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s-awturn · 8 months ago

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What it's like to date them || F1 Grid

cw: cuteness, display of affection, obscenity (?), a little dirty and degrading, love in its purest form.

starring: LH44, CS55, CL16, LN4, OP81, MV1 x latina!fem reader

a/n: after days without posting anything, I'm back, before you ask, I have the draft of Underworld Sun started, I have a Toto oneshot halfway through and something else in the draft, however,I wanted to write this because I know you like it and I like to make my readers happy, so enjoy!

he is a complete gentleman, he opens doors for you, pulls out chairs for you to sit down;

LEWIS HAMILTON:

even though he is very discreet, he makes sure everyone knows that you are his;

he loves it when you wear his clothes publicly or clothes with his name and/or number on them;

flowers, gifts, even a car, he loves to spoil you with anything you want;

jealous? Absolutely not, he knows that no one is good enough to attract his attention;

he loves your legs, completely in love with them and loves them even more when they are around his waist or head;

kisses on the hand and forehead are common things in your daily lives;

he loves it when you speak to him in his native language, he pretends he doesn't understand anything just to see you blush when he asks what it means;

there are many photos of you on his Instagram, without any further comments;

he likes privacy, so no quick sex in risky places;

in fact, he hates quick sex because he likes to fuck you in his own time, without rushing;

'Mrs. Hamilton's, 'my love', 'my life', 'darling', that's all he talks to you about.

but it's not because you're not going to have sex in some risky place that he won't tease you, he fucking loves seeing you trying to control yourself, keeping your composure;

fetish for compliments? Yes;

even if they are degrading compliments;

“You're so beautiful, baby, how can someone so beautiful be so depraved?”

you are the paddock's favorite couple;

CARLOS SAINZ:

he carries your bag or anything you have in your hand;

'mi reina', 'corazón', 'mi tesoro', 'mi cielo' is what he always calls you;

he takes you to Mallorca whenever he can;

sex in the car, sex in the driver's lounge, sex after the races, sex anywhere;

if there is an argument, his father is on his side;

you hate that he pays for things for you, but he doesn't care, he will pay for anything you want;

he is always, always touching you;

he always takes you to parties where he knows Latin music will be playing, because he loves to see you dance;

he loves to fuck you in your old bedroom at your parents' house, with your family downstairs;

long, overstimulating foreplay;

cute declarations of love in spanish and italian because yes;

he loves dancing reggaeton, salsa, samba or bachata with you;

yours, completely yours. He dedicates victories to you, you are the one he turns to in bad times, it is always about you;

sometimes he doesn't pay attention to what you say because he's obsessed with the movements of your mouth, he loves your mouth, kisses you whenever he can and loves the feeling of your lips around his cock;

kink size, kink size, kink, size, kink size, kink size;

"Don't make noise, corazón, we don't want your parents to hear you moaning, right?"

you are always holding hands, in any situation, anywhere;

CHARLES LECLERC:

he himself took his things to his house, clothes, cosmetics, books...;

he records TikTok trends with you;

he loves kissing you, from little pecks, cute kisses, to those that take your breath away and leave you anxious;

he understands a little Spanish and no Portuguese, but he loves to hear you speak and tries to use Google Translate (and fails miserably);

dance with him, dance for him, for God's sake just dance;

he loves your home country, loves knowing that you come from a different culture than his and wants to learn everything;

you are always traveling around your country, he loves dating a Latin girl;

it takes you to the best places in Monaco;

and fucks you in all of them;

'mon amour', mon cœur, 'mon ange', 'mon bébé', 'douceur', are some of the nicknames he calls you;

even if it is risky;

he installed The Sims on his computer for you to play;

He always wants you, his desire for you knows no bounds;

call him to fuck anytime, he will want to. Always;

he prepares movie sessions for you in the living room;

he cooks for you (and he's good at it);

Leo likes you more than you like him, and he loves it;

he always takes you to the Paddock, but keeps you away from Max Verstappen (for safety);

he loves (a lot) your hips, he's always touching them, holding them tightly, he's in love with that part of your body and loves it when you wear clothes that highlight this area;

"S'il te plaît, mon amour, sit on my face"

he's a complete sucker for you;

LANDO NORRIS:

there are few things he loves more than you;

he is literally the guy who likes to get hit by beautiful women;

especially if it's you;

he loves (so fucking much) when you speak Spanish or Portuguese to him;

and is learning the language;

wear his clothes and have him on his knees for you;

he buys you many, many books, just so you read to him;

always posts photos of yourself on Instagram stories;

quality time, absolutely, he loves spending time with you;

he is completely versatile, he has no problem letting you take charge sometimes;

he actually loves it when you boss him around;

unexpected trips, gifts, he loves to spoil you;

he likes to leave marks on you, nothing too rude, just something that reminds you of him at random times;

no problem teasing you in public, seeing you blushing and breathless without being able to react is his guilty pleasure;

very much in favor of caresses on the back of the neck or chin;

you can interrupt when he is playing, but only you;

he looks for you at the end of races, before anyone else;

'my dear', 'sweetie', 'bae' are the ways he likes to call you;

he loves it when you sit on his lap voluntarily;

he loves your eyes, but he doesn't deny that your breasts are his favorite part;

he sleeps with his hand on his chest, always;

"Five minutes, I just need five minutes with you, sweetie."

he likes to keep things low-key, call him low profile if you want;

OSCAR PIASTRI:

literally the kind of guy who only smiles with his girlfriend;

he is the good guy, he buys you flowers, drops you off at home, sends you letters, buys you chocolates;

the guy your parents would like you to marry;

the guy who always makes you cum before him (multiple times);

makes a point of leaving a discreet reference to you on the helmets;

buy food and things that remind you of your country;

as much as he love to see you speaking your native language, he feel embarrassed to ask you to speak;

he always does what you want because he knows you will do what he wants in bed;

words of affirmation, but always by letter or text message;

he has a sweet face, angelic even, but he's the kind of guy who takes you to the limit, makes you cum multiple times, leaves you overstimulated;

take him to see your country, he will love seeing the place where you grew up;

a little basic? Yes, he just calls you 'love' or 'angel' and you love it;

He will make a point of participating in your hobbies or reading your favorite books so he can talk to you;

he is a fan of soap operas, he watches them all with you;

he listens to his favorite playlists;

he loves your hands, his hand is always intertwined with yours;

but he also loves your legs, he wastes a lot of minutes of his life looking at them when you wear skirts, shorts and dresses;

"Can you give me one more, honey? I know you can"

MAX VERSTAPPEN:

he's crazy about you, completely and utterly in love with you;

that's why he's your number one fan, he follows everything you do, he roots for you and he doesn't try to hide it;

yes, he's jealous and hates other people wanting you, after all you are his;

but he loves it when you wear clothes that flatter you and insists that you wear them, after all anyone who tries something against you will have to fight with him;

He is intense, and he makes sure you know, the kisses, the touches, all his demonstrations towards you carry this intensity;

he loves to do what you want, spoiling you is the least he does;

be a spoiled brat, he will love it;

he will fight anyone for you;

he loves the fact that you are Latina, he loves it when you speak to him in Spanish or Portuguese;

he loves when you cook for him;

he always gives you tulips, he knows you don't like roses;

he doesn't care about the place or who is listening, he will want to fuck you anywhere, as long as they don't see you;

speaking of which, he prefers to see you from above, or any other position that sees your face;

breeding kink? yes. brat behavior? yes!

he loves to dominate you, make you needy and anxious for him;

'mijn liefde', 'mijn engel', 'mijn meisje', he prefers these nicknames to refer to you;

he likes to text you;

or when you wear his clothes;

whatever you want, it's yours;

root for him and you'll have the best night of your life (until he gives you another one)

"Don't be spoiled, dear, I always give you what you want"

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7brownsuga7 · 1 year ago

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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

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ange1heavensent · 6 months ago

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━High Class Hooker━

Pairing: singer!natasha romanoff x model!fem reader

Content Warning: +18 content, minors do not interact, making out, tribbing, porn with plot, fic based on Madonnas and Jenny Shimizu's relationship in the 90's

w/c ≈ 2000

Natasha Romanoff was a force of nature on stage and a global icon. The world adored her, worshipped her every move, her voice, her presence. Her performances across Europe were breaking records, with people flying across countries to watch her perform. But beneath all the flashing lights and roaring crowds, her mind was always drawn back to you, an undeniable craving pulling at her whenever you were apart.

Tonight, after another concert in Paris, that craving was stronger than ever. The encore had barely ended, the applause still ringing in her ears when she slipped away backstage, grabbing her phone with a hunger she couldn't ignore. She dialled your number, her fingers trembling slightly. When you answered, your voice soft and teasing, it sent a spark of desire straight through her. "Hey, superstar," you greeted, a smile in your voice. "How was the show?"

Natasha leaned against the dressing room counter, her heartbeat quickening just at the sound of you. "It was fine," she murmured, her tone low and sultry, the music she had just performed was still thrumming in her ears. "But it would’ve been better if you were here." A beat of silence lingered before you chuckled, the sound rich and knowing. "Missing me already?"

"I need you," Natasha breathed, her voice husky with intent. There was no point in pretending, she didn’t just miss you, she needed you. Every muscle in her body was aching with the memory of your touch, your skin, the way you felt beneath her. "Get on the first flight. Come to me."

It wasn’t the first time Natasha had summoned you like this, calling you away from your world of flashing cameras and runways to be at her side, even if only for one night. You were both high-profile figures, always on the move, but when she called, you came. Every time.

You could hear the command in her voice, the silent plea, and it stirred something deep inside you. "I’ll be there," you replied, and hung up, your pulse quickening with anticipation.

Within hours, you were on a plane, Paris-bound, the city lights glowing in the distance as the private car Natasha had sent waited at the airport to collect you. The car sped through the quiet, rain-slicked streets of Paris until it finally pulled up at the discreet hotel where she was staying. The driver escorted you up to Natasha’s penthouse suite. No security checks and no questions asked. You were whisked through the lobby with the kind of efficiency that came with being connected to a world-class celebrity.

The door to her suite opened just as you arrived. There she stood, leaning against the doorframe, her hair still slightly damp from the post-show shower. She looked at you with a smouldering gaze, wearing nothing but a silk robe that hung loosely around her figure. "You made it," Natasha purred, her eyes dark with desire as they roamed over you, drinking you in. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," you teased, stepping inside, the door clicking shut behind you as she pulled you in close, her lips crashing against yours with an urgency that told you everything. Natasha never wasted time on words when she could show you exactly what she wanted.

You barely had time to breathe as she pressed you against the nearest wall, her hands already slipping beneath the fabric of your coat, fingers tracing the edges of your body with practised precision. "I’ve been thinking about this all night," she whispered, her lips brushing against your neck, "thinking about you." The heat between you grew instantly, the air charged with a tension that neither of you bothered to fight. Natasha’s hands were everywhere, possessive, demanding, and you could feel her need in every touch.

The bed was only steps away, but Natasha didn't have the patience to make it there just yet. She wanted to feel you, to have you right here, right now. Your clothes were gone in a matter of moments, discarded carelessly as she led you to the edge of the bed.

She pushed you down, crawling over you, her weight pressing you into the plush mattress. "You know what I want," she whispered, her voice thick with desire as her fingers began tracing patterns along your thighs. You bit back a moan as she took control, her touch skilled, knowing exactly how to unravel you.

Your hands travelled north, tracing the soft skin of her thighs and hips before slipping over the delicate fabric of her silk robe. With a gentle tug, you loosened the knot at her waist, the robe falling open with ease. Though you had seen Natasha naked before, the sight of her always took your breath away. Your eyes lingered on her chest, her nipples already hardened by the cool air. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to one, the warmth of your mouth a sharp contrast to the cold, drawing a low, satisfied groan from her.

As your mouth lavished attention on her sensitive skin, you could feel Natasha's body tense and relax beneath your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, a quiet gasp escaping her lips. Her back arched slightly, pressing her chest into you, silently begging for more. "You always know exactly what I need," Natasha whispered, her voice breathless.

You responded by pressing a soft kiss to her sternum, your lips tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. The cool air of the room made each warm touch even more intense. You pulled her closer, the silk robe slipping down her shoulders. The soft fabric gilded against her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

You paused for a moment, your gaze meeting hers. Tell me what you want," you whispered against her skin, your breath sending shivers through her. Natasha's lips curved into a soft smile as she leaned back,"I want to feel you," she murmured, her voice dropping lower. "All of you." With that, you laid down again and let her take charge. She repositioned your bodies, guided your thigh upward and positioned herself above you. The shift of her body, the warmth and weight of her above you, left you breathless. Natasha shuddered as she felt her clitoris nudge against yours, your gasp and indication that you were as sensitive as she was.

Your hands found their place on her hips, fingers grazing the delicate skin. She shivered slightly at your touch, and the sensation made your heart pound harder. You guided her slowly, savouring the way her body pressed against yours, the rhythm between you growing more deliberate.

With every slow movement, there were new sounds emitting from both of you. The way her eyes fluttered shut, the soft gasp that escaped her lips, these were moments you laid awake at night thinking about. You mirrored her pace, each motion purposeful, dragging out the delicious pleasure.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice heavy with desire. There was something raw and honest in her tone that made your stomach tighten with want. You responded without words, your hands roaming across her body, tracing the line of her spine before gently pulling her down closer to you. Her soft skin, warm and inviting, pressed against you, and the sensation of being so close, so connected, sent a rush through your entire body.

Natasha’s hips began to move with more intent, her pace quickening as the friction between you intensified. Her head tilted back slightly, exposing the curve of her neck. You leaned forward, brushing your lips against her throat, the soft, salty taste of her skin grounding you in the moment. As her body rocked against yours, the air between you grew charged, each breath shared, each touch deliberate. You could feel her pulse quickening under your fingertips as she let herself get lost in the rhythm you had created together.

When she opened her eyes again, the intensity in her gaze made your heart skip a beat. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice raw with need. “I won’t,” you murmured, your words soft but filled with the same urgency that coursed through both of you.

Natasha’s hands trailed down your sides, her touch light and teasing, yet insistent. The friction between your bodies was almost overwhelming now, every subtle movement drawing you both closer to the edge. You could feel her tensing, the tension coiling tighter in both of you.“God, you’re incredible,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath against her skin.

Her response was a soft moan, her forehead pressing against yours as she let herself get lost in the sensation. You could feel her trembling, her body responding to every movement, every touch, and the knowledge of how close she was only intensified your own pleasure.

The rhythm between you grew more frantic, bodies pressing together with increasing urgency. You were both teetering on the edge, the pleasure building into something too powerful to hold back any longer. Natasha’s breath hitched, her hips moving with even more need, and you felt the moment of tension just before she came undone. Her body trembled above you, her moans breaking into soft gasps as the pleasure overtook her. The sight and sound of her, completely lost in the moment, sent you over the edge with her. Your own release crashed over you, the sensation overwhelming as you held her close, both of you riding out the waves of pleasure together.

As the intensity of the moment faded, you both collapsed into each other, breathing hard, bodies still trembling. The room felt quieter now, the tension replaced by a soft, lingering warmth. Natasha stayed curled up against you, her skin warm and flushed. For a moment, neither of you spoke, content to just lie there in the afterglow, feeling each other’s presence.

Finally, Natasha broke the silence, her voice soft and full of affection. “You always know how to take my breath away.” You chuckled, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead, feeling the steady rhythm of her heart against yours. “You do the same to me.”

The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains when you woke, the air still thick with the scent of her perfume and the aftermath of last night. Natasha was already up, sitting at the edge of the bed, her back to you as she stared out the window at the city below, wrapped in her robe.

She sensed your stirring and turned, her expression soft, but that guarded look already creeping back into her eyes. "I have to leave soon," she said quietly. There was a flicker of regret in her voice, but it was hidden behind the wall she's built between you. "The tour continues."

You sat up, the sheets falling around your waist. You understood the deal between you, the unspoken rules. You were her escape, her indulgence in the moments when the spotlight grew too bright, but nothing more. There was no room for more. "I know," you replied, rising from the bed, already reaching for your clothes. There was no need for affection, no lingering goodbyes. You both knew the routine.

As you dressed, you caught her watching you, her gaze lingering longer than it usually did. But she didn’t say anything, didn’t try to stop you. Natasha was always careful to keep you at arm’s length, no matter how close she pulled you at night. With a final glance, you walked to the door, the cool handle in your palm. "Good luck with the next show." Natasha nodded, her lips curving into a small, almost sad smile.

"Thanks."

And with that, you left, the heavy door clicking shut behind you as you slipped back into your world, leaving Natasha Romanoff to continue in hers. But you both knew it wouldn’t be long before she called again. And when she did, you'd be there, ready to fall into her arms, if only for one more night.

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unstable-samurai · 11 months ago

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Breathing This Calm Night - smut

Yunjin x Male Reader

ONE-SHOT

Tags: fluff, oral sex, one-shot, tightjob, penetration, k-idol, famous girl, secret relationship

A/n: This is my first request. Thanks @dav1233555 for the plot suggestion 🫡

The two of you were anxiously dragging yourself towards the end of the day. Slowly the hours passed, seeming to last longer than they should, while a hurried and hard routine was followed, with no time to even exchange a few messages.

But you were finally free, at least for now, from the mess that is a magazine of international relevance.

I'm arriving

You read the message and smiled at the phone screen. It wasn't crowded at the restaurant you chose to have dinner at. You reflected for a moment, and thought there was a bit of madness in what you two were doing, but it was indisputable that it was genuine and pure.

Truth be told, this whole thing was real. And thinking that this could be a bit crazy (in other people's eyes, to be more precise) only made your panoramic view of society more bitter.

After all, what was so great about being a foreigner and dating a K-idol? Well, you weren't the guy who was going to change the view of an entire society, so worrying about it was useless.

At least there was some security that this relationship would not be leaked to the media. Well, you were in fact part of the fucking media. There was support from the magazine you worked for (not that you were the owner or anything), and at least no one on your team would poke your eye out. Some other editors you trust already knew about your relationship. It was one of the countless advantages of being in a high position in the company and having a strong influence on what happened inside. I mean, someone from the magazine could try to fuck with you, snakes exist everywhere, doing this in an attempt to self-promote or even abandon ship, handing over the leak of your relationship to another magazine or tabloid (in the headline the motherfuckers would find a way to use the word "affair", just because your previous relationship ended a month before you met Yunjin). But you would discover the funny guy so easily that there wouldn't even be any fun in solving the mystery. All it took was a single call to your father, simply the greatest editor-in-chief who worked at the magazine's headquarters. Already retired, but still exercising great decision-making power thanks to his long years of contributions to the magazine. Your old man was seen almost as a royal advisor or a wise monk where directors, managers and editors from various sectors of the magazine went to ask for advice and help. You were relatively shielded from leaks.

You noticed her approaching. Well disguised, with glasses, hair tied back and comfortable clothes. She looked like just another ordinary girl. You couldn't help but notice the NY Knicks sweatshirt you had given her as a gift, it was both of your favorite team.

She greeted you with a discreet hug. You still hadn't gotten used to the fact that you couldn't give a peck in public que in South Korea. In your perception, it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hi, baby! How are you?" she asked you as she sat down at the table.

"Better now, honey. What about you?"

"The same!"

"Was the day as hard as always?" you asked.

"Yeah, definitely!" she replied. Yunjin seemed eager for this question. She continued: “In the morning I had rap class. By the way, I think I'm getting better. Oh, and in the afternoon I recorded my lines, like, over and over again. The music producer has a very specific vision of what he wants for this track. He apologized and admitted that it might take some time to achieve the desired result.”

"Well, I trust your talent. Remember that you and your group are dealing with a delicate concept. I have seen up close the production of albums that address intimate themes, it is always a challenge, but also a true work and certainly a amazing gift for the fans. You girls are going to do great."

Yunjin laughed, a little shyly.

"It feels like I'm talking to a music critic instead of my boyfriend."

"Well, you're actually talking to a music critic. Oh, by the way, I remembered that I won't be writing the article about Le Sserafim's new album like I said before."

Her expression was one of surprise. Yunjin asked:

"Is it because of me?”

"Yes." you answered honestly. “Well, look, love, I'm prioritizing our relationship and thinking about the future. If this is for real, eventually the press will hear about us together, and a review from me about my girlfriend's music group obviously it would make my opinion seem partial and biased. It's just to avoid future problems."

"Okay" She looked upset. "But I'll still want to know your opinion when you hear the album."

"I'm really looking forward to hearing it." You smiled, making her feel better. "I left the review about the new album for a good friend of mine to write. I really respect her opinion."

"Well, i think we're in good hands. But let's stop talking about work for a bit!"

The waiter seemed to have heard Yunjin's speech as he appeared to save them right after she finished saying that. Yunjin had great taste in food, that's why she always chose the order for the two of you, you weren't the "culinary trailblazer" type; a few months in South Korea and you only knew five typical dishes (always returning to the arms of the big fast-food chains).

"Oh, I almost forgot to give you this!" You handed her a gift. "It had been on my lap for so long that I had forgotten I had brought it with me."

"Oh, baby! You didn't have to do that!"

She started to unwrap it.

"Hope you like."

You waited for her reaction. Yunjin smiled and made a cute little noise when she saw that it was a book (although she already knew from the shape of the gift wrap).

"You know I love reading! Thank you so much."

"It's The Alchemist. I know you love fantasy and this silly self-help thing. This book is a mix of both."

You saw her eyes light up.

"You're perfect. I love how well you know me. And self-help isn't silly, it's very good for evolving as a human being." she scolded you.

You shrugged.

"It's not the kind of thing I'd like to put on my bookshelf. But to each their own.”

She laughed.

"I'm still going to make you read one of these."

"Well, I've already read The Alchemist. If for me it's average, for you it will be a masterpiece."

★

It was around 10pm when the two of you finally arrived at your apartment. Dinner was very good, especially dessert (that bingsu thing was really delicious), and by that night there was no more energy for more fun, it was preferable to have a good night's sleep so that the next day you could do something together. Even so, Yunjin hummed excitedly in the car on the way home. You appreciated all that joy.

You took off your shoes while Yunjin took off her NY Knicks sweatshirt, leaving only a tight tank top on her body. You noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra by the way her breasts showed through the fabric of her tank top. You slowly approached her and grabbed her from behind, kissing her repeatedly. Yunjin wrapped her hands around your neck as she giggled at the series of kisses.

“Will you be my teddy bear tonight?” she asked sweetly. “I need your affection so much, baby.”

“Whatever you need, sweetie.” You said as you kissed her on the neck.

Things were heating up. Your hands slid down Yunjin's soft belly, heavy sighs escaped her mouth unconsciously.

“Look, we still need to shower.” she said.

"No problem." you answered.

“You're putting me in the mood. I'm warning you that if you keep touching me like this, you're going to have to go all the way to finish what you started.”

“And since when has this been a problem for me?” you asked as you led her to the couch.

You took off your shirt and belt from your pants. Yunjin took off her jeans, leaving only her tank top and adorable pink panties. Your hand slid down Yunjin's left thigh while you kissed her right thigh. That was more than enough to give her goosebumps. She had her legs wide open, waiting, almost begging, for you to touch that place. Instead of doing it right away, you decided to play with her a little, kissing and biting her inner thigh while using one of your hands to lightly massage her pussy through her panties. Your lips slid to Yunjin's crotch, where you licked the entire area, she reveled in the act, trying hard not to close her legs with the spasms she was having. It didn't take long for a wet stain to darken the pink of the panties. When you finally removed Yunjin's panties, you saw how wet she was. So horny that she couldn't wait for you, fingering her pussy slowly, opening it with her fingers so you could see how drooling she was; a successful action of provoking you. Then you realized how hard your cock was, pulsing in your pants, painfully tight, which made you hornier.

Without wasting any more time, you dived between Yunjin's legs, eager to taste her (that flavor that was becoming increasingly familiar and addictive… Part of your life. Yeah, we could put it that way), your tongue delighting in the taste and the cozy warmth of the inside of her pussy, while Yunjin moaned softly, digging her nails into the sofa cushions.

“I love it when you suck me like that, baby. You make me feel so good!” she moaned.

At one point she asked to stop because her lust was unbearable and that way he would have an orgasm in a short time.

“I want to feel your cock inside me now.” she said. You had just taken off your underwear when she added, “Wait, what if we fuck in the bathroom. Let’s save time, what do you think?”

Your response was to lift her off the couch and take her to the bathroom. You turned on the light with your elbow and, before you could think of anything, she said:

“Fuck me like this! Your cock goes deep into my pussy when you fuck me in the air.”

You kissed her intensely while you tried to fit your dick into her pussy. The feeling of your cock sliding inside Yunjin was wonderful. Upon realizing that your cock was well placed inside her, you grabbed Yunjin's thighs tightly and began to thrust into her energetically while she held onto you, moaning compulsively.

And Yunjin was right, your dick went deep in that position. You could feel her deep inside, the entire length of your cock was being used, and she loved it. When she announced her orgasm, you wanted to make sure it was intense and pleasurable, the way it made her roll her eyes, so you lifted her a little higher, grabbing her ass, while Yunjin wrapped her legs inside your arms, making her practically hang from you and her pussy is completely inside your dick.

“Oh God, Baby! I’m cumming!”

She trembled holding onto you, while you practically rubbed her pussy on your dick, always rotating it close to your body. It was just a shame that you couldn't enjoy her eyes rolling back at the moment of orgasm, you simply loved seeing her go crazy with pleasure, but there was also a certain contentment in just knowing that it happened.

You sat Yunjin down on the sink and there you started fucking her again, looking deeply into her eyes. At one point she looked at you with so much passion, so much desire that there was a sudden growing desire to fill her pussy with your load of cum.

“Hang me, love.” she asked affectionately.

Her hand wrapped around just over half of her neck, serving as support to fuck her even harder. Sweat running down both bodies, your gaze was lost between the mirror's reflection, her eyes, her tits and her expressions of pleasure. With the sensations highlighted, you realized how much you loved Yunjin and how much this feeling contributed to eminent pleasure during sex.

Holy shit! You were almost there.

You thought about how much you wanted to go deep into this, literally to the end, but you were without a condom and suddenly stopping the act to go get a condom at the end of the championship was a bit... discouraging.

But you have an idea.

“Stand up, sweetie” you said. “Let’s try something new.”

Yunjin got out of the sink, looking at you excitedly.

“Get in the shower stall with me.” you asked, opening the door.

"What do you want to do?"

“It’s nothing out of this world, but it occurred to me that you’ve never given me a tightjob, I think it’s time we tried it.”

She had some assumptions about what this position was, but you helped her anyway. Yunjin was a rather tall girl, so there were no problems for your dick to fit between her thighs, the result was perfect, nothing uncomfortable. You thought about turning on the shower to lube up a little, but her pussy was so wet and the continuous sweat running down between her thighs was already more than great. You grabbed Yunjin's waist tightly and she crossed her legs a little, squeezing your dick.

You began to thrust into her, your cock sliding back and forth as you dragged Yunjin's labia. So you discovered in the best way that this was very pleasurable for both of you. The internal heat started inside you again and gradually you lost yourself in that exciting sensation. As you approached the final explosion, you bestially grabbed Yunjin in every way possible, sliding your sweat-damp hands down her belly, squeezing her breasts and slapping her ass. You lost yourself in the voluptuousness that was Yunjin's body and- Fuck! She loved it. She loved being your instrument of pleasure, knowing that the person she loved so much reached maddening peaks of passion, desire and lust for her. A juice of feelings for an insatiable thirst.

“Oh baby! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-”

Without any warning, Yunjin began to move her hips in a rhythm that immediately took you to the precipice of pleasure. The soft, hot, wet, suffocating skin of her thighs dancing over your cock. This was too much for you. When you came, you hugged Yunjin tightly, holding her as if your life depended on it, giving in to inconstant and uncontrollable moans close to her ear. The frantic thrusts lost their rhythm, going deeper and slower through Yunjin's thighs. She held your arms affectionately, waiting for your breathing to become less labored before kissing you.

"I love you." You said to her.

The phrase was so loaded with something that covered your feelings at that moment, and you wished she was the woman of your life and would never leave your side.

"I love you too!" said Yunjin when she found a way out of your tongue. “Baby, you don’t know how much.”

“This took longer than expected. Let’s take our shower.”

“Yep! Let's go."

You turned on the shower. The hot running water was invigorating, even more so being next to Yunjin, you didn't know that sharing certain intimacies was so special until you finally did it with her. you soaped Yunjin's entire body, she helped you wash your back and you shampooed her hair, gently massaging her scalp; it was cute how it relaxed her, she seemed so surrendered to you in that moment, and just a few months ago you were sitting across from her and the other Le Sserafim girls, asking incisive questions about the creative process of their latest album. That's where it all started, after all. And who could say where it would end?

“Hey, baby, let me shampoo your hair now.” Yunjin said with a cutie smile.

Nobody, you thought. Nobody could say.

A/n: sorry for any grammatical errors 😅

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PILLOWTALK - idol!Karina x idol + g!p femreader

⤷ Fic type: oneshot

⤷ Content warning: alcohol, smut, 18+ only, sex, penis + vagina with protection, oral sex (both receiving) and basically smut with a plot. This will be LOOONG.

⤷ Author's note: based on a real event I attended.

SM Entertainment had finally granted aespa a much-needed two-month break, a rare miracle in the idol world. No rehearsals, no packed schedules, no chaotic airport runs or 4AM music show pre-record. Just... freedom.

Well, freedom and a bit of boredom.

For Karina, more humbly known as Jimin, this sudden dose of free time was starting to feel like a curse. There were only so many shows to binge, and she’d already cleaned her closet twice.

That’s when Giselle—Aeri waltzed into her room like a pink-haired hurricane.

“You have to come with me to this thing,” Aeri said, practically vibrating with excitement. “It’s a function. Not like an awards show or a party. It’s... different.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, lounging on her bed in sweats. “Define different.”

“It’s called Blind One Night Stand.”

Jimin blinked.

“I know how it sounds,” Aeri added quickly, holding up both hands. “But hear me out. It’s like a blind date but for idols only. No cameras. No managers. Just... one night. One person. No strings.”

It sounded ridiculous. Risky. Chaotic.

“But genius,” Aeri added with a wink. “A third-gen senior is behind it. Trust me, it’s legit.” The rapper assured the leader.

Still, she wasn't easily sold.

Jimin folded her arms. “You want me to go have sex with a stranger?” Her right eyebrow was raised high and she gave Aeri a questioning look.

“I’m going to have sex with a stranger,” Aeri corrected, grinning. “You’re going to come as my emotional support... and also maybe have sex with a stranger.” The Japanese girl added with a smug smile.

Jimin opened her mouth to argue but Aeri had already handed her a phone and pointed to a Telegram contact.

“It’s all anonymous,” she said. “You just send them your name, group, and gender preference. That’s it.” It was an easy and a simple step for such an event.

Jimin frowned. The thought of some faceless idol trying to hit on her and touch her body? It gave her mixed feelings—curiosity and anxiety.

After a long pause and one very judgmental look at her ceiling, Jimin gave in.

Karina. Aespa. Doesn’t matter. She typed and hit send.

And just like that, the wheels were in motion.

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The night arrived faster than expected.

The venue: a luxury hotel in Seoul, glimmering under neon lights. One of those discreet places with soundproof walls, a private lounge, and a bar stocked with designer liquor.

Jimin sat perched on a velvet barstool, a half-finished cocktail in one hand, her phone in the other. Her long black hair was let flowing free to perfection, her body wrapped in something black that clung to her in all the right places but still, she wasn’t feeling it.

The music pulsed low and steady in the background, giving her thoughts something to dance around.

Familiar faces were scattered around, some idols she recognized immediately, others she only vaguely remembered. There were more people here than she expected. A few faces she wasn’t sure she should’ve seen in this kind of setting. But nobody was acting out.

She could’ve left. She was this close to standing up and ghosting the whole thing.

Then Aeri returned.

The Japanese girl practically floated over, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. “Jimin! I’m going to my room! They said my partner’s already waiting!” she sang, flashing a hotel key card in front of her friend’s face.

Jimin blinked slowly. “Wow. That fast?” Half-amused by the whole thing.

“Mmhmm,” Aeri hummed proudly. “Catch me glowing tomorrow morning.” Her voice was almost a whisper as if it was a secret.

Jimin scoffed, a brow up. “Catch something else while you’re at it.” Giving her friend a playful dirty look.

“Relax, Yoo Jimin. I brought a whole damn pharmacy,” Aeri winked, twirling the key card between her fingers. “I’ll be hydrated, protected, and possibly sore.”

Jimin groaned. “TMI, Aeri.” As she glared at Aeri and she had her arms crossed.

“Don’t wait too long or someone hotter might steal your mystery person,” Aeri teased as she sauntered off toward the elevators.

“Don’t forget your condom, Aeri!” Jimin called after her, voice loud at first then fading mid-sentence.

She sighed, finishing the rest of her cocktail before reaching for the whiskey that had been prepped on the side. Her reflection in the glass glinted back at her—cool, composed, and slightly tipsy.

Then her phone pinged.

Anonymous: Your partner is waiting for you in the room. Go to the main counter, say your name, and get your key card.

Jimin blinked at the message. Her heart skipped once. Twice. She reacted with a single emoji: Okay.

She tapped her nails on the wood of the bar, contemplating. She could still leave. Blame a stomach ache. Say her driver was waiting.

But instead... she stood.

When else am I going to do this if not now? she reasoned. It’s our break. No one’s watching.

She adjusted her outfit, slung her small handbag over her shoulder, and made her way to the front desk. The receptionist was unbothered and clearly used to this, handed her a single keycard after a short exchange.

Room 1104.

She stared at the number for a second. Of course, she thought. That’s her birthday—April 11th. A weird little coincidence.

Her fingers curled around the keycard. No turning back now.

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The elevator ride was silent. Too silent.

Jimin leaned against the mirrored wall, watching the numbers climb. Floor 9. Floor 10. Floor 11.

Ding.

The doors opened and the hallway stretched before her, warmly lit and eerily quiet. Room 1104 was just around the corner.

Each step she took echoed softly, her heels clicking against the carpeted floor.

She stopped in front of the door. Her hand hovered over the handle. Then she slid the card into the slot.

Green light. Click.

The door opened.

Jimin took a deep breath as her fingers wrapped around the door handle of Room 1104. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, louder than she’d like to admit. Everything about this situation was surreal. A blind hookup event just for idols? It sounded insane when Aeri first brought it up, and even more so now that she was actually stepping into a hotel room for it.

Who the hell am I about to see?

“This better be worth it,” she muttered under her breath.

The door clicked open, revealing the soft glow of ambient light and the silhouette of a figure standing by the large window that overlooked Seoul’s glittering skyline.

And then Y/N turned around.

The sight knocked the air right out of Jimin’s lungs.

Y/N. From Celestial. All black outfit. Sleeves rolled, shirt was well pressed, dark hair tucked behind one ear, with her piercing gaze cutting right through Jimin's soul. She was gorgeous on TV. She was divine in person.

“Holy shit,” Jimin whispered before she could stop herself.

Y/N blinked in mild surprise and slowly smirked, shoving her hands into her pockets. “I won’t even guess. You’re literally Karina,” she said smoothly. “Didn’t think you’d show up to something like this.”

Jimin swallowed and tried to snap out of her daze. “Yeah… yeah, I didn’t think I would either.” She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “Peer pressure.” And the awkward laugh that came out of her mouth afterwards.

Jimin froze for a split second. She blinked, taking a few stunned breaths as her eyes subtly scanned the other woman. Her face, her lips, her scent—fuck. She was even more beautiful up close. She looked like a living, breathing fantasy.

“Giselle was the reason I came,” Jimin admitted, her tone dry. “She basically dragged me into this. I’m pretty sure she’s already... getting busy somewhere in this hotel.” Her voice faded mentioning Giselle 'having fun' at this moment.

Y/N laughed softly, looking down at the carpet for a second before lifting her head again. Her smile was warm but teasing, eyes dancing with mischief. “I hope she stretches first.” Y/N added, as a joke.

She made her way deeper into the room, carefully placing her handbag on the side table. Her skin was warm already—some combination of nerves and alcohol. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she finally met Y/N’s eyes again.

Jimin chuckled and gave a slow nod. “I warned her to bring a condom.” Her eyes were quick to glance at Y/N every time she gets the chance to.

That earned another laugh from Y/N, who casually stepped toward the minibar and pulled out two glasses. “Well, happy accidents, I guess,” she said, pouring the whiskey like it was second nature. “You ended up with me.” Y/N casually shrugged.

“And you?” Jimin asked, arching a brow as she accepted the glass. “What made you come here tonight?”

“It’s my birthday,” Y/N said, clinking her glass against Jimin’s. “My member, Jiyoon, sent me here as a ‘gift.’ Thought I needed a little… chaos in my life.” Y/N rolled her eyes though there's a small smile on her lips.

Jimin raised her glass. “Then happy birthday.”

They both sipped. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was charged, curious, thick with unspoken thoughts.

The taller woman exhaled. “I figured we should take it slow,” Y/N said casually, nodding toward the sofa. “It’d be weird to just walk in and start taking our clothes off, right? I'd actually like to talk to you first. Doesn’t matter if we end up in bed or not.” that signature smile of hers.

Jimin blinked. That was unexpected. And kind of… hot?

That surprised Jimin. In a good way. The soft assurance in Y/N’s tone, the calm confidence, it made Jimin feel strangely safe. And even more curious. She took a seat beside her, legs crossing slowly, eyes locked.

God, she smells good.

The warmth of the whiskey was already trickling through her system, mixing with the buzz from earlier drinks. It only made Y/N more captivating. The golden glow of the lamp lit the side of Y/N’s face like a scene from a movie. Her voice. Her presence. The way she casually leaned into the conversation.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Taking a deep breath, “Oh yeah,” Y/N said, shifting slightly to face her. “What do I call you tonight? Karina? Or… Jimin?” Y/N tilted her head as she asked the question.

Jimin's heart fluttered at the question. She let the corner of her lips lift slowly before replying. “Karina isn’t here tonight, just Jimin. Call me Jimin, Y/N.” she said, her voice lower now, more intimate.

The name you’ll moan tonight.

Wait! WHAT?! Who said that?!

Jimin choked slightly on her whiskey, caught off guard by her own inner monologue. She coughed into her sleeve, cheeks burning, embarrassed by the sudden betrayal of her own mind.

Y/N blinked, surprised, but immediately leaned forward. “Are you okay?” she asked, eyes laced with a hint of concern and amusement.

Jimin nodded quickly, trying to salvage her dignity. “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just went down the wrong pipe.” Jimin cleared her throat and straightened up in her seat.

She was about to spiral into full embarrassment mode, but Y/N tilted her head and chuckled. “You’re kinda cute when you’re flustered.” A brief eye contact from Y/N was made.

Jimin felt her body react instantly. A pull in her chest. A spark between her legs. Everything about this moment screamed invitation.

“Tell me something,” Y/N began, twirling her drink between her fingers. “Is this the first time you’ve done anything like this?”

Jimin bit her bottom lip before answering, “Yeah. First time I’ve even considered it. But I figured if I’m gonna make a reckless decision, I might as well make it during our break. No schedules. No cameras. No staff.” Attending a blind one night stand was already a crazy idea.

“Exactly,” Y/N agreed, setting her glass on the table. “We’re just two people tonight. Not idols.” Y/N told the Aespa leader.

That struck something in Jimin’s chest. No pretense. No pressure. Just… her.

Jimin leaned forward slightly, closing some of the distance between them. “So if we’re not idols right now… who are we?” Her voice was low and filled with a hint of intimacy.

Y/N’s eyes flicked down to Jimin’s lips, then back up again. She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she tilted her head and whispered, “Come here and find out.” Her heart was racing a little because the woman seated next to her was just so beautiful.

That was all the invitation Jimin needed.

Her glass was set down in a flash, and the next moment, their mouths crashed together—hot, slow, and loaded with the kind of tension that had been simmering since the door opened. Jimin climbed into Y/N’s lap like she’d done it a hundred times before, her hands in Y/N’s hair, Y/N’s fingers clutching at her waist like she never wanted her to leave.

Their tongues met—wet, hungry, and perfectly in sync. The first kiss was nothing short of sinful. Jimin had kissed before, sure, but this? This was indulgence. This was drowning. Y/N tasted like warm whiskey and something darker, deeper like something Jimin never wanted to stop savoring.

Their bodies were pressed flush on the couch, tangled up, heat building under their skin like fire about to catch. Jimin’s thighs were parted over Y/N’s lap, her hips already rocking without thinking, chasing friction. The dim hotel lighting bathed them in golden softness, shadows dancing over their features and fluttering lashes.

Y/N’s strong arms locked around Jimin’s waist like a vice, pulling her in with a desperate sort of greed, as if to say don’t fucking leave me tonight. And Jimin had no intention to.

Holding her like she was something precious, and that made Jimin’s heart stutter. But that didn’t stop the way lust clawed up her spine, demanding more.

When Y/N finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glossy with spit, a strand of it still connecting their mouths. Her eyes were dark and half-lidded, flicking down to Jimin’s mouth and back again.

But instead of diving back in, Jimin smiled and cupped Y/N’s jaw, brushing her thumb across her cheek. She kissed her again, this time slower. Sweet, even. Like she wanted to memorize the shape of her lips.

Her hands explored without hesitation, fingertips skimming down the back of Y/N’s neck, over the slope of her shoulders, and finally landing at the buttons of her black shirt. She popped them open one by one, teasing, brushing her fingers over skin with a softness that made Y/N shiver.

At the same time, Y/N’s hands found Jimin’s ass, squeezing it firmly, possessively, and sliding down to the back of her thighs. A soft gasp slipped past Jimin’s lips and her grip on Y/N’s shirt tightened.

Jimin pulled away with a laugh against Y/N’s mouth. “Take me to the bed, silly,” she whispered, playful, breathless.

Y/N smirked, pressing one more kiss to her lips before lifting her up bridal-style with a grunt that made Jimin’s stomach flip. “As you wish, my birthday gift,” Y/N teased back.

Y/N grinned and kissed her again, quick and rough, before she stood up and without hesitation she scooped Jimin into her arms. Jimin laughed, her head resting against Y/N’s shoulder, hands curled around her neck as they made their way to the bed.

Y/N laid her gently on the bed, the pristine white sheets crinkling beneath her. Jimin’s dark hair fanned around her head like a halo as Y/N stood close, helping her remove her heels. They dropped to the floor with a dull thud, and Jimin reached out, tugging Y/N closer by her waistband.

"Happy birthday." She murmured teasingly, her kissable lips were a few centimeters away from Y/N's.

There was no rush, but also no patience.

Fingers worked fast, desperate. Buttons were undone, zippers pulled. Their laughter occasionally broke through the silence was nervous and playful but was quickly drowned out by the heat building between them.

Clothes were removed in a blur of clumsy hands and stolen kisses. Buttons popped. Fabric slid. Jimin’s black cloth ended up somewhere near the lamp, her bra tossed aside. Y/N’s shirt and pants were peeled away with urgency, leaving her in nothing but her boxer, already tented, already needy.

The taller woman knelt on the bed, slotting herself between Jimin’s thighs, then kissed her again, harder this time. The kind of kiss that stole your air. That said, you’re mine tonight. She kissed her way down, lips skimming Jimin’s jaw, down her neck, across her collarbones.

She kissed her way down Jimin's flesh, sucking gently until the skin turned a pretty shade of purple. Her mouth kept moving down, down to Jimin’s chest.

She licked a slow stripe across one nipple, and Jimin’s head tilted back with a groan. When Y/N finally took the nipple into her mouth and started to suck, slowly at first, then harder, Jimin whimpered and arched into the sensation.

“Fuck,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut.

Her own hand was already between her legs, fingers pressed firmly against her clit, rubbing slow circles as her other hand tangled in Y/N’s hair, keeping her close. “God, I can't wait anymore, Y/N.” The noises between them were wet, needy, breathless only made it worse, or better.

Her lips ghosted across her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs, making Jimin squirm.

And then finally, Y/N’s mouth was on her pussy.

The first lick was slow, deliberate, just to make her feel it. Y/N flattened her tongue and dragged it through her soaked folds, humming like she was tasting the best thing she’d ever had.

Jimin cried out, hand flying to the back of Y/N’s head, gripping her hair. “Holy shit, fuck!” she gasped, legs already shaking.

Y/N didn’t rush. She licked and sucked, alternating between soft teasing licks and hard flicks over her clit. Then she slipped two fingers inside, curling just right while her mouth kept working.

Jimin’s fingers threaded through the sheets, her other hand clutching her own breast, mouth open with breathless, fucked-out noises escaping every second.

“God, Y/N! Fuck, don’t stop,” Jimin cried out, voice breaking on the edge of a moan.

She gasped and cursed, her voice hoarse from the moans, and Y/N didn’t stop until Jimin begged her to.

And then�� they switched.

Jimin pushed Y/N down on the bed. “You really thought you weren’t getting anything tonight?” she murmured, a small smile on her face.

“Is this my birthday gift?” Y/N teased back with a similar expression on her face and her impatience was about to break.

Y/N blinked, her smugness quickly melting into surprise as Jimin kissed down her chest, nipping at her skin with newfound hunger. Jimin’s lips left a trail of wet kisses along her abs, and then lower. Past her hip bones, down her thighs, all while holding her birthday girl’s gaze.

“You lay back,” Jimin whispered. “And let me treat you well." She continued, her voice was soft.

Y/N’s cock twitched—still hard, aching now and she needed Jimin so bad to ease the ache. Then she licked her lips. And dove in.

She started at the base, warm tongue dragging upward with zero hurry. She kissed it, sweetly at first, teasing, almost too gentle then wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked hard.

Y/N’s hips bucked instantly, a shaky sigh escaping her throat. “Fuck, Jimin—” she clenched her fists and her eyes were half-lidded.

“Mhm?” Jimin hummed, hollowing her cheeks as she sank lower, inch by inch, her tongue swirling around her shaft. She moaned deliberately around it, letting the vibrations hit in all the right places.

Her hands were firm on Y/N’s hips, keeping her in place while her mouth worked magic—deep, slow bobs of her head, saliva spilling down her chin, a filthy contrast to how fucking gorgeous she looked between Y/N’s thighs.

Y/N's head fell back against the pillow, her hand tangling in Jimin’s hair. “God, you look so fucking good like this,” she gritted out.

Jimin pulled off with a wet pop, eyes shining. “I agree. It’s your birthday... ‘course I’m gonna suck you good.” And then she dove back down, faster now, hungrier, letting the messy, obscene sounds fill the room. Her spit coated Y/N’s cock, dribbling down onto her hand as she jerked the base in time with every deep stroke of her mouth.

Once again, Jimin pulled off from Y/N's cock and she crawled back up to give her a messy open mouthed kiss, Y/N immediately wrapped an arm around Jimin's lower back and pull her in closer.

They broke the kiss to catch some breath and their eyes met as Y/N detached herself from Jimin and she reached into the nightstand for a foil packet. “I’m not stupid,” she whispered. “Wasn’t gonna raw dog Karina of aespa without wrapping it up.” She joked.

Jimin laughed and her cheeks flushed. “You're such an asshole.” the Aespa leader teased back.

“Only sometimes,” Y/N teased as she rolled on the condom, pumping herself slowly as she knelt between Jimin’s legs. “Other times, I’m very… generous.”

Y/N lined herself up, rubbing the head against Jimin’s soaked folds, groaning at how wet she was. “Fuck,” you’re ready for me, huh?” she whispered.

“Y/N, please,” Jimin whimpered, her legs wrapping around her waist.

And then Y/N pushed in.

Slowly, carefully, watching every twitch of Jimin’s brow, every gasp, every desperate clutch of her fingers in the sheets. Inch by inch, she sank in, until she was buried to the hilt, and Jimin let out a long, broken moan.

Y/N didn’t start moving right away. She kissed Jimin’s jaw, whispered, “You feel so good around me,” before finally pulling back and thrusting in slow, deep strokes that made Jimin’s toes curl.

Their rhythm built gradually, slow and sensual at first, but soon rougher, more desperate. Jimin’s back arched off the mattress, her nails scratching down Y/N’s back. Her moans filled the room, every thrust making her gasp, whimper, beg.

The bed began to rock, soft creaks beneath them as Y/N set a rhythm that's deep, slow strokes that made Jimin gasp with every thrust. Their foreheads touched, their eyes locked, breath mingling in the tight space between them.

Y/N kissed her again. It was messy, passionate, tongue sliding into her mouth while her hips rolled in smooth, deliberate motions.

“Look at you,” Y/N murmured against her lips, “taking me so well.” A shaky sigh escaped her lips.

Jimin moaned, her head falling back, exposing her throat. Y/N took the opportunity to lick and bite at her neck, then down to her chest.

She sucked a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue as she kept thrusting. The sensation made Jimin shiver, her legs tightening around Y/N’s waist.

Jimin’s hands slipped down to her own clit, rubbing circles to match Y/N’s strokes. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “You feel so good, fuck!”

Y/N sat up slightly, hands grabbing under Jimin’s knees and pushing her legs up to her chest, folding her in deeper. The new angle made Jimin scream.

“Y/N! Fuck...” Her moan was loud. It was breathy. Jimin was going to fall apart.

Y/N watched her, eyes hooded, hips snapping faster now. The way Jimin’s body jolted with every thrust, how her tits bounced, the flushed look on her face. It was pure fucking art.

But Y/N wanted more. She wanted to see her fall apart. And she think deserved it because it's her birthday.

Without warning, she pulled out and flipped Jimin onto her stomach.

“What are you...” Jimin barely got the words out before Y/N had her hips lifted, her ass up, her face pressed into the sheets.

She slid back in with one hard thrust, and Jimin screamed into the mattress. “Oh my God,” she choked.

Y/N grabbed her waist with both hands, slamming into her with hard, wet strokes, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room. Her hips smacked against Jimin’s ass over and over, the slick sounds of their bodies filling the space.

Jimin was a mess. Moaning, gasping, drooling onto the pillow. Her hands clutched the sheets like her life depended on it.

Jimin was panting, fingers digging into the sheets, each thrust pushing her deeper into the mattress. “Fuck, you feel so good,” she whimpered.

“Yeah?” Y/N leaned over, grabbing her hair and tugging her head back slightly. “You like being fucked like this?” she questioned and to be fair, Y/N was losing herself in pleasure too.

Jimin nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.” every hit from Y/N was making her moan loudly.

Y/N’s pace picked up, the sound of her hips smacking into Jimin’s ass getting louder, faster. Sweat dripped down her back, and Jimin’s thighs trembled.

That was all it took.

Jimin shattered as her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, thighs shaking, loud moans spilling from her lips, her body clenching hard around Y/N. She was so sensitive.

Y/N kept fucking her through it, riding out every spasm, every tremble, until she was spent and breathless.

Not long after that Y/N spilled white into the rubber and only then, Y/N pulled out, unwrapped the condom and tossed it away before flipping Jimin onto her back. She hovered above her, eyes soft now, lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was somehow both filthy and sweet.

Out of breath, Y/N collapsed besides Jimin and they laid there in silence for a moment, the only sound their panting breaths and the distant hum of the city.

Then Jimin turned her head lazily toward Y/N, cheeks flushed, hair messy, lips swollen. “That was…” she breathed.

“You felt so fucking good,” Y/N told Jimin and there's a small yet noticeable smirk on her lips.

Jimin smiled and reached for her, curling into her chest. “I don't regret this.” she murmured and she pressed a soft peck on Y/N's skin.

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The room was quiet now, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the muted heartbeat between two people who’d just shared something intense, and unforgettable.

Y/N and Jimin sat side by side on the bed, half-dressed and freshly washed up, their backs resting against the headboard. The sheets were a mess around them, skin still warm, flushed from everything they'd done and yet, they talked like they'd known each other for years.

Like this wasn't their first time meeting, like this wasn't a one-night-only kind of thing.

Maybe it was the chemistry. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment.

Neither of them regretted it. Not even for a second.

“Giselle’s idea wasn’t half bad,” Y/N said with a crooked smile, one hand absentmindedly tracing circles on Jimin’s bare thigh. “Remind me to thank her," Y/N spoke and her eyes were never leaving the aespa's leader face.

Jimin chuckled softly, leaning into the touch. “I'll tell her just that, Y/N.” she responded as she nodded her head.

Light touches lingered between them. Fingertips brushing against forearms, soft grazes over collarbones. They talked in low voices about schedules, comeback concepts, stage outfits they hated, and how award show rehearsals were secretly torture.

It felt so domestic, so easy.

Then, Jimin’s phone buzzed.

She glanced down and read the text, a tiny laugh escaping her lips.

Aeri's text contained: waiting for you in the car, I'm glowing I think •~•

Jimin sighed and set her phone aside, her expression softening. She turned toward Y/N, eyes shining with something tender and unreadable. “Unfortunately,” she murmured, “our night has to end here.” the tone in Jimin's voice was affectionate and her voice was low as it is deep.

Y/N raised a brow. “Already?” Her voice held just a hint of teasing, like she didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

Jimin crawled over, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N’s cheek before cupping her jaw in both hands. “Aeri’s waiting for me,” she said with a pout, her thumbs brushing softly across Y/N’s skin. “You were great tonight… Happy birthday, Y/N.” her voice was low, almost reverent.

Jimin pulled away and stood, gathering her things one by one. She dressed slowly, fixing her hair in the mirror, stretching her arms overhead with a quiet wince.

Her knees were wobbly. Thanks to someone.

Y/N swung her legs off the bed and began getting dressed as well, her eyes tracking every move Jimin made like she didn’t want to forget the sight.

“I’ll see you when I see you,” Y/N said while buttoning her pants, her voice relaxed but genuine.

Jimin smirked. “Mm, yeah. I’ll see you when I see you,” she echoed, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Music Bank, Mnet, an award show… or maybe our groups should get together for some pork belly grilling. Something chill.” she suggested, her smile was mischievous but her intention was pure.

Y/N folded her arms, nodding her head. “I’m holding you to that.” she really couldn't tear her eyes off Jimin.

Jimin walked back over and patted her shoulder gently. “Bye-bye, Y/N. Until then… take care, okay?” her eyes bored into Y/N's.

And with a final smile, she spun on her heel and walked out of Room 1104, heels clicking softly against the polished floor.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Y/N let out a slow breath, staring at the space Jimin had just left.

And Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if she’d see that smirk again—onstage, at the backstage, maybe over pork belly and soju.

One thing was for sure.

She’d never forget the girl from Room 1104.

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lovebugism · 1 year ago

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“we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s Christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together”

eddie and r at steve’s christmas party!

ty for requestling lovie! pls enjoy xoxo — you and eddie, arch enemies since you met, share a kiss under the mistletoe thanks to your meddling friends (enemies to lovers, fluff, 2.2k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Steve’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you the long way to the kitchen. His too big house is glowing with life — with warm-colored Christmas lights and the laughter of your closest friends. It all makes your skin sparkle. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol.

You’re draining your cup of its contents, head tipped back to catch every drop of Steve’s dad’s expensive liquor. You let the boy lead you blindly for a refill until you notice that you’re further from the kitchen now than you were sitting with him on the couch.

“Where are we going?” you wonder with a hearty chuckle.

“To get you another drink!” he insists, playing innocent.

“Then why are we circling your living room?”

He guides you around the French doors of the entrance and past the wooden staircase — where Max and Lucas dangle mistletoe from a string on the upper story. They bicker back and forth about exactly where to place it and forget to be discreet about any of it.

You’re about to walk past it and towards the kitchen, but Steve stops short before you can. Eddie exits the hallway just in front of you, seemingly led by none other than Dustin Henderson in an obviously concocted plan.

This marks the second Christmas of your friends trying to get you and the freak to kiss.

It’ll also be the second Christmas that they fail.

“I can see you, you know?” you shout to the arguing teenagers.

The banter quietens all at once.

Lucas shoots an awkward smile down at you, dressed in an itchy sweater and collared shirt that his mom obviously dressed him in. Max is much less apologetic. Her auburn braids sway on either side of her face as she leans over the railing, clutching at the lit-up garland with a bandaged hand.

“Can you just kiss and get it over with?” she pleads with all her practiced teenage desperation. “Lucas almost chopped my hand off cutting the fishing wire, and I need to know it was worth something.”

“Yeah, in your dreams, Mayfield,” Eddie scoffs, walking past you without a single glance your way. You wouldn’t know, though, because you weren’t looking at him either. You bypass the mistletoe and head the opposite way toward the kitchen. “Not a chance,” you murmur under your breath.

“I said I was sorry!” you hear Lucas exclaim as you go.

Max squints her stony blue eyes at him. “Yeah, ‘cause sorry’s gonna fix my hand, right?”

You pour your own drink while Steve lectures the kids about being distracted. He’s back a couple minutes later, wearing a dumb Christmas sweater and an even dumber grin. “Watcha doing?” he lilts slowly as he walks to stand at your side.

You lick beer from the side of your thumb after spilling a drop or more. “Separating myself from the plotting,” you answer, vague and somewhat ominous.

He furrows his brows and scoffs out a laugh. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone’s trying to get me and Munson to kiss. It’s disgusting.”

“It’s just a joke,” he assures with a shrug, even though you both know it’s more than that.

He could’ve used that excuse the year before — when he and Dustin were practically tripping over themselves to get you and Eddie in the same room and under the same mistletoe. Now it’s a competition. Now it’s real.

They’re trying to prove to themselves that they can get you and Eddie to kiss more than they’re trying to prove that they’d been right about the two of you all along.

“Is that why you hid a mistletoe by the records?” you squint and raise your cup for another sip.

You and Eddie have a history of fighting over what music gets played at parties. You’re notorious for it, actually. Even tonight, you argued about whether to play Christmas music or the regular stuff. That was before you noticed the ribboned plant hiding in the cabinet of records, of course. Then you walked away entirely.

That’s why you’re listening to Dio now instead of Nat King Cole.

“Robin did that, actually,” Steve tells you as he crosses his arms over his chest. “And it would’ve been genius if she actually hid the damn thing. It’s like I’m the only one taking this seriously!”

“Both of you are idiots. And creeps.”

“Do you wanna go smoke, or do you wanna keep calling me names?”

“Hm…” you hum and pretend to ponder his question. You purse your lips to the side and flit your eyes to the ceiling. “How about we go smoke and I keep calling you names.

He thinks for a second. Then nods. “Deal.”

Steve’s deck is as ornately decorated as the rest of his house. It glows yellow from the wreaths on the windows and the garland on the railing. The golden color is the only warm thing about being outside. The bitter breeze bites through the material of your sweater, pricking at your skin no matter how tightly you fold your arms around yourself.

You and Steve huddle together like penguins for warmth. He pulls out a little tin box from the back pocket of his jeans — there’s one joint left inside it. He passes it off to you, then pats at his sides with a frown between his brows.

“Shit…” he huffs.

“What?” you ask, teeth chattering.

“I forget the damn lighter.”

You scoff. “Genius.”

He rushes back inside. The glass door slides open, basking you in a momentary warmth, before sliding shut again.

You’re not alone for very long, though. He’s back far quicker than you expect. You hear the schlick of the opened door and feel the woosh of golden heat. When you look over your shoulder with a half-hearted complaint on the tip of your tongue, you realize that Steve isn’t back.

It’s Eddie fucking Munson.

“Oh, you gotta be shitting me,” you mumble under your breath.

His brows pinch together, dark eyes twinkling with confusion when he looks at you. “What the hell are you doing out here?”

“Wait— Don’t shut the door!”

“What are you talking about?” he laughs and shuts it anyway.

“No, don’t—”

It’s too late. You rush to the glass and hear a faint click on the other side. You wrap your fingers around the cool handle and pull. It doesn’t budge.

“Those assholes locked us out here,” you grouse — partly for Eddie, but mostly for the assholes in question locked inside.

Steve peeks through the blinds. You can only see his eyes, honeyed and sparkling with mischief. “Who’s the idiot now?” he teases. The big dumb grin is audible in his voice. You blink, and he’s gone again.

“He lured us… With weed…” Eddie murmurs. You can’t tell if he’s talking to you or himself. He nods with a small shrug. “That’s kinda genius, actually.”

“Except we can’t smoke it. ‘Cause we don’t have a lighter.”

Eddie’s face screws up in offense, chin jerking back like he’s flinching. He pulls a pale hand from the pocket of his leather jacket. The metal Zippo glimmers beneath the Christmas lights. “It’s like you don’t know me at all, sweetheart,” the wild-haired boy teases.

“I don’t,” you concur and snatch the lighter from his ringed fingers. “And I’d love to keep it that way.”

“You’re a real ray of sunshine, you know that?” he jokes, squinting at you with eyes made of chocolate and smiling with lips rosier than flower petals.

“Thanks for noticing,” you mumble through the joint. You hold your hand over the flame while you light it, taking a deep puff before passing it off to the boy beside you.

“At least we have a break from those psychos, right?” he jokes as he takes it from you.

Your laugh comes out in a white cloud. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure we’re, like, the only normal people here.”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t let that go to your head, though. You’re still a freak.”

“And you’re still a bitch,” he lilts with a grin, then passes the joint back to you — a makeshift peace offering.

“Don’t be mean to me—” you squint and snatch the blunt from his hand. The tone you use is a foreign one, coated with a hurt he can’t tell is real or in his head. His eyes go wide, anyway. An apology bubbles in his throat, but you beat him to the punch. “—It turns me on.”

“Oh,” he murmurs under his breath, heart thudding hard against his ribcage. “…Oh.”

Your lips curl into a smirk around the edge of the joint. The ash burns orange when you take a deep inhale and turns dark again when you pass it back.

His ringed fingers brush yours, and Eddie gets shy in a way he never really has before. Not with you, anyway. Your touch has him buzzing, gets him all awkward like a giddy teenage boy who’s never been around a girl before.

He forces a laugh through a sparkling chest. “Now I don’t know if I should stop or keep going.”

A giggle sputters from your lips before you can stop it. You hadn’t meant for it to come out, of course — you were actually trying really hard to swallow it down. But it’s spilling from your smiling mouth like rays of golden sunshine in a navy blue winter, anyway.

Eddie couldn’t hide his amusement if he tried. The blunt burns, unhit, between his fingers, because he’s too busy looking at you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made you laugh before,” he says, chuckling to himself while pride swells behind his ribcage. “Hell, I don’t think I’ve even made you smile before.”

“Don’t get used to it— I’m just tipsy.”

You reach over to snatch the burning stick from his hand, and he suddenly understands what you meant before — the whole don’t be mean to be, it turns me on thing that he’ll probably be thinking about for the next week or so.

‘Cause you’re always rough with him. Rough and a little bit bitter. It bordered on hate, unrooted and visceral. Erotic. Maybe he liked teasing you so much because he liked it when you told him off. Maybe that’s why he can’t seem to leave you alone even now.

“I like you like this, though,” Eddie confesses, voice as soft as his melted-chocolate gaze. His eyes get all squishy around the edges when he looks at you now. It makes you cower because you’re not used to that — to liking it.

He shrugs and sticks his fidgeting hands into his jacket pockets, trying hopelessly to play it cool. “Maybe we should, like, go get drinks together or something? So, you know, you can be nice to me and— halfway tolerate me or whatever.”

You get quiet, and he isn’t totally sure what to make of it.

His flitting eyes (going halfway blind from staring at Steve’s Christmas lights instead of you) find your gaze again. You’re wearing a smirk he’s never seen on you before, barely there but still obvious. No one’s ever looked at him the way you are now — like the world could fall apart, but you’d never know it because he’s somehow more distracting.

You catch his button-eyed gaze and hold it until it hurts.

“In your dreams, Munson,” you singsong sweetly to him, lips like wine. It’s his words from earlier (ones he’s starting to regret right about now), but you say them with a wider and more sincere smile.

It feels almost like a promise.

A whistle sounds in the distance, coming from above you.

You and Eddie share confused glances before taking a single step forward. Max and Lucas are leaning over the balcony a story above you — with that damn mistletoe hanging from fishing wire. That means Dustin and Steve aren’t too far, either. Which means Robin’s probably up there, too.

“What the hell are you doing?” Eddie squints up at them, chin tilted to reveal the pale expanse of his neck. You don’t know why you can’t stop looking at him. Maybe it’s the weed and the one beer you had, but you never thought a neck could be pretty until now.

“We’ve been here for a while, actually,” Max sasses in return.

Lucas concurs with a shoulder pressed intently against hers. “Yeah. My arm’s starting to get a little tired over here.”

You and Eddie huff and roll your eyes at the same time, so strangely synchronized. You’d both be similarly annoyed if your minds weren’t racing. ‘Cause it’s a tradition now — for all your friends to get you to kiss with storebought mistletoe — and it’s always tradition for them to fail.

It’s a record you and Eddie would like to break now, almost painfully so, but neither of you will humor the other by saying that out loud.

The boy beside you merely shrugs. His cheeks flush pink with an embarrassment he’d sooner blame on the cold. You can see it in his eyes, though — in the twinkle in the deep chocolate of them. His gaze is weirdly expressive in that way. He couldn’t hide anything from you if he tried.

“Should we…?” he trails off.

He won’t let you know that he wants to — kiss you, that is — but he’s not gonna do anything you don’t want to do, either. He’s not a total asshole, just a stupid boy falling head over heels for a girl he thought he hated five minutes ago.

“Let’s just get it over with,” you huff in annoyance.

You say it begrudgingly — like tasting him with your suddenly longing lips is some kinda chore.

You kiss the breath from his lungs a second later.

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble #event: blurbcember

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thatgrumpybxtch · 2 years ago

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Heyyy

Can we get some new twilight Cullen headcannons? Maybe something comfort related? No specific topic, try to have fun with it!

Thank you love ❤

Ofc!! Yw <3

Carlisle is their anytime he has a slight suspicion that you may be hurt or sick in any way

Always looking at cuts/scrapes looking for any sign of infection

Esme kinda teams up with him if you're sick

Making soup, giving you Tylenol, cooling your head down with a washcloth

They are there for literally anything you may need, willing to do whatever to keep you safe and happy :)

Alice is always "lending" you clothes, shoes, and handbags

By that I mean she buys them and ofc its all name brand or designer clothing

Always keeps an eye on your future, just to be sure that you're safe and so she is always one step ahead

Checks in with Jasper for your mood

Jasper is always trying to be discreet when changing your mood lol

Shares stories of the civil war and other bits of history he witnessed

Rosalie is good with anything to do with hair or makeup

While she may not admit it out loud she loves to do your hair

Same things goes with your makeup

She also doesn't mind to just listen to you talk about life, it reminds her of what she missed out on and she's glad that you get to have experiences she didn't, although she is jealous the entire time she listens but don't take it personally

Emmett is a sports guy, so if you're into sport he'll love to rant and rave about them with you

and even if you don't know anything about sports you will eventually learn a thing or two against your will

Edward definitely teaches you to play piano and makes his own little songs for you all the time

Any song or artist you like he'll learn to play the instrumental version of your favorite songs

He also buys you a record player and records all the time, he just thinks music sounds better through a record

always reading your mind to the point where it annoys you so much

literally finishing your sentences to mess with you lol

#twilight saga x reader #twilight x reader #twilight hcs #twilight imagine #twilight headcanon #edward cullen #esme cullen x reader #carlisle cullen x reader #rosalie cullen x reader #alice cullen x reader #rosalie hale x reader #jasper hale x reader #edward cullen x reader #the cullens x reader #emmett cullen x reader

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bandcampsnoop · 2 years ago

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6/15/23.

Late last September we posted about a release from JJulius (Gothenburg, Sweden). JJ Band is Julius Pierstorff (JJulius...who is also a member of Monokultur and Skiftande Enheter) Clara Flygare, Gustav Danielsbacka, and Mattias Rörström (who apparently runs Happiest Place Records).

I learned about this via Digital Regress. They are selling the 12" (45 rpm) of this release. You can also find the physical release on Discreet Music's webstore. Here, JJ Band is compared to Felt and Skifande Enheter.

There's only 4 songs here, but they're all winners.

#JJ Band #Gothenburg #Sweden #JJulius #Julius Pierstorff #Clara Flygare #Gustav Danielsbacka #Mattias Rörström #Digital Regress #Discreet Music #Felt #Skifande Enheter #Happiest Place Records

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megalomaniacz · 1 year ago

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IM SO HOOKED ON CRYBABY I NEED MORE OMG

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT6

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you’ve had enough at this point.

a/n: the next chapter is already in the works and guys…things get so… like there’s no going back i think this is the end point 😭

i don’t care if it hurts

masterlist.

no one can get a word in before jesse breaks up the fight. “we go on in two minutes. get it together. fucking get cleaned up.” he pulls at ellie.

you’re baffled, really. such a silly word but it’s the only one you can use. abby never really got into fights, that you’d known of. she was one of your best friends. and you never had the heart to tell her about what ellie had done, so how did she figure everything out? why are you spiraling? ellie probably said or did something to get herself punched. maybe this has nothing to do with you?

“and i’m very excited to introduce our next performers. watching them go from garages, to performing on stages, to signing record deals has been a beautiful journey. i’m happy to say i’ve been here since the beginning. now please make some noise for, seattle revival!”

you and abby are sat backstage as you dress her wounds. you wait to hear a familiar string of notes from jesse as he starts their first song, but you’re surprised by ellie’s voice on the mic.

“guys i just want to start the show off by apologizing to someone very near a dear to me. a very special person in my life who i’ve hurt—“

“we love you ellie!”

“aww i love you too. i want to say i’m sorry to her because i did some really fucked up shit in the past and i hope that she can forgive me and that we can move past it.”

the crowd cheers.

“and go back to being lovey dovey girlfriends. please forgive me babe. it’ll never happen again.”

abby’s mouth falls so far to the ground you could stick your fist in it. her face has never turned red faster. “what the fuck is she talking about? you guys were—are dating?”

you frantically shake your head. “no abby she’s lying. i don’t know what she’s gaining from it either. i think we should go now.”

“and this next song is dedicated to her—“ she points to you, an employee tugs at you to make you more visible, pulling you to the stage. a spotlight falls on you. everybody’s phone is up. everybody’s flash is on. here come the waterworks, fuck. didn’t you say you weren’t gonna cry today?

and then a familiar string of notes plays. jesse and dina catch on quickly, and your heart seeps. there was no way she was playing this song right now.

“when you were here before.”

you’re taken back to that first rehearsal. stuffed in jesse’s parents garage on a gloomy day. you were sitting on a scratched up couch, petting his cat. ellie looked over to you with a smile on her face. “you listen to a lot of music?”

you nod. “i love music. i was honestly so excited to hear you guys are starting a band. i’ll be your first groupie! handmade merch and everything.”

she laughs before whispering something to jesse and dina, then returning to the mic. “we’re gonna dedicate this one to our first groupie.”

“couldn’t look you in the eyes.”

dina and jesse slipped off after that practice and you knew they’d gone to go fuck somewhere, so you stayed with ellie. “they have no idea how to be discreet about it.” you laugh. she shrugs. “good on them, atleast i’m not alone dealing with it anymore.”

she’d convinced you to grab icecream with her. nestled in the booth of the old restaurant over an icecream sundae. soft music playing from its speakers. it was nearly empty, and it had started to rain outside.

“so how long have you known jesse and dina?” you ask, dipping a spoon in your side of the sweet treat. she grabs a cherry from the top, popping it into her mouth. “since we were kids in highschool. those are my best friends. i’m excited to be starting a band with them, and i’m glad i got to meet you.”

you blush.

you’re crying now. onstage, you’re crying. you can feel the tears slipping down your cheeks and underneath your chin. you wipe at them but they just won’t go away. she was so sweet to you a couple years ago. she was the sweetest person you’d ever met. how could you even compare the person singing to you now, and the person you’d met back then?

then you get a glimpse of her. it’s in her eyes. you’re flashing back between that memory and now. her hand in yours, running through the rain. catching the bus back to jesse’s. staying up and watching movies all night. waking up the next day to the lovebirds apologizing, while you and ellie laugh about it so hard your stomachs started to ache.

and you’re conflicted because this is the same ellie that got drunk at a party and threw up all over you. twice. then the next day said, “atleast it was better than what you’d been wearing.” jesus, she was addicting. she’d hooked you in and completely destroyed you. your self esteem. and now she was trying to play nice?

out of the corner of your eye, before you can catch it, abby is walking onstage. she takes a moment to look at you, tears streaming down your face, and decides to turn around. she walks away and it takes you a minute to follow behind. calling for her. begging her to come back.

“abby stop. where are you going?”

“no, just stop. you’re pathetic. why do you take the shit she does? don’t you have any respect for yourself?”

you’ve never heard her speaking to you this way. between your head rushing from the crying and the whiplash you’re getting from her harsh words, you feel like you’re going to pass out. “i don’t just take it abby. how do you even know about that stuff—“

“because jesse and dina told me! i’m supposed to be your best fucking friend but you can’t even communicate the simplest of things. the things i know are hurting you inside. i was gonna— never mind. fucking forget it.”

and then she walks away, disappearing into a hallway. fading away slowly like a ghost. body blurred from your tears. you feel your feet get weak first, then you drop to your knees and onto the ground. huddling within yourself. letting all your tears fall.

the “seattle revival’s last show after party” is one you refused to miss. with everything happening between abby and ellie, you were more than prepared to let it all go. to get drunk or high or whatever the fuck, and stop feeling. this very thought picked you up off that floor, and led you to the dressing rooms. you enjoyed the rest of the show from there, wiping at your face so hard you felt like it would bruise.

when the band found their way into the dressing room, dina and jesse rushed over to comfort you. “i swear i’d bash her head in if it didn’t interfere with the tour. i’m sorry, i shouldn’t be apologizing for her but it’s the only way you’ll get a real one. i’m sorry.”

you had sat with the pain for long enough. you’d cried enough. you didn’t know where abby was or why she said what she did but it was your breaking point. if you were a house, she had pulled a loose brick. making everything collapse within itself. and tumble over everyone else in its path. you felt like…ellie. the world had darkened. the small light, the tiny bits of happiness in you, had melted away. you didn’t care anymore.

you get up to face ellie, her smile fading when her eyes meet yours. everything had left them. all that purity. all that love, was gone.

“honestly i’m over it. let’s go to the after party.”

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hi! I was wondering if you could write a fanfic abt yandere! shalnark having his s/o kidnapped (again🌚) and placed in a glass cage? Kinda..like the one Melanie Martinez had in her music video ‘detention’ with the whole performing for other ppl kinda deal?

Glass cage | Shalnark x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shalnark has captured his beloved, but apart from having her all to himself, he can't help but show her off as his beautiful and perfect possession to others.

Pairing: Shalnark X Female!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapped reader, doped and drugged reader, manipulation, glass box, clothing and imposed way of life.

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y/N”

Sites: AO3

You were poorly unconscious in that state, the drugs and narcotics in your blood made you have a totally altered perception of reality, although apparently, it was only a matter of a couple of hours before you were completely conscious again.

Your breathing was slightly labored and the only thing you saw clearly was that you were still in that glass cage, the second thing you saw through the glass was him.

Shalnark let out a sickly, infatuated smile when your gaze met his, completely enraptured by your image and presence, simply in his eyes you possessed unparalleled beauty, but at the same time you were a fragile and extremely precious porcelain doll, explicitly... HIS LITTLE AND PERFECT PORCELAIN DOLL.

You looked like a doll straight out of the factory, thanks to the fact that he usually chose your clothes, which made you look like a Victorian ballet dancer, extremely docile and graceful, although unfortunately he had to accept certain aspects of you, that he considered to be “factory defects.”

When the drug left your body, you would return to having that “rebellious” and disrespectful attitude, and he hated it, since it prevented him from showing you off to others.

However, the glass cage around you allowed him to show you off to the world as his and at the same time no one other than him could ever possess you, since he was the one who possessed the only key that opened the cage.

“Just one more show… You can rest soon, darling” He said kindly “Now just do what you do best”

Shalnark smiled listening to the expectant murmurs of the people, people who thought that all this was just a kind of dance mixed with theater, people who ignored that there was literally a kidnapped and drugged person in that cage, forced to entertain them.

“Everyone wants to see you, love…”

Minutes later, the stage curtain opened, leaving you in full view of the people sitting in the seats, most of them marveling at the style of your clothing and others by your “excellent performance”, playing a dancer in a cage.

The light had momentarily blinded you when the curtain opened, but soon the record player began to play music, the light melody reaching your ears, making your limbs and body coordinate so that you could start dancing.

You moved with a sensual and soft grace, but it was not that kind of obscene sensuality, Shalnark reserved those types of shows for himself, in the eyes of the spectators, the sensuality of your movements was attractive and innocent, combined with your lost gaze. You really seemed like a doll moved by strings, oblivious to the world, oblivious to people, belonging to an owner who gave them the joy of being able to witness your existence.

Your dance practically hypnotized everyone and that allowed the most discreet and fastest members of the Gen'ei Ryodan to steal at will the cell phones, wallets, rings and other extremely valuable jewelry from the wealthy spectators.

After a couple of hours, the show ended, the loot would probably be distributed tomorrow since Shalnark asked his companions as a personal favor that when the show ended, the place would be empty, that only you and him would remain.

Everything went dark, except for the place where you two were, so Shalnark opened the glass cage where you were lying, carrying you with great care until he finally sat down on an armchair and sat you on his lap.

“You gave a good show today, I'm very proud of you, you're learning to behave” Shalnark's smile was bright and real, his eyes contemplated your existence with absolute adoration

“My head…” You complained between small sobs and gasps

“Don't worry, honey. They're just side effects” Shalnark reassured you by taking your hands and kissing them

“I don't want to be here… I hate being here… I want to go home” You said weakly trying to get out of his grip, although it was completely useless, since your body was not at all able to try to face him

Shalnark sighed rolling his eyes and gently letting go of your hands.

“The same old story again… Can't you say anything else?” Shalnark scolded you as if you were a little girl. “I haven’t spent so many months educating you for you to say such ugly things to me, my love”

You didn’t even respond, you gulped as you saw how Shalnark had already taken the syringe with drugs from the nightstand next to the armchair where you were sitting.

“I don’t want injections, please” You begged between sobs, hiding in his neck like a repentant puppy.

“Then start behaving well” Shalnark said, patting your back and gently sticking the syringe close to your neck.

In a matter of seconds, you began to whimper and complain about the pain as the liquid entered your body.

“There… there… it’s over, Y/n” Shalnark left the used syringe on the nightstand and hugged you with both arms to comfort you “You should be thankful that I always inject you with great care, when I torture people, I usually do it harder and more painfully”

“I want to go home… I don’t want to be here… let me go…” You begged between sobs “I'm not a doll…”

Shalnark sighed in annoyance and frustration, roughly grabbing your face making you look at him face to face.

“I hate it when you behave like that again…” He said in a serious tone “It seems like you never pay attention to me and you only give me excuses to consider punishing you and having you in that cage all the time, is that what you want? To be in the cage all the time? I can do it if you want”

You gulped at the threat, tears running down your cheeks from the fear you felt mixed with how weak your body was, you were afraid of his falseness and cynicism, you didn’t understand how someone with such a sweet and kind smile could say all those things as if it were nothing.

“I love you… I love you more than anyone in this world…” Shalnark said, pulling you closer to him “Everything I do… I do it for your own good… for the good of both of us…”

After his last sentence, Shalnark kissed you softly, cupping your face in his hands, the tips of his fingers caressing your wet, red cheeks.

“Everything I do… is for us…” Shalnark whispered on your lips before kissing you again “The glass cage is your tower… when you learn to behave, I will rescue you from that tower…”

Shalnark kissed your forehead lovingly and then rested his forehead against yours, looking at you completely in love, hypnotized, enslaved and obsessed with your existence.

“And so… you will be my perfect princess and I will be your prince... and we will be together... forever...”

Thank u for reading, I hope you like it and what I wrote is good. 🤍

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