#I hope i placed on a good dance show for someone to be watching lol

[nocturnal-luv3rr]

😭😭😭

[yoongsisbae]

Seven Days a Week | JJK

idol!jungkook x noona!reader. Every day, Jungkook shows you his devotion, deeper than the ocean. Seven different scenarios, seven days a week.

Happy holidays! I'm thankful for my sweet readers who will forgive me for taking so long to post (I hope) :'D

Warnings: pwp (so basically like the song), bdsm because I feel like it's on brand, jealous/clingy/possessive jk because also on brand, dubcon, soft yandere, jk is sf obsessed with u, he kinda toxic tbh so if you don't like that don't read this lol, rough sex, voyeur, somnophilia, fingering, oral sex, overstimulation, voyeur, tied up, sweet aftercare eventually lol

---

Jungkook wound himself around your body, held you tighter than he should. If he could bring you closer to him, he would. He couldn't help himself, sometimes, he wanted to make you cry out, make it hurt, so he could be assured of your devotion, that you'd still love him, that you wouldn't leave him at his worst. It eased his anxious heart when you leaned into his rough embrace instead of shying away, looked back at him with glistening eyes full of tears, gripped him back just as tightly and cried a soft moan.

He couldn't help himself, Jungkook loved you, and he wound himself up over thoughts of you leaving him for someone better, for someone with more time for you, someone who could show their love better than Jungkook could. Jungkook could only whisper his love to you when no one else was looking, show how much he needed you behind closed doors, in dark rooms, hidden from the public always.

Jungkook wanted to scream out to the world his love for you, but he couldn't, for so many reasons he shouldn't. It wasn't fair and it made him mad, made him jealous, so he made you scream his name instead, into pillows, behind his palm, underneath him, just hoping it would be enough to keep you with him forever.

He wanted you to ache for him night after night, think about him as much as he thought about you, at every minute, every second, every day.

MONDAY

Jungkook opens the door to his apartment.

He smiles to himself as he takes off his boots. The smell of home-cooking hits him immediately. Jungkook can hear you in the kitchen making dinner, chopping vegetables and singing.

He creeps closer, watching as you dance to music playing loudly, and unbeknowest to you, putting on a rather nice show for your mischievous boyfriend.

Jungkook can't help himself, and honestly you should be more aware of your surroundings. He's teaching you a lesson!

"Boo!"

You crumple onto the floor, screaming like you've just seen a ghost.

You smack your terror of a boyfriend as Jungkook joins you on the floor, doubling over in a fit of laughter. "You're going to give me a heart attack!" You clutch your racing heart, glaring at your giggly attacker.

"Yah! How did you not hear me? What if I had been a burglar?!"

"...in this building?" You shove him.

"What if you were alone at your place? You need to pay attention. You could have been taken advantage of!"

You cross your arms. "Shouldn't you still be at work?"

Jungkook's eyes sparkle with mirth as he helps you up. "Should I go back?" He laughs and kisses you when you pout, breathing you in.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs into your neck, hands gripping your ass, pulling you into him. "Why are you dressed up? Planning on going out while I'm at work?"

"I'm not dressed up," you argue. Your face feels hot as his eyes rake over your body. "And no, of course not, I wanted to look nice for you."

"Good." Jungkook buries his head in your shoulder, taking his time slipping his hands under the hem of your dress and exploring your body. "Because I don't want anyone else to see you in this dress but me, okay?"

He kisses you, licks across your lips, swallowing up your protests. "I'm not done cooking," you mumble between heated kisses.

Jungkook reaches over and turns off the burner. "It can wait. Right now, I want something else to eat," he teases.

"But-"

He nips at your lips, rolls his tongue in your mouth until you're gasping. "I'm not hungry. Well..." his gaze travels down to your lips and then lower. "I'm hungry for you, Noona," he whispers in your ear, hugging you to him tightly.

You let a moan escape you as his breath tickles your ear, and he lets out a low heavy grunt, nipping at your lobe. He wants you closer, he grips your ass, yanking you into his growing erection.

You kiss him, giving in. Jungkook is always so very good at distracting you.

And his distractions often hit you like a whirlwind. Your idol boyfriend can easily turn up the heat from zero to a hundred with his adept hands and talented tongue.

Those hands roam your body, that tongue plays with your own. And before you know it, Jungkook is easily pressing two digits into you.

The sudden intrusion stings even in your growing wetness, filling you with pressure that turns into inescapable pleasure, sending trembles through you.

Jungkook's lips never leave yours. He loves kissing you until you're whining for him to slow down, heaving in air in the seconds his lips part from yours, your soft lips becoming swollen and sensitive the longer he stays pressed to you, until you're pushing against his chest to let you breath.

Jungkook loves the way your body squirms against him, he grabs your wrist, moving his mouth down to nip and suck at your neck as his fingers press deeper and faster into you. No matter how many times he does it, it feels like fireworks, electrifying you, an overwhelming touch that makes your legs buckle and your body shake.

You welcomed his rough touches. You couldn't pinpoint the day his usual gentleness became something more, the hesitation in his movements became confident hands holding onto your throat and deep rough thrusts he was no longer holding back, or when your stilted moans became loud and shameless, but you craved seeing that side of him, one you could only bring out of him.

Perhaps you shouldn't feed into your younger boyfriend's demanding nature so much. When he held your hand against your back, nipped at your shoulder, you should have put your foot down and told him to stop and let you finish cooking, but it felt so much better to wrap your legs around him instead and kiss him back, to let him move your body the way he wanted and give into everything. Pleasure, pain, both made your heart race the same, rose the temperature in your body almost indistinguishably.

Jungkook groans, low, hissing, whimpering. He is a vocal lover, it was never a surprising fact and only excited you more to hear how much you affected him, made you gush wetness at his deepened voice.

Jungkook groans even louder as you coat his fingers in more slick, thumb circling over your clit as he rocks his hand against your core, making you quiver and let out the most obscene sounds Jungkook's ever heard. Your sweet voice always delighted him, but this, made him rock hard.

"I missed you, Noona," Jungkook whines against your throat. Your nails dig into his shoulders and he sucks harder on the sensitive skin of your neck, making sure to mark you so others know they can't have you, so even though you can't let them know Jungkook is yours, you will have something to show off his devotion.

If Jungkook could not be with you out in the open, he would make sure your body revealed his presence nonetheless. So many times he would grip your thighs, dig his fingers into your flesh, so you would have to cover your legs from prying eyes or admit you've been held, touched, fondled to any man who dared to look at you. Just the thought of their eyes on you made Jungkook press down harder.

This tiny dress, this low cut hem and short skirt wouldn't hide his marks. He swallows down his growing irritation when he thinks of you leaving his home in something so revealing. Part of him wants to rip it off you, hide it so you'll leave in his sweats and hoodie, so you'll have part of him around you all day until he can hold you again.

Jungkook wanted to watch you fall apart on his fingers, but he had riled himself up too much now, he needed to silence his worries again, he needed to feel you around his cock instead, right now, in his kitchen. He quickly turned you around, hugged your body close to him and replaced his fingers with his thick length instead.

You loved his soft caresses, but the desperation in the way he wanted to bury himself inside your body made you burn all over. "I missed you too," you whined, pressing your hips back into him.

You cried out from the burn as you stretched around his length, gripping the counter as Jungkook filled you fuller. Jungkook fucked into you over and over, letting the frustrations of his work day out, forgetting everything but the warmth of your body, until he felt like he was bursting, then he pulled out and slapped your ass hard, pulling you into his arms.

He decided he would have his meal in the bedroom instead.

TUESDAY

You sit in Jungkook's studio, enjoying your day off with him. He's working on his newest song. You catch him staring at you and it makes you smile. He chews on his bottom lip as he mumbles the chorus to himself and you stretch your sore limbs.

Jungkook twirls his pen out of habit, singing the soulful melody softly, restless legs knocking into yours as he taps his foot.

"This is putting me in the mood," you tease when he goes over another rather scandalous line in his song.

"Yeah?" he smiles.

"Your voice is so sexy."

He smirks, tapping his pen. "Come here."

You definitely promised a certain leader you would not be a distraction when visiting. Jungkook leans back in his studio chair, spreading his legs and instead of repeating himself, he taps his knee impatiently.

What if someone comes in? What if they hear you? What if you get caught? You glance toward the studio door. "We shouldn't..."

Jungkook can't help himself when it comes to you. How can he stop himself when you say it like that? Breathy and low, and a touch of playfulness in your voice, a cheeky half smile across your full lips? He licks across his own lips, adjusting his lip ring, imagining all the things he'd like to do to you in his studio. Your gaze follows his actions, your fingers absentmindedly brushing across your mouth in response.

"Ride me." Jungkook grunts, adjusting himself. "No one will find out if you keep quiet," he whispers, smiling deviously.

You scoff, standing up and settling yourself down in his lap despite your apprehensions. "Just kissing."

"Kissing, annnnd?" He teases, grabbing you roughly to bring you closer.

"We can't," you groan when his hips press up into yours, his strong grip on your body tightening.

"So what if someone catches us? You're mine, aren't you?" he mutters.

"Yes, but-"

"I want you," he whines. "I need you. Please Noona, give it to me." He slides his hand in between your legs, fingertips dancing over your panties, pressing against the wet fabric at your center.

"I can't stop thinking about how good your pussy would feel." He steadily rubs across the sheer cloth, "Fuuuuck, let me feel you just for a second."

Your breath hitches at his obscene words, how can you deny him now? "A quick one," you kiss him with no time to waste, hiking up your skirt higher. "Just for a second," you remind him.

Jungkook grunts in satisfaction, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down and exposing his already solid erection, tongue exploring your mouth as if the taste of you is the only cure for the hunger inside of him.

"Slow," you tell him, rubbing your pussy over his leaking cock, but he only smirks and pulls your hips down on his cock, swallowing up your whimpers.

He thrusts up fast, fucking you hard, enjoying the sight of you as you bite down screams of ecstasy, unable to keep yourself completely quiet. It's like a game, one he intends on winning, and one he certainly has the stamina and strength to win, but your tightness is proving to be formidable at unraveling his conquest of you.

He drags your shirt up, yanks your bra down until he unveils your perky nipples and he is quick to devour you, suck until you are all but overcome by the fevered attention of your body.

Until you are overcome, coming hard on his cock, shaking against him, quivering for him to relent as he does a victory lap across your body, pinching and sucking and fucking you until you are boneless in his arms, pliable to his whims.

The way you mold yourself to him, surrender your body to him, sends Jungkook over the edge quickly. It's all he wants, it's all of you.

WEDNESDAY

"Noona, it's been so long since we had sex," Jungkook groans.

"We had sex yesterday, you crazy!" you remark, giving up on the movie in front of you.

"Yeah, that was yesterday, we haven't had sex today at all." Jungkook runs his hands down the curves of your body, enticing you even further away from the action on the television.

It works, his hands touching your body, his softly spoken words of encouragement, so needy and persistent, rile you up to the point where you can’t help but give in to Jungkook.

The tips of his fingers are electric as they run down your skin. It's like you are hard wired for him, turned on by him so easily like a flip of a switch.

And you can feel his switch turning up too, pressing against your leg, growing bigger and bigger and more demanding to be touched.

Jungkook was practically hardwired for you too. It's probably why he gets hard just sitting beside you, so suddenly when you are just cuddling or talking. And like a switch being flipped, his whole demeanor changes, gone is your cute cuddly boyfriend. Jungkook's eyes go dark and determined, he breathes out low and seductive, and you can't help but fall into him further.

The way he explores your body and groans deeper sends jolts of energy through you, his strong hands caressing your stomach and sides, carefully pushing up your shirt and grabbing your tits, his body pressed tight against you as he moves on top, in between your legs, your heat and his meeting and fitting together so perfectly; it makes you frenzied for him.

You finally reach for him, grip his shoulders in a vice and arch into him, needing him impossibly closer.

Jungkook presses his head deep between the valley of your breasts and inhales raggedly, it’s shocking and makes you practically delirious with lust. You thought your sex drive was abnormal, but your younger boyfriend really could go all day and all night, probably every hour on the hour, if you let him.

”Please…” you rasp.

”Please what, baby?”

You bite your lip, too shy to ask him. Jungkook grins. He loves when you act like this, needy and whiny for him, cute and shy.

You may be older than him, but Jungkook’s always been the dominate one in the relationship, and if it weren’t for a few very calculated ‘y/n Noona’s amongst company, your friends would have never guessed he was the youngest between you.

You acted like you hated when he called you ‘Noona,’ as it was a sore reminder that you were at a disadvantage by societal standards, but really, alone together, when Jungkook softly whines for you, it’s just another switch that brightens your love for him, your desire for him….

“Please, fuck me,” you whisper, barely audible.

”What, baby?”

You wrap your legs tighter around his lean waist, diving your hand in between your bodies to reiterate your desperate need for him.

Jungkook moans deeply and lays heavy over you, head nestled back into the softness of your body. He lets his tongue lick across your neck and shoulder as you wrap your fingers tightly around his erection.

With his eyes no longer penetrating you, Jungkook falling apart over you, your head less cloudy by his intoxicating attractiveness, you can whisper what you want most directly in his ear. “Please fuck me. I’m so wet for you.”

Jungkook groans, “Fu-uck.”

”Fill me up with your cock.”

He lifts himself up. ”Yeah, you want my cum?” 

His eyes rack over your body. You nod quickly, wavering in your confidence. 

As if somehow your boyfriend knew the insecurities surfacing inside you, he runs his hand softly over your cheek and down your neck, cupping your breast. “You’re so sexy, so good to me,” he breathes out, barely containing himself from ravaging you. “Want me to fuck you full of my cum, Noona?” He smirks, hand placed back against your cheek, thumb finding it’s way inside your mouth to press against your bottom lip.

He knows it already, he knows you.

”Yes,” you whisper breathlessly, grinding against his cock. “I want you, fu-uck —oh— please.”

Jungkook dives in for a kiss as you guide his cock through your slippery folds. He swallows up your moans eagerly as he thrusts his hips to meet yours.

You choke on your own cries, the air knocked out of you by his deep thrusts as you tighten yourself around him, holding onto him like a lifeline.

You really could drown in him, let yourself float deeper in the ocean of Jungkook’s love until his slippery embrace was all that surrounded you and all that you wanted. It was easy, natural, to sink deeper, to love him like you needed him to breathe.

One day you’ll reach the climax to that movie, but not tonight. Tonight, his climax is the ending you excitedly reach for.

THURSDAY

Sometimes you went days without him, some nights you would be fast asleep before Jungkook came home, some mornings he would be gone before you woke.

So each moment you had with the famous singer you treasured. But…

You also have to admit, there are some moments where you just want to…

Smack your boyfriend in the back of his beautiful head for being so aggravating!

You get so little time with him…not enough…and today Jungkook chose to spend that time giving you…the silent treatment!?

-

“Why are you mad? Talk to me.” You ask, after riding home with him in silence.

Jungkook bites his tongue.

“I’m leaving!” You groan, turning on your heel and heading back towards the front door. You didn’t want to leave, but being ignored by your boyfriend after missing him for so long was far far worse.

“Where are you going?!” He yells. “Going to see Jaehyun!?”

“What? No?! Wait, what?!” You stammer, perplexed.

Jungkook crosses his arms and looks away muttering to himself.

“JUNGKOOK, WHY ARE YOU SO MAD?”

“WHY DID YOU LET HIM FEED YOU?” Jungkook bursts out.

“Huh? Who? Jaehyun?!”

“Yes!”

“When did he-”

“The wrap!”

Your mind runs through tonight’s dinner party where you met up with Jungkook and his friends. You hadn’t even wanted to go, things like that made you anxious, but you missed your boyfriend like crazy and didn’t want to wait a second longer to see him.

In places like that, you had to make sure to keep Jungkook at an arm’s length, you never knew when a close moment in public could be used against you; so the few, the better.

You sat next to his friend Jaehyun, and he might have helped you make a wrap, now that you think about it…

The others teased Jungkook, noticing the irony of the situation when Jaehyun helped you pull away two perilla leaves stuck together, and Jungkook whined and acted angry and eventually laughed along.

Well, at least you thought it had been an act…

Clearly, it was not.

“Jungkook, really, Jaehyun? You’re jealous of him?”

“I'm not jealous!” And then he can’t help but add, “When we first met, whose picture did I find in your phone?”

“....I don't r-remember?” You definitely do remember.

He looks at you pointedly.

“…Jaehyun’s?”

He glares at you, seemingly furious at the fact that he made his point.

“Okay? So, what? You think this whole time, I’ve just been pining for Jeong Yuno? Just biding my time with you until I can be with Jeong Yuno?!”

“No-” he pouts.

“You don't believe me when I tell you I love you? You think I'm a liar?” You ask, on a tirade now.

“No-no. I just-”

“What?!”

“I'm sor-”

“Jungkook, I haven't seen you for over two weeks. Do you know how much I looked forward to tonight, to finally be with you? To see you? to spend time with you? The only reason I went to dinner is because you asked me to!”

Jungkook stays stubbornly quiet.

“I should go.”

Jungkook hugs you from behind before you can reach the door, pressing himself to your back. “No, don’t go, please don't go.”

You reach for the door handle. “I want to leave.” You didn't. You much rather enjoyed the heat of Jungkook’s body wrapped around you. But you’re mad now too and wanted to make a point.

“No.”

“Let me go.”

“I can't.”

Jungkook kisses your neck. He extinguishes your anger with each little peck, kisses like raindrops against your skin, fizzling out your heated disposition.

You turn around, glaring into his eyes. He would hate it if you ignored him like that, he would whine about it for hours!  And Jungkook is still mad, it’s a hard emotion for him to just let go of, even when he believes you. He had worked himself up thinking of his friend and you, imaginary scenarios where you left him for someone easier to be with, someone better than Jungkook.

He kept catching moments where his friend and you held each other’s attention. The way Jaehyun and you looked at each other and giggled when ‘it’ happened. 

Argh he hated it!!!! 

Jaehyun’s chopstick touched yours…he basically indirectly kissed you at that point! The next time you meet him, what’s gonna happen next, are you gonna fuck each other-

”What’s wrong now?” You whine out.

Jungkook gripped your head in his hands, smashing his lips into yours so fiercely you squeal in surprise. 

It almost works, his kiss and his body that you ached for all this time. You don’t hate him, you love him, you love his stupid over reactions and his possessive nature and his passion-

“Ow!”

You smack him away when he bites your bottom lip harshly.

“I'm sorry.” Jungkook is not sorry.

And you know it. You glare at him, grip his neck and kiss him roughly, biting down on his bottom lip, paparazzi photos be damned.  Jungkook hisses in pain, gripping you back harsher. You try to move away, close your mouth tightly, knowing he will try to bite you back harder, but he becomes desperate to kiss you, have your mouth, your tongue, have all of you, gripping your jaw tight, pressing so hard into you that your lips finally part for him.

You struggle and whimper and it only makes Jungkook more fevered. He yanks you off your feet before you know it, dragging you away from the exit, from the possibility of leaving him alone-

No no no, you had been so far away from him for so long. He needed you here. Right here with him. He needed your mouth on him and your skin on him, he needed to have you, and he especially needed to keep you away from anyone else.

His teeth drag along your skin. Jungkook is harsher than he usually is, which is saying a lot, and his rough touches make you feverish and aching for what’s to come and questioning if you want to continue. You dig your nails into Jungkook’s wide back, he sucks marks into your skin without any hesitation.

You squirm, his overwhelming affection rips through you and leaves you tingling, pulsing, gushing. He touches your body like he owns it, and he tells you so, grunting “mine” against your heated skin.

You're going to come for him, you're going to bare your body for him, you're meant for him and no one else, he can't take the thought of you with anyone else, he can't…

He kisses you like he has something to prove, wanting to make up the hours not with you.

You push against him but he's solid like a rock, he’s not going to move from on top of you.

He grunts, smelling you. “I don’t want anyone else to touch you but me.” “He didn’t touch me,” you remind him.

“His chopstick touched yours-”

You giggle, half groaning. “His ‘chopstick’ did not touch me.”

“His actual chopstick.” Jungkook’s anger is still evident, even when his eyes soften, his gaze darkens again.

“Okay, okay. Just don’t ever ignore me like that,” you pout. “You would hate it if I did that to you.”

”I know. I’m sorry, Noona.” He kisses you softly in apology. And once again, his kisses become rougher, more urgent, until you’re yanking at each other’s clothes again, squeezing handfuls of each other, becoming louder and louder in contest.

Perhaps you are too forgiving, but no one is perfect and yet your boyfriend comes very close.  

Perhaps you just want to appreciate these moments, so sweet and delicious, forget the sour ones, and your appetite is too ravenous, you hungered for him, you drooled for a taste of him.

“So wet...Noona, you’re so wet...” Jungkook’s fingers sped up inside you. His other hand tangled itself in your hair, kept you from avoiding his gaze.

You gripped his thick cock in response. “So hard,” you moan.

You match each other’s pace, an unspoken race to see who reaches the finish line first. Jungkook refuses to lose, so he hikes you leg up higher, pushing his cock into you instead, setting his own brutal pace.

He fucks you hard, until you cry out the way he likes and shake exactly how he wants.

He circles your clit until you’re trembling. You grip his wrist but he's stronger than you and it doesn't deter him, digits pumping inside you at an unrelenting pace, intent on punishing you for the earlier night, Jungkook thinks you deserve a little punishment as long as you are enjoying it.

You clench around his cock so tight it’s painful for him to try to hold back any longer, but it’s an ache he accepts for you, like the ache he feels in his heart when you are not around, it’s all worth it to hold you in his arms and watch you fall into bliss.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Kookie.”

”Again?”

“…We’re gonna have to change these sheets.”

FRIDAY

Jungkook set his suitcase down and walked quietly through his apartment, not wanting to wake you. He found you sprawled on his bed, fast asleep, cute as ever. He gave you a quick kiss before showering. When your boyfriend came back to you, you had contorted yourself in another position, arm hanging off the bed. He moved you gently and cuddled into your side, finally feeling at home and at peace in your warmth.

His hectic lifestyle meant this often happened, even when he had you, you were already gone far away into dreamland, and it would be Jungkook's turn to wait for you. He didn't mind it, even if your mind was resting, your body was fully aware of his presence.

He rests his head on your shoulder and runs his fingertips along your body, focusing on your nipples, teasing them until they stand erect.

It was his night time ritual at this point, sometimes he'd gently pull your shirt up and admire the way they hardened slowly. Sometimes he'd lick them, desperate for a taste of you. He would play with your body until sleep overtook him, until your softness and smell and the comfort of your presence lulled him to sleep. Hotel rooms without you were such a cold loneliness in comparison, he needed to feel that heat inside you.

And occasionally, like tonight, he would reach in between your legs and softly caress your folds for even more of a taste of you, hoping to rouse you awake so he could bury himself inside the heat of you. 

"I love you." Jungkook kisses the side of your open mouth and rubs your pussy slowly.

You were so tired you couldn't even find the energy to open your eyes, you just grunted softly, acknowledging his doting presence.

Jungkook slowly presses two digit inside your leaking hole, lying his head down on your chest. He alternates his attention between your breast and your cunt, lazily licking and dipping his digits inside you, occasionally rutting against you with his semi-firm cock, content only in the exploration of your body.

Until eventually, your arm finds its way into his hair, petting the soft ringlets of Jungkook's damp strands. "Feel good, Noona?" he murmurs.

"Mmmm."

Your eyes were still closed, your jaw still slack, part of you still present inside your dreams. But your legs widened and your cunt tightened around his digits, your walls sucking his fingers in.

"Can I fuck you?"

"Mmmmm."

You were dripping wet at this point, and it takes only one more squeeze from your silky walls for Jungkook to roll himself on top, pressing the head of his cock into you.

Jungkook lies on top of you, relishing in the feel of your pussy, tight and wet around his cock.

He almost falls asleep, the way your entire presence envelopes him makes him feel so relaxed and safe. After a long plane ride home, he wanted nothing more than to sink into you further.

But you whimper softly, gushing wetness around his member, so he gives you what your body wants, give it to you slowly, steadily, building the pleasure up for both of you. He could do this all night: rock into you, hold you and lie with you.

But you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his back and whimper, kissing his forehead, moaning out loud.

Jungkook finally lifts himself up, thrusting into you hard. Normally you would have squirmed and cried out at his sudden roughness, but your sleepy body rocked against his sheets and you arched your back into him instead.

"Fuuck. Noona, can I come inside?"

"Mm."

Jungkook spills into you, cock pulsing against your walls, filling your pussy full of his cum, then falls on top of you, spent, sighing against you.

You arch into him further, wanting release but too tired to voice your needs.

"Let me rest," he murmurs tiredly, slowly pressing his fingers inside your throbbing core, plugging his cum inside you. "Just for a bit, I promise, I'll make you cum, Noona." Jungkook rests his head next to you and closes his eyes, fingers stilling inside your walls.

It's almost torturous, but you don't even realize how needy you've become. You softly lift your hips up, rutting against his palm, until your dreams take you away again.

You dream of him, of course. You dream of his tight muscular body pressed against yours, his soft lips and sweet voice whispering dirty things into your ear. You dream of Jungkook fucking you until you scream and cry out his name over and over again. You dream of his fingers deep inside your walls, teasing out your orgasm until you're shaking, convulsing in unimaginable pleasure.

And suddenly your whole body stiffens and your legs lock around Jungkook's head as you come violently on his tongue.

You lift your head up and see your boyfriend smiling wide, head resting against your mound. "Morning, baby."

SATURDAY

"Jungkook, help! Jungkook!"

Jungkook comes running into the room, panicked at your yelling, and then he finds you...

…and begins to laugh.

You can hear your boyfriend's hysterics behind you. "This is not funny! Help!" you grunt, annoyed.

Jungkook sees you, legs kicking, body upside down over the armrest of his sectional, stuck in between the couch and the end table. "I tried to find where the cell phone charger went," you whine.

You push up on your elbow, but you have put yourself in such an awkward position you can't catch enough momentum to lift yourself up. "Heeelp! Pull me up!"

Jungkook surveys the situation closer and you closer. With the help of gravity your night shirt has ridden down over your behind, presenting the most enticing view of your bright red panties to your still laughing boyfriend. 

You grunt and try to push yourself up again, palms pressing against the wood flooring, but your center of gravity is too low to lift yourself alone and you can not change your position in the cramped space without bumping your head. Your boyfriend places his hands on your hips and you sigh in relief, until-

"Hey!" you yelp. Your very mischievous boyfriend starts to massage your backside, kneading your suppleness, moving closer and closer to…

"Fuck, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" Jungkook groans, gripping you tightly, two big handfuls of your bare ass. "Damn…"

You can't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "I'm not!" Jungkook slaps your backside hard, his palm spreading across the arch in your back. "Hey!" You squeal. "Help me up!"

"And if I fuck you instead?"

"Or you could help me up and we can-" your arms are getting tired, "-ugh— go to the bed?"

He pats your backside again, "Get up then," he laughs.

"I can't," you whine.

“Aww you really can’t lift yourself?”

“C’mon, you’re making me feel old,” you pout.

He yanks you up. Just a bit. Just to position yourself better for his viewing pleasure.

“Try again,” he laughs.

You straighten your arms once again, lifting your body. You almost made it, so close, but your backside collides with the growing bulge in Jungkook’s pants and you fall down over the couch’s arch again. Is he j-just over you? Watching you?

“Sorry, Noona,” he pauses, “but can’t we try it out?” He resumes the kneading, moving closer and closer to your core, until his nimble fingers slide over your slit and under your panties, pulling them down.

Jungkook’s proposal is tempting, his touches feel good, and although you and your boyfriend have christened most of the areas in his apartment, this is definitely a new endeavor.

“I guess- oh!” Jungkook presses himself all the way inside you. Had he been ready this whole time?

His pace is quick, not wanting to waste any time. He thrusts into you deep, the hard cushion of his couch making it so there is no escaping the length of his cock and the deepness of his ruts. There’s no escaping him, not that you want to…

You can’t do much of anything but hold yourself up, keep your arms straight, be good for him and take his cock.

It makes your toes tingle realizing how trapped you were to his whims as you let yourself be used by him. You wonder what Jungkook’s thinking, why he’s so enthusiastic, does he enjoy the fact that he has you helpless, unable to fight back? Does he like using you like this, a hole to fuck?

Is it depraved that you are enjoying this so much, that you are so turned on, that you’re nearing climax already.

His hand spreads your cheeks wider so he can admire himself disappear inside you. His thumb presses against your other hole as he takes in all of you, all his.

His thumb presses inside as he grips your ass tighter until its disappeared inside you like his cock. You’ve never felt so full before, so thoroughly used. Jungkook can feel your tightness, your gushing wetness. He listens to the heightened pitches in your moans. He’s nearing his high as well… 

His cock swells as he moves faster, finding the pace that he likes most, cock rubbing your slippery walls at the perfect angle to send him to climax. 

“I’m gonna come,” he grunts, shoving himself inside you deeper, cursing at how good you feel wrapped around him. He could never get tired of this, your silky walls and soft skin and the smell of your arousal consuming him. It makes him addicted, he’s addicted to you.

“Oh shit,” he pulls out, finishing across your exposed ass and finally finally Jungkook lifts you up and lays you across his couch, taking space next to you to relax.

“Fuck, I liked that.”

”Yeah?” You hum.

“Noona, I want to tie you up.”

Your cunt clenches at his confession.

“Hmm tomorrow.”

SUNDAY

"The food was so good," you hum, "thank you." You squeeze your boyfriend's hand as you walk hand in hand to his motorcycle. The plates presented to you were so beautiful, tasted amazing, and the whole night felt so romantic. The cozy atmosphere made every moment feel so special, made you fall in love with Jungkook all over again.

And stepping into the cool night air made the end of the night feel like a weightless dream. Walking hand in hand with your boyfriend under the stars as the wind picks up, you think this must be how birds feel flying together. You feel so free.

"I'm fine with takeout for next time, you know. You don't have to be so...extravagant." You sigh.

"It's our anniversary. You deserved a real date."

You chew on your lip, bringing up the giant elephant you tried to ignore all evening. "What if someone took a photo-"

Your idol boyfriend kisses your worries away. "That's what the private room was for, baby."

You fidget anxiously. "What if one of the servers recognized you, or the kitchen staff-"

Jungkook shakes his head, smiling, "My friends come here with their girlfriends all the time."

"Yeah, but they're not you."

Jungkook hugs you, leaning the weight of his body into yours. You stumble into the side of his bike and giggle but hug him tighter.

Under the dark night, the yellow street lamps, you give Jungkook a chaste kiss.

He smiles, licking his lips and kissing you again.

"What if someone sees!"

"The restaurant has been closed for over an hour, everyone's gone home," he murmurs into your lips.

"Not the staff," you mumble as he kisses your neck.

"No one is around," he whispers teasingly. He wants you, here, now, all of you around him. "This might be the only time we can..."

Maybe it was the romance of the night, or your need to please him after such a grand gesture, or your ache to indulge in him and his irresistible charm, but you couldn't find it in you to stop Jungkook's advances, even when his hand went under your dress.

He grips under your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip.

You lean against the seat of his motorcycle. This is crazy, this is insane. It's like he's asking to get caught. He's insane. He's...so sexy.

You hide your face into his shoulder, listening to him quickly unzip his pants.

It's so out in the open, so impulsive. The bike's metal is cold against your thighs and Jungkook is so so hot. You grip his biceps, nails digging into his big muscles. The angle is awkward and the stretch is tight, and his first thrust in knocks the wind out of you.

Fuck...fuuck...it feels so good, he smells so nice, and your adrenaline is so high over the thought of you both getting caught you think you may come with only a few more deep plunges of his cock inside your tight walls.

Until you think you might have caught something out of the corner of your eye and you hastily stop him and plunk his helmet right on top of Jungkook's head, concealing his identity. 

Jungkook hugs you close and you laugh when his helmet knocks into your forehead. "C'mon you crazy. Let's get out of here and finish what we started, hmm?"

-

Jungkook was worked up, painfully hard, and you very naughtily only made it so much worse for him on the ride home with your body pressed tight against his back and your hands caressing his abs down to his cock. He almost takes you again once he arrives in the safety of his garage. He almost takes you in the elevator when it feels like time stretches the closer you get to his floor. He almost takes you right against his front door as you play with his belt buckle and nip at his neck while he fumbles to open the lock.

And then back in seclusion again, back home, he can have you finally...

 Jungkook drops you onto soft sheets, crawling over you. 

"I want to tie you up." It is a special day.

"Okay."

"Yeah?" he smiles cutely, or perhaps deviously, it's so hard to tell sometimes with your boyfriend.

"Yeah," you kiss him, "Happy Anniversary." You kiss him again. "Please, tie me up, Jungkook," you whisper in his ear.

"Fuck." Jungkook has been practicing his knots, and he decides he wants your hands behind your back, one of your legs tied to his headboard. He secures a knot under your knee, spreading your legs.

Perfect. You're perfect. You were perfect tonight, the way your eyes sparkled during your date with him, perfect when you cheekily teased him and that sparkle turned mischievous, and now you're so perfect as you look at him shyly, your eyes shining in anticipation at what he's going to do next to you. 

Jungkook can't wait to make those eyes cry in pure bliss tonight.

He kept the expensive lingerie you wore tonight for him on. He pushes your panties to the side so he can run his fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness to push back into you. You're so wet for him, already soaking from the night's previous activities.

"How's it feel, you okay?" he asks, "Nothing too tight?"

"No," you mewl out, squirming against his knots.

"Ugh, Noona...you’re so fucking wet," he grunts, quickening his pace as he watches his fingers disappear inside you. He presses down on your untied thigh to hold you still and hooks his fingers inside you, pads prodding around until you arch your back, responding to his stroking of you.

When your boyfriend sets his mind on something, there's nothing that can stop him, and Jungkook's decided he is going to make you fall apart, put you back together, mold you for him.

He strokes you with his fingers until your thighs are shaking. You grip onto your bindings, let the rope around your fingers ground you as you tighten your hold and clench down on Jungkook's digits. 

"Ahh that's it, look at you, so pretty, so fucking pretty. You're my fucking girl, all fucking mine."

"Oh, Jungkook." You're so close, it's building, tickling and deep and so overpowering, letting go is the only thing your body can do now. You spasm around Jungkook's digits, so tight around his fingers they finally stop their unrelenting movement. He pulls down the cup of your bra to massage your breasts until you fully relax and your harsh breathing becomes only soft pants.

You're tired but you open your mouth wide and invite him in when Jungkook crawls higher, positioning his throbbing cock against your lips. He slides his length over your tongue and down your throat until you're choking, gagging. And he fucks your mouth again and again, until you're sloppy, crying from his thickness, at how tight it feels, at how good it feels to see his brows furrow and his tongue play with the ring on his lower lip as he watches you choke down his length.

"You like that? You like being treated like a slut, yeah?" You whimper against his cock, thick and hot on your tongue. "My dirty little slut."

He grunts out louder, fucking your throat faster, deeper. Your high pitched whimpers match his moaning, becoming louder and more protracted, until he stills, his hips stuttering, and you start to feel his hot cum pool in your mouth. Jungkook slumps down against you, lying his head on your stomach.

You let his juices flow out of your lips and down your chin as you take in breaths. You're so warm and soft between your legs, everything about you is soft, your skin, the curves of your body, and he enjoys grabbing at you, holding you in his arms. Your slick is covering your pussy, and Jungkook starts his ministrations again, fingers deep in your sex.

"Noona, you look so sexy." You look down at your handsome boyfriend, smiling in between your legs. You feel so vulnerable and exposed to him, unable to shy away from his gaze, but the fluttering inside you jumps to your heart when Jungkook smiles and mouths 'I love you.'

He fingers you skillfully, and you don't even realize how close you were until you're coming again, body programmed to give Jungkook what he craves. He continues to play with your pussy, stroking against your sensitive walls. It becomes too much, inescapable pleasure, burning you from the inside out. The sounds of sex fills his quiet bedroom, the noise of your slick, your whimpering, your cries. He closes his eyes and revels in it, taking in your sweet sounds and the smell of you.

The pressure is too much, "I can't, no more," you whine. 

"I'm not done. Be a a good girl for me, Noona." You clench around him, at his words spoken so heatedly yet so softly.

"No- m-more," you cry out.

"I said I'm not done, understand?"

You shudder, writhing under him, your bindings pulling tight around your limbs. He replaces his fingers with his cock. You clench around him tighter as suctions his lips to your nipple, sucking harshly, thumb pressing against your clit. "Fuck, you feel so good. I could fuck you every day." He finds your tied wrists, interlacing his fingers in yours, rocking his hips into your core so deep the pleasure blinds you.

You breathe through your teeth, limbs locked at the pleasure inflicted across your body. 

You cum in silent ecstasy, drenching his cock in your juices. Jungkook's release follows you almost immediately, "Yes —ah— yes." His breathy words echo in your ears, every other thought lost in his presence.

Jungkook finishes and quickly unties you, pulling you into his embrace. "Let's go shower?"

"I think...a bath...my legs," you pant.

Jungkook kisses you sweetly and nods, lifting you in his arms.

You sigh and rest against him. You feel secure and safe with Jungkook, in his strong embrace, the way he holds you easily, you know he's got you and he'll never let anything happen to you. It's probably why you let him get away with so much, because he always takes care of your needs in the end, makes you feel loved like no other.

You gently kiss his neck, cuddled against him as his large tub fills with water.

The filling bathtub makes it easier on your tired limbs and you turn around, straddling your boyfriend.

"Mmm," Jungkook smiles against your lips as you place a series of quick kisses against his mouth. "Just relax, Noona."

"What? You don't want to?" you giggle.

"I just want to relax with you."

"Well maybe I don't want to take no for an answer," you tease.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm," you sigh, letting your body slump into him more.

"I don't think I can go another round tonight," he laughs.

"Really, you sure you're okay?"

"Ahh maybe I'm getting old too."

"TOO?"

Jungkook laughs and hugs your tightly, tickling you before you anger becomes too palpable.

"I love you."

"I love you too, old man."

---

Let me know your favorite day :3

[islandofsages]

hello!! I was hoping I could request gn!reader (aka Yuu) who loves dancing (and is actually really good at it, preferably something like contemporary dancing?) but hasn't told anyone in nrc. basically, the boys' reaction to stumbling upon them dancing one day!!

(requesting for cater, lilia, riddle, jamil, malleus, rook and vil!!)

thank youuuu <3

characters: riddle, cater, jamil, vil, rook, malleus and lilia x gn!yuu

tags: relationship not specified, fluff, imagines format; grim mention in riddle's, cater's, malleus' and lilia's. vil mention in cater's. kalim mention in jamil's. vil's is set in book 5

warnings: use of the word "dear" as a term of endearment in lilia's part

author's notes: i tried making them stumble yuu in different places so if they seem random thats why lol also i almost forgot about the "hasn't told anyone at nrc" part i get so carried away sometimes help 😭

Riddle Rosehearts

He has a deep appreciation for dancing and consequently, he respects anyone who is a connoisseur of the art

He would tell you everything he knows about the art and comes to you to inform you on any new things he learns about it

You would tell him that you’re a dancer yourself, especially contemporary dance; the freeing nature of your favorite form has proven to be an effective way to relieve stress and express yourself

…But you’re a bit too shy to admit that to someone as amazing as Riddle - so fate takes the matter into its own hands

You were dancing in Ramshackle’s lounge, all by yourself since Grim is napping, a luxury you don’t get to afford too often

You simply felt like it; you put on some music and suddenly your body grows a mind of its own

You were so absorbed in your performance that you didn’t manage to hear knocks rapping on your door, let alone the sound of footsteps leading up to it

Sensing no answer from you and immediately growing worried, whoever was at the door bursted in to search for you… only to be met with a you in the middle of a dance move

It takes you a few seconds to notice him standing there in awe of your movements. When you do, you instantly ran over to the source of your music and switched it off in embarrassment

He asked you why you did that and would love for you to continue dancing but you only shook your head and tell him you weren’t fully ready to show off your moves yet and that you were simply going with the flow

“I mean, that’s kinda the whole point of contemporary dancing, just going with the flow? But still, I need to choreograph some parts of it to actually look like a form of dance.”

He chuckles at your response and doesn’t push you to resume if you feel uncomfortable. You thank him for respecting your boundaries

Though everything between you goes smoothly after the incident, you’ll never forget the look on his face when he laid his eyes on: the pure wonder in his eyes told everything you needed to know.

Cater Diamond

He thinks dancing is super cool and he sometimes try to demonstrate that - and in your opinion, he’s not half-bad at it despite what Vil would say

You would show off your own moves but you don’t wanna kill his vibes, even if he’d think you’re super good at it

But one day you’ll tell him how much you love contemporary dance and the fact that it can convey every human emotion and experience; and then that day comes, though very unexpectedly you would say

It was late in the evening; the school hallways are mostly empty, save for you and Grim casually having a conversation while walking your way back to your dorm

But one glance outside gives you all the inspiration you need for an impromptu dance session - the sky is bleeding orange, blazing yellow bandaging it

Your movements shift. You are now a tribute to the sunset. Grim stands aside and watches you with a sigh but he holds back his witty comments for after you’re done with your performance

Little did you know you have another person in your audience - Cater also had late evening classes and only now he’s heading back to Heartslabyul

At least, that was his initial plan. Seeing you dancing in the hallway caught him off guard, firstly because who in their right mind would dance in the hallways but secondly (and mainly), the way you move enchanted him

Could it even be called moving? Your limbs bend and flex so smoothly that he thought they turned into water somehow

By the time you’re done, you’re given a standing ovation by both of your spectators - one of whose you jump at in shock

“Yuu, that was like, crazy good! Are you secretly some pro dancer or something?”

You blush a little at the fact that he saw you and at the compliment; after that event, it’s impossible to hide anything from him so you simply tell him everything you know

You’d give him pointers and you’re happy to see his improvement from day to day but most importantly, his shining, genuine smile is something you wouldn’t miss for the world.

Jamil Viper

You know he’s very passionate about dance and you truly admire his skill for it

Although he’d be the perfect dance partner, you feel a little self-conscious sharing your own passion for dancing with him

He seems to sparkle when he shows off his skills and you think you lack that type of shine to your own - he begs to differ though, you’ve come to learn

The two of you were hanging out in his room, music pouring out from his stereo and you drowning in it, your limbs spread out on the floor

Then your room is shaken by some unknown noise, though you can assume it’s Kalim-induced, to which Jamil sighed and excused himself to go check out and possibly fix up

You lay there on your own then, nodding your head to the music, until a song you liked dominates the speakers, taking you by surprise

You don’t know what happened but as soon as the first note hit, you’re on your feet and your body was swaying side to side

Losing your mind and body to the music felt good, but then Jamil entered the room when you were mid-dance. You would’ve stopped if it weren’t for him joining in, but not without a taunt

“What, too scared to dance with me? Come and show me what you’ve got, Yuu.”

You accepted his challenge and continued where you left off - the two of you twisted and turned and ended up on the floor lying on your backs once again, gasping for breath

The two of you laughed breathlessly. He then praised you and your dancing abilities and wondered why you never showed him how skilled you are

You shrugged, thinking it wasn’t a big deal, but then he put a hand on your shoulder and offered to have more dance-offs. You didn’t hesitate to agree

When dancing with him, it feels like the most natural thing in the world, as if you were born to do this. And maybe, just maybe, you were born to meet such a wonderful person too.

Vil Schoenheit

You were a bit let down when you couldn’t actually participate as a dancer for the VDC but at the very least it allowed you to give yourself a bit more time to truly showcase your dancing to others

And hosting a training camp for the actual competitors isn’t too bad if it’s for your dorm and for something you’re passionate about

Ramshackle Dorm is lively, what with everyone there. Conflict was inevitable in this school but it did drive you crazy somewhat

One particular day, everyone was taking a break from Vil’s scrutinous training and you can feel the tension in the air

At some point, everyone left the ballroom. Only you remained seated on the floor, your back to the wall. You stared up at the ceiling and sighed. You couldn’t take this anymore

You got to your feet and simply started dancing, as quietly as you could. No music, nothing - you didn’t want to risk garnering attention by being noisy

It definitely served to alleviate some of your stress. You even smiled to yourself and at some points, fought the urge to laugh out of joy

The ballroom seemed different then. The images of your friends came into your mind - all their smiles, their frowns, the determined looks on their faces. You felt your movements growing more fluid at the thought of them

Once you’re done and panting, bent over your knees gasping for air, a loud clap reverberates in the room. Then another. Then a third. Then a figure emerges, their hands clasped

“What a pleasant surprise. You’re not bad at all. Though it’s a bit too late to recruit you, I surely hope you continue to hone that skill of yours.”

Did… did Vil Schoenheit just praise your dancing skills?

Let’s just say you took his advice to heart - it’s hard not to when it’s Vil Schoenheit himself

You also helped the others with some of your advice after the confidence boost and you’re happy to see their improvement. Seeing Vil satisfied also brought a smile to your face.

Rook Hunt

After the VDC, you found yourself more exhausted than usual by the events that occurred and you begged for a break from whatever deity is there in Twisted Wonderland. Dancing was the last thing on your mind

And for a while, that’s what you got - you were able to simply attend classes and watch your friends bicker with each other like a normal student. It was a well-needed break for everyone

Sometimes you’d chat for a bit with any familiar faces you run into and these days, you found yourself chilling by yourself in the courtyard

One day, you suddenly felt a longing to dance once more. And luckily for you, you had the courtyard all to yourself

It went from being some regular courtyard to your stage and the sun was your spotlight; you shone and you twinkled. You were like a star

And that was what you were told by the end of your performance, accompanied by applause from a singular person

“Très bien, Yuu… your performance has moved me to tears!”

Rook exclaims as he makes his way over to you; that certainly wasn’t your intention. You didn’t even think it was worth watching

But then Rook continues to comment on certain aspects of your performance, elaborating in very vivid detail. You’ve never felt so seen before

He would shower you with compliments, as if to say that you shouldn’t have a single doubt in your mind

And you hardly ever do after that since he very much threatened you to be kind to yourself or else

He would tell everyone about your wonderful skill (with your consent, of course), as if you’re his child who he’s been watching grow up over the years

He may be a bit loud about you at times but when you look over at him and see how proud he is of you, you only sigh fondly and hold back a chuckle.

Malleus Draconia

He doesn’t know a lot about the subject but he appreciates it as a form of art and expression of the people

And so you would tell him all about it while being careful to not let on that you’re one yourself which is surprisingly easier than you thought, considering how oblivious he is sometimes

He merely sees you as some sort of dance scholar and as if he doesn’t respect you a lot already, he definitely holds you in higher regard now

And somehow, that elevates to an even higher level when he suddenly finds you out

He was on his routinely walk around Ramshackle; it was a windy night, weather as pleasant as his conversations with you

Coincidentally, whilst his thoughts were on you, he spotted you in the backyard of your dorm with the ghosts and… hm? It’s brightly lit for once

Curious and wanting confirmation, he changed his route to suspiciously festive-looking Ramshackle instead

Meanwhile, you and Grim were dancing to some music the ghosts were playing for you. You all were having a simple party to forget your worries

The ghosts would comment on how you should stop outshining Grim so much, just to mess with Grim. But they had a point; you had a certain glimmer to you when you dance

Malleus saw that much when he reached your party. He stood within the frame of the backdoor, watching your every movement, entranced

After a few minutes did you notice him there, unmoving. Your steps trace their way to him instead. You extend a hand to him

“May I have this dance?”

And you may - the two of you danced, him slipping in flatteries in between moves. Maybe it was just you, but the party seemed to feel much more lively with him. No, not just the party; the whole world was.

Lilia Vanrouge

He knows a thing or two about dancing from all his adventures and he’d love to show you proof of it

So he does - he's definitely got the moves and you definitely want to show him some of your own… someday

You feel a little self-conscious about your own skills after his show but that doesn't stop you from working on your dancing. You're determined to make your skills worthy of Lilia’s attention!

Little did you know. It's futile to really hide anything from this sneaky bastard (affectionate)

You were on your way to class from Ramshackle with Grim and unfortunately for you, you had a little earworm stuck in your head that day

It started off as a skip, then two skips. By five skips, it turned into a full on dance. You felt alive, like you were a main character in a musical

Grim was making fun of you at first but then he started linking his arm with lampposts and swinging himself alongside you

Lilia was watching this all happen from afar, as one does. A student dancing their way to class is no everyday spectacle after all. And it's you too! All the more reason to play peeping tom

Just when you're about to reach the main building did he finally give you the jumpscare of a lifetime

“Why, you didn’t tell me what a wonderful dancer you are, my dear Yuu! I must admit, I feel quite offended.”

He was jesting of course - he was merely glad that he got to witness such a sight. And you’re glad that you’re not as unskilled as you thought you were

He tries his best not to boast your skills to others but you know he can never keep such hidden talent, well, hidden from his beloved Diasomnia family

You got the Diasomnia stamp of approval - not only that, but you’ve definitely impressed someone you hold dear.

[stevielicious]

𓆩⟡𓆪 His Little Stripper 𓆩⟡𓆪

pairing- Colby Brock x fem!reader

summary- a stripper catches the eyes of a handsome man, has a lotta fun

warnings- a lil angsty, some hardcore smut lol, cute lil ending

word count- 3k or sum? maybe 4k, LMAO

a/n- been a long time since I’ve written, enjoy

o==[]::::::::::::::::>

The whole studio was bouncing, the bass rhythmically played throughout the club. Swimming inside the walls, almost enticing you in. The night was young and had only just begun, it was a start to a long night. Here, I was treated almost like royalty, all the other dancers liked to roll their eyes or make snarky comments because they didn’t like the way I hogged all the attention, I was young and that’s nothing I could help.

You could say I was a good dancer. One of the best.

Brittney. I only had one friend in this place, the rest would only batter their eyelashes to get a hand on your earnings. Not Brittney though. She was a sweet, honest girl that just needed the extra cash and in complete fairness, that’s what we were both here for. We were both the youngest in this place. University costs an arm and a leg, there’s no lie in that. It was a hated industry, but the world is a tough place to make a living.

“Girl! You gotta get out there! it’s thriving with old dudes that have a TON of money!!” She heaved, slumping on a swivel chair next to mine, with a wide-eyed expression painted across her makeup clad features. I glanced at her through the huge mirrors stuck to the smoke stained walls, with a slight smirk finishing up on my cherry red lipgloss, “Oh yeah? Sounds just like every other night.”

“Well, I did see these couple guys around our age, maybe older, they were sooo hot.” Brittney explained, emphasising their good looks, applying makeup to her smudged areas. She seemed skittish, almost like she was eager to get back out there. This time I’d turned to face her, making my blonde hair a bouncy, wavey look. Being expressive with her hands, matter of factly she had said, “I sooo wished they’d came over to me, that brunette guy was soo handsome, so mysterious too. I’ll have to show you when you get your ass out there! I’d give that man a dance for free any day.”

I giggled, never hearing her talk like this made me believe these men were as handsome as she said they were. Maybe I’ll have to see for myself. I began to slip my cherry red heels on, glancing in the mirror, puffing my hair out. I had styled it in to an 80’s blowout type look, just more modernised. “I believe you girl, it’s been a while since we’ve had a looker come here.”

“Man, you look like a whole full course meal looking like that, Y/N. You have more of a chance than me at getting that handsome devil in a booth. Gosh, you’re so sexy!” Brittney huffed, looking at me with a sad but hopeful expression.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her out of her chair. Cupping her face with my hands, I said with confidence, “God is a woman, and you my friend are a fucking goddess! Now let’s get out there and make some fucking money!” She smiled into my hands as I then spun her around, seeing the sparkles on her little outfit shine.

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

I stood behind Brittney as she peeped from behind the big, draping, scarlet red curtain that lead out to the runway. A shiny pole awaiting us. Britt had kept an eye on the stage as I was trying to skim the crowd for the one who looks like they had the most cash with them. “Oh! Gabriella’s almost finished her dance, god blue is NOT her colour!”

“Brittney! You have to watch your mouth sometimes, you’ll get in trouble if someone hears you!” I wispered harshly, playfully jabbing her arm. She moved over a little so I could get a better look of the crowd. Taking me by surprise, a pair of striking blue eyes caught my own as I swiftly shut the curtain, almost knocking Britt over, “Holy shit.”

“What? What!” The brunette nudged me out the way as I took a step back, body running cold. I heard her muttering as she closed the curtain as quick as she re-opened it, turning to me. “Oh my God, that’s him!”

“Shut up! I’ve never seen him before, I can’t dance infront of him, he’s too pretty to be here! What’s a guy like him doing here?! God!” I gulped, walking back and forth on myself, finding my nerves getting the better of me of me. God, his dark brown hair and that shiny earring glistening in his ear, the black button up, the shine on his rings and tattooed arms, man. I’m used to dancing for 40+ year old guys, not actual good looking guys my age!

“Are you being serious right now, Y/N? You’re the hottest one here, if Gab’s can flaunt it then you definitely can too!” She exclaimed assertively, stopping me in my tracks, hands on either side of my arms. Pointing her finger in my face.

“Hey sluts, they’re waiting.” A scratchy, unbothered voice had sounded as the clacking of heels sounded down the set of stairs held by the stage. We both rolled our eyes as she swang her hips side to side, sauntering away from us.

“Ugh, whatta bitch.” We muttered in unison, breathing out a laugh. Britt gave me a subtle peck on the cheek, something she always did to calm my nerves before my journey to the pole, “Knock ‘em dead, Y/N”

As she turned my track on, I took a deep breath, pushing my boobs up a little, feeling the deep red lace against my body. Promiscuous sounded, by Nelly & Timbaland. As much as it is a corny song, the boys loved it.

Whipping my hair over my shoulder, I winked at my bestie, and started my walk. The giant curtains opened as I started to strut. The dim lights only lighting up solely on the pole. My confidence returning as my hips swirled to the beat, winking at thirsty men in the crowd. I raised my arms leaning my head back touching my chest.

I made my way over to the center, strutting around the shiny metal pole, caressing it gently. Placing my heels accordingly on the polished platform, stepping on dollar bills everywhere I walked. “Promiscuous girl, you’re teasin’ me. You know what I want and I got what you need.”

I raised my leg on the pole letting my body drape around as my arm held my balance along the pole. As I smoothly came to the bottom of the glistening metal, I spread my legs one infront and one behind, bouncing slightly. Rolling onto my next move, the same pair of blue eyes caught my attention, I couldn’t help but stare for a second, which felt like minutes, as I got behind the pole, he winked at me.

Which took me by surprise as I blushed. I gulped and returned the wink. I blew a kiss at this man, as I slut dropped down the metal shaft, licking up it. Keeping eye contact, his mouth agape. When I grew confidence, I also grew dirty. Giving what these men came to see. “Have all my money!”

One man shouted, another had exclaimed, “I want you to ride my face, please! Be my dirty little girl!” I smiled politely at these men, knowing full well they probably have wives at home, most of them having a ring on their marriage finger. Bastards.

As I danced around the pole, I let my hips do the work, shaking them around in a sexy way. Left to right, innocently dancing. Mouthing the lyrics, shutting my eyes ever so slightly. With my back to the pole now, I had slid down it, mouthing the lyrics, “I’m all alone and it’s you that I want!”

Motioning this handsome blue eyed boy to me with my fingers, in a ‘come here’ type of way. Hoping to entice him, or just playfully tease him. He was leaning against the bar, eyes glued to me. I’ve felt his eyes on me the whole dance. He had this dark smirk on him, looking me up and down with these hungry eyes. Turning his full body towards me now. He mouthed, “Oh yeah?”

In return, I sent an innocent wink his way, with a smile this time. Getting on my feet and swinging around the pole one last time before subtly dropping down, against the cold metal, arching my back as I pushed my hips towards the pole, not letting go. The lights going dark once again as my time came to an end.

I blew the crowd a kiss as I took one last glance toward the bar, the man that had captivated my full attention could not be seen. My heart sank a little as I turned on my heel, forming a strut down the walk as the curtains closed behind me, the money being collected as I had left the stage that I had now earned.

“Eeek! Y/N! You did so good! How am I supposed to follow that performance up?!” Brittney squealed, high fiving me.

“You’ll do even better than me, I’m sure of it!” Giving her praise, she was the one thing that got me through this place, she deserved more confidence. “ I’m gonna take a walk on the floor, gonna get a drink! Go get ‘em tiger!”

As much as I was there for my girl, I desperately wanted to see if this man had stuck around.

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

Venturing onto the men-riddled floor, I tried to keep my composure. This was when my nerves got the better of me, you’re looked at as a piece of meat when you’re of the floor. Up on the stage, you feel as though everyone’s below you, literally. You’re on top, nobody can touch you up there.

I found myself at the bar, just asking for a lemonade to pass the time, a kind, older woman had served me. She was one of the nicer workers that resided here, “Would you like a cherry in there too, Y/N?”

“You know me.” I softly said, giving her a thankful smile. Some saw me as the baby here and some saw me as the queen. It was a weird place to be, I just appreciated the kind ones. She gave me a wink and went on her way to make me a the simple concoction.

“Y/N. What a name. Pretty, too.” A deep, husky voice sounded from next to me, as I felt his eyes burn into the side of my head. I turned, slowly looking up at him, his tall, dark frame leaning down on me. I gulped. Those familiar blue eyes keeping ahold of my attention, his warm smile sounding, “Hey, I’m Colby.” He took my hand and kissed it gently.

“Y/N. Hey.” I shyly ushered out in one whole breathe, as I glanced down, my hair falling infront of my face. He was gorgeous, a true beauty. I must be lucky for someone like him to be able to approach me.

“Yeah, I know” He chuckled. I blushed as he heard the lady behind the bar already address that. Don’t screw up now girl! “Is that your real name? I know ladies like to have a disguise around here.”

He observantly mentioned, smirking too. I was at a loss for words, Colby was so captivating, I was lost in his celestial, lapis eyes. His chestnut hair cascading infront of his eyes ever so slightly. “It is, does that disappoint you?”

I decided to be honest, maybe he’d find that attractive in its self. After all, he was honest with me. “What? God no, I think you’re stunning, and your names just the cherry on top!”

Colby ironically exclaimed, as my drink was placed infront of me. The lady looked at both me and him and smiled, raising her eyebrows at me. He glanced at my drink, taking the cherry. Swivelling it in his grip, he glanced at me. I looked up at him with my doe eyes, as he popped it in my mouth, plucking the stem from the cherry itself. “Good girl.”

My heart started to race as he reached his hand out, ushering me closer. As I went to take his hand, a loud roguish man approached me, grabbing me by waist, immediately yelling in my face, “Are you gonna dance for me or what? Huh?”

The alcohol definitely playing its part, I glanced to security, they hadn’t seen the commotion yet and my heart was jumping out of its chest. He towered over me demanding, impatiently waiting for an answer. “Sir, please don’t speak to me like tha-“

“I can speak to you how the FUCK I want, don’t you dare think for a second that your better than me or anyone’s gonna save your pretty little ass, you do what I tell you-“ a huge thud landed as I was swiftly pushed back, the man in front of me collapsing to the ground. Colby had lunged at the drunken man. Angered, he had hit him square in the jaw, a tooth rolling around on the floor. A splash of blood on already red heel.

My breath hitched in my throat, still no security in sight, the music too loud for anyone to really give a shit. Colby had picked this man up by his shift, as though he weighed of nothing, he hissed in his face, “Beat it.”

The man was dropped to his feet and quickly scurried away, as if he saw death itself. I watched as he was out of site, a warm touch against my chin snapped me out of the trance I was in. Startled. “Are you okay, beautiful?”

Gazing into his eyes, hard to look away, I stuttered out, “I-uh, yeah. Thank you.” I placed my hand on his chest trying to gain my breath back, it all happened so fast, a boldness took over me, the sheer sign of strength made so effortlessly was almost overwhelming, “Wanna get out of here?”

I felt his heartbeat pick up every so slightly as he huskily said, “Lead the way, Y/N.”

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

Of all places, I lead him to one of the private booths, the expensive, champagne riddled rooms. I shut the curtains to the room, letting staff know that it was occupied. The curved couch was a sparkly red, that had a pole in the middle as well as a love seat. The circular table had three bottles of champagne in a bucket of ice, recently been placed there. Lights had become dim since I’d closed the curtains and there were little sources of light emerging from under both seats. Colby had poured a drink for me and himself, keeping them set down on the table, he approached me with a smirk on his face, “What brings us here then beautiful?”

“I wanted to thank you back there, you were so brave.” Placing my hand on his chest once again, ever so slightly pushing him backwards, towards the curved seat, trailing my hand downwards. Batting my eyelashes at him with my big doe like eyes, I pouted, “So strong.”

His legs hit the textured couch, falling back on, eyes never straying from mine once. I began to crawl on top of him, in a straddle position, feeling himself twitch underneath me, “I-That was nothing back there, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t have to take that shit.”

He insisted while taking in my body, my looks. Colbys hands began to travel up and down my lacy, deep red piece, taking it all in, breathing a little heavier than before. Muttering, he shifted a little from under me, looking back up at my eyes, “Fuck.”

Smirking slightly, I leant forward, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage, whispering, “I’ll make you feel good, Colby.” His breath began to hitch as I began to kiss up his jaw, his eyes darkened as he lifted my face, gazing into my eyes. His plump lips were begging to meet mine, he took a quick glance at my lips and mumbled hastily, “You’re making me crazy, beautiful.”

And with that he crashed his whiskey stained lips into my cherry tasted ones. Hunger was taking over and I grew to want him so badly. His great hands found their way to my back, travelling down and cupping me, grabbing me ever so slightly but enough for me to moan into his mouth. He seemed to like that. Swiftly, he took my laced bra off with one quick motion, making me gasp.

My hands got the better of me and I started unbuttoning his shirt, almost frustrated that it wasn’t coming undone quick enough. He pulled away, picking me up, his hands under me, straddling his waist now, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The blue eyed boy had laid us down, I was now laying on the love seat, he towered over me, looking me up and down, ready to feast. Colby stood there, with his shirt unbuttoned, his abs glistening from the sweat we had just created. He looked godly in this moment. He quickly took off his jeans, his member almost throbbing to be let out. I gulped as he looked bigger than anything I’d ever seen.

He lowered himself down, and kissed me passionately, still hungry for more. My hands roamed freely, helping him take off his shirt completely. With this motion I quickly flipped us, wanting to be on top of him. I begged, “Let me please you, Colby.”

Impressed at my strength, Colby had stifled a moan as I started to leave hungry kisses down his chest, until I got to his boxer line. I looked up at him through my lashes, as he nodded with approval, removing the clothing. His thick member throbbing. I gulped, taking in his size, he was fucking huge.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I teased him, licking up his shaft, keeping eye contact with him as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look. I wrapped my hand around his member, kissing the tip.

I began to take him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down and sucking slightly, wanting him to feel euphoric. His sweet moans filled my ears, making me work harder for him. Wanting to make him feel better than ever. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

Seeing his eyes roll back as his shaft touched the back of my throat was enough to make me moan, knowing I was doing a good job. I was a good girl. His good girl. Colby’s hand traveled to the back of my head, grabbing my hair slightly bobbing my head. It felt so good. “You like that baby girl?”

I nodded quickly, not wanting to disappoint, all of a sudden feeling really submissive. As I carried on sucking it for a little longer, Colby pulled my hair back and away from him gently making me look up at him, he muttered, “C’mere baby.”

I did as he asked, waiting for what was to come. Colby got on top of me, his chain dangling infront of my face, his arms looking as muscular as ever as he towered over me, I felt completely under his spell and I was more than ready for what he was about to do to me.

He caressed my breasts, with both hands as I started to breath heavier, trying to keep it together. His eyes flickering towards mine and my bare chest, he muttered sweet nothings as he latched onto them, kissing them. Sucking them. I couldn’t help but moan at the way his tongue moved against my body, “Colby!”

“Shh, baby. You sound so fucking good, but we can’t get in trouble now, can we?” He muttered against my breasts, knowing full well we’d get in big trouble as clients weren’t supposed to be touchy let alone all over each other. He was far from being a client, but I would definitely get kicked out immediately for this behaviour. I groaned out of annoyance, frustrated with pleasure. He began to bite them ever so gently, putting my hand over my mouth to shuffle my moans. Colby had made him way down to my panties, asking for approval, granting him access. He swiftly took them off with ease, “Fuck you’re so perfect.”

“Are you ready baby?” He huskily marvelled, admiring the mess he had made me into, touching himself. His hair stuck to his forehead a little, his muscles glistening all over, his tattoos made his aura dark and mysterious but he seemed like a complete utter dream. In response, all I could manage was a swift nod, with impatient, hungry eyes.

He lined his huge member up with my already wet folds, awaiting the small pain that came with it. He came down closer to me, kissing me roughly and pushing himself into me at the same time, causing me to melt into his mouth, both moaning loudly. My hands traveled up to his hair, getting tangled in his locks. His motions were euphoric and heavenly, making my back arch with every move. Colby moaned roughly into my neck, kissing it and nipping at the skin with his teeth, leaving slight bruises as he trailed.

“Fuck, you feel so good Y/N.” My nails scraped along down his back, marking him as equally as he did me. He couldn’t keep back his moans as they sounded through my body. Unwinding. As is pace quickened, my orgasm started to grow nearer. I couldn’t hold it any longer, he was making me feel pleasure like I’ve never felt it before, “Colby, I’m so close!”

“Fuck baby, don’t come until I tell you too. I know you’re a good girl. My good, good girl.” He quickened his pace and became a little rougher with his thrusts, making me into a moaning mess. He couldn’t bring himself to tell me to be quiet anymore, he loved the way he was making me feel. He moved so he could put my legs over his shoulders, making my climax come quicker, “Colby, please!”

“Oh baby, I’m gonna come too.” He muffled tensely, his thrusts getting sloppier, I looked at him with pleading eyes, muttering and begging, Colby looked at me with pleading eyes, “Come for me beautiful.”

With that, I had unleashed my orgasm, coming undone at his command, moaning his name as I rode out my high. I started toying with my breasts to get him closer to his climax, wanting nothing more but the warm fill, “Colby, please come. Please!”

Not even a moment later he came undone too, filling me up with his come. We were both messes, moaning into each other as he collapsed on top of me, pecking my neck as he collected himself. He rolled over to the next of me, putting his arm underneath his head and one out for me to lay on. We were both panting like sick dogs. I propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting against my palm.

“You know, I’ve never seen you in here before.” I muttered, playing with a strand of my hair. I pondered it, because he was a beautiful man, a young man. A man that didn’t suit these kind of places.

“I thought you’d ask, it’s a good friend of mines birthday and we all thought it would be a good surprise to bring him here.” Colby chuckled, looking into my eyes. He reached out for my hand and placed it on his chest, his heart still erratic. “You are beautiful though, Y/N. I meant what I said.”

“Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself.” I giggled, him faking a hurt expression, giving me a pearly white smile, something that made me melt on the spot. His crinkles next to his eyes matching perfectly with his happy looks.

“A pretty girl like you, how’d you end up here?” He looked at me sincerely, wanting to know me a little better. I didn’t think he’d ask, making me feel slightly embarrassed that I have money issues.

“Oh it’s nothing, just- university won’t pay itself, you see.” I said with honesty. glancing down at my hands down, playing with them.

“University? That’s incredible, I can’t imagine how expensive that must be, I guess I can understand.” I looked up at him, he seemed genuine and I melted into his gaze, I gave him a small smile. Appreciating his kind words. Mouthing a ‘thank you’.

“You know,” propping himself up to really look at me this time, grabbing the two glasses of champagne on the table. Handing one to me, “I would really like to take you out, get you away from here eventually.”

“I would really love that.” I blushed, him smirking in return.

“It wouldn’t be classed as inappropriate to maybe cheers to this? A new beginning, potentially?” Him raising a glass.

I giggled, feeling a sense of happiness and fulfilment. Cuddled up with a man you feel like you’ve known forever, chatting, getting to know each other and just sealed a date with, raising a toast to a new beginning. “Cheers.”

｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡

a/n- omg I had no plan for this just a thought, one thing led to another and BOOM. hope you enjoyed lol I never know how to wrap up endings

stay sweet x

[vax-merstappen]

press delete pt.2 (cl16)

summary: even though he’s dating a new girl, charles still keeps the pictures of you on his phone.

warnings: breakup, general angst

hope you all enjoy this highly requested part 2! i actually liked writing this one more than the original lol

part 1

Charles had spent all day with the supermodel he had been seeing ever since your breakup. She was good company and had known Charles when he was a kid. He got along fine with her, but they were just friends. Someone he could talk to, even if they would never dance in the rain together or stay up late at night drunk on his balcony.

Just someone to fill the void.

After he had dropped her off back at her place, Charles had driven home himself. He had taken a shower before collapsing on his couch. As soon as he opened his phone, he saw that pictures of them together were already on social media. He wondered whether you had seen. Whether you had cared.

He opened his camera roll, looking back at all the pictures he couldn't bear to delete.

--

It was the first time he had invited you to come watch him race, his personal guest in the Ferrari hospitality. You had shown up wearing a T-shirt with his name and number on it, a red Ferrari cap on your head. He remembered how just seeing you in his team gear had made his heart flutter.

You had run over to him in the paddock, pulling him into an embrace. The cameras were flashing, but he knew you didn't care. Charles hugged you back, whispering in your ear how glad he had been to see you. He vowed then and there that he never wanted to let you go.

He gave you a tour of the paddock, showing you the places he knew the cameras wouldn't follow and the best places to grab food before the race. He had spent so much time in various tracks like this that he knew it like the back of his hand. He only hoped you would one day feel the same, having come to many more races of his.

When it was time to head on track, he had given you one last embrace. And before he went, he asked if he could take a picture with you. Him in his race suit, you in Ferrari gear. You happily obliged and he took his favorite picture of the day, just the two of you in his garage.

He would look back at that picture whenever you couldn't make it to a race, remembering that you were cheering him on from home. Even though he hadn't won that day, getting to spend it with you had been its own sort of victory.

As he looked at the photo now, all he felt was regret. Regret that maybe you didn't understand how much you had meant to him and how much better he felt with you around.

He couldn't make himself delete the picture and so he scrolled on.

--

A few minutes later, he found another picture that brought back memories. He chuckled to himself, remembering that day.

It had been Christmas time. You both had spent Christmas Eve with Charles family, as they celebrated the holiday. On the actual holiday, you had asked him to spend a cozy day in instead of celebrating in an extravagant way. He had agreed, wanting nothing more than to spend the day by your side.

But he had to still get you a present, no matter how many times you had insisted the only gift you wanted was to spend time with him, away from everything. He had searched endlessly for the perfect present for you, finally settling on something he knew you would appreciate. It was tickets to see a band you both listened to in concert. One of the first things you bonded over as a couple was your love for their music. It was perfect and he was so excited to see the look on your face when you opened the tickets.

Christmas had rolled around and as promised, he spent the morning cuddling with you in bed. Around lunch time, he had got up to make the two of you a brunch. His cooking skills were lackluster to say the least, so you had joined him the kitchen a few minutes later. He could still remember how you looked in the soft morning light and how you sounded when you laughed at how poorly he had chopped the ingredients of your favorite dish.

About halfway through the meal, he had handed you the envelope with the tickets. He had tried to hide how excited he was, but he knew you could read his emotions like a book. You opened the simple card he had bought and your eyes had widened when you saw the tickets.

But instead of getting all excited as he imagined, you burst into laughter. He felt his face getting red and he started to panic. Had he messed up? What was so funny?

"Mon amour," you had said, finally pausing in your laughter. "Go look under the Christmas tree."

Not knowing what else to do, he had stood up from the table and walked over to the tree. There was a small box underneath. He grabbed it and walked back over to you with a look of confusion. You nodded and he opened it.

Inside were two tickets to the same concert.

"You bought the same thing?" he had asked incredulously.

"Yes. I thought you would love it."

"Well I love it so much that I bought you the same thing," he laughed, now understanding what was so funny.

He had taken a picture of the two of you together each holding the tickets the other had bought. Your smiling faces stared back at him now from his phone. You had known each other so well. How had a relationship so deep crumbled?

He couldn't bear to let go of the memory. He scrolled to the next photo, stopping himself from pressing delete.

--

He had finally reached the last photo from your relationship. It was you, standing on his boat. One of his oversize shirts was on your shoulders. He always thought they looked better on you. With the image, the circumstances under which he took them came back to him. That he would delete it when you two got back together.

He thought back to that fateful day.

You had gone out together on his yacht. He had hoped it would be a lighthearted and relaxing break from the stress that had been plaguing your relationship. He saw you standing close to the edge of the boat and he had remembered a time where you had pushed him into the water, jumping in after him yourself. He walked over with the intention of recreating the fun moment.

But the second he pushed you, he knew he had misjudged the circumstances. You had shouted at him.

"Mon amour, it was just a joke Don't take it all so serious. We are here to have a good time, no?" he said, trying to smooth over the situation and bring some brightness back into the day.

"Not if you are going to throw me in the ocean."

He had sighed, wishing you could just appreciate the day with him. You two had descended into an argument afterwards. He didn't remember what he had said, only that he had wanted to make you see that he wasn't always the villain. Sure, he had neglected you in the past in favor of his career. But he was here now, wasn't he, trying to make it all better?

The rest of the argument was a blur in his head. Up until the point you had uttered the words that finally broke him.

"I don't think this is going to work anymore."

He had tried so hard for you. But his best wasn't good enough and he could see that now. Somewhere along the line you both had lost your understanding of the other person. Your relationship had become built on memories of the past and differing ideas of the future.

He had blinked back tears behind his sunglasses. He didn't want you to know how bad you had hurt him. Charles knew he had his fair share of blame for how things had turned out. He didn't want to cry in front of you now. He could hold it in until he got home, as much for your sake as his own.

The words he said next were crystal clear in his mind.

"Okay. We can take a break. But let me get one last picture of you to remember you by. And when we get back together, I will delete it off my phone so we don't have to remember this day? Ok, ma cherie?"

Charles had taken the picture that stared back at him now. Even now, he could tell how unhappy you were in the picture. It was clearly a fake smile that you had given him.

But even though the picture and the memory of how it all fell apart had pained him, he couldn't bear to delete the picture off his phone. The hope and the promise that he could still end up with you were too much to throw away.

Instead, he clicked onto your name in his messages. He selected the picture of you on that boat. His finger hovered over the send button. He had a choice to make.

But surely if you had wanted to see him again, you would have said something. You were probably happy now without him. He didn't want to ruin your peace. So he clicked out of your messages and into hers.

He sent another text back to the model, asking if she wanted to see him again next weekend. If you had wanted him out of your life, he owed it to you to make that happen. Even if he couldn't make himself delete your memories from his phone.

[yanderecrazysie]

Good day, I was actually the anon who requested oshi no ko… I hope you enjoyed it cause I just recently rewatched it cause I couldn’t move past Ai’s death.

But can I have Yandere Aqua and more specifically if you are ok with it, with someone from his past life like his young intern. Like someone he had an attachment to as a doctor as they spent a lot of time working together and become really good friends despite the reader not really being into an idol stuff. So after his death, the reader naturally mourn him and left his hometown because of guilt of not being able to find his body.

So flash forward reader is now a certified doctor for stunt doubles and meats Aqua in a movie set. Seeing you, his once meek intern now a professional doctor brings feelings from him. You are his only connection to his past life as Gorou and he can’t seem to shake you off the emotions you bringout from him. He sees you as someone he has to control to protect you from harm and this leads to yandere obsession.

Thanks for reading my ask and request. Although thinking this more clearly, I feel like there would be a significant age gap between intern reader and aqua but The idea won’t leave my head so I hope you’re ok with it as long as both Aqua and Reader are legal adults

Oshi no Ko was literally so good! I cried at Ai’s death scene, it was so sad! (Then again, I cry at everything on TV these days lol) 

I made Reader young at the start, but there’s still a large age gap obviously. Both are adults though, so it’s technically fine.

Title: To See You Again

Pairings: Hoshino Aqua x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, significant age gap (legal adults)

Summary: Aqua sees someone from his past life again after 18 years. It brings up some darker feelings.

“You know, I can’t really get into this idol stuff, but it makes me happy to see you happy,” you giggled. 

Dr. Gorou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the TV, where a beautiful girl in a pink dress danced and sang on a brightly-lit stage. He gave a grunt of acknowledgment to show he’d heard his young intern. 

At just 18, you were the youngest person working in the hospital. It was clear you weren’t aiming to be a gynecologist like Dr. Gorou was, but your hometown was a small one and there weren't many options to intern at. 

You sat down on the bed next to your mentor, watching Ai blow a kiss to the audience, her eyes shining with emotion. Although you didn’t see the appeal in it, you understood that he had gotten into it from a young patient who had died. You couldn’t help but wonder if that death had scarred him somehow.

Scooting a little closer, you smiled up at Dr. Gorou. He looked at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, smiling back, before he turned his attention back to the idol on-screen. You stifled a sigh.

He’d never notice your feelings, would he?

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Aqua stood idly around, watching the other actors practice their lines together. He’d already memorized his part of the script- it was easy compared to all the medical terms he’d had to memorize in medical school. 

“Quiet on set! Quiet on set!” Someone called out. The actors went quiet as a stunt actor got in place on set. Aqua watched silently from the corner he stood in.

The stunt double took a running leap through a glass window, taking the place of the main character, who had performed the scene just before this one. Suddenly, he stood up, clutching his leg and letting out a strangled cry. Sticking out from his thigh was a large shard of glass, blood beginning to seep through his pants.

“Cut!” The director yelled, leaping up from his chair. “Aqua, take him to the doctor on set!”

Aqua bit back a sigh. Why him? He walked over to the stunt double and offered him his arm to take. The stunt actor leaned against him, limping with each step and wincing in pain.

Aqua had never seen the doctor, but he knew where she was staying. He helped the man along the backstage hallway and to the office. He gave a quick knock and entered, helping the stunt double onto the bed.

Once he saw the doctor, his heart stopped. 

You were older now, probably around the age he was when he’d died in his previous life, but it was unmistakably you. He felt an irresistible tug at his heart when he looked at you, reminded of your smile and obvious crush on him.

For a moment, he waited for you to recognize him, but remembered that he wasn’t the same person anymore. Of course you wouldn’t know him. 

You had turned all of your attention to the poor stunt double in front of you, and Aqua was struck by the realization that you’d matured so much since he’d last seen you. You were a fully fledged doctor now, not just an intern. 

He was surprised by the thoughts that crossed his mind. I’m an adult again, so surely she’ll recognize me and want me again. And even worse, the childish reaction he had when he saw the wedding ring on her finger. I knew her first!

Back when he was Dr. Gorou, he had specifically ignored your advances. He was too old for you in his 30s, he had thought. But now, here you were, and the roles had swapped. Now he was the young adult, and the attraction had taken hold of him. Maybe it was hormones or maybe it was the fact that he finally had something from his old life in front of him.

He spotted a photo on your desk and leaned in to inspect it. He was shocked by the image- younger you standing next to Dr. Gorou. He just about choked on his tongue asking, “Hey, who is this?”

You looked up from the leg you were tending and followed his gaze. A sad smile crossed your face. “Oh, that’s my old mentor. He was a kind doctor that went missing, presumed dead. I miss him every day.”

Take that, (Y/n)’s husband. He thought victoriously.

“When can I see you again, Doc?” The stunt double asked as you bandaged his leg, “Maybe at a bar, just you and me?”

Aqua felt red-hot rage shooting through his veins. How dare he?

You giggled your sweet giggle, the one he’d missed for 18 long years, and turned him down. He didn’t deserve your laughter or your kindness, and Aqua seethed silently from it. You had pined after him for so long, why had you moved on?

Maybe your husband had forced you into a relationship. Threatened you. That’s the only conclusion he could make from this situation. After all, you still had his picture on your desk.

He’d take care of your husband for you, and then he’d find a way to make you see that he’s the same man you fell in love with all those years ago.

[laughableillusions]

Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

[glazesunflower]

Hiiii Welcome back ! How have you been?

It’s been a while since i made a request lol, so you’re gonna be the 1st one since then.

Here : « Reader asks for a favor (like cuddles, sitting on her lap, a kiss…) in public but her gf refuses to do it, so instead R acts like child: pouts, silent treatment and asks the same favor to someone else in front of her girlfriend ! »

I don’t know if you do Sumeru’s girls; soo if yes : Candace, if not, maybe : Kokomi and any girls of your choice who have lot of prides :D Thank youu <3 ! Have a good day/night

Asking For Her Affection

Characters: Candace and Kokomi x GN!Reader.

Warnings: A very mild version of jealousy and possesiveness.

Notes: It's the first time I'm writing Candace, so I hope this a nice way to welcome her to my blog! I hope you enjoy this :)

The air of the dessert is a little rough on your skin as you stroll through the village. It’s not something you despise. In fact, it adds to the charm of this beautiful place that you’ve learned to love. For it’s kind and hardworking people, for the stars in the bright sky at night, but most of all, for the woman who is gracefully walking next to you now.

You turn to her, a smile dancing on your lips as you see Candace. The people around stop to wave at her, saying words of appreciation or showing her a wound that healed nicely thanks to her advice. Candace’s eyes light up as she receives their words, her own smile the most precious treasure in this side of the desert.

As you watch her thrive among the praises and warm words for her, you feel your chest tighten with affection. You love her more than you can say, the threads of your heart pulling you closer to her until you’re holding her hand in yours. Candace watches you with a light flush as you press a kiss to her hand.

“Feeling affectionate, my heart?” Her smile is radiant, glowing and so familiar.

You kiss her hand again. Then, her arm. Her shoulder. You tug at her lightly so that she’s closer to you. Closer still.

“You could say that.” Your lips caress her skin so gently, almost like the drops of sand caressing the ground below. “Everyone loves you so much, but… I kinda want you all to myself right now.”

Candace’s eyes widen, just a little. She’s usually collected, but no one can read her subtle changes in expression better than you can, after all this time. The faint blush adorning her cheeks isn’t lost to you, either.

“Oh, darling… I’m just not sure this is the appropriate place for such affection.”

You can hear the embarrassment in her voice, just a little. That fuels something within you, a playful side that only comes out when she’s looking at you with those mismatched eyes full of poorly-concealed emotions. You insist.

“Come on, it will be alright.” Your hand  travels up her arm, her shoulder, tracing the line of her clavicle, incessant. “Don’t you want everyone to know how much I adore you?”

You watch the hesitance cross her beautiful eyes, and you wait for the glimpse of her smile. Instead, she shakes her head, lowering your hand with an apologetic stare.

“You know I appreciate your affection endlessly, my heart, but I prefer keeping our love private. I hope you understand."

She says, but you’re still feeling the playful tug in your chest. You pout, hoping to bribe her with your most endearing act. It has worked more times than you thought it would, truthfully.

Candace watches your expression and her eyes soften around the corners. 

"Alright, alright, you win. No need to pout, my dear. I'll give you a kiss when we get home. No, I will give you as many as you desire. Will that suffice?"

She graces your hand with soft fingers, light like the morning breeze over the slopes of the desert, but it’s still not enough.

Just then, you spot Dehya sitting at the tavern you’re just passing by, and a mischievous thought crosses your mind. You really don’t fight the urge.

“If it isn’t Dehya in the flesh,” you begin with a grin, you approach your old friend, leaning over her with glistening eyes. “Would you mind if I sat with you for a minute? In fact, would you mind if I sat on your lap, my friend?”

Dehya’s eyes widen in surprise. You watch her cheeks grow a darker shade, her hand frozen over holding her drink. Before she can reply, you place yourself on her lap, wrapping your arms around her neck, just like you had wanted to do with Candace. Though this time, you exaggerate your movements. You know she’s watching.

Dehya swallows, her voice faint with confusion when she says, “Uh… Sure?”

From the corner of your eye, you watch Candace’s reaction. You find delight in the way her eyes seem to open further, watching you rest your weight on someone that isn’t her. Her mismatched eyes flash with emotions— Amusement, jealousy, and perhaps even a hint of possessiveness. You’re thrilled.

After a few more empty words exchanged with Dehya, you get off her lap and bid her farewell, leaving her stunned and even more flustered. You will buy her a drink later on to make up for the scene you did today.

Grinning from ear to ear, you return to Candace. The playful sigh that leaves her lips is music to your ears.

“Alright, I see what you did there.” She says, giving in and interlacing her fingers with yours. You notice her touch tightening around you, the possessiveness leaking through her perfectly-crafted expression of calmness. You really are delighted. “You win this time.”

Pulling her close, you can’t help but press a kiss on her lips, palming her face with your free hand. Your voice is nothing but sweet when you whisper, “I love you and only you, my dear. I hope you know that.”

And you watch Candace defrost in your hands, her eyes swelling with the same affection that you feel for her.

She smiles, realizing that even though she might feel shy about displaying affection in public, she really can’t resist your playful charm when you make good use of it.

From that day forward, you find a balance between private and public displays of affection, strengthening your bond and making each other feel loved in every possible way, and you adore every single second of it.

The air is salty and the ocean breeze carries the delightful laughter of Kokomi as you walk down the bustling island of Watatsumi. 

Hand in hand, you enjoy the moment sharing stories and comfortable discussions about any given topic you can think of, your mind and heart at ease with your girlfriend by your side. Part of you knows that she’s not prone to being too affectionate in public, but the other more insistent part of you is really resisting the urge to shower her gentle hands and her lovely features with your loving kisses. You’re trying very hard, honest.

But when you pass by a quaint teahouse, the surroundings less crowded, you can’t help but lean in to her. You place a strand of soft pink hair behind her ear, whispering all too close to her,

“My love… Wouldn't it be fun to steal a kiss right here?"

Kokomi chuckles softly, the beautiful sound echoing through the chambers of your rose-colored heart, and you drink in the embarrassment that blooms in her cheeks at your proximity.

"As much as I'd love to, my dear, I prefer to keep our affection private."

How delightfully disappointing. You tug on her hands, your affection pouring out of you and seeking release. Your voice is a soft thing in her ears.

“Just a little kiss, my dear? No one will notice, I promise.”

But Kokomi shakes her head gently, locks of beautiful pink hair cascading down her back as she speaks, formal and polite and righteous as ever.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'm the Sangonomiya Clan's Divine Priestess, and maintaining a certain image is essential. It's not that I don't want to, but… I do have responsibilities to uphold. You know this."

“Is that how it is…”

For a moment, you’re torn between dropping the subject and teasing her further. But just then, you see a familiar face from the corner of your eye, and you suddenly have no say in the matter.

Your lips curve into a mischievous smile.

“Oh, look! There's Ayaka!” You wave at her enthusiastically, watching her kindly wave back at you, a polite smile dancing on her lips. You wink at Kokomi. "I wonder if she would grant me a little favor."

“What are you—”

You don’t give her the chance to finish the sentence. With quick steps, you’re soon next to Ayaka, playfully taking her hands in yours. Your eyes are a dangerous thing.

“Ayaka, may I have a kiss? Just one, I wouldn’t dare take more from you.”

Ayaka’s face is bright red in an instant. From her neck to the tips of her ears, you find amusement in the deep shade of scarlet that colors her skin, more than taken aback from your unexpected request.

“I— I am— I mean, you— Um—!”

She stammers, and you can’t help the chuckle that leaves your lips. Still with her hands in yours, you raise them up to your lips. Softly, you press a kiss to her gentle skin, leaving her more than flustered.

“There.” Your smile is sweet, innocent even. You let go of her altogether. “Just one, as I promised. I won’t trouble you further, my lady.”

And, with that, you turn on your heels and leave an incredibly flustered Ayaka catching her breath, light in the head.

Going back to Kokomi with a playful grin, you can’t help but notice the protective expression in her eyes. For a moment, you’re afraid you might’ve gone too far with this.

“I was playing, Kokomi. You know I only have eyes for y—”

Kokomi grabs the hem of your shirt and presses her mouth to yours, her lips finding yours with urgency. You close your eyes and let her have her way with you for those seconds that last a lifetime, almost. Then, she pulls away from you, cheeks flustered, brow furrowed.

“Just this once.” The possessiveness in her voice delights you to no end. “But don’t do that again. Promise me.”

And you soften, wanting nothing more than giving her everything she possibly asks of you.

“I promise you, my heart.” Now it’s her hands you’re kissing. Tender, affectionate, not enough for you, just enough for her. “You’re the only one for me, Kokomi.”

You listen to her laugh softly, and your heart soars, relieved that it was all in good fun. 

"You know you're the only one for me too, my love.” She strokes your hand lightly. “I adore you, and I'm glad you understand why I can't be too affectionate in public."

And you choose to understand this time, because you love her more than words can say, and sometimes loving means compromising, too.

"Of course, my heart. Your responsibilities are important, and I respect that. Besides, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.” Your lips grow into a smile, genuine in the motion. “Our love is special, no matter where we are."

Just like that, you continue your walk. As you make your way home, Kokomi leans in and presses a gentle peck on your cheek, a sweet compromise between public decorum and her affection for you, too.

And you can’t help but feel that there is a loving happiness in balance.

If you enjoyed this, please consider liking or reblogging it <3!

You can check more of my writing on (this link!). Thank you!

[hwanswerland]

i have many opinions after the ateez ticket sale and i really want to rant bout them some more. i feel like this really showcased what i dislike about kpop as a genre and general concept and what stereotypes about it i see as (somewhat) true: that the artist is a commodity, and it's only about the money.

because wdym you have to pay 250 to 550 euros to be able to stand in front of the stage? i've been to a few rock concerts of big, internationally famous bands, and was like second row just because i arrived like 30mins earlier than i expected. and i paid 85 euros for that lol. someone i know got front row seats for paul mccartney and they were 150 each and they were considered expensive but worth it to a super fan. not to mention that at a kpop concert the general standing ticket is soooooo fucking overpriced for getting a guaranteed place behind all the vips and no way of being really close to the stage. my sister paid 90 for taylor swift standing tickets, like hello???? 100+ for a ticket is already far too much imo.

i hate that you have to pay that kind of money to see an artist you like. and for a kpop group where SEEING them is definitely part of the appeal of going and everyone knows that, it just feels so evil that companies price tours like this, knowing the fans are going to pay whatever anyway. however 550 euro is more than i pay for rent and never in my life would i pay that much just to see someone sing and dance on a stage. no shade to everyone who would and does, i'm happy for everyone who got a ticket. but still. that's just evil. isn't art supposed to be for everyone, accessible to EVERYONE and not only the priviledged?

while i'm at it i have some things to say about the vip1 things that may not be very popular opinions lmao. firstly not to mention getting signed things (like last tour i believe) just by paying a lot more than others -> people not as priviledged may never/with difficulty get something like that, and tbh many people i've seen online really thinking of themselves as 'better fans' just because they paid more. what a fucked up world this is lmao. i mean people get vip1 for barricade and the send off event right? i get wanting to be in the front row, even though i cannot understand most people then watching the concert through their phone, recording everything in hope to get their y/n moment, which is another thing i could rant about forever. anyway, the send off. idk what it's this time, but hi-touch has been what happened before so maybe it's that again and literally all i have to say about that is YIKES. bc let's be real, what you're paying for is to touch a stranger, who by virtue of contracts and people hvaing paid horrendous sums cannot actually consent to this. maybe they don't mind, maybe they do, we will never know because they're not allowed to say and everyone saying that they'd tell us if they're uncomfortable is delusional. like they get off the stage after hours of extensive physical workout, put into hair and makeup again to clean them up and make them look flawless again, and then made to sit/stand/wave/etc. i'm more than willing to pay artists, and in return i expect them to perform whatever i'm there for, but that's it. it's their job to put on a show. but does it really also have to be their job to fulfill some parasocial fantasies their fans, that they do not even know, have? especially when it's not even them doing it of their own free will. the members showing up in the pop-up stores last tour okay, if they want to say hi to fans then good for them. but staying late after a show? idk man. it really just doesn't feel right to me to treat them like products like this.

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 014: let’s dance

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: hiiiii!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post this chapter, but I kinda had a writer’s block with it lol but I’m back! It’s kinda short but I hope you like it <3

series masterlist • previous chapter • next chapter

"There's nothing to watch." Cat let out a groan as she threw the remote control on the couch "I'm gonna die of boredom, I'm not even joking." She covered her face and slipped off the couch onto the floor

It was almost 6 pm and Cat was just looking for something to watch on the tv after finishing her dinner. But she couldn't find nothing and was already starting to lose her mind.

"I've never met someone more dramatic than you." Bucky said before putting the spoonful of food in his mouth

"I'm not even kidding, I want to cry." She rubbed her eyes while still laying on the floor

"You can cry." He told her

"I'm not gonna cry." She sighed and then dropped her arms to the floor, she was all spread out like a starfish

"Are you sure there's nothing on the tv?" He looked at her

"I don't wanna keep looking."

"Didn't Sam said he found a music channel the other day?" He said with his mouth full

Cat let out a small gasp and sat up to look at him. "You're right."

"Well?"

"But I don't know what channel it was, ugh!" She groaned grabbing the remote again "Hey, Sam!" She called him as she rested her back on the couch, still sitting on the floor "What is he doing?"

"He's not even here, he's on his daily walk with Steve, remember?" Bucky reminded her

"Oh right, shit." She rolled her eyes "Whatever, I'll look for it myself."

She kept on looking through the channels until she finally found the music channels.

"Holy shit, there are a lot." She said "You wanna hear music from your time, old man? There's a channel for 40s music."

"I just want you to find something that entertains you." Bucky replied

"I love music, I don't care from what time, I can be entertained with that." She looked at him "So I don't mind listening to 40s music."

"You said you were gonna help me to get up to date with music, why don't you do that?"

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Okay then."

"You were born in the 90s, tell me about that." He said

"Well I really like 90s music but sometimes I prefer music from the 80s." She replied with a shrug "I think we need to pick up where you left off."

"I already know 40s music." He looked at her, his head tilting a little bit

"Well then the 50s." She said "There's a channel with 50s music, wanna listen to it?"

"Sure." He nodded "Wanna give me a quick recap?"

"Glad you asked." She turned to look at him "The 50s are a very popular decade not only for the music but also for the style and all that shit." She started saying "There's a movie, you should watch it, it's called Grease and although it was filmed in the late 70s, the movie is set in the 50s and it's a really good movie."

"We have to watch it then."

"Yes! We can go to that place that Sam told us about and see if they have it so we can rent it." She suggested

"That would be great."

"I honestly think you would've loved the 50s." She looked at him

"You think so?"

"Yeah." She nodded "From what I've seen in movies and stuff, I feel like you would've loved the vibe."

"Well who knows." He shrugged "You need to show me this Grease movie."

"Oh trust me, I will."

They spend the rest of the evening listening to the songs, Sam and Steve came back home from their walk like an hour after and while they were in their rooms, Bucky and Cat were in the living room just talking while Cat drawing on her notebook.

"Dance with me." He told her

She lifted her head looking at him kinda shocked about him asking her that. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Dance with me, you said you know how to dance.. so let’s dance."

"I know how to dance, just not to that." She pointed at the tv where the music was coming from

"I can teach you, I'm a really good dancer." He said

She just shook her head lightly accompanied by a soft giggle. "I'm not dancing to that, you're crazy."

"Yes you are, come on." He stood up from the chair "I'll teach you."

Cat was just looking at him thinking about what to say. "Sit down."

"No until you accept."

"Oh my god." She rolled her eyes closing her notebook "You're insane."

"You're insane, come one, get up."

"Are you actually serious?"

"Yes, come on." He grabbed her hand

She had no other choice but to stand up from the chair and Bucky was quick to pull her a little closer to him.

"This hand goes here." He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder "And then I put this hand here." He gently placed one of his hands on her waist

She could feel his breath on her face, that's how close they were.

"We're.. close." She lifted her head to look up at him

"What? Are you nervous?" He said in a low tone, the corner of his lips curving into a small smirk

She scoffed. "You wish."

Truth is, she was very nervous.

"Okay, I lead." He said "It's just slow dancing."

"I've never slow danced before."

"You're a baby and it shows."

"And you're a very old man and it shows." She replied and he rolled his eyes

"Just follow my lead, it's easy, I promise." He said

She just relaxed and did exactly what he said and just like that, they were dancing. And she wasn't feeling as nervous anymore, Bucky was saying things to her, sometimes making her laugh which definitely helped ease things for her.

"You still nervous?" He teased

"I wasn't." She rolled her eyes

"Yeah you were."

"No, I wasn't." She lifted her head so she could look at him

"Of course you were." He replied

And that's when it really hit her. They were very close. Their faces were just a few inches away, one sudden move and their noses could touch. She wanted to say something back but as soon as she opened her mouth, she closed it back up getting completely lost in those steel blue eyes that were piercing her soul.

"I- uh.." she pressed her lips together and cleared her throat trying to think of something to say

She was really nervous. It's the first time they're this close and if she was being honest, she was enjoying every second of it.

As was he.

The way his real hand was gently holding hers and how his metal arm was wrapped around her waist so soft that she completely forgot that it was metal. And Bucky was loving having her so close to his body like that. It was really comforting for him. He loved every second he spent with her.

And he wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.

Seeing her pretty green eyes looking up at him like she also wanted it.

Because she did, of course she did. But she didn't want to be the one to make the first move.

She was looking at him with those pretty, pleading eyes and who was he to resist?

He started to slowly lean in making her breath hitch as she parted her lips a little, trying to calm down her nerves when their noses slightly touched.

The sound of a door opening made Cat quickly move her head looking down. Bucky then made her do a spin to kinda ease the tension that obviously built up and then pulled her back to his body wrapping his metal arm around her again.

"Those two really know how to ruin the moment huh." Bucky whispered which made Cat giggle a little

Steve walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but stare at Bucky and Cat, who were in the living room, a little surprised by the fact that Cat was dancing to a slow song, but also he thought it was kinda cute to see them like that. When they started living together they were arguing almost every day, which was driving Steve and Sam crazy. But now they get along pretty well, which is nice.

Steve smiled a little and said, "Hey, you're slow dancing." to Cat

"I know!" She let out a little squeal making them laugh "Am I doing good?" She turned her head to look at Steve

He chuckled. "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

She couldn't help but laugh at the comment. "Why thank you!"

"See? I told you it was easy." Bucky said to her

"Okay, it is easy.. happy?"

He smirked. "Very."

(…)

It was a little past 11 pm, Cat was sitting on the balcony floor just looking outside while eating a chocolate bar Sam bought for her like two days ago.

"I thought you said you were going to sleep." Bucky's voice sounded through the living room

"Yeah, but I wasn't sleepy." She replied eating the last of the chocolate bar "What are you doing up?" She asked, her eyes still looking through the balcony rails

"Well I just got out of the shower." He said, his voice getting clearer and a little louder as he got closer to her "So what are we looking at?" He sat right next to her

She shrugged. "I don't know." She replied rolling the chocolate wrapper into a small ball "The cars, I guess."

"Are you feeling okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Hey, here's another one." His fingers went to her nape where she had another tattoo "This is the first time I've seen that one."

She chuckled. "Yeah, most of the time my hair is down." She moved her hand to the back of her neck for a moment before she moved it back to her lap

"Do you really think everything happens for a reason?" He asked referring to the tattoo

She turned her head to look at him. "I do." She nodded letting out a soft sigh

"Do you wish things had gone differently?"

"Yeah, of course I do." She nodded "But I don't think I would change anything if I had the chance."

"Why?"

"Well because if it hadn't gone the way it did, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"You got a point." He nodded "Wow, that was deep."

She let out a soft chuckle. "Thanks, I guess."

m. masterlist • series masterlist • next chapter

likes and reblogs will be appreciated!

[sebsgirl71479]

Wedding Hijinx

Bucky Barnes x Curvy Female Avenger

Warnings: maybe some cursing, fluff, tiny bit of angst, mention of stippers.

Word count: 3,142

A/N: I started this at 10pm all  because of an episode of Designing Women. I know some of you may not have watched this show but you should lol. I hope you enjoy this thing that wouldn’t leave my brain.

This story begins 2 days before the wedding of 2 well known Avengers. James ‘Bucky’ Barnes & Y/N  Y/L/N. 2 years ago Bucky and y/n started dating. After a mission that caused Bucky to be hospitalized, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with y/n. Have children, buy a home, maybe get a cat. So 3 days after he was released from the med-bay, went to his closet and rummaged through a box he had of things that were recovered for him from his family. When he found his ma’s wedding ring and in the most unromantic way (both of you weren’t very traditional.) He found you in the kitchen while you were making him lunch. He stood beside you, went down on one knee and proposed to you right there in the kitchen. 

“Y/N the past 18 months have been amazing and this last mission had me thinking that, I can't live another day not having you as my wife. Angel, will you marry me?” You immediately tackled him and started kissing his face. “Bucky Barnes you adorable man, yes I will marry you!”

So here you are 2 days before you and Bucky’s wedding and you’re having the rehearsal dinner at the compound. Nothing elaborate, just a simple potluck dinner like you, Bucky and Sam used to have when you would visit Sam's sister Sarah in louisiana. In fact Sarah was your maid of honor and Wanda was one of your bridesmaids. 

“Sweetheart, I don't want you to get too rowdy or crazy at your bachelor party tomorrow. I don't want to have to bail you out of jail.” You laugh a little at your joke.

“Don’t you worry angel. I told Sam I didn't want anything too wild. Just the guys playing poker and he said he got someone to serve us some very rare whiskey and cigars. I promise I’ll make sure nothing bad happens. Now should I be worried about what Sarah has planned for you tomorrow?”

“Not at all baby, we are just having a good old fashioned sleepover with the girls. You know I just like staying in.” 

You give Bucky a kiss on the lips and continue to dance with each other. 

The next day, the girls were getting the living room ready for the bachelorette sleepover. They told you not to enter until everyone arrived and you were in your pj’s and robe. While that was happening you were watching Bucky get dressed for his party. He looked so handsome in his black button down dress shirt, top two buttons undone. Black slacks and dress shoes. You’re trying to figure out a way to keep him home and cancel your party just so you can stay in bed and have sex all night. 

“Are you sure you have to go tonight? You’re looking pretty sexy in that outfit, I just want to take it off and have my way with you.” 

You tell him, sitting on the bed squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip. Bucky walks up to her and leans down and gives her a kiss that would make her knees weak if she were standing. 

“Yes baby, I have to go. Otherwise Sam will have my neck and I don't want to hear it for the rest of my life that I missed my bachelor party.”

He stands back up and walks back over to the dresser to put on his watch. But before he can get away too far you smack his ass just for good measure. He looks back over at you like you just lost your mind. 

“You know if you keep that up, you’re not going to like my punishment.” 

“Well Sargent, I will be looking forward to this punishment.”

Bucky finished putting on his watch and walked back over to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

“Alright angel, I’m going to head out. I’ll call you when I'm going to leave Sam’s apartment and head home. I Love You.”

As soon as Bucky leaves, you head into the compound's living room. The place is all decked out in your favorite color, and layed out on the coffee table is 4 bottles of sparkling wine, beer, and everything you need to make fondue. While you and the girls were having fun, drinking and painting each other’s nails, Bucky was at Sam’s apartment playing poker and enjoying the cigars and drinks Sam had brought in special for Bucky.  

“I Love You too. Have fun.”

After about 2 hours of all the guys playing poker there was a knock on the door. “Sam, who is that? I thought everyone was here already?”

Bucky had asked Sam. Sam got up with a smile and walked over to the door and opened it without even checking the peephole. When the door opened there was a very pretty woman in a short trench coat and high heels. Bucky knew what was happening and he knew y/n was going to be pissed when she finds out. 

“Sam, I said no strippers, I promised y/n man.” Soon after music started playing and the stipper started walking over to Bucky giving him a lapdance. He was a bit uncomfortable while she was doing her thing, because all he could think about was his beautiful fiance at home having a sweet sleepover with her friends. All of a sudden he heard something clicking on his left wrist and it snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked down. 

“What the hell is going on?”

The stripper has put one part of her minaj a tua cuffs on him and put one on her. She then grabbed his collar and brought him up from his chair to have her start dancing on the table. Bucky was fracking out, but all the guys were really enjoying this. Sam and Clint were egging everyone on.

“Come on cyborg, have some fun stop being so stiff.” Sam had yelled at Bucky over the music. Bucky looked up at the stipper finally finding his voice and he talked to her.

“Um I hate to ruin the mood but you do have the keys for these right?” 

The stipper then got all wide eyed and then fell to her butt with the realization that she didn't have the key.

“Oh my god, i dont have the keys. These were an afterthought and my keys are…oh no. They are in my husband's car and he is on his way to Baltimore for a job.”

Bucky snapped his head over to Sam, who had a sheepish look on his face. He was pissed, how was he supposed to explain this to y/n. He has her favorite cousin here with him and he didn't want him to get into trouble either.

“Okay, this is what we have to do. Clint, see if you can get a hold of the state toppers and try to find her husband on the highways from here to Maryland. Sam, in the meantime, we have to find something to get through these cuffs. Oh god, if I'm not back by midnight, y/n is going to have my head.”

Bucky is trying to not look too stressed out but it's getting harder by the minute. Sam is trying to discreetly call someone at the compound to see if there is anything that will cut through the cuffs. Clint, got through to the troopers and they are patrolling the highways for the stippers husband. Which by the way, her name was Rosa. He thought to himself, ‘of course Sam would get me a latin stipper, y/n is latina and that's one of the reasons he fell for her. Not to mention her fantastic, voluptuous curves. Okay he's getting off track here, he has to think of how to get these cuffs off. 

Meanwhile, you are having the time of your life with your girls and you have no clue what's happening at Bucky’s party. Now back to Sam’s apartment where most of the men have left except for Sam, Clint, Scott, y/n cousin Frank and of course Bucky and Rosa the Stripper. So far they have had 2 locksmiths and none of them could get them open, then one of the locksmiths called a friend of his that was a welder and had him come over to see if he could help out. After a few hours they couldn’t melt the metal or nothing. Sam’s efforts in trying to get someone from the compound to bring something to unlock the cuff was futile. Nothing was getting through these cuffs.

All of a sudden Bucky’s phone pinged and his blood ran cold, knowing it had to be y/n. He took out his phone and sure enough she texted him.

Babydoll: Baby, it’s after 1am. Where are you?

“Guys its y/n, she wants to know where i am? I was supposed to be back around midnight, it's already almost 1:30!”  He tries to text you back as casually as he can. 

BuckyBear: Oh, shoot! We got caught up in a really wild game of poker honey. Don't worry I’ll be home soon. I love you.

Babydoll: Okay come home soon, don’t forget we are getting married in 13 hours lol. I miss you.

BuckyBear: Okay sweetheart, I will. 

“Okay, hopefully I bought us some time. Clint any word from the state troopers?” Clint was just getting off his phone then.

“Yeah, they caught him just outside of Baltimore and they are having him look for the handcuff keys right now. If karma is on our side, we should be able to have them back here in the next two hours or so.” 

Well that never happened, halfway into the drive back to New York there was an unexpected 18 wheeler collision blocking both directions of the highway back to New York. Bucky was ready to have a panic attack, he has no clue how to explain this to you. It's already 5 in the morning and everyone is out of ideas. All of a sudden the front door opens and in walks Sarah and you following her. Okay, Bucky definitely was going to have a heart attack.

“Sarah, y/n what's happening? What are you doing here?” You can hear the nervousness in his voice. Something is up.

“Bucky, baby what's going on? I’ve been worried sick. You never called, you never came home. Look at my poor cousin, he's passed out. Why didn’t you send him home at least?” Just then y/n see’s Bucky sitting on the couch with a half naked woman and he’s handcuffed to her.

“What the hell?! Bucky, why are you handcuffed to a stripper? Sam, I knew you would do something like this. I’ll leave you to your sister for punishment!”

Y/N was fuming, Bucky was trying to calm her down, so was Rosa the stripper. Then the unthinkable happened. The stripper took the other cuff and put it around y/n’s wrist. 

“Oh my god she cuffed me! What were you thinking, we’re getting married in a few hours!” Now Bucky is looking at y/n in shock and can't understand what is happening.

“Okay, let's all try and calm down. I know the situation just got worse but we can try and figure this out.” Y/N is now crying, trying to get the cuffs off her but it won’t do any good. So Bucky walks up to her and tries to comfort her.

A few hours later, and you have calmed down enough to try and start getting ready for the wedding. You, Bucky and Rosa the stripper are all running on fumes at this point. You had to take a shower so all 3 of you were able to make it back to the compound so you could take a shower the best you could. 

“Honey. I’m so sorry this is happening. I’m so, so sorry. Damn you Sam you got us into this.” You hug Bucky as tightly as you can and just cry into his chest. Bucky feels like shit because of what is happening. 

Now it was 2 hours until the wedding was supposed to start and you were sitting in yours and Bucky’s shared room in a towel waiting for Wanda to come in and do your hair and makeup. She finally walks in and she brings a surprise guest, Yelena. 

“Oh my god what happened here? Must have been one heck of a party last night? Y/N I didn’t know you were this kinky?”

“Yelena, I'm really glad you're here but I don't have the patience. Rosa here, she's the stipper that Sam surprised Bucky with last night and she handcuffed him to her then she cuffed me later and now we are stuck.”

“Yeah I know what kind of cuffs these are, I have a pair myself.”

“Don’t joke with me Yelena, do you have the key on you?”

“I think I still have them in my purse, let me check.”

It’s practically chaos in the room. Once Yelena finds her key she tires them on the handcuffs and starts with y/n first. They work and she starts uncuffing Bucky then Rosa. Poor Bucky is a walking zombie at this point.You start to slap his cheeks a little bit to wake him up.

“Bucky, baby, wake up. Come on, you have to get ready for our wedding baby. Wanda, go get Bucky a big cup of coffee and some of the sandwiches from last night please?”

“Sure thing sweetie, Come on groom, let's get something in you and off to Scotts room to get you dressed. Y/N I’ll be right back.” Before Bucky can leave the room you give him a kiss on the lips.

“Hey, I’ll see you a little bit. I’ll be the one in white.” Bucky looks at her like she hung the moon.

“And I'll be the fella up front in blue.” They give each other one last hug and he is out of the room. You turn back to your vanity and see Rosa getting ready to leave. You stop her before she has a chance to sneak out. 

“Hey, I know this is a weird request but if you don’t have anywhere to be, how about you join us at our wedding? I’m a little on the curvy side but I'm sure Wanda has something she can loan you. What do you say?”

Rosa Seems to contemplate her answer.

“Well I am free for the rest of the day, I’d be honored to be at your wedding. It's not everyday you are handcuffed to two avengers and then get to be at their wedding.” She says with a little laugh at the end. Wanda comes back into the room and as she starts doing your hair you ask her if she has anything that will fit Rosa and she tells you she does and Yelena walks her over to her room so she can look through her closet. 

It's almost 15 mins until the wedding is supposed to start and it starts to lightly snow. You see it as a good omen, and just go with it. You are finally ready to head downstairs and out to the outside grounds of the compound where the ceremony is taking place. Sarah is holding your train while Wanda puts the finishing touches on your makeup all while walking through the main area of the compound. 

Everyone that's still working around has stopped to watch you walk through, telling you, you look beautiful. You tell them thank you and now you are at the doors that lead you to the aisle. You take a deep breath, and you tell Sarah to let the musicians go ahead and start playing. You have a small group of string musicians playing an instrumental version of John Legends All of Me playing. 

As soon as it starts playing, Bucky turns around and sees Sarah and Wanda walking together. Once they are down the aisle, you start walking towards Bucky, the love of your life. As soon as Bucky sees you, his heart skips a beat and he almost forgets to breathe. You look like an angel walking towards him, with the snow falling and the way your dress flows, he feels like he is in heaven. He is crying a little but when you see this you walk a little faster to him just so you can wipe his tears. 

“Oh baby, you're crying.” You bring your hand up and wipe the few tears that are coming down his face. He lightly grabs your wrist and kisses it, then he places his hand in yours and you both look towards the minister so he can begin the ceremony. While the minister is talking, you and Bucky look over at one another and mouth ‘i love you’s’ to the other. You finally get to the i do’s and then the minister announces you as man and wife. Bucky grabs you by the waist and dips you as he kisses you in front of a cheering crowd. You both smile into the kiss and he brings you back up and you both walk back down the aisle to get warmed up inside. 

“So, how does it feel to have a wife, Mr.Barnes?”

“It's the best feeling in the world, Mrs. Barnes.” 

“Do you think we have enough time to catch a nap? I'm so exhausted, I don't know if I can stay standing anymore.” Bucky looks at her with so much love in his eyes.

“I hope they don’t get too mad at us. We can push the pictures back 30 mins for a quick nap.” At that moment, Bucky picks you up bridal style and heads towards the elevators and presses the button to your floor. Once you get into your shared room, Bucky places you on the bed and he takes off your shoes, then he takes off his jacket and shoes and slips in behind you. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Could you set an alarm to wake us up in 30 mins please?” 

“No problem Sargent Banes. Oh and Congratulations to you and Mrs. Barnes.” You smile at what the AI said,

“Thank you very much F.R.I.D.A.Y. 

What you didn't know was that she gave you both an extra 15 mins to sleep and told anyone trying to get into your room to leave you alone for a bit because you both were sleeping. You never thought the beginning of your marriage would start with you and Bucky being handcuffed to a stripper all night but, worse things could have happened.

Tags: @christycurlswrites @povlvr @altagraye @peaches1958 @buckyalpine

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Hey,

Hope you’re having a lovely day. I sent this ask because I believe you and I are in the same place, the middle ground, not a pjm but not fully ot7(at least by twt standards)

I would like to have a discussion on the drawback of Jimin. I’m new to the fandom but even before I joined I distinctly remember the name Jimin.

I was a 1D fan and Jimin was all up on my YouTube. I remember watching his compilations before I could even tell the band members apart.

Anyway flash forward and that same Jimin is what has me joining a tumblr space to share my woes. Why?

Because I genuinely care for the guy. Like if something were to happen to him I’d cry. I resonate with his albums. Appreciate his music and I feel proud seeing how his voice has improved.

I don’t feel the need to be up in his private life but I still like to know he’s okay once in a while.

He is kind of like an acquaintance.

Anyway, I feel it’s important others know, as a past local, that Jimin knows how to shine.

This guy is smart, he knows himself and he knows his charms and if he WANTED to, he would.

No one can ignore Jimin. Everything about him stands out: his looks, his voice, his charms, his dance.

My take on FACE as someone in marketing: it’s poor marketing.

Hybe knows how to market.

You don’t become a multibillion dollar company and not have a marketing team.

My take on the marketing strategy: Use Jimin to draw the public eye, then as a ladder to push the other artists up.

On the street, smoke sprite, face, people Pt 2

All released around the same time. Multiple music shows, beat coin, Jimmy Fallon, face playlist, behind the scenes content, face live

Did I miss anything? Maybe it was such a whirlwind.

Anyway I give the marketing of FACE a 5/10. Nice buildup but chaotic/ crazy at the end.

Listening to Jimin I realize he’s very humble and hardworking.

he’s the kind of person that you can’t help but praise, and that stirs jealousy.

his members praise him, the persons who work with him praise him, his fans consistently praise him, his friends praise him, he’s even made an impact on his tattooist.

locals praise him. But he also stands out too much. Like from a marketing POV, JK is much safer? Even look at reactors, they feel so strongly toward Jimin that they have to preface: I’m straight blah blah whilst the others it’s just “yeah I like RM, JK/V”

I don’t know how to describe it. Jimin is so unique he’s controversial.

I could be watching a BTS video with a muggle and they recognize no one but the “guy who looks like a girl”, then all of a sudden we’re in a conversation about their sexuality .

it’s kind of frustrating, and annoying….so most Jimin fans are understandably silent. Especially with this influx of jealousy and hate

But what is silence? Silence is not good for data.

so what does hybe marketing team see? A whole lot of jungkook and tae

Jungkook and Tae on instagram. Jk and Tae on TikTok. Jk and Tae topping google searches. JK especially

so they likely conclude, we should make JK our pushed product. Because they can’t afford to push everybody.( or can they?)

And then, what happens? Jimin who’s been basically working with his in-house producers this whole time comes and pushes the competition out the water by topping the billboard, AS A DEBUT, with a song in KOREAN.(again the man isn’t safe lol)

I can’t describe to you how mindboggling this is. If I was a marketer I would have been shocked and realized that, Jimin has a silent fanbase but a highly engaged fanbase.

There is a reason Tiffany and Dior wanted him. A highly engaged fanbase is more likely to spend money, while a bigger but less engaged fanbase is good for mass appeal( say Calvin Klein)

A highly engaged which is so much more important imo. That is the foundation BTS propelled itself off of. That means you just need proper promotion, his silent fanbase just need to find the courage to speak and share and you have a force.

The issue? Jimin’s fans are silent because Jimin is silent. They were loud when Jimin was loud, locals couldn’t stop hearing Jimin. They subconsciously follow what Jimin wants, and maybe, like many others, they probably feel Jimin isnt ready to shake up the whole world yet as a solo artist yet.

and he made it clear he isn’t. He made the album to get it off his chest, and is basically saying he does NOT want to outshine his band members. (JM: I know you love me but remember BTS is first everyone)

so Jimin fans are basically stuck supporting his music and sticking with the ot7 till another time.

but I want to say to all Jimin fans, with that #1 on Billboard you made a statement. There’s a reason kpoppies are all up in your grill. There’s a reason Hybe is putting more focus on the other members. There’s a reason Jimin is not promoting himself that much.

cause they know, they all know. Even Jimin himself knows he’s a force to be reckoned with. The man just wants to chill as a member of the band for now, but continue reminding him and the company time and time again that he has the potential to shake up the industry .

Hi anon,

Thank you for sending this. I really do appreciate it. I'm sure a lot of people do as well.

Perhaps Jimin does want to do things quietly or perhaps not. But I don't want him to ever think that he is not enough for us and therefore we didn't do enough for him.

So let's follow what this anon is saying. Stream his music, give views to his MVs and fancams, engage with any content that has Jimin like Tiffany, Dior, naver articles, all of that.

We will see what happens in the future but for now, this is what we do.

Jimin deserves the world.

Thank you for sharing all this!

-I have attached a post with Jimin centric playlists:

-Please give views to this video (it's a competition, ok?):

-If we want Jimin to get awards, we must give Youtube views. I hate Youtube but it must be done.

-Presave Angel pt2, which will be released on Thursday, 6/15. Don't buy on Thursday, wait until Friday. I will post playlists once the song is out:

I think the link might not work for everyone so try here too:

https://fastx.lnk.to/AngelPt2

I think that's about it...for now

[star-going-supernova]

Hey, I don’t know if you do story request but I had one. I would like a scene of Gregory with the animatronics but it’s from the button gift scene from coraline. So Gregory sneaks into the pizzaplex and the Glamrock gang give him a wonderful times for the first few nights but then says that Gregory can stay here and they show him an empty cub animatronic suit. And Freddy wants him to join. Hope this is understandable, thank you.

This is tumblr generated prompt number 64! Full disclosure, I’ve never watched Coraline, so other than a few gifs and this scene on youtube, I’m flying blind here, lol. I couldn’t bring myself to make them malicious the way I’m pretty sure it is in Coraline, so we’ve got some bots who mean well in, like, a gently creepy way. 

Blind Eyes

The first time Gregory snuck into the pizzaplex after hours, he’d thought he was dreaming. The animatronics that spat out the same lines day-in and day-out were so alive and welcoming when they weren’t performing for a crowd. They’d been delighted to meet Gregory, and they’d played with him and gave him food when his stomach grumbled and tucked blankets around his shoulders when his eyelids grew heavy with sleep. 

It’d seemed too good to be true. But the same thing happened the next night, and the next, and every night after that first one. 

One of the animatronics was always waiting at his secret point of entry—a side door that unlocked if you wiggled it just right—to either bring him to wherever the rest were or call dibs on his attention. Roxy was always looking for a go kart rematch, and they were nearly tied for wins. Monty had a special golf club decorated with stickers just for Gregory, and he showed him how to do trick shots and hit the ball just right to get a hole in one. Bonnie taught him how to bowl and was always cheering him on, even for little things. Chica split their time together between cooking (Gregory was her official taste tester) and dancing. He did crafts with Sun and took much needed naps with Moon. DJMM showed him how to use his soundboard, even if it was a little too big for Gregory, and let him use his secret tunnels in the walls. 

But as much as he enjoyed spending time with all of them and was coming to think of them as his family, Gregory admittedly had a clear favorite. And they all knew it, gently teasing both him and Freddy. 

Freddy—Freddy hugged him and carried him places, and he was really easy to talk to, and he always gave Gregory his full attention. Gregory never felt forgotten or less important than someone else when he was with Freddy. Freddy showed him around the pizzaplex, gave him a tour of even the places that guests weren’t usually allowed, and he always always made sure Gregory knew he was welcome in their home. 

He’d spent so long cold inside and out, so lonely that it hurt, so forgotten that he felt like he was fading away like a ghost, that Gregory could practically feel himself coming back to life when he was with the animatronics. He smiled and laughed under their care, the color returned to his pale cheeks, and his ribs stopped being so visible beneath his skin. 

It was amazing. It was wonderful. It was a dream come true. 

He should have known there was a catch. Really, Gregory knew better; he had to know better, being a street rat. Wariness kept him alive. 

But their gentle hugs and bright eyes and warm love had blinded him. 

“I worry about you, superstar,” Freddy explained as he carried Gregory into Parts and Services. “You were hurting so much when you first came to us. You were starving, weak.” 

Gregory nodded along, comfortable in Freddy’s arms. He was small for his age, stunted by malnutrition and illnesses that were never properly treated. It was easier for him to be carried, since he practically had to jog to keep up with any of the large animatronics moving at a simple walking pace. He really didn’t mind. 

“The world outside the pizzaplex is a dangerous place, especially for one such as yourself.” 

Meaning young, alone, inexperienced. Yeah, Gregory knew that all too well. 

Freddy’s blue eyes were so bright and warm when he looked at Gregory. “It would be best if you stayed here, superstar, even during the day. You would be safe here, with us, and we could make sure you are never hurt or lonely again.” 

Hope filled Gregory’s heart. “Really?” he whispered. “You want me to stay?” 

“Of course,” Freddy said earnestly. “We all do.” And he pushed through a set of doors into a room Gregory hadn’t seen before, and there was the rest of the band, and Sun and Moon, and even DJMM tucked in the very back. 

Yes please, I want to stay, I want to stay forever, Gregory wanted to say. He opened his mouth, eyes prickling with happy tears, but Freddy continued before he could speak. 

“There is just one thing we must do,” he said, carefully setting Gregory down. “We have been preparing this since you first came here, and we knew you belonged with us.” He gestured at the others, and Roxy and Chica parted, revealing something hidden behind them, held upright by Monty and Bonnie.

It took Gregory a moment to figure out what it was because he’d never seen such a small animatronic before. It was a child-sized brown bear. It wore a fabric poncho, which was a deep blue with two white stripes going around it. The lower leg pieces were a lighter, icy shade of blue with bright gold stars. Each wrist bore a dozen bracelets, some beaded, some intricately woven thread, some with charms. He—actually, he recognized those. He’d made friendship bracelets with most of the animatronics by that point, and he knew those were the ones they had made. 

The dull, unlit eyes were a deep gold. 

Gregory titled his head in confusion. Something in his gut clenched, but he tried to ignore it.

With a flourish, Bonnie sort of… opened the little animatronic. Its chest swung to the side like a door, and the face sort of unfolded. He could see even the legs had seams that gave them a front and back half. 

Inside was a mess of wires and rods and sharp bits that stuck out along the chest and face. A particularly large spike stuck inward from the back of its neck, where a spine would be, a dozen slightly smaller ones below it in a neat line. Oddly enough, there was no sign of an endoskeleton like all the others had. 

“Sorry it took so long,” Chica said. “We had to make sure it was perfect.” 

“Custom sizing and colors and everything,” Roxy said proudly. 

Almost shyly, Freddy said, “We—I hope you do not mind that we chose a bear cub. If you would prefer something else—a wolf, or a bird, or a bunny, we could change the outer suit easily enough.” 

“You’ll make Fazbear jealous, though,” Monty told him with a teasing grin. 

Cold realization made his heart skip a beat. He stared in silent horror at the inside of the suit, at all the bits and pieces that would slide under his skin and pierce into his bones. 

Gregory nearly jumped when Freddy’s hand pressed against the small of his back, the animatronic having kneeled down without him noticing. “I know it looks scary,” he said sympathetically, “but it is a quick procedure. It will be over soon.” 

Finally finding his voice, Gregory cried, “I’m not going in there!” 

“Aww, but, sunshine,” Sun cooed, “you’ve gotta if you’re gonna stay with us!” 

“Humans just aren’t allowed to live here,” Bonnie agreed apologetically. “And you want to stay, don’t you?”

“It’s not even that bad,” Roxy said, testing the sharpness of the largest spike along the spine. “You’ll barely feel it.” 

Gregory numbly shook his head. Did they not know that he’d die if he got in there? Did they think humans were—what?—made for that sort of thing?

“It’d kill me,” he whispered to Freddy. Beseeching, Gregory turned and tugged at him, but for once, the light in Freddy’s eyes wasn’t comforting. 

“Nonsense,” Freddy replied. “We know what we are doing, superstar.” He nudged Gregory forward, and Gregory became very aware that every single animatronic in that room was ten times stronger than he was. If they decided they didn’t feel like waiting for an answer, there’d be nothing he could do to stop them. 

Swallowing heavily, Gregory pasted on a shaky smile. “I, uh, I need some time to think about it. It’s an important decision, right?” 

“Of course,” Freddy agreed immediately. The others nodded along, making Gregory’s knees go weak with relief. “Would you like to go to my green room?” 

“No! I mean, no thank you. I think I’d like to take a walk. Get some fresh air, y’know?” 

He started to back away, heart racing. 

Freddy stood. He was so tall, so much larger than Gregory. He had held Gregory mere minutes ago like Gregory weighed nothing to him. 

“I know,” Freddy said, “that you will make the right choice, superstar.” 

[localsimpissleepy]

Another set of previews are here! Lets get started!

JD 2025 Previews: Week 2 (Part 2)

Holy shit, a bi or a pan queen (or king idk)-

I feel like most of us (kinda) were expecting to see Brezziana be the coach for the classic map, but i don't mind this either

Watching it a few times, this map is kinda starting to grow on me, i really like the coach and the choreography

This is just for me, but idk why but i think the backup dancers are a bit distracting (Don't get ne wrong, i love the effects they used for them, but i cam get a bit distracted easily so-)

But overall, i think this map is good!

ITBDOF7VSO7FVKS

EPSILON MY BOY! HE'S BACK!

I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS, HE'S SO CUTE WITHOUT HIS MASK ON

I was literally frozen in shock!

Me: Epsilon is back! That's cool-

Then bro took of his mask and i frozen in place

Map of the year for me idk what anyone says-

Sidenote: Someone says his hair looks like Wolverine and now i can't unsee it lol-

We got the April map back lets go!

As much as I love the Ballroom Version of Vogue, i'm kinda liking this map a bit more, sorry-

Don't really got much to say, but i think April's new outfit is cute and the choreography is cool (i love I Wanna Dance With Somebody already so i like this map aswell)

I was not expecting this duo for this song

The classic rountine was fine for me, i was kinda hoping for an alt, but i was not expecting this

The choreography is great! I didn't like how the classic map had too much arm movements (my arms get sore easily so)

I think the only, i guess criticize i have for this map, is the coaches

I like these coaches but i for me, i just don't think they fit this song, gald to see them back, but still-

Anyways, this batch of previews were good, can't wait to see what previews they'll show Wednesday (or Tuesday, idk if they wil do that again or if it was just a one time thing)

[daeryn]

a kiss beneath the mistletoe

hiiii @bulle-blackhole!! here’s your gift for the @onepiece-blorboexchange! i wanted to get this out for you before or on christmas, but things have been crazy for me this month and things obviously didn’t go as planned, so please excuse the lateness lol.

i couldn’t help but combine two of your requested scenarios since i thought they’d fit so nicely together. i hope you enjoy!!

prompt: first kiss under the mistletoe with smoker + softly touching your cheek with his hand as you look at each other softly.

word count: 1.3k

contents: gn!reader, fluff, “humor” as a result of my sleep deprived brain, christmas party/ball, unnecessarily detailed descriptions of muscles, some brief descriptions of anxiety, can be read as either canon universe or modern au

You tugged insistently at the collar of your formal attire, feeling slightly suffocated by both the fabric and the atmosphere around you. You had yet to enter the main room, simply standing off to the side, and still the small niggling fear inside you lingered. 

What was there to be afraid of? Oh, only making a fool out of yourself in front of your long-time crush and the entirety of the organization he works for, no biggie. 

When Smoker invited you to this Christmas party, you agreed before your brain could catch up to your mouth. With the way he said it– all low and personal like it was just for you– it made you jump at the chance. But now, all you wanted to do was go home. 

You watched in awe as Smoker’s fellow officers twirl about the dance floor in a suspiciously rehearsed waltz that you clearly hadn’t gotten the memo about. Honestly though, how would soldiers in the navy have the time to learn dances like that? It was clearly a waste of time and resources. 

Mustering your courage, you stepped further towards the end of the hallway and glanced into the room to get a closer look at the dancers– the women in their glimmering gowns and the men in their sharp suits. With each downbeat of the music, you felt your eyes flitting to a new location, searching among the crowd for the man who was able to get you to come in the first place. 

He spotted you first. 

He called your name as he approached you, but you barely registered it because of course he wouldn’t even wear a shirt to a formal ball. 

His bare chest was, like always, exposed and put on full display on center stage, framed by the curtains of his naval jacket. You couldn’t help but glance at his defined abdominals, admiring the view. You wondered just how much training earned him such rippling muscles. Seriously, those things could replace any household cheese grater. 

“I’m glad you came,” he said, breaking you out of your reverie. “You look…” He trailed off, gesturing at your outfit as he sought for the right words. A faint blush was overtaking his face. It looked foreign on him.  

You ran a hand through your hair as you looked down at your feet. “I didn’t really have anything that was on par with the dress code, but…”

He cleared his throat. “You look amazing.” He adjusted his cigar, fiddling it between his lips. “‘M not very good with this whole thing.” 

“What?” You teased. “Words? Speaking?” 

Smoker rolled his eyes at you. “Compliments. It’s easy with a crew of soldiers. Just tell ‘em they suck or they don’t suck too bad.”

You stifled a laugh at his frankly abysmal show of praise. 

“But with you, I never know what to say. What you want to hear.”

You reached up to place your hand on his shoulder, something you wouldn’t have even thought to do any other time. He initially flinched at your touch, tensing in a way only someone hardened from battle can do, but as soon as it happened, it was done; his shoulders relaxed and accepted the sensation. 

“Anything you have to say, I would be happy to hear, Smoker.”

He smiled, a soft, subtle thing that was just barely an uptick of his lips. If you didn’t know the man so well, you might not have caught it. His hand reached to the back of his neck in an awkward show of embarrassment. “And I you,” he responded in a reverent whisper, eyes glowing from the candle-lit chandeliers of the ballroom. 

You couldn’t help but think back to the very first time you met Smoker, when he had first been stationed in your hometown. He was gruff and rude in his brief interactions with both his subordinates and the locals, but there was something caring and kind within him that you wanted to find, to excavate and keep all to yourself. 

And in that moment, as the music crescendoed in the background and his calloused hand caressed your cheek, you felt as though you had achieved that. 

From behind you, lazy footsteps clicked against the marble floor until you felt a rather large back collide with your own. It jolted you forward towards Smoker, just narrowly missing his cigar from burning the skin on your face. He caught you in his arms, glaring at the figure behind you. 

“Oh~” Admiral Kizaru drawled as he turned around to see the two of you. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He glanced up above your heads before smirking. “Have fun you two~”

You took a moment to readjust yourself and your outfit. “How do you deal with him? He’s so…”

“Infuriating?”

You huffed. “Yes.”

Smoker breathed out something between a chuckle and a sigh. “Sadly, you get used to it. Believe it or not, they get worse.”

You stewed in your thoughts, unconsciously mumbling your words of distaste for the laidback admiral aloud as Smoker followed Kizaru’s previous gaze up above his head. His eyes widened. “Oh,” he whispered. 

“What?” you asked. 

His face was red. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought steam was puffing out of his ears. (It was just the smoke pluming out from his lips. The lips you would actively avoid looking at or thinking about in just a few short moments.) He wordlessly pointed up and as you followed it up, up, up, you felt a cross between hope and dread lodge itself deep in your throat. Mistletoe.

“Oh indeed,” you said. 

He let silence settle between you for a while before he cleared his throat. “Did you want anything to drink? I can go get some champagne or something–”

Of course. The attraction between you two was obvious to anyone with working eyes and ears, yet every time there was an opportunity, you would both shy away from it, casting aside any feelings that had bubbled to the surface, allowing them to settle like flat soda. This game of emotional cat and mouse had been going on for months and frankly, you were sick of it. 

You grabbed onto his arm before he could walk away. “I’m not thirsty.”

“Well, do you want me to get you something to eat instead?”

“No, I want you to kiss me, damnit!”

You were tempted to slap your hand over your mouth, but you refused to. You meant what you said. It wasn’t a mistake. 

“You do?” Smoker asked, unsure yet hopeful. 

“Yes. Plus,” you pointed up at the mistletoe “it’s the rules.” 

He shook his head, laughing softly. “Of course. The mistletoe holds the highest jurisdiction.” His hands made their way to the back of your head, cradling it like you were something precious, rare, and valuable. Though to him, those were all objective truths. 

You took the cigar from his lips with one hand while the other rested atop his forearm, drawing him in closer. “And you are a man of the law.”

“I must uphold justice,” his breath ghosted across your lips, just mere inches away. 

“Please do.”

The violins swelled as his lips finally met your own. Each and every note the dancers out in the ballroom waltzed to sounded fuzzy and unfocused as your senses were overloaded with the feeling of Smoker’s lips– rough, unpracticed, and slightly chapped– against your own and the lingering taste of his cigar on his tongue as you eagerly accepted it into your mouth. 

When you reluctantly pulled away from each other, he touched his forehead to yours as he stroked his thumb across your jaw tenderly. 

“I lied,” you admitted. “I am very thirsty. I would love some champagne.”

He groaned as you let out a melodic giggle. 

You received a light flick to the forehead before he wandered off to get you that drink. You chased after him with a smile on your face and a laughter-filled apology on your lips. 

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (35)

Felix: Can we all just sit down for a minute? I’m getting kinda nervous.

Androcles: Calm down, Class Pres. We’re just meeting our Tributes.

Clemensia: Yeah. Just treat it like a weird family reunion with a bunch of strangers.

Felix: Don’t say that word! Family reunions are the bane of my existence!😭

Androcles: Your statement’s not helping at all, Clemmie.

Dennis: Yo, guys, are we still going to sing ✨Gem of Panem✨ in front of the Tributes?

Festus: Lol. I hope not. I don’t even remember a word.

Coryo: Can we sing a different song, Class Pres? Our National Anthem might bore them to death.

Felix: Honestly, I forgot about that. Does anybody have a copy? How about you, Andie?

Androcles: Don’t look at me! I only brought popcorn for the show.

Lysistrata: Sharing is caring, Andie~.😊🔪

Coryo: Can we just choose a banned song that our class already knows how to sing?

Apollo: Like what?

Coryo: I don’t know. But it has to be upbeat and catchy-

Dennis: Like “Everytime We Touch” by Cascada?

Sejanus: How about Barbie Girl?😀

Coryo: Yeah! Barbie Girl sounds pretty good, Babe.

Hilarius: I want Barbie Girl too!

Diana: “Everytime We Touch” it is!

Coryo: But Barbie-

Felix: Fine. We can perform Lady Cascada’s iconic song instead.

Apollo: Nice one, Class Pres.

Sejanus: Barbie-

Diana: No.

Hilarius: Barbie Girl!😫

Diana: No!!

Prof.Sickle: *walks in* Children, why are you still standing there like idiots?! Fix your skirts and have some dignity today!

Festus: Can we eat first-

Prof.Sickle: Don’t even think of embarrassing me today, Creed! I’m gunning for that sweet sweet raise!

Urban: Like Highbottom would ever give someone a raise-

Prof.Sickle: Shut it, Turban.

Urban: It’s Urban.

Prof.Sickle: Whatever. The Tributes are here.

Felix: Everyone, get in position!

Treech: *walks in* Wow. This place looks pretty impressive.

Circ: Yeah. Not bad for Capitol idiots.

Teslee: How did they even install so many big ass TV screens inside this hall?

Marcus: Just to be clear, I’m not Marcus today.

Lucy Gray: Where are the cameras? I’m ready for my close-up!😎

Felix: Welcome, Tributes to Heavensbee Hall-

Arachne: Just start the music already, Class Pres!

Felix: Fine! *plays Everytime We Touch*

Androcles: *dramatically grabs the mic* 🎶I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me, I still feel your touch in my dreams🎶

Persephone: *Pretends to beg* 🎶Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why, Without you, it's hard to survive🎶

Sejanus: *winks and freestyles to Coryo* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly🎶

Coryo: *embarrassed AF, but synchronizes with Sejanus* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Felix: *Charleston dances to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Festus: *jumps and points at Coral* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

*Synchronized Shuffle Dancing Ensues*

Jessup: Why are they singing?!

Coral: Those dance moves though!🤣

Marcus: Can’t I have one normal day?!

Lucy Gray: Shhhh! I wanna watch them dance!

Prof.Sickle: Lol. I’m recording this.

Lucky: You know we’re broadcasting this LIVE on TV, right?

Lysistrata: *kicks her way to the front* 🎶Your arms are my castle, Your heart is my sky, They wipe away tears that I cry🎶

Vipsania: *Pretends to cry* 🎶The good and the bad times, We've been through them all, You make me rise when I fall🎶

Gaius: *Backflips for no reason*

Diana: *Slides to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly🎶

Florus: *Points at a random Peacekeeper* 🎶Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side🎶

Casca: *Runs in* Who the f*ck allowed them to sing?!😱

Prof.Sickle: I thought this was your idea.😏

Treech: Is this even part of the program?

Lucy Gray: Shut it, Treech! We’re getting to the good part!

Hilarius: *Moonwalks to the front* 🎶Cause every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky🎶

Livia: *Diva mode* 🎶Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life🎶

Felix: *Stops music* So what do you think?😀

Reaper: Is it too late to drive back to the zoo?!😫

Facet: Do another one!

Circ: Was that recorded?!

Lucy Gray: Can somebody give me a copy of their performance?🥺

Coral: I hope my District saw that!

Lucky: I think all of Panem saw that.

Marcus: You don’t say.😒

Casca: Goodbye, farewell, my pristine reputation!😭🔪

Teslee: Can they sing ✨Barbie Girl✨ next?😀