope and faith.

“Gupta!” He called, noticing him along with his own group, heading out, ready for battle after surely getting sufficiently healed.

“Yes, your majesty?” He bowed.

“You and your sand casters are ready to act?”

“Instantly, sir!”

“Take Elizabeta with you and make a tunnel attack. Find Roderich and help her to bring him here.”

“Right away!” They settled direction towards.

“Come, let’s go,” Dua took the Clubian Queen’s hand in assurance and they all went to their mission, the three Valenti watching that they were off as well as they could in the situation.

Feliciano let his commanding demeanor fall, with it breathing and easing whatever grasps he kept.

“Feliciano, thank you so much!” Kiku thanked, coming to aid in a hold to his Queen.

“This is driving us insane,” he commented.

“What has happened?” He rarely heard reports.

“Khaos practically kicking our asses and the alignment hasn’t even started yet,” Lovino harshly informed, sickened and maddened. Renata glared, but Lovino shrugged it.

Kiku turned to Feliciano, hoping to hear a difference.

“He keeps creating more men, but we’ve noticed that it’s in a timely amount of batches. We’ve managed to defeat plenty of them, even take breaths in those in-betweens of creation, but each time they come stronger and smarter, understanding our plans before they’re carried out.”

“Khaos is purposely doing this to distract us,” Renata added.

“Have you faced him, Feliciano?”

“After the first day, our meetings are short, and I can’t get anything at him…he’s trying to avoid me.”

“He’s surely waiting for the alignment,” Lovino knew.

“I’m trying to do something before it can get to that.”

“We’ve already done most of our plans and have lost countless of men and women.”

“This is not looking good for when the alignment comes.”

“There’s still Ludwig and I. We still haven’t done the biggest of our plans.”

“And we can’t use them now. The threat is still imminent and the rest of us have to be in our best defense.”

“We’re losing most of it,” Lovino had noticed, checking a moving scroll that showed in lights the magic and formations of what had been it. Indeed only a half of the larger six part scale was standing.

Feliciano thought and came to a quick command, “we have to get them back. Lovino! Find Lili and convince Vash to let you with her cast the perimeter again. Mamma, the Baltic soldiers know the strong points, tell them to charge them again and help them hold back attacks while doing so.”

No disagrees or disobeys, they headed off to fulfill.

“Kiku, I need a recovery.”

“Instantly!”

They could have gone immediately, but it was just as a ferocious winged lion came, Ludwig falling and taking heading to his queen. Pookie above him took his own rest by transforming back to his little form, cuddling and wanting love after all he had witnessed, one Feliciano could spare to give.

“How’s everything?” Ludwig joined in the holding Kiku gave.

“I’m fine, I swear.”

“We’re managing how we can.”

“How have you dealt?”

“We just finished riding a batch and still no sign of Khaos. Infantries are remaining to fend off for the next one and are replenishing in energy while they wait. I came here for my own recovery and wondering if any more would be willing to join me back.”

“I’ll go with you!”

And so the three worked quick to get those very recoveries, new bandages, new armors, deciding new weapons and making new plans.

“So, what are we going to do?” Feliciano said as he finished the last wrapping on his arm, to make sure the new gloves stayed during the continuing fight.

“Move and search for Khaos. There’s nothing else we can do,” Ludwig made sure his new padding were well strapped.

“There has to be something. We can’t possibly exhaust our men and women like this without even reaching an alignment.”

“There are still many plans to be fulfilled.”

“I know, but if we can-”

“Where’s the harp?” They walked on silent this time, Feliciano nervous to speak. “It is here, isn’t it?”

“It is…but it’s not its fight yet.”

“Not its fight? Feliciano, that could be our key to defeating him now before he reaches the alignment.”

“It won’t work. It will only hinder him and what we need is to kill him. Augusta herself told me for the alignment it would be at its most powerful. I am waiting till then to-”

“Out! Out! Out I say!” Ivan came imposing, leading behind him a group from American provinces in Clubs. They brought a wounded, very familiar one, moaning, practically lifeless, the bed oozing blood and his dark skin looking paler.

“Amaro…” Feliciano recognized.

“Make way! Make way! Make way! He needs help now!” Martín shouted. With Elisa’s help, together they hurriedly moved to the nearest healer that offered, opening an entrance for them, a bed ready and already cast and incantations started. Ludwig and Feliciano couldn’t leave when it was someone they had known well, that they had sang, danced, joked and chatted wonderfully with, now with no light that presented what he had once been.

They joined the rest of the group inside the tent, helping the healers with the expected procedure, trying out spells and incantations that continued to fail. Last resort, Feliciano began to use healing magic with the intensity of his Ace power, it was through it that he discovered for the first time woven lines of faith and destiny in a person, sacred and created by the hands of an Ace. He learned how it started…and how it ended, the plan that not even he could go against and had to let it lead on as intended by the nature the Aces created. He understood as it had been with his grandfather, and could only sigh, kneeling to join the rest. “Somebody take his hand, please.”

Corisande took it desperately, thinking it some part of another healing magic.

“Speak to him…tell him goodbye.”

They all turned with equal shattered expressions.

“What do you mean? Can’t you not-”

“Please…” Feliciano let his eyes water, a great understanding in them that made them all utter such words, close to their friend, talking of past times, of other loved ones, of assurances, prayers, expectancies and waiting. They went on, until Amaro couldn’t hold any more breaths, until a calling became clearer, welcoming and reliving away from these pains. Whatever it was, it embraced him and took with it its last breaths, holds and color, right off his friends’ last embraces and words.

There was nothing more and the first one to act on the dreaded realization was Corisande, who wept loudly and laid on the body, a call hoping to keep him, to let this not be what was happening, to act on such misery and also release the tension, the weight of this awful battle and what it was costing.

Shouts came from outside the tent, calls to the battle, with surely a new batch about to come. Ludwig and Feliciano had to head to it, having to make their way out, slowly, without a word or comforts to spare.

“Please, provide the funeral that you can,” he told a passing healer, who nooded and began quick on the preparations they were used to by now.

Feliciano stared on from the tent opening, with only the same scene of farewell and passing, wishing that there was more he could do.

“I really hope you leaving the harp for later is worth it,” Ludwig commented rather harshly, leaving and joining the new rush of newly healed soldiers that were to head back to the fret.

Those words only gave more weight to Feliciano, a guilt, a crush that could have had him whimpering on the ground if it wasn’t for the severity of the situation.

“Ludwig, I told you, it’s worthless now, Augusta herself told me,” Feliciano tried to defend, going behind him.

“Never mind what she said, it can help now and you’re only endangering more lives by continuing to wait.”

“I’ll only risk more lives if I use it now.”

“How could it do so? How dangerous can it truly be?”

“The vision Augusta gave me was more grandiose than you can imagine, only meant for the intensity of what Khaos will become and anyone in between would surely die. It won’t reach that power without the alignment and it needs all that energy for when the time comes. Please, trust me, Ludwig, I’ll know what to do!”

“I know! I know!...I know…” he exploded, but then calmed, managing a breath in the middle of turmoil, peace in this space between him and his Queen. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I’m just…tired and…terribly worried…about all, about you, I…I’m so scared,” he fell, letting himself weakness, but showing him human.

Feliciano closed in and caressed his face, raising him to his strength, for their eyes to connect in powerful magic. “There is still so much we haven’t proven…plans and ideas we haven’t done. Our time will come and Khaos will know to fear us. We’ll do fine…we will defeat him. I’m sure we can do this together,” he smiled and Ludwig couldn’t hold his own back, taking that hold of his hand, kissing it and showing his belief in those words.

They had learned well from the other to show pride and strength, and it shone well even in that disastrous center they took. For a moment they were ignorant, a closing in for their lips, a last delight before battle, when Ludwig felt something odd in the direction the soldiers were taking. They weren’t going forward, but backwards, scared, not at all in the orders they were trained for. Feliciano noticed as well, both turning their gazes forward, only to see more people coming in frantic crowds.

“What’s going on?” He told a passing White Kingdom member, who seemed tired, fear taking her voice.

“They’re coming! They’re coming here! We have to move this entire camp now!” She headed off, now the royals noticing how these new soldiers came to help everything to be moved.

“But…the defensive shields?” Feliciano wondered.

“Did not work.” Something crashed, in burning intense lights of darkness, giant, all in the area, including Ludwig and Feliciano, flying and burning to the magic, fallen and trying to breathe out the new pain.

New shouts of terror, a new flight of darkness, men in those evil colors invading what they could do in their waking vision. Some did well to quickly defend, healers picking their sick and driving them away as far as they could. Others fought, but it was a large multitude in a space they had thought was safe, outnumbered, sudden, with other larger worries than those of attacking with their highest abilities, not something they could do when there were countless of wounded and sick that needed more healing in the area. It was in this disarray that Khaos decided to appear himself in, smiling, uncaring and only commanding more men to take and ravage how they wanted.

“You’re evil!” Feliciano shouted, taking instant stand, his sword glowing with a special red spell that worked to gain more energy as well as to give to any of the warriors that continued to fight in the vicinity.

“Oh, such a word doesn’t bother me!” Khaos only shrugged it, perfect stride, elegant in his wear, coming close as if he was walking down to his powerful throne. “You still bother to try? Go on right ahead, nothing will work. I do like a good practice though. So, come, what do you have for me now?”

Feliciano was ready to pierce that energy with his sword right in the center, raging with fires ready, instead, the figure was gone, stumbled out with a special field that knocked him, made him cut and bleed, furious reds back in his eyes that only made him darker and with new maddened magic to grow.

Kiku now stood in aid, having used a staff to omit his spell. “Mind if I join? I have to practice myself.”

Feliciano smiled in his welcome and now Ludwig stood as well, fixed from his fall, magic on his fists.

Khaos sat and stared to the three together, laughing, calling forward dual curved swords, beginning a lighting of dark magic power.

“Ah yes! All three great highnesses of the proud Hearts! What a banquet this will be! I will enjoy what I will do to your people!”

“I will forbid it!” Kiku bellowed, jumping forward, high his staff going and calling a gain of red stars that crashed in the landing of the dark king. It managed a burning of those clothes he had strutted so well to show, angering, clawing and trying a riding of Kiku’s staff with bare hands, his swords now tucked away. Feliciano joined in kicks and punches, his sword a support, to keep him grounded or distracted while Kiku continued to throw different spells on him. Whenever Kiku needed time, Ludwig will take control, his own physical attacks blended with dark and Heartian magic firing at every core of Khaos. Yet their many successes, Khaos would still grab them with extended rays of cracked darkness, throw them against harsh debris, choke, pierce with electrifying poison through their bodies that would leave them incapacitated, sometimes only having but one or two of the three fighting while another tried quick healing techniques. More than ever they appreciated those long hours of training with Mr. Egilhard, of learning to really work together at whatever strengths, they just wished they could omit more.

After a long moment, they were beginning to get tired, dirty and bruised, Khaos not giving a single chance to breathe as he continued his physical assaults, tinged with poison that made it painful to give any stance. They couldn’t grow or release any spell like this, now only depending on the force they gave their weapons and their throws. Ludwig kept forcing magic even if it exhausted him more, the only of the three being able to use darkness to their advantage. He kept reigning sparks to electrocute and burn, what they couldn’t reach, he cut at Khaos with his sword, wonderfully between rays he called, like nothing was dragging or hurting every extend.

Ludwig had succeeded in making Khaos sweat, heave, loose enough sight so Kiku could push and pull, Feliciano focusing on healing and spreading more energy to his companions. It was too much, for both Ludwig and Kiku’s skin was starting to burn from the intense power. Kiku was going through enough to mind, while for Ludwig, it wasn’t the first time, and years and spending a childhood on dealing with this helped to keep him standing and attacking. Yet despite how hard he tried to ignore it, to focus more on the positive power, it wasn’t enough to equilibrate. It was a slight movement out of place that Khaos took to his advantage, grabbing that attack and using it to take Ludwig and slam him gone, pierced to the ground, damaged, every strain landing to keep him landed and trapped between the debris. Khaos smiled, traitorous, unmerciful as he raised high a large bladed sword. Its aim was to impact and shred the Heartian King to nothing, easy that instant, Ludwig trying to heal, trying to move, but there was no action he could call. Just when Khaos was to take the plunge, there was a shout, a push, he met with the ground. Khaos stood quick to try and get back at the King, instead his sword met the small yet menacing blade of the Queen, rubbing and actually having him move back, more so with a fire that rung in the smaller man’s eyes.

“You stand away! Stay away from my husband!” He shouted, pushing him more.

Khaos didn’t bother, trying to move aside, only to meet once again with the sword. No matter how he moved around, Feliciano swiftly and with great maneuver was before him, their swords meeting and yet the same burn in his eyes, an anger more intense than the body it inhabited.

“Move away!” He tried to command.

“Never!” A slash pushing him more so, with a powerful tone in his voice, mighty and as a towering as an Ace’s should be.

Khaos knew it as a sign…a sign that the alignment was drawing closer. In a glance up, he almost let himself be torn in two right by the top of his head, but he stopped the blade with his bare hands just before. He held the weapon above him, still with life and determination to keep its harsh descend, shaking and eager. There was shine in Feliciano’s eyes, with danger, feral, wanting nothing more than his demise. It wouldn’t fear him, Khaos told himself, it was nothing, there was always a weakness he could spot, something out of place, something different. That’s when his eyes focused on the gloves.

From what he met him when he first entered field and of the reports his spying men would send him, Feliciano was not one to usually cover his hands. One’s power is freer to be set when hands are bared and Feliciano would surely not cover them on such battles. Unless…

“Are those gloves helping you?” He dared ask.

Feliciano only grew angrier, pushing his sword.

“Come, come, come now, what are the needs of such things?” He reached a hand to grasp one, Feliciano releasing one hand to smack it off, in that instant letting the sword fall away from its target. Khaos took that opportunity to quickly take a threatening hold of both Feliciano’s wrist, weakened, worried and fretting, his body one he could easily raise, to his wanting that instant.

Kiku tried to strengthen his healing spells, hoping he could stand to do something. Ludwig grasped his hands on the debris, trying to call a spell, anything to get his beloved away from those hands. Feliciano could only whimper, with only but one worry for his children despite how he tried to pull himself away, mouth dried for spells, weak and pained to try any of the bigger attacks.

“Something…is odd…” Khaos noticed Feliciano’s constant glances to the area he held, far from worry of cuts or even cleanliness.

No…there was something else. He had those very hands before him to see.

Slow, steady, managing to keep Feliciano still under grasps, he went for one, removing at a surprising silent pace. Feliciano tried to shout, tried to move away, to cry, but it only intensified the grasp from the other hand Khaos still kept. He couldn’t stop at his hand was now free, the glove useless on the ground, and the red jewel shone well, clean and beautiful in this disaster.

“Oh my…” Khaos inspected, but he was quick to come to conclusions, for eyes to widen and ring laughter to awake, for Kiku and Ludwig’s own reactions to reach, to fall, what they could see only trapping them more to the ground.

“Bearing! You went into battle bearing!” He shouted well in the area, an agreeable silence coming, all the near fighting stopping, surrounding soldiers, meeting with the news, Khaos raising Feliciano ever higher, exposed to a blame. Feliciano fretted, a break in his eyes that was delicious to Khaos. He tried to save the situation how he could, punching with intensity with his freed hand that showed everyone his expectance. It only worked to show that there was something else, so Khaos went to uncover the other gloved hand before he tried anything that could be successful.

“Ah! Twins!” He shouted, noticing the other jewel, raising Feliciano higher, now with a single hand, now having him hanging, finding it funny how Feliciano swung himself for an escape, kicking and grunting.

“Ludwig, you beast! You took my suggestion and enjoyed yourself. I’m actually kind of jealous, but what an outstanding job you have created.” He threw Feliciano, one of the hands landing right before Ludwig, the jewels there, true, red and…it was happening…Feliciano was…

Khaos noticed the oddity, the deep surprise in Ludwig’s eyes, how it kept him immobile, whatever spells or actions to try and raise him back up halted.

He was…trying to believe this.

“You…didn’t know?” He realized.

Ludwig glared at him, but with it Khaos came to understand enough.

“You didn’t know…” He turned to Kiku, kneeled forward, trying to get an impulse to move, but despite it…he could only stare at the jewel, commanded as well by the surprise.

“…you didn’t know.” Khaos turned to some of the other soldiers of the vicinity, different ones from different kingdoms, even some he noticed from his damned deceased sister’s. They were all just as paralyzed, as stricken to even do something to fight.

“None of you knew…nobody knew!” He shouted, well into the air, spun and letting it traverse across the field, ended with ferocious laughter. “How very unqueenly of you, Feliciano. Hiding such…blessing news,” he mocked with a sneer. “Augusta had twins herself, shortly before you know…she was supposed to face me. From what I know, it was because of that Romulus left her behind that day of the alignment. And oh! Now I get why you wanted to keep it a secret. Some trust you have in Ludwig, hm?” He teased, an annoying stance that Feliciano tried to punch at, but he was too weakened, it came out with nothing, not even a hit as he struggled to stand.

“Oh, no, no, no, we must protect the royal babies,” he cooed, evil still, moving away. He halted when he felt a sudden burn in his back, light magic he could tell. He expected to turn and see some annoying ant from the white kingdom, but he startled for a moment thinking it Augusta. No…it wasn’t her…it couldn’t be her. She grimaced, the magic in her hands intensifying and spreading like music, blackening more the skin under his robes, ready to shred he knew.

Despite how her hair was tousled, the dirt, the cuts, the bruises, even the way she slouched, she was fearsome, not letting herself minimize. He smirked, easily moving aside despite how he got the stronger part of the spell, an intense burn, but he walked past it, not wanting to show it, biting his teeth and only striding in the elegance and the fear inducing he wanted.

“I see you have a lot to talk about, so I better be off. I need to relax and have some tea. We can get back to business afterwards,” he turned and smirked, sadistic but even childlike, with a skip to his heals. A dark incantation and darkness spread across the area. All the dark men flew with him in smoke, to nothingness, to shocking silence, trace of evil gone, of battle screams, attacks, metal bangs, worded spells, nothing. Even the smoke, the smells, the haunting colors were gone, leaving it almost like nothing had ever happened.

Renata, sure that there was no threat that instant, much to her husband’s pull, she freed of it and kneeled next to her son, caressing his face, already starting healing spells and hurrying what she could with strains and blood stains. Vincenzo went and did the same with Ludwig.

“Amore! Amore! Tell me, where do you need the most help? What can I do?” She took in his arms, then settling them down until…the jewels, the proof…her youngest son was bearing, indeed twins…yet other grandchildren to have. Oh, in another situation she would have been ecstatic, jumping and shouting it to all, but now, she could only but sigh, give a slight caress, new weights of worry.

Feliciano didn’t want that…it was the whole reason he had hid it, avoiding this awful silence, blame, disappointment. There was another gaze worst, from blue eyes only, with anger and betrayal that Feliciano could feel burning on him without even having to look at Ludwig.

“Feliciano…” Kiku then came, wanting to offer his help alongside his mother, but of course…he was drawn to the jewels, still trying to understand, unknown and unsure, lost in even where to start.

Feliciano despised it all, glaring, moving his hands harshly away, hiding the marks by bringing both his hands together, hid in a cross on his chest.

“Mamma, Kiku, I need you to find him,” he went forward to commanding, trying to erase this.

“Khaos? Find Khaos? Feliciano, we really should be-”

“No…find him. I noticed a group of Amazonians still fighting in the area. Tell them I told you to join. Scout every part of the once field, get into the castle, dig, I don’t care, just find him.” There was such unfamiliar threat in his voice, refusing to look at them, at anybody, wanting to hide in a shelter of himself.

How they wanted to disobey, back out and instead work on the dealings needed for Feliciano and making sure the coming twins were safe as well. Renata raised a hand to argue, but the intensity she met in her son’s eyes, still in raging war, made her fear to a lowering, to an almost hypnotic state that forced her to stand, to even bow, taking Kiku alongside her to join.

“We shall,” she last said before they were off to the remnants of the last battles, through debris, bodies, smoke and battered weapons, to even worsened ruin lands in favor of obeying their Queen.

Feliciano thought he could finally breathe alone, away, but that’s when he noticed his father’s nearing, sharing the same array as the rest, a soothing in his voice as he was still trying to find the best way to speak to his own son.

“Feliciano…you still need to be taken to heal and…check. I will not take other orders.”

There were no others Feliciano could give him, no matter how he trembled as his mind tried to find something. It only worsened when he felt a near, connecting, and powerful figure stand despite his heavy injuries, walking forward, seeming to sink the ground around him and Feliciano wanted to join the dirt in whatever disappearance it took.

He couldn’t turn, he was too scared to turn. The last time he had felt like this with Ludwig…

he had tried so hard to forget those days, he thought them passed, a conquering that wouldn’t dare to come back, but here it was again and he had no other turn but to stare at those deepened lost blues of his husband. Unlike others, his glance to the jewels were quick, not as long as the ones he bore on Feliciano’s own eyes, speaking already anger, betrayal and large thoughts of disarrays.

“Ludwig…I…” Ludwig didn’t give him the chance to speak, he simply turned and walked, following the lead of some nurses, taking the forward walk himself even with a limp and a battered body. And Feliciano felt cold, felt like shivering if even the heats that now reigned this once snowy field. Let it take him, engulf him, right now it was better than continuing to meet icy eyes.

“…Feliciano…” his father called again, the hand on his shoulder comforting, gentle as he helped him to raise, forcing him to accept the aid of lean from the healers that came.

His body walked on its own by some unknown force. He felt blinded, not being able to see well where he was being taken to. His mind was lost to the answer of Ludwig’s silence, anger in it he could tell that refused to meet with him and a look of blue depths that he let himself flood in.

The jewels in his hands sank him heavier.

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