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amyzworldds · 3 months ago

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hello !! may i request a svt 14th member!reader x joshua where they're in a secret relationship because they got together recently and some cute scenes where they're trying to always be together without making it obvious they're dating >< and the ending being them being caught kissing when they were left alone while the other members went outside to either hang out or buy groceries hehe thank you !!

Title: Hiding in Plain Sight

Masterlist | Part 2

Seventeen’s chaotic camaraderie, Y/N, the group’s 14th member, navigates a hidden romance with Joshua amidst their hectic schedules. Balancing playful group dynamics, subtle affection, and the pressure of secrecy, their close bond faces challenges from teasing members and unspoken tensions. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Angst, Humor

The dorm was buzzing with its usual chaos. It was a rare day off, and the members were scattered around the living room, some sprawled on the couch, others raiding the kitchen for snacks. Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, scrolling through her phone, earbuds in, looking every bit the relaxed maknae-esque member she often played up. Joshua was on the couch nearby, casually strumming a guitar, his soft humming blending into the background noise of Mingyu and DK arguing over what to order for dinner.

To anyone watching, it was just another day. Joshua and Y/N’s closeness was no secret— predebut stories of them sharing snacks and late-night talks were practically group lore. But what the members didn’t know, and what Y/N worked hard to keep under wraps, was that those moments had grown into something deeper. For three years now, they’d been dating, stealing quiet moments away from the group’s watchful eyes.

Y/N was the cautious one. Early on, she’d insisted on keeping it private. “They’ll never let us hear the end of it,” she’d whispered to Joshua one night, tucked away in a practice room after hours. “Seungkwan’s teasing is bad enough when we’re just friends in their heads. And what if… what if they think we’re distracting each other?” Joshua had chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, but he’d agreed. Her need for privacy trumped his occasional urge to let the world—or at least their members—know.

In the dorm now, Y/N felt Joshua’s gaze flicker toward her, subtle but warm. She didn’t look up, keeping her focus on her phone, but her lips twitched slightly. He was always like this—finding small ways to stay close. Like how he’d chosen the spot on the couch nearest to her, his knee just shy of brushing her shoulder. To the others, it was nothing. Joshua was just being Joshua, friendly and comfortable with everyone.

“Yo, Y/N, you voting for pizza or fried chicken?” Hoshi’s voice cut through her thoughts, his head popping up from the other side of the coffee table.

She pulled out an earbud, tilting her head. “Pizza. Always.” Her tone was playful, deflecting any chance of seeming distracted.

“Bet Joshua’s gonna say the same,” Vernon chimed in from the kitchen, smirking. “You two always pick the same stuff.”

Y/N’s heart skipped, but she rolled her eyes, keeping it cool. “Because we have taste, unlike you and your weird food combos.”

Laughter erupted, and the moment passed. Joshua’s fingers paused on the guitar strings for a half-second, but he didn’t look at her, just grinned at Vernon’s fake offense. Y/N exhaled quietly. Close calls like that were why she kept her guard up.

Later, when the group split off—some heading to the kitchen, others to the TV—Joshua leaned down as he passed her, murmuring, “Practice room later?”

It was soft, barely audible, disguised as a casual comment. Y/N gave the tiniest nod, her face neutral, before slipping her earbuds back in like nothing happened.

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The practice room was their sanctuary. Late at night, when the dorm quieted and the members were too tired to notice, they’d sneak down to the company building. Officially, it was for “vocal practice” or “choreo tweaks.” In reality, it was where they could just be.

Joshua was already there when Y/N slipped inside, locking the door behind her. He was sitting on the floor, back against the mirror, scrolling through his phone. The second he saw her, his face lit up, softer than the teasing smirks he’d worn all day.

“Took you long enough,” he said, but there was no bite in it. He patted the spot next to him.

Y/N didn’t hesitate, dropping down and immediately curling into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. Here, with no one watching, she let herself melt. “Had to wait for Woozi to stop interrogating me about my lyric ideas,” she mumbled. “He’s relentless.”

Joshua chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. “You’re too good at dodging. Even I almost believe you’re just ‘focused on work’ sometimes.”

She poked his side, grinning. “Gotta keep up the act. You’re the problem, you know. Sitting next to me all the time, looking at me like… that.”

“Like what?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes were warm, tracing her face like he was memorizing it.

“Like you’re whipped,” she shot back, but her cheeks flushed.

“Good. Because I am.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and Y/N’s heart did its usual flip. These moments—quiet, unguarded—were worth every second of caution.

They stayed like that for a while, talking about nothing and everything: a new song idea, a dumb meme, plans for a future they hoped could include more than stolen moments. But when Y/N’s phone buzzed with a text from Seungcheol—Where you at?—reality snapped back.

She sighed, pulling away reluctantly. “I should go before they start a search party.”

Joshua’s hand lingered on hers, but he nodded. “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” she promised, standing. Before she left, she glanced back, catching his smile—one that was just for her. She carried it with her, even as she stepped back into the role of “just Y/N,” the 14th member who definitely wasn’t sneaking around with Joshua.

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Back at the dorm, she slid into the living room, where a few members were still up, watching a movie. Joshua was already there, sprawled on the couch, looking perfectly innocent. When she sat on the opposite end, he didn’t react, but his foot nudged hers under the blanket—just enough to make her bite back a smile.

“Pizza’s here soon,” Mingyu announced, oblivious as ever.

“Cool,” Y/N said, leaning back, her voice steady. Across the couch, Joshua’s eyes flickered to her for a split second, and that was enough. They were good at this—hiding, balancing, keeping their secret safe. For now, it was enough.

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The Seventeen’s schedule was relentless as always—rehearsals, interviews, and a looming comeback. The practice room was a second home, mirrors fogged with sweat and music blasting through speakers. Y/N stood near the back, catching her breath between choreography runs, her eyes scanning the room out of habit. Joshua was across the space, laughing with Jeonghan about something, his hair slightly damp from exertion. To anyone else, he was just another member, blending into the group’s chaos. To Y/N, he was a quiet anchor in the storm.

Keeping their relationship under wraps was second nature now, three years into their secret. Y/N had perfected the art of distance in public—never too far from Joshua to raise suspicion, but never close enough to spark rumors among the members. She’d dodge lingering glances, keep her touches platonic, and redirect conversations that veered too close to teasing. Joshua, though, was bolder in his quiet way. He’d find excuses to be near her—a water bottle passed during a break, a fleeting comment about the choreo—small enough to go unnoticed but deliberate enough to make her heart race.

Today was no different. As the group ran through their title track for the tenth time, Joshua ended the formation just a step away from her. His arm brushed hers as they transitioned, so brief it could’ve been an accident. Y/N kept her face neutral, focusing on her reflection in the mirror, but her pulse ticked up. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Alright, five-minute break!” Seungcheol called, clapping his hands. The members scattered, some collapsing on the floor, others grabbing their phones. Y/N headed for her bag, pulling out a towel to wipe her face, using the moment to steady herself.

Joshua, predictably, wandered over, casual as ever. “You good?” he asked, voice low, leaning against the wall nearby. To anyone watching, it was just a check-in between friends.

“Yeah, just surviving,” she replied, flashing a quick smile before looking away. She caught Hoshi’s eye from across the room—he was sprawled dramatically, whining about his legs—and she laughed, deflecting any chance of seeming too focused on Joshua.

“Good. Keep up,” Joshua teased, but there was a softness in his tone that made her glance at him. His eyes held hers for a half-second too long, and she turned away, busying herself with her water bottle. Too risky, she thought, even as warmth spread through her chest.

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Later that evening, the group piled into a van for a late-night radio interview. Y/N slid into a middle seat, wedged between Dino and Woozi, with Joshua up front next to the driver. The members were buzzing, tossing around dumb hypotheticals to pass the time.

“Y/N, who’d you pick to be stranded on an island with?” Seungkwan asked, leaning over the seat with a mischievous grin.

She didn’t miss a beat. “Mingyu. He’d probably try to cook the coconuts and burn the island down, but at least I’d be entertained.”

The van erupted in laughter, Mingyu protesting loudly. Joshua stayed quiet, but Y/N caught his reflection in the window—he was smiling, just a little, like he knew she’d picked a safe answer. She always did. Naming him, even as a joke, would’ve felt like tempting fate.

At the radio station, the interview was standard fare—comeback teasers, group banter, and the usual “who’s the closest?” questions. Y/N sat between Vernon and Jun, keeping her answers light and vague. When the host asked about her bond with Joshua, citing their predebut friendship, her stomach tightened.

“We’ve always been chill,” she said, shrugging. “He’s like the group’s unofficial therapist. Listens to everyone.”

Joshua nodded from his spot across the table, adding, “Y/N’s easy to talk to. She’s got good advice.” It was true enough to sound natural, vague enough to mean nothing. The members didn’t blink, used to their dynamic being framed as pure friendship.

But as the interview wrapped and they shuffled out, Joshua’s hand grazed her lower back for a split second, guiding her through the crowd of staff. It was gone before she could react, but her skin tingled where he’d touched. She shot him a look—careful—and he just smirked, pulling out his phone like nothing happened.

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Their next stolen moment came days later, after a grueling rehearsal. Most of the members had crashed in the dorm, too tired to notice Y/N slipping out with a vague excuse about “grabbing something from the studio.” Joshua was already waiting in the company’s rooftop garden—a tucked-away spot they’d found months ago, hidden from prying eyes.

The city lights stretched out below, and the cool night air felt like freedom. Y/N didn’t hesitate this time, stepping into Joshua’s open arms. He pulled her close, chin resting on her head, and for a moment, they just stood there, the weight of secrecy lifting.

“Missed you,” he murmured, voice muffled against her hair.

“We were together all day,” she pointed out, but her arms tightened around him, betraying her own longing.

“Not like this.” He pulled back just enough to look at her, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re too good at pretending I’m just another member.”

She sighed, half-smiling. “I have to be. You saw how Seungkwan was fishing in the van. One wrong answer, and he’s planning our fake wedding for laughs.”

Joshua chuckled, but his eyes softened. “You ever think about… not hiding?”

Her stomach twisted. She’d thought about it—dreamed of a day when they could sit next to each other without overthinking every glance. But the risks loomed larger. “I want to,” she admitted quietly. “But the group… the fans… I don’t know if they’d get it. And the guys would lose it. You know how they are.”

He nodded, not pushing. Joshua never did. Instead, he leaned down, kissing her softly, slow enough to make her forget the world for a second. “We’ll figure it out. When you’re ready.”

They stayed up there as long as they dared, talking about the comeback, their parts in the new song, anything to stretch the moment. But when Y/N’s phone buzzed—Wonwoo asking if she’d seen his hoodie—she knew it was time to go.

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Back in the dorm, she slipped in quietly, hoodie in hand as an alibi. The living room was dim, only a few members still awake. Joshua was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking every bit like he’d been there for hours. Y/N tossed Wonwoo’s hoodie to him, earning a grateful nod, and sank into a chair across from Joshua.

“Long day,” she said, loud enough for anyone listening, her tone casual.

“Tell me about it,” Joshua replied, not looking up. But under the coffee table, his foot nudged hers—just once, just enough to say I’m here.

She hid her smile, pulling out her phone to scroll through nothing. They were still a secret, still careful. But in the quiet of the dorm, with the members oblivious around them, that was enough.

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The dorm was quieter than usual that morning, the usual pre-promotion chaos muted by the early hour. Seventeen’s first comeback stage was today, a big deal after months of preparation, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Y/N stood in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on her face to shake off the feverish haze clouding her head. Her reflection looked pale, eyes heavy, but she gritted her teeth. No way I’m missing this.

The members had noticed she wasn’t herself. At breakfast, Minghao had squinted at her, asking, “You good, Y/N? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m fine,” she’d shot back, forcing a grin. “Just didn’t sleep enough. Ready to crush it today.”

Seungcheol had frowned, clearly unconvinced, but Y/N waved it off, piling food onto her plate to prove a point. Joshua, sitting across the table, hadn’t said anything, but his eyes lingered on her—sharp, assessing, the kind of look that saw through her stubborn front. She avoided his gaze, focusing on her coffee instead.

Now, as they piled into the van to head to the music show, Y/N’s head throbbed, her body aching with every step. She slid into the back row, pressing her temple against the cool window, hoping no one would press her again. Joshua, of course, had other plans. He climbed in last, scanning the seats before settling right beside her, his knee brushing hers as he sat. To the others, it was just Joshua being his usual, considerate self—nothing new.

“You okay?” he asked softly, voice low enough to stay between them. His hand rested on the seat, fingers grazing hers for a fleeting moment, warm and deliberate.

She nodded, eyes half-closed. “Just sleepy,” she mumbled, keeping her tone light. “Long night.”

He didn’t buy it—she could tell from the way his jaw tightened—but he didn’t push. Instead, he shifted closer, his shoulder angled toward her. “Here,” he said, patting it gently. “Rest a bit. You look like you need it.”

Y/N hesitated, but the pounding in her head won out. She let her head drop onto his shoulder, her cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his jacket. The contact was grounding, easing the ache just enough to keep her going. Joshua’s hand settled lightly on her arm, a subtle touch that felt protective but stayed just shy of obvious. To the members, it was classic Joshua—always offering a shoulder to anyone who needed it. Seungkwan, sprawled in the seat ahead, didn’t even glance back, too busy arguing with DK about setlist predictions.

“Don’t hog Joshua’s shoulder the whole ride,” Vernon teased from the middle row, grinning over his phone. “Some of us might need a nap too.”

“First come, first served,” Y/N shot back weakly, managing a smirk. Joshua’s thumb brushed her arm, so soft it could’ve been an accident, and she bit her lip to hide a smile.

The van hummed along, the members’ chatter fading into background noise. Joshua tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek against her hair for a moment—a tiny, intimate gesture hidden by the angle of their seats. “Tell me if you feel worse,” he whispered, barely audible. “I’m serious.”

“I’ll be fine, Shua,” she murmured back, but her voice softened at his concern. “Promise.”

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At the music show, the backstage area was a blur of staff, cameras, and last-minute checks. Y/N pushed through her fever, plastering on a smile for rehearsals and fan greetings. The members kept an eye on her—Jun nudging her water bottle closer during a break, Jeonghan tossing her a jacket when she shivered—but she brushed them off with quick “I’m good” and forced energy. Joshua, though, was a constant shadow, his presence steady but subtle.

During a rehearsal pause, he found her leaning against a wall, eyes closed, catching her breath. He stepped up beside her, close enough that their arms brushed, his fingers grazing her wrist under the guise of handing her a mic pack. “You’re burning up,” he said quietly, brow furrowed. “Sure you don’t wanna sit this one out?”

“It’s our first stage,” she replied, voice firm despite the rasp. “I’m not bailing. Don’t worry so much.”

He sighed, but his hand lingered on her wrist, thumb tracing a small circle against her pulse. “Can’t help it,” he admitted, his tone softer now, almost a confession. “Just… lean on me if you need to, okay?”

She met his eyes, her stubbornness faltering under his warmth. “I always do,” she said, barely above a whisper, and for a second, the chaos around them faded. His fingers squeezed hers lightly before letting go, both of them stepping back into their roles as the stage manager called them over.

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On air, Y/N poured everything into the performance, hitting every beat despite the fever dragging at her limbs. Joshua stayed close in the formation, his glances subtle but frequent, checking her without breaking character. During a talk segment, when the MC asked about their comeback prep, Y/N sat at the end of the lineup, gripping her mic tightly to steady herself. Joshua, two seats away, answered a question, his voice calm, but his foot nudged hers under the table—just a tap, grounding her. She exhaled, focusing on his voice to keep herself anchored.

At the next break, they were shuffled to a green room to wait for their second stage. Y/N sank onto a couch, head tipped back, trying to ignore the dizziness. Joshua appeared beside her with a water bottle, sitting just close enough for their thighs to touch. “Drink,” he said, pressing it into her hand, his fingers brushing hers deliberately, lingering a beat too long.

“You’re babysitting me now?” she teased, but her voice was weak, grateful.

“Someone’s gotta,” he shot back, smirking, but his hand rested lightly on her knee, hidden by the couch’s armrest. “Rest for five minutes. Please.”

She nodded, sipping the water, letting his touch steady her. Across the room, Hoshi and Dino were messing around, reenacting their stage choreo with exaggerated flair, oblivious to the quiet moment. To the members, Joshua’s concern was just him being him—always checking on everyone. They didn’t see how his thumb traced a soft line against her knee, or how Y/N’s fingers briefly laced with his before she pulled away, keeping up the act.

“Thanks, Shua,” she said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, her tone deliberately casual. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Anytime,” he replied, matching her tone, but his eyes said more, warm and unwavering. He shifted slightly, giving her space as Mingyu flopped onto the couch beside them, whining about hunger.

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By the end of the show, Y/N was running on fumes, but she’d made it through. Back in the van, she claimed the window seat again, and Joshua slid in beside her without a word. The members were too hyped, reliving the stage, to notice anything. When her head found his shoulder again, it felt like the most natural thing in the world—nothing new, nothing to question.

“You did good,” he murmured, his hand finding hers in the dark, hidden between their seats, fingers interlocking tightly. “Proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” she whispered back, squeezing his hand. His thumb stroked over her knuckles, a silent promise, and she closed her eyes, letting his warmth pull her through.

To the group, they were just Joshua and Y/N—close friends, same as always. But in the quiet of the van, with his hand in hers, they were everything else, too.

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The practice room was a haven of controlled chaos, Seventeen’s usual blend of focus and foolery. Y/N sat on the couch tucked against the mirrored wall, her legs curled under her, leaning casually into Joshua’s shoulder. One hand toyed with his bangs, twisting the soft strands absentmindedly, while the other scrolled through her phone. She snorted at a meme, shoving the screen toward him. “Shua, look at this—Carats are wild for this edit.”

Joshua grinned, tilting his head to see. “Why am I always the victim in these?” he teased, voice warm as he nudged her hand away from his hair. Her laughter was soft, bubbling up as she swiped to another video, their bubble undisturbed by the members stretching or joking nearby.

To the group, this was just Y/N and Joshua—same as always. She was sweet with everyone, sprawling across Mingyu’s lap during movie nights or stealing bites of Dino’s snacks. Joshua’s quiet affection was par for the course, too—his hand ruffling Vernon’s hair or resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder mid-conversation. So when Y/N’s fingers lingered in Joshua’s hair, no one blinked. Except Jeonghan.

He was sprawled on the floor, catching his breath after a choreography run, but his eyes flicked to the couch. Y/N’s casual ease with Joshua had a different edge—a softness in her smile, a deliberate way she leaned just a bit closer than necessary. Jeonghan’s lips twitched. Interesting.

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That night, the group planned a rare outing to a karaoke bar, a break from their packed schedules. Y/N and Joshua, as usual, bowed out, citing exhaustion. “I’m dead from practice,” Y/N groaned, flopping dramatically onto the dorm couch. “You guys have fun screaming your lungs out.”

“Same,” Joshua added, already in sweats, scrolling through his phone. “I’ll pass out if I try to keep up with Hoshi tonight.”

The members didn’t question it—those two often skipped group outings, happy to chill at the dorm. But Jeonghan, halfway out the door, realized he’d left his phone on the kitchen counter. “Be right back,” he called, waving off Seungkwan’s impatient “Hurry up!”

He didn’t mean to be stealthy, slipping back into the dorm with light steps, but old habits died hard. He just didn’t want to wake them if they were already dozing. The living room was dim, lit only by a lamp, and as he neared, Y/N’s voice floated through the quiet, sweet and petulant.

“I’m telling you, Shua, that choreo’s gonna kill me,” she whined, her tone softer than her usual group banter. “My legs are screaming.”

“You killed it today,” Joshua murmured, his voice low, soothing. “Just take it easy tomorrow.”

Jeonghan froze, curiosity pulling him closer. He peeked around the corner, careful not to creak the floor. Y/N was curled into Joshua’s side on the couch, practically hugging him, her arms looped around his waist as she pouted up at him. Joshua’s hand moved through her hair, brushing it gently, his expression so soft it was almost unrecognizable from his usual calm smile.

Jeonghan’s heart kicked up, not from shock but from the thrill of catching something hidden. Well, well. He smirked, pieces clicking into place—Y/N’s careful distance in group settings, Joshua’s subtle orbit around her. They weren’t just close. They were together. And they’d been hiding it, right under everyone’s noses.

He could’ve grabbed his phone and left, but where was the fun in that? Instead, he backed away, easing the door open and shut with deliberate silence. As he rejoined the group outside, Seungkwan waved. “Got your phone?”

Jeonghan’s smirk widened, eyes glinting. “Nah, it’s dead. Left it behind.”

Hoshi tilted his head, squinting. “Why do you look like you just won something?”

“Just happy to be out,” Jeonghan said smoothly, but his mind was already spinning. He wouldn’t spill—not yet. It wasn’t his story to tell. But oh, he was going to have fun with this.

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The next day, Y/N and Jeonghan were holed up in the recording studio, the only two left to lay down their parts for the group’s album. The others were off on solo schedules, leaving the space quiet, just the hum of equipment and their voices. Y/N lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone, giggling at a Carat-made compilation of SEVENTEEN’s chaotic moments.

“Jeonghan, you have to see this,” she said, leaning over to show him a clip of Seungkwan’s dramatic aegyo fail. “I’m sending this to him later.”

Jeonghan laughed, but his eyes flicked to her, catching the carefree way she sprawled next to him. His mind flashed to last night—the way she’d clung to Joshua, all soft edges and trust. His smirk returned, sharp and knowing.

He leaned back, stretching his arms casually. “You know, Y/N,” he started, voice light but pointed, “if you’re ever hiding something, you can tell me. I’m good at keeping secrets.”

Y/N froze, her thumb pausing mid-scroll. “What?” She laughed, but it was nervous, her eyes darting to his face. “Hiding what? You’re so random.”

Jeonghan’s smirk grew, his gaze locking onto hers. “Come on, I’m not that clueless. Unlike the others, I notice things.” He paused, letting the words sink in, then dropped the bomb. “Like last night. Forgot my phone, came back to the dorm. Didn’t mean to overhear… or see you and Joshua getting cozy.”

Y/N’s face drained of color, her phone slipping to her lap. “Jeonghan, wait, it’s not—” She stumbled, panic flashing in her eyes as she sat up straight. “I mean, we weren’t—okay, look, I can explain.”

Her words tumbled out, a rushed defense. “It’s not like we’re hiding anything bad, I swear. I just… I didn’t want the group to make it a thing, you know? They’d tease us forever, or what if they think it’s a problem? We’re just trying to keep it lowkey, and—”

Jeonghan cut her off with a laugh, leaning forward to ruffle her hair like she was a kid. “Relax, Y/N. I’m not mad. I’m fine with it.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “You… are?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “You two are cute. Sneaky, but cute.”

Relief flooded her, but it was short-lived. Jeonghan leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, eyes glinting with mischief. “But don’t think I’m letting you off easy. I’m not telling the members—or Joshua, for that matter. This stays between us.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, sensing the trap. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He just smirked, leaning back with a shrug. “Oh, nothing. Just… let’s see how long you two can keep this up when I’m around.”

She groaned, slumping back. “You’re the worst.”

“And you love me for it,” he shot back, laughing as she shoved his shoulder.

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The next evening, Seventeen crowded into a BBQ restaurant, fresh off a long day of schedules. The air was thick with the smell of grilling meat and soju, the table a mess of plates and bottles. Y/N, still rattled from Jeonghan’s bombshell, made a point to avoid Joshua’s orbit. Instead of her usual spot near him, she wedged herself between Seungcheol and Hoshi, forcing a laugh as Hoshi tried to “teach” her how to wrap a lettuce wrap properly.

“You’re hopeless, Y/N,” Hoshi said, shaking his head as she fumbled the wrap, rice spilling onto the table.

“Says the guy who dropped his entire skewer earlier,” she fired back, earning a chorus of laughs.

Jeonghan sat across from her, sipping his soju, his eyes flicking between her and Joshua with barely concealed glee. Joshua, at the end of the table, was quieter than usual, picking at his food. Y/N felt his gaze on her but didn’t dare meet it, hyper-aware of Jeonghan’s watchfulness.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeonghan struck. “Oh, Y/N, I forgot to mention,” he said, voice casual but loud enough to draw attention. “My friend was asking about you. You know, the one I told you about? He really wants to meet you.”

Y/N’s chopsticks froze mid-air, her eyes snapping to Jeonghan’s smirking face. Oh, you absolute menace. “Uh… what?” she managed, playing dumb.

Jeonghan leaned forward, undeterred. “Yeah, he’s a great guy. Funny, kind, totally your type. Since you’re single, I figured I’d set you up. What do you think?”

The table erupted. Seungkwan slammed his glass down, grinning. “Wait, Y/N’s getting a date? Spill the details!”

“Is he hot?” DK chimed in, leaning over Hoshi to poke her arm. “Come on, you gotta give us something!”

Y/N forced a laugh, glaring daggers at Jeonghan. Game on, then. She wasn’t about to let him win this. “Sounds… fun, actually,” she said, her smile tight but convincing. “What’s his name? Maybe I’ll give it a shot.”

Joshua’s hand stilled on his chopsticks, his jaw tightening. He didn’t look up, but the shift was obvious to anyone paying attention. Jeonghan, of course, was. “Oh, Joshua, what do you think?” he asked, voice dripping with fake innocence. “Good idea, right? Y/N deserves to have some fun.”

Joshua’s eyes flicked to Jeonghan, sharp and unamused. “If she wants to, sure,” he said, his tone flat, almost too controlled. “Her call.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted, but she kept up the act, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, why not? Tell your friend I’m game, Jeonghan.”

The members piled on, oblivious to the undercurrent. Mingyu clapped her shoulder. “Go for it, Y/N! When’s the date? We need a full report.”

“What’s his job? Is he, like, a model or something?” Dino asked, eyes wide.

“Better not be cooler than us,” Seungcheol added, smirking as he poured more soju.

Jeonghan laughed louder than necessary, clearly delighted. “Oh, don’t worry, I’ll set it all up. You’ll love him, Y/N.”

Y/N kicked him under the table, subtle but hard. He didn’t even flinch, just raised his glass to her with a wink. Joshua, meanwhile, pushed his plate away, leaning back with a look that could’ve burned a hole through the wall. The others kept rambling, planning her fake date, while Y/N played along, her competitive streak refusing to let Jeonghan see her crack.

But as the night wore on, she stole a glance at Joshua. His fingers were tight around his glass, his smile gone. She hated this—hated Jeonghan’s game, hated how it made Joshua look at her like he wasn’t sure where they stood. She’d fix it later, away from prying eyes. For now, she just smiled wider, leaning into Hoshi’s side as he slung an arm around her, keeping the charade alive.

Jeonghan caught her eye, his smirk saying it all: Your move.

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summary: you and George have been hiding your relationship from the internet but there’s been a few slips along the way before George finally bites the bullet.

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At first, your appearances were barely noticeable—just subtle background moments that, if you blinked, you'd miss. You and George had been officially together for just over eight months, having been talking for just under a year. So, when you started spending more time at his flat, it was only a matter of time before your presence began to be noticed.

Example A: In George’s one-shot-every-minute Halloween video with all his friends, you could be spotted for a split second, helping Arthur Hill get a bowl of water for the apple-bobbing challenge.

Arthur stumbled into the kitchen, half-blind from his ghost-face mask, rustling around in the cupboards. You were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the five boys with amusement when George nodded toward Arthur, “Help him, will you?”

You laughed softly and got up to join him in the kitchen. Kneeling down, you grabbed a saucepan big enough for their heads and held it up just as the camera turned to you. “I’ve never been in this kitchen before. I don’t know where the bowls are,” arthur joked, in a terrible attempt at the Ghostface voice - one that was slowly slipping into a Donald Trump impression.

The boys laughed, and the camera panned back to them as you stood up, filling the saucepan with water, and dropping the apples in. You carried it over to the table for them, prompting a drunken ArthurTV to laugh, “What a great assistant you have, George!”

You flipped him off with a laugh before taking your seat back on the sofa.

Example B: At George, Chris, and Arthur’s annual New Year's party, the fans a new girl made a random appearance.

You had been featured in a few of Florence’s TikTok’s and Youtube videos over the years so that lead the fans away from assuming you were dating any of the boys. But being pictured near George? That was new. Still, it apparently wasn’t enough to make fans speculate anything.

You were sitting on the sofa, squashed between your boyfriend and the back of the couch, while a particularly drunk Chip sat next to you, yelling over the music.

“You two make a good-looking couple, you know?” he slurred, taking a long sip of his drink. You and George both laughed, “Like you’d have gorgeous kids. Nice hair and eyes.”

“Oi, Chip!” Isaac yelled grabbing his attention, pointing his phone at him, the flash blinding him.

The two boys burst into laughter, and Isaac posted the video to his TikTok without a second thought. He didn’t realize that in the background, you could be seen with your legs draped over George’s.

The fans brushed it off, too busy laughing at Chip’s antics to notice that George was clearly cozy with someone – a few of them saying it wasn’t even George in the background.

But when Liv and Sabina posted photos the next day and you appeared in them, fans started matching the tattoo on your wrist to the one in the Halloween video, some of them started to get a little suspicious.

Then George started streaming on Twitch and you both knew it would be harder to stay in your secret bubble. Still, you were okay with it.

The biggest giveaway of your presence in his life happened during one of George’s casual streams where he had no set plan - just chatting with the fans while scrolling through ‘Private Clarking,’ laughing at some of the ridiculous tweets people were posting.

“Anyone else think it’s weird he has a willy?” George read aloud from the chat, making you snort from the bed off-camera, “What the hell does that mean?”

You laughed louder at his confused, defensive tone, which made him smile and glance over at you. His eyes flicked back to the chat as it suddenly flooded with question marks about the mysterious laughter in the background. But George didn’t acknowledge it; he just kept scrolling through Twitter.

His eyes landed on a poorly photoshopped picture of him. He opened it full screen, let out a sigh, and spun in his chair to face you, pouting.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you muttered, teasing him, but loud enough for the chat to hear.

George froze, not expecting you to speak. His mouth opened in shock, blinking like he’d been hit. He quickly spun back around in his chair, shaking his head with a shy laugh, “Ignore that,” he mumbled, reaching to mute his mic immediately.

He walked over to you, pulled you to the edge of the bed, and you let out a surprised yelp before laughing at his stunned face, “They’re gonna go mental,” he muttered, referring to his chat.

You shrugged, “So?”

Instead of replying, George cupped your face in his hands, pulling you in for a sweet kiss before returning to his stream, red-cheeked and smiling like nothing had happened.

That’s when the fans finally started to catch on. Not completely, but the seeds had been planted.

The moment it all blew up came during a podcast episode. George and Max had shown up for a recording, and you were off-camera as usual, sitting with Calum, Andrew, and Maisie. The boys were deep into one of their random tangents while Calum tried his best to steer them in a more normal direction.

But Max was in top form as he leaned back in his chair, smirking, “So, George, important question, because I’ve been seeing it all over TikTok,” Max began, “Do you have a new flatmate?”

George blinked, confused, and you slapped your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter, “What are you talking about?”

Max grinned, “You know, the mysterious giggling, the random arm that keeps popping in and out of videos. There’s some off-camera entity in your flat. So, either a new flatmate, or a ghost.”

George sputtered on his drink, laughing nervously, “We’re not doing this,” he mumbled, eyes darting off-camera toward you.

“Oh, so we are.”

And that’s when the fans started losing it.

Old clips from nearly a year ago – from both your socials - were being shared all over social media, edits popping up within hours of the podcast dropping.

Slow zooms on George’s reactions, dramatic music, and screenshots of every moment you were half-visible. Stan Twitter threads started mapping every single appearance you’d made, complete with timestamps, and even theories about who you were - some of which were surprisingly close to the truth.

You had officially been dubbed “The Mystery Girl” by fans, even though many of them already knew who you were and followed your channel.

But with the love came the hate. Some people started sending you hate and threats, even though they didn’t know who you were. You swore it didn’t bother you - but it definitely bothered George. He did everything in his power to protect you, even posting a long message on his story and a stream where he ranted for an hour defending you.

And, of course, then there were the theories. Some fans swore you were just friends, others thought it was a PR stunt to boost George’s subscriber count, which made him laugh and turn it into a running joke.

George never expected to do a ‘hard launch’ to be honest, he thought they were a bit cringe. But there he was, at 1 a.m., having just finished a stream, with you asleep beside him, one arm flopped across his chest, the other tucked under your cheek.

His mind was racing, replaying all the questions he’d dodged during the stream. Almost every question in his life had become “Who is George’s girlfriend?” And yet here you were, peacefully curled up next to him, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil your boyfriend was experiencing.

He exhaled slowly, brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

He could just keep denying it - say you were just a friend, a flatmate, or claim Max was joking. But the fandom wasn’t buying it anymore. They had screenshots, edits, and the timeline down to a tee.

And you weren’t a secret he wanted to keep. He wanted to show you off, share moments of you on his social media, involve you in his videos. He wanted you more than anything.

He carefully reached over for his nightstand, making sure not to disturb you, and opened his phone, staring at his camera roll for a moment before tapping on his favorite photo of you.

It was from the recent ski trip to Lapland: you smiling at the camera while George leaned in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. It was his favorite photo from the whole trip, and he hadn’t been able to share it anywhere.

He posted it without hesitation, tagging you and adding a simple red heart emoji.

Then, in a panic, he tossed his phone across the bed, “What did you just do?” you mumbled, curling closer into him, your voice groggy from sleep.

He pulled you close, hiding his face in your hair, “Ruined my life.”

“Okay, but did you post the one where I look cute?”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your head. “Obviously.”

“Then I think you’ll survive.”

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kissyrafe · 6 months ago

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nye party blurb i forgot to post... whoops!

cw: smut, fem!reader, rough sex, teasing, spit play, unprotected p in v sex, both are under the influence so.. non-con..? i was watching euphoria and took inspo from nate 'n cassie in s2e1, (not proofread!!!)

you sat on the curb of a gas station, eating a donut as you self-wallowed on new year's eve, terrific. you stared at the ground, thinking of how the fuck you were going to get home when a pair of shoes appeared next to you. "'sup y/n," a deep male voice said, a familiar one. you look up at them with a frown as rafe nods his head, handing you an already opened beer. "need somethin' to wash that down?" you extend your hand, grabbing the bottle. you hold it up to your face, trying to examine it, though it was difficult considering you were already wasted. one more drink wouldn't hurt. "hi, thanks." your voice is muffled by the food in your mouth as you take a sip from the bottle, swallowing the remnants of your snack. "what are you doin' tonight?" rafe asked casually, but you stare at him questioningly for a second, sensing that he wanted something. you and rafe cameron do not 'casually talk'. matter of fact, you don't even remember the last time he even looked at you. so for him to now be offering you beer and asking questions, this was weird. "i was s'posed to go to this party with my friend, but we got into this big fight." you let out a quiet sigh, your eyes wandering at the damp ground again. "so now i'm here." rafe studied you. he saw your drunk and forlorn behavior and he knew he couldn't just leave you here. he clenched his jaw, digging into the pocket of his pants and grabbing his keys. "why don't i give you a ride?"

the roaring music from outside the bathroom trumped your sweet moans as rafe's fingers lodged down your throat as he thrusts into you, saliva coating them up to his rough knuckles. your head thumped against the wooden door with every push of his hips. trying to get support, your hands find their way to his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. rafe kissed and licked every inch of your collarbone and neck, fluttering subtle hickey's on you that you wouldn't notice until later. "what a slut," rafe whispered in your ear, taunting you. " y' can't help yourself, can you?" he took his fingers out, bringing them down to your clit. he pressed them down on your already soaking cunt, rubbing it in circles at a gruelingly slow pace. you threw your head back, unable to give a coherent response. "answer me." you nodded your head, your moans cutting off with every thrust rafe gave. "m-mhm!" he looked down, seeing you take all of his length as he smiled. he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look down at it too. "see how good you take me, baby? yeah, makes you feel good, doesn't it?" his sexual and playful banter took you over the edge as you felt the pleasure from both rafe's cock and fingers hit you. your hold on his shoulders tightened, your orgasm approaching soon. "g'na cum for me?" he asked, feeling his also coming. you bit your lip, trying to suppress your noises as you came. it hit so overwhelmingly hard as rafe pushed his cock into your cunt a few more times, his hips stuttering and releasing inside of you. rafe could feel your release and spit on his fingers as he looked at you, bringing his hand up again and putting them in his mouth.

"don't tell my sister about us."

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mattsundaes · 1 year ago

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hear me out: Hoshina and Leno fighting over who gets to be where in an eiffel tower 🥺🤤

(wow this got out of hand. i apologize in advance for...what's below the cut.)

soshiro hoshina x f!reader x reno ichikawa + bonus implied!gen narumi

c: 18+ only, smut, threesome, eiffel tower, oral sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, back to back creampies

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

It’s amusing—watching your boyfriend and your friend bicker, like the source of the argument isn’t who gets fuck which of your holes. The latter, Ichikawa, is uncharacteristically ruffled, chest heaving a little in frustration as he crosses his arms over his chest, doing his best to look serious despite the hard-on tented at the front of his sweats.

Admittedly, Soshiro really could work on being a little less selfish, given that the situation the three of you now find yourselves in is entirely his fault.

It’s been months since Soshiro began teasing you about Ichikawa’s blatantly obvious crush on you, something that, surprisingly, seemed to intrigue rather than annoy him—enough for him to cajole you into admitting you were attracted to your fellow officer, too.

“He looks like he’d be sweeter than you in bed,” you’d teased once, to which Soshiro rolled his eyes, gently flicking your nose as he replied—

“‘Cause you probably wouldn’t act like a damn brat for him.”

But it’s only been a week since most of the base was out at a lively nightclub for a rare evening to let loose, a week since Soshiro sat beside you with a smirk as a drunken dare between your group somehow found you straddling Ichikawa’s lap.

At Soshiro’s own insistence, the rough scrape of his slightly drunk tone too much too ignore, you jokingly gave Ichikawa a lap dance.

A lap dance that grew much more serious when Soshiro huffed, grasping Ichikawa’s hovering hands and plastering them to your hips.

A situation that got wildly out of hand when your boyfriend, who was sitting beside the two of you, head leaning against the back of the couch with a lazy smile and heavily-lidded eyes, rasped—”Kiss her.”

You hadn’t been expecting it, the way Ichikawa’s hand splayed against the back of your head, the burning intensity of his gaze before he leaned in and kissed you hard enough to have you gasping for air.

And Soshiro had fucking been the one to coyly invite Ichikawa to join whatever the hell this is.

“—sounds pretty ungrateful to me, her mouth feels fuckin’ fantastic, too,” Soshiro shrugs, his tone almost condescending.

“I’m not ungrateful, Vice-Captain Hoshina! She just said—” Ichikawa sighs in frustration, glancing to you for assistance.

Admittedly, your sloppy, drunk makeout session had also involved more than a little dry humping, the outline of Ichikawa’s erection like a beacon of fucking depravity against your bunched up skirt and cotton panties. Soshiro had used a finger against your chin to turn your attention back to him, his lips pressing into yours while Ichikawa tried and failed not to moan under the rocking of your hips, and both of them had heard you whine a bit petulantly, “I wanna fuck him.”

Clearly, Ichikawa hadn’t forgotten that comment.

Too goddamn turned on at this point to let this standoff continue, your voice is soft and sweet as you turn to Soshiro and pull out your trump card, “Remember that time you said you wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck another man’s cum into my…oh…what did you call it…”

You pause, for emphasis, doe-eyed and innocent as you place a finger on your chin. “Oh, right. My slutty, fucked out pussy.”

Ichikawa fucking chokes.

Soshiro grumbles as he glances up at the ceiling, unable to deny the sheer level of depravity that leaves his mouth when you goad him into the derogatory dialogue that gets you off like nothing else.

“Ya better make the most of this, Ichikawa. Even Narumi didn’t get to do this.”

Ichikawa looks torn between asking if you seriously had a threesome with the Captain of the First Division or if you’re seriously going to let him come inside of you.

Instead, he positions himself behind you on the bed, his breath audibly hitching in his throat when he runs his hands over the globes of your ass, likely marveling at the slick arousal drooling from your pussy, sliding down the inside of your thighs and dripping onto the comforter.

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, reaching out to drag a finger through your creamy folds, and you whine at the sparks of pleasure that ignite in your abdomen beneath the tease of his touch. “She’s so wet.”

Soshiro kneels in front of you, cradling your face as his hard cock bounces against the outside of your cheek. “She gets real soaked when she gets to act like a slut.”

Ichikawa inhales sharply, not used to Soshiro’s harsh words.

“Do you like it when he…” he trails off, hands feathering over your hips.

You nod.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Ichikawa uses his thumb to rub a circle over your fluttering entrance, silent for a moment as he mulls over the words dancing on the tip of his tongue. His voice is quiet, a little rough and strange as he murmurs, “You like being our slut?”

Oh.

Something inside of you cracks open at that—the uncertainty of these filthy words leaving Ichikawa’s soft mouth, the undeniable pitch of arousal in his tone despite it all.

You moan.

Ichikawa groans, watching the way his finger disappears inside of your cunt as you rock back into him, spearing yourself on the stretch of the digit.

Soshiro chuckles, “There ya go.”

Whatever the promise of dry humping Ichikawa’s shaft held, it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being split open on his cock, your entire body going pliant as he surprises you further by fully taking control, groaning repeatedly about how good you feel as he begins to repeatedly snap his hips into the shaking swell of your ass.

And as you take Soshiro’s cock into your mouth, reveling in the familiar taste of his precum smearing across your lips before you swirl your tongue around his thick length, it’s all you can do not to collapse forward when he strokes your face and says, “Should I tell Ichikawa how much you love bein’ a whore?”

You moan around his shaft, fingers cradling his balls as Ichikawa digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, and he takes that as your blessing to continue.

“Do ya think he’d believe me if I told him how you fit mine and Narumi’s cocks into your mouth at the same time?

Ichikawa’s next thrust is sloppy and rough, his balls slapping against your ass. The pleasure simmering in your gut flares white-hot.

You know Soshiro’s eating this the fuck up—this opportunity to push every button that he knows will turn you into a sobbing, cock drunk mess in front of the other man.

“Bet you want all three of us, don’t you? My dick in your ass, Officer Ichikawa in your cunt, and Captain Narumi stuffed between those pretty lips.”

It’s impossible to hold back the groan that comes tumbling from your throat, and you nearly choke on Soshiro’s shaft in the process, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure inside of you rapidly begins to approach its boiling point.

“Holy shit,” Ichikawa exhales, continuing to split open your greedy cunt on his cock, sliding freely in and out of the grip of your tight walls thanks to arousal that continues to gush out of you.

You come—hard.

Your orgasm is a trembling, euphoric tidal wave of pleasure, one that leaves you boneless and shaking in its wake as Ichikawa fucks you through it.

“Where—” Ichikawa gasps, on the verge of his own climax.

“Tell Ichikawa what you are,” Soshiro says calmly, pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Well—

“A cum slut,” you breathe out.

Ichikawa groans, fingers tightly gripping your hips.

“And what does that mean?” Soshiro asks, like he's talking about the goddamn weather.

You bite your lip, equal parts embarassed by how much saying this turns you on and intrigued by what it's doing to Ichikawa, “I wanna feel his cum in my slutty hole.”

“Jesus fucking chri—” Ichikawa chokes out roughly, cut off by his own orgasm, hips stuttering as he pumps rope after rope of thick, hot cum inside of you.

You inhale sharply at the feeling of him filling you, your cunt clenching around the stretch of his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him. When he eventually pulls out, Soshiro tugs you forward into his lap, Ichikawa’s cum thickly dripping all over him as he eases you down onto his length in one stroke.

“Thought you’d wanna to see,” he murmurs as he catches you staring down at the messy, wet space between your bodies, cum spilling everywhere.

A fresh wave of arousal shudders in your gut, and Soshiro shifts, laying you down on your back as he climbs on top of you. And it’s the filthy, wet sound of him fucking Ichikawa’s cum back inside of you, paired with Ichikawa’s stunned groans as he watches from beside you, that hurls you over the edge of one last trembling orgasm.

Once Soshiro spills inside of you, your tight channel can do nothing but overflow with the hot, sloshing cum that pours from your sensitive slit.

Slinging an arm over your face, you let out an unsteady breath as you unceremoniously announce several minutes later, “Someone’s gotta clean this up.”

And you can hear the stupid fucking grin on Soshiro’s face as says, “Ichikawa, are you any good with your tongue?”

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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Summer in the 305 || LS2 {2}

Pairing: Logan Sergeant x fem!reader Summary: Logan comes home to Miami (305) for the summer break and you become attached at the hip. Warnings: 18+ only, made, smut, fluff WC: 1.7k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

Logan must have managed to get some sleep on the flight because he was already up when you woke at noon. Sooty barely lifted his head from where he lay panting in his favourite spot in the sun, too tired from his morning run. After stopping to pet his head you walked into the kitchen and found your boyfriend shirtless, his hair still damp from the shower he had taken. You wrapped your arms around his waist and closed your eyes again as you rested your head against his back and started to doze off again.

“Go back to bed, sweetheart,” he said softly. He placed the knife down after finishing the lemon slices for the sweet tea he was brewing and reached over to the sink, almost pulling you off balance with the stretch to wash the acid off his hands.

“I’m good here. You can carry on, you won’t even notice me.”

He chuckled as your yawn warmed his back and he dried his hands. “You’re lucky I already went for a run then,” he teased as he grabbed your thighs and jumped, pulling you up onto his back. “There, better?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck before resting your cheek on his head. “Much.”

“I wonder if this is how the teenage mutant ninja turtles felt carrying their home on their back,” he mused as he crossed the kitchen to put the carafe of tea into the fridge.

“You would be the one that likes pizza. Wait, did you eat dinner for breakfast?”

“Maybe…” He was quiet for a moment, but the shelf it had sat on in the fridge had clearly been emptied and you pouted at missing out. “But I did save you a plate in the microwave.”

You untangled yourself from him and slid down his back onto your feet as your stomach rumbled loudly. He caught your hand as you aimed for the microwave and he tilted his head, tapping his cheek until you gave him the kiss he was after. With a grin he turned his head at the last moment to catch it on his lips and you laughed at the sly move before indulging in another, deeper kiss.

“What’s the plan for today, babe?” you asked while the meal reheated.

He leaned back against the cupboards and crossed his ankles. “Did you have anything in mind?”

You dragged your eyes slowly up and down his body before sending him a suggestive wink. “Maybe…”

He bit his bottom lip as it started to curl up and said, “I’ll have to check my calendar, but I think I can fit something in.”

“But not right now,” you stated as the microwave dinged and you hit the button to open it, the mouthwatering scent and steam wafting out. “Carbone’s trumps everything.”

Logan reached past you with a tea towel before you could burn yourself and placed it on the marble island before kissing the top of your head. “Can’t argue with that, sweetheart.”

Logan watched patiently as you speared the food with your fork, following it to your parted lips before he reached out and thumbed a dash of sauce that lingered at the corner. “You are torturing me,” he groaned as you took your time with the meal, humming exaggerated sounds with each mouthful.

“Oh? Did you want some?” you asked innocently.

He pushed off from the kitchen side and spun the barstool around to face him as he stepped into the gap between your legs, forcing them wider as your head tipped back to meet his eyes. “I want something sweet, sugar.”

You could feel his want pressing against you as you pulled his face down to yours, meeting him halfway with a desperate kiss. If you hadn’t been so tired from the late pick up last night this wouldn’t be the first time reconnecting after his two and a half weeks away. All those nights spent without him came roaring back and you moaned as his kiss drifted down your neck and he sucked the delicate spot above your collarbone.

“Lo, take me back to bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Logan’s feet remembered the path through the house intimately, not needing to look where he was going when his vision could be completely consumed by you instead. He loved to just watch you, watch your reactions to the world around you, he could spend hours watching you sleep while he battled jet lag and whatever worries plagued his sleep. Watching you calmed him in a way nothing else ever would - it had been that way from the moment he saw you.

“I love you,” he said quietly after laying you on the messy unmade bed, taking a moment to just remember how you looked right there. He inhaled deeply in awe as he saw the love reflected in your eyes and then he noticed your lips already swollen from his kiss and the air left his lungs. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Lo.”

His palms brushed the shirt up your thighs and you lifted your hips up so he could free you of the panties you wore before taking your shirt and casting it away as well. You wanted nothing more than to hook your leg around him and pull him closer but patience was one of Logan’s many virtues and he loved to worship your body before all else. Where Logan was all hard, toned muscles and strength, you were soft and supple, moulding to his hands as they roamed your body.

Your back arched to his touch and a soft moan graced his ears when he kissed his way across your stomach and up to your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as his warm tongue flicked your already peaked nipple before his lips sealed around it and sucked.

“Logan,” you whined, the sound high and needy as you reached for him, palming the erection that strained in his boxers. “I want to taste you too.”

He smiled at the sound and chuckled as he swiped a thumb over your lips. “Later, sweetheart. The second these touch me I’d be gone,” he admitted unabashedly.

You giggled at the honesty and let him take his time, this time at least. You had three weeks of having him home and you were going to drown yourself in him, but right now you would be patient - as difficult as the task was when his lips were set to ignite your blood on fire.

The room filled with the sound of your moans as you looked down your body and met his eyes, as pure and blue as Biscayne Bay. You could feel every and nothing all at once. Light danced around your eyes even when you closed them and still his fingers and tongue worked to keep the waves of pleasure rolling through you.

“P-please, oh, Logan,” you cried as your legs trembled around his head and he gave one last lick that sent a jolt through you.

“Hmm, taste so sweet, sugar,” he hummed as he licked his lips and kicked his boxers off. His dick spring free and slapped his navel before he wrapped his fist around it and took his place between your legs, a thick bead of precum already welling at the tip.

The first orgasm was still fluttering with aftershocks when he guided his cock to your entrance. You never felt anything more perfect than the moment where a little push was all that was needed, where the resistance broke and he thrust home where he belonged - filling you so completely that your bodies become one.

You couldn’t think, you could barely breathe. You could only feel him. He surrounded not just your body but your entire being, his natural scent that no body wash could beat, the taste of his skin you gently grazed with your teeth, the vision of losing himself in the moment, the sounds of his uneven breaths in your ear.

“Shit,” he groaned as his head collapsed to your shoulder and you felt his cock pulsing in your cunt. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

You giggled as you picked his head up to see his eyes set in an extremely relaxed face. “It has been a while, Lo,” you assured him with a smile. “I still love you.”

“And you felt so good.” He kissed your lips and made no move to leave as he started to slowly roll his hips. “Still feel so good.”

His release mixed with yours and escaped your body as he fought against the sensitivity he was feeling, basking in the slick warmth your body offered until he started to grow hard again. “This is how good you make me feel, sugar.”

You followed his line of sight to where your bodies joined and watched his long smooth strokes into you, feeling every inch as it disappeared. Your breath hitched as he retreated, leaving you empty as you saw his cock coated and shiny with come after each thrust. “Fuck,” you moaned as your head fell back to the pillow and your core tightened, the vision still playing in your mind as his thumb found your clit. He wasn’t going to come again until you did.

It was mid-afternoon by the time you re-emerged from the bedroom and Sooty seemed to have recovered from his run as he bounced around the living room excitedly. Logan grabbed the ball he dropped at his feet and opened the large glass doors into the backyard, tossing it out onto the grass for Soot to fetch. It was almost instantly dropped back at his feet, the dark tail wagging up a storm.

“You look like you need another run, boy. What do you say? Should we take mommy to the beach?”

You took the two glasses of sweet tea you had poured and gave one to Logan as Sooty barked his answer. “That sounds like a yes to me. Why don’t you see what the boys are up to? They were as desperate for you to come home as I was, Callum especially.”

Logan grinned at the news of his close knit friends and he had promised them a good catch up over the break. Pulling out his phone he fired off a quick message to the group chat and was quickly bombarded with replies and a plan was made. Pocketing the device, he pulled you into his arms and watched the palm trees and ocean move with the breeze.

“Good to be home?” you asked softly as he fell quiet with reflection.

“Better than good. There’s not a word to describe it. It’s exactly what I need right now.”

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springseasonie · 1 year ago

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Behind the Scenes | DSC (M)

Actor Sicheng x Actor fem reader

Summary: This movie is your big break and you can't afford to mess it up. Unfortunately your costar is a known manwhore and you have to do everything in your power to avoid his advances, but at the end of the day, you're just a girl.

Warnings: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), unsolicited recording, bit of a power imbalance, dubconish, blue text is Sicheng, pink text is the reader

Word count: 3,9k

A/N: took way too long to finish this. I sorta gave up at the end I'm sorry 😞

The trailer was small and sometimes you became a little claustrophobic, especially having to share it with you costar counterpart. Sicheng was his name. There was nothing wrong with him of course. He was a nice guy, very helpful, and had a great work ethic. But he was handsome and knew it. He always joked about how people would do what he wanted without being asked because he was so handsome but every joke has a truth to it. Sicheng was a very slick man, and you were an actress breaking out in her first huge film.

You were supposed to be in your own trailer, but you have to temporarily move because of some electrical issues. You've never nervous about having to share a room with a man, but something about Sicheng puts you on edge. That or the fact that you were going to film a love scene with him the next day. You couldn't sleep, mind racing with the what ifs of the next day.

You and sicheng have already been through the entire scene, having it choreographed by the intimacy coordinator. The both of you have already done so many exercises to be somewhat. more comfortable with each other. They worked for a while, but as the hours ticked by, you became even more nervous about it all. Maybe it was because you were attracted to him and attractive men make you nervous.

You sat on the stairs outside the trailer, the moon lighting up the dark ground that surrounded you. The only thing that could calm you in your moment of stress was once again reading through your lines in the best way to forget about it. Your manager was used to it, the constant mumbling and talking to walls, no matter how crazy it looks. It helped you, the nerves you had slowly melting away.

But at this moment you were just leaning back staring at the star filled sky, taking in the cool desert air. Your feet tapped on the stairs listening to the sand in the distance. Out of all your filming locations, this was definitely your favorite. You've been practically all over the world filming this movie, but this trumps every single place you've been.

Your head turns quickly, hearing the door open. Out comes Sicheng wrapped in a blanket, face scrunched and hair tossed everyone.

“What are you doing up,” he says groggily.

You crack a smile, amused at his imperfect appearance. “I'm going over my lines for tomorrow.”

“Ah..,” he said awkwardly. Sicheng didn't talk for a second, the silence taking over the space. He felt awkward with you sometimes. With other co stars in other movies, he was way able to get close with them, but you were different. You always kept things professional, always kept your distance. He thought that you were shy, but he sees the way you act with other male costars and can't help but think maybe you just didn't like him.

You watched Sicheng as he sat on the small stairs next to you, wrapped in his blanket. “Aren't you tired,” you questioned.

“I thought you would want some company and maybe some body heat,” he said, shrugging. “It's kinda cold out here.”

“Oh, okay,” you say. You let a few beats of silence pass, staring at your paper but unable to actually practice with him right next to you. You kept glancing at his face. You've kissed him dozens of times for this movie and never felt anything, but gosh was he handsome. His pretty lips, his perfect nose, deep eyes, deep voice.

“Well, would you like to practice with me,” you asked, breaking the silence.

“Wow I thought you would never ask,” he answered almost too quickly.

You laugh at his answer, nudging him softly making him chuckle. Sicheng leans over to look at your script, his face now a little close to yours, and for some reason your heart beats faster and harder. He licks his lips, reading the words on your paper. You didn't know how you would get through the intimacy scene if you were like this at the moment.

“So you're going over this scene,” he said almost blankly.

“Yeah..”

Neither of you say anything, just sit there listening to the wind as you both stare at the paper. Your mind was racing. The both of you already knew exactly what would take place the next day and how emotionless it was supposed to be so why did you all of a sudden want it to be real? Why did you want to have sex with the man you weren't supposed to?

“Do you want to practice inside,” he said a bit quietly.

“Sure… I don't mind.”

The both of you stood up, Sicheng opening the door for you quickly. You gave him a small thank you before walking into the confined space. The trailer was a bit stuffy, the air feeling thick and dusty. There wasn't much light besides the small lamp you had next to your bed. You and Sicheng sat down, shifting over to not be so close to him.

“I don't bite,” he laughed. “Unless you want me to.”

You raised your brow, chuckling softly at his remark. “Save that energy for the scene tomorrow. We're gonna need it.”

“Right..”

Glancing at him, you could've sworn you saw a quick shadow of disappointment, but decided to ignore it for the time being. He leans his body to you a bit just to read the paper, but you can see how much he's staring at you through your peripheral vision.

Sicheng is the definition of control. He can control other people and himself. But something about the way the light shines in your bare face, the way you look when you're concentrated. He really likes it. He really likes you, and he doesn't know if he could control himself tonight. He knows he has a reputation, but goodness he'd be a fool to pass this opportunity up.

“So where do you wanna start,” he asks, leaning back on his arms.

“I don't know. I usually don't really do this with anyone else,” you laugh softly, but Sicheng still gives you the same serious expression. “I'm a little nervous about tomorrow.”

“Why? The sex scene?” He tilts his head slightly, eyes darting to your neck. So pretty, smooth, soft. He hadn't even noticed you were watching him at this point, gulping as his mind raced.

“Uh..yeah,” you stuttered. You shifted on the bed, trying to forget about the tension between you two at the moment. No one has told you directly, but you've heard that everyone thinks there's tension between you two. Before, you brushed it off, not paying much attention to it. But you've felt it more than ever recently.

“Well, we already know what we have to do,” he said, pushing himself off his arms. “Did you forget?”

You set the paper down on your lap, sighing softly. “Would you hate me if I did?”

He laughs, licking his lips as he takes a quick look at yours. “No, not at all.” Sicheng took the script off your lap, reading the words carefully before putting the paper back down.

“I want to go back home.”

You gulped, nerves now making every part of your body itch. Despite being away from everyone else, he's able to lock into his character so well. Just able to focus and immediately get into character is something you struggle with sometimes, especially when nerve wracked.

“We can't, this is us now.”

Sicheng smiles, his eyes dropping to your lips as he licks his own, just like it says in the script. But for some reason in your mind it felt more real, the tension between you both rising by the second.

“I know but..”

He reaches for your face, cupping your cheek in his hand. His hands are softer than what you remember, and he's gentle unlike other co-stars you've had. Sicheng pulls you closer to him, his lips lingering above yours, the closeness making your mind reel.

“Was running worth it? Should we go back, face the world together?”

Your heart was about to beat out your chest. No wonder he had a reputation in the entertainment world, everything about the man screams sex appeal and you were very close to falling for it. But before that, you had to remember your line.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your mind went blank in the middle of his intense staring. “I-I uh… I think I forgot my line,” you stuttered. You turned from him, searching for the paper on the bed, not noticing how he didn't remove his hand from your face or take his eyes off you once.

Once you found the paper, you heard him give you a soft chuckle but you ignored it, reading the line on the paper. “Okay I got it now, we can keep going.” Before continuing, you gulped, the feeling of his thumb stroking your cheek making your stomach turn.

“I don't want that. I want this. I want to be here with you.”

Looking up at him with needy eyes, unable to differentiate whether it was real or acting, he gulped silently. He wanted you so so badly.

"Just shut up. Don't think or speak. Touch me."

Sicheng kisses you softly like you both practiced. His lips molded into yours so perfectly, nothing about the kiss was stiff like it was before.

You play the scene out in your head, from the words you memorized to the actions in the love scene and you do them in an attempt to keep this interaction between you both professional.

Hand on your face and kiss? Check.

Hand on your waist? Check.

Leaning back on the bed and he climbs on top of you? Check.

Pushes up your shirt and exposes your lace bralette? No, that wasn't part of the script.

Sicheng kisses you passionately, his hands start going places where you didn't practice, but you can't stop him. You're so attached to him, but you know you can't sleep with him, not now. Maybe when you're more established, but not now, not during your big break.

“Si-Sicheng,” you say breathlessly, feeling his lips kiss your jawline and neck softly. “This wasn't what we practiced.” Your voice was small, you felt small under him literally and figuratively.

“I know.” His breath tickles your skin, voice so deep and soothing you start to feel your body sink into the mattress. “Y/N… I have something to confess.”

“What?” You could barely speak. The feeling of his hands on your body, lips on your skin. The air felt thick around you, making it hard to breathe. Your chest moves rapidly, every single move he makes causes you to spiral.

“I like you,” he whispers. “Alot.”

You gulp, body so still he could probably have his way with you if you hadn't suddenly come to your senses. You placed your hand on his, stopping him from moving it lower. Sicheng looks at you, his pretty brown eyes reading the expression on your face.

“I can't Sicheng,” you say.” Your mouth says no, but the way your body reacts when he takes your hand and claps it with his while he kisses your neck says absolutely. “I-I can’t.”

“Why not Y/N, you scared,” he says softly, a soft chuckle gracing your ears.

“Yes,” you sigh. “I can't sleep with you, Sicheng. If people find out, I can never come back from that.”

“And who's gonna find out?” Sicheng doesn't let you answer, letting go of your hand and body as he slides down your chest and stomach. You were paralyzed, body completely still as he moved between your legs, mouth dangerously close to your clothed heat.

“Answer me honestly,” he says, deep voice making you shiver. “If it were just you and me in the desert, would you fuck me?”

Mindlessly, you nodded. He was so close, you could feel his nose pushing against your clit, his deep inhales of the space between your legs making your head spin. “Sicheng, I..”

You let out a shaky sigh, the feeling of his hands pushing your legs up enticing you more and more. Truthfully, you haven't had sex in months because of your schedule and being around an attractive man like himself wasn't making it any better. But your dry spell wasn't worth your career and reputation.

That's what you thought initially, but there was something so mind boggling about the way he kissed your core over your shorts.

“Let me help you out,” he whispered. “Relieve that stress.”

“I.. I'm not stressed,” you said slowly. You couldn't control your breathing, chest moving up and down fast, senses heightened.

Sicheng’s hands traveled to your ass, squeezing the flesh as he buried his nose between your legs once again, inhaling deeply. “Fuck,” he breathed out. Your gulp, mouth watering as you feel his fingertips graze the bottom of your back, fingers sinking into the waistband of your shorts.

You raised your hips slowly, a silent confirmation for the both of you. He pulled your shorts down, the sound of your slides hitting the floor followed.

“I know I have a… reputation,” he says, pulling your shorts and underwear off, dropping them on the floor. “I've been trying to work on it but God…” he takes his hands, parting your legs as he lays on his stomach, face close to your crotch. You could feel his ragged breathing, every small sigh that left his lips, which means he could see how wet you were. And for some reason, it was embarrassing to you. You could barely look at him, his eyes slowly sucking the life out of you.

Sicheng licks up your cunt slowly, the pad of his tongue touching every inch of you, making you shiver. His eyes are closed and so are yours as you lay flat on your back taking in every overwhelming emotion. His tongue licks you again and again, your juices on his tongue making him moan softly like he's been craving it. It feels so good, your body is reacting but for some reason you're holding back.

“Shit,” you whispered, brows furrowing.

Sicheng kissed your clit, sucking it softly. Your body shuddered by the sudden feeling, hands naturally moving to touch his hair but hesitating. His tongue flicked your clit at a steady pace, pulling a soft moan from your lips.

“You like that,” he mumbled. Sicheng continued to eat you out, tongue moving against you skillfully, lips kissing and sucking every inch of your womanhood.

“Mhm.” Your voice was so shaky and he barely did anything to you. the intensity of the situation was getting to you, managers and other staff in other trailers could be up walking by, or anyone could hear you.

Sicheng started flicking his tongue faster, making you whine softly. This time, your hands went to him with no hesitation. Fingers gently running through his blonde hair while you lay on your back, so you can't see the way he's watching you arch your back.

Sicheng takes one hand off your leg, removing his mouth from your core, replacing it with his two long fingers. A grin spread along his face watching you sit up holding yourself up on one elbow watching him with lust filled eyes. His fingers spread your pussy open, staring you in your eyes as he sucked your clit once again. His tongue licked your dripping hole in every movement making you whimpers and moan.

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan breathlessly. Your hips started moving on their own, grinding on his mouth. You looked so pretty above him like this, moaning and whimpering his name. Your pretty eyes watching him, the more you stare the more pleasure you feel.

Sicheng sucked hard on your clit over and over, your moans getting louder and louder with each passing second.

“God, I'm gonna cum,” you gasped softly, earning an eager nod from the boy below you. You felt your body begin to tremble with the feeling of his tongue flicking the bud of nerves faster and faster. The orgasm that hit you was strong, your whine being so loud you were sure other trailers could hear it, which is the last thing you wanted but Sicheng clearly had no intention of caring. Not when his mouth is still on your leaking cunt, slurping up every drop.

Chest quickly moving up and down, you stared at him as he lifted himself from between your legs. Gosh, he looked like sex personified. Heavy breathing, skin shining, hair tossed. Sicheng tossed his shirt, standing up and removing his pants. You needed him badly, eyes fogged by the lust taking over your body.

“You want my cock,” he says, voice deep and raspy.

You nod fast, not caring how desperate you look at the moment.

“Arch that pretty ass for me.”

You did as he said, moving faster than you ever have to get in position. You can't remember the last time you let a man have you so easily. You should feel embarrassed, you should want to cover your body under the blanket beneath you, but the way he slides himself into you makes all those thoughts melt away.

The stretch he's giving you is possibly everything you needed to get your mind off the movie. You were so snug around him, your arousal soaking every bit of his cock. Sicheng watched as you rested your cheek against the mattress, small whines slipping past your lips every time he pumped his cock in and out of you.

“That's a good girl Y/N,” he mumbled, hands gripping your hips. His slow thrust was tantalizing, every inch of your body wanted more, but it felt so good. “Pretty pussy taking me in so nicely. You waited for this, didn't you?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you moaned softly. Sicheng took his hand off your hip, grabbing the back of your neck, squeezing as you pushed your head further into the mattress. “Use your words.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasped, the grip on your neck making you even more wet.

He felt you squeeze around him, smirking at your loss of dignity. Hands still on your neck, he thrust in you faster and harder drawing out louder and louder whines. If this were normal circumstances, you would be in his hotel or house, but you aren't. You're in a trailer surrounded closely by other trailers, so you have to be quiet.

“Keep quiet for me baby,” he grunts. “You don't want them knocking on our door, do you?”

“N-no,” you whisper.

Sicheng starts pounding into you, jaw dropping from the sudden change in pace. You could probably guess you looked a mess, mouth open, drooling, small tears staining the sheets. Trying so hard to pull it together, your whines increasing in pitch with every thrust and movement. His groans were music to your ears, the sound of his voice mixed with the small creak of the trailer sending you into a spiral. It's like a scene from a movie.

Sicheng almost loses control when you start bouncing your ass against him, brows knitting watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Such a pretty desperate thing you are, he should've done this weeks ago.

“You like being fucked like this don't you,” he grunts, the grip on your neck getting tighter. That's when he feels your squeeze around him, moaning into the pillow underneath you as you cum.

“F-fuck,” you whined, face twisting in pleasure, ass still bouncing back on him.

“That's it Y/N, let it out. Cum all over me baby,” he mumbled, still thrusting into you. The feeling of him still going despite you almost squeezing him out was delicious, the feeling of him rubbing against your walls making your whole body shiver.

The steady rock of the structure definitely goes unnoticed, the only thing he could focus on was your soft whine slowly increasing in volume.

“Keep fucking that pussy on me,” he mumbled, thrusting deeper into you. “Use me baby, that's a good girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at the name, only encouraging you to move your hips more. He stopped thrusting, brows furrowing as he watched you from behind. That's when an idea popped in his head. Leaning back, he grabbed his phone that laid on the edge of the bed.

“Let's make a movie beautiful,” he mumbled.

Too wrapped up in pleasure, your eyes were screwed shut against the bed, moans and whines being only sounds you could make. You never noticed him begin to record you, putting on a show for him and his camera.

You jump at the hard smack on your ass, the small burn on your skin making your stomach tingle. Sicheng rests a hand on your hip, rubbing the skin softly. He's so close, groaning and grunting in the mic of his phone. And you look great on camera, not that your face is shown, but no wonder you're a movie star.

“I-Im gonna cum sicheng,” you moan, starting to bounce back on him faster. He takes you by your hair, gripping it hard as he holds your body, pounding into you hard. Every moan and whimper was ripped from your body, the only sound you were able to make was choked breaths.

“Good girl, taking my dick like a champ,” he said through gritted teeth. “Gonna make me cum soon yeah?”

The arch in your back makes his tip hit you in places you didn't know existed, your moans getting louder and louder and you approach your orgasm. At that moment you decide to open your eyes, and that's when you see the camera. A wave of dread and shock hit you, your heart immediately sinking to your stomach. But the sinking feeling didn't have time to set, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your body shake and shiver.

Sicheng lets go of your hair, pulling out of your locks quickly. The man recorded himself jerking off, low groans in the mic as he came all over your smooth back.

Nothing but heavy breaths can be heard in the silence of the room. For him, he just got the biggest relief of his life, but for you, the atmosphere felt heavy.

“Delete the video,” you said, his eyes immediately burning into your back. “Please. I shouldn't have to beg.”

“Your face isn't in it, I promise,” he says, grabbing his T-shirt to wipe his load off your back.

“That..that isn't the point,” you whine. “Delete the video, I can't afford a sex tape leak.”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” Sicheng goes on his camera roll to delete the video, but after all he is just a man and can't help himself. That's when you start to hear moans emitting from his phone.

“Oh my God, delete it please,” you say, clearly embarrassed by the events that just took place. “I sound like a dying cow.”

“You sound pretty and you look pretty.” Sicheng watches you flip over, falling on your back beneath him. At this angle, he could probably take a pretty picture of you, legs spread, sweat sticking on your skin, get you into real trouble. “God, you're beautiful,” he mumbles. “No wonder you're a movie star.”

“And I would like to keep it that way,” you said.

He chuckled, staring down at you. “Let's make a movie then. With your face in it this time.”

You were about to hit him with a hard no but the way his hands traveled up your legs spreading them apart made your brain short circuit. Your eyes follow his every move, licking your lips when he takes his semi hard cock in his hands, rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly. “I promise no one will see it.”

“Your eyes only,” you say breathlessly, his tip rubbing your clit slowly.

“My eyes only.”

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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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A little over two weeks after Donald Trump moved back into the White House, he sat at a large desk ready to sign an executive order banning transgender athletes in sports, including in elementary schools, ostensibly to keep girls safe.

Trump was surrounded by young, mostly white, cisgender girls ranging from maybe 6 or 7 years old to girls in their late teens and early 20s. All of them wore their respective school sports jerseys and looked on excitedly as Trump told them to gather around.

I remember watching the signing with a wave of deep discomfort and disgust. I couldn’t stop thinking about how this man has been accused of sexually assaulting over two dozen women, some of whom were around the same age as a few of the young women huddled around that desk. (Trump has denied all the allegations.)

As a reporter on HuffPost’s national desk covering gender-based violence and abortion care for the last decade or so, I’m no stranger to men in power weaponizing a perception of women’s victimhood (often Republican men, always white women). But that image of Trump, smiling triumphantly, surrounded by young girls plagued me for days.

Right before he signed the executive order, Trump looked up and addressed the several dozen cameras trained on him: “What a nice picture this is, huh?”

The irony of the moment crystallized a few days later. Despite Trump’s insistence that he’s shielding girls from the imagined perils of “transgender ideology,” he’s actually subjecting them to more scrutiny. The ban is likely to put both transgender and cisgender kids under a microscope, and could encourage practices like gynecological exams to determine a child’s sex. The executive order Trump touted as a policy decision to protect America’s children will instead leave them vulnerable to invasive, intimate interrogation, surveillance and discrimination.

The worst part? The sinister part that really stuck with me? The Trump administration used kids not just as justification but as props to distract from its extreme policies, ones that will without a doubt hurt American children.

Since Trump took office, this pattern has repeated again and again. The promise to safeguard kids has become a main pillar of Trump’s second term, with the administration insisting that “President Trump will always protect American children.” But, in reality, the administration’s proposed funding cuts could take away free school lunches for millions of children, their crackdown on immigration is already discouraging some kids from attending school, and their anti-abortion allies and policies have created a world where children are forced to give birth to children.

Trump has positioned himself as the leader of the “pro-life,” "pro-family" party, but his administration declared war on American children the day he stepped into office.

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weloveakechi · 14 days ago

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Goro takes in a breath as he steps away from the stage. He’s got about ten things he should be doing right now, like returning his mic (switched safely off), discussing the taping with the director, and doing something about the way his stomach grinds on itself with hunger.

Instead, he makes a beeline for the most interesting thing to pass through his orbit in as long as he can remember, stopping in front of tousled hair his fingers itch to tidy, and glasses doing their very best to shield their wearer from the world.

Goro gives the boy one of his best smiles. Not the one prepared for television but for executives and interviewers. The one he saves for when he wants someone to take a shine to him.

“I’m glad I found you, I wanted to thank you in person,” He says.

He intends to get right to the point, and extend an invitation to further debate. Instead, he finds himself slipping into the flood of thoughts he’d wanted to share while stuck on stage. There is something about his companion’s posture and attention that urges the words out. He is quiet, save for a comment here or there that only adds fuel to Goro’s intellectual fire. Yet that silence is not ignorance nor indifference, but an invitation. One Goro accepts readily.

It is enough to make him jab pointedly at the thieves themselves, his rambling ending on a hook, baited to see what he might uncover, “That’s why I believe, if a truly powerful opponent were to corner them, they would flee without a second thought.”

“They wouldn’t back down.” Even without a mic to amplify it, Kurusu’s voice is firm, words said in such a way that brokers no argument.

As if he knows Goro is speaking to the very person in question.

A giddy bubble of excitement grows in Goro’s chest. Oh he is a cheeky one. Not only had he sat in the audience and told Goro, to his face and on television, that the Thieve’s way was just, but here he is doing it again as they are face to face. The words a dare to Goro. A question.

Can you catch me?

After the previous day’s disastrous attempt to establish a relationship he had been fairly certain his plan to personally investigate the leader of the Phantom Thieves was a wash and he should just settle on spying on them instead. He had thought that this boy had the good sense to keep him at arm's length.

But the daring in his voice and eyes speaks otherwise.

A delicious chill runs down Goro’s spine. At last, he has found someone to match wits with.

“You really are intriguing, I bet you’d make for a worthwhile debate partner on the subject,” He works to keep the absolute need coursing through his veins from slipping into his voice as he presses further, “If it’s alright with you, would you continue sharing your thoughts with me?”

Only moments before Goro believed he knew everything he needed to about Akira Kurusu. His name, his record (trumped up as it obviously is), and his little gaggle of co-conspirators he calls friends. They’d been easy enough to track down between the glaringly obvious trail leading back to them, and the blond’s big mouth.

He had even seen them in the Metaverse.

Watched, almost mesmerized, as these upstarts picked their way through a bunch of shadows, their leader resplendent in black and red, face a wicked grin of delight, outshining them all.

His suspicions confirmed, Goro could have left it at that. Watched them from afar to make sure they didn’t get in his way. There was little need to attempt to insinuate himself into their leader’s life, what more did he need to learn?

But then he’d seen them yesterday, and thought that a little insurance might be good too. Having an in with this group could pan out in a number of ways, either in his favor or in simply easing the way to their destruction.

All those plots and schemes seem silly now as he faces a boy with more depth than he’d imagined. With a mind as sharp as his own.

There is a fire that flickers, hot and fierce, behind his glasses. Those gray eyes molten steel even as the teen’s posture is slouched. His dress so casual no one would suspect such a sharp intellect to be hiding beneath the layers. As if he intended to sweep by unnoticed.

Goro is not sure how anyone could ignore someone like this. He is captivating in almost every way. Starting with the secrets he keeps close to his chest and ending in the firm handshake he gives Goro as they agree to keep in contact, hand squeezing his gloved one as if to say, let’s start the game, shall we?

He returns the pressure, his own actions agreeing to the challenge. A coin slipped into the slot, a palm smacking the player one button to start the game. One he knows, at last, will be worthwhile to play.

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cirie-won-thirty-four · 4 months ago

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I fear critical media literacy is in the toilet because if all you could discern from the Trio’s night out on the white lotus is ‘See even trump supporters can be good people’ you are stupid, I’m sorry!

The ‘night out’ is about showcasing their personal battles and how it ties into the gossip sessions they had about each other! (Jacklyn - attention seeker + afraid to age, Laurie - career obsessed and so no personal life, kate - conserverturd) And btw THEY ALL LOOSE!

Jacklyn, the most obvious personal battle is she’s obsessed with eternal youth and being the centre of attention! She looses her battle because not only does she cheat, she cheats with someone she knows her friend wanted!

Laurie is career obsessed to the point where its getting in the way of her personal life! There is a scene in the episode where she’s drunk as shit and is rattling off about work while a hot man that clearly wants to hook up is like 3 feet away from her! She put up the best fight because she did let loose a bit but at the end of it, the one person that SHOULD have gone to bed with at least one of them (She clearly wanted to) ended up going to bed alone! (The cuts to her sloppily sprawled across the bed alone wasn’t just for comedy)

then we have Kate, who’s personal struggle should have been obvious but unfortunately all the disgruntled mom friends have identified with the ‘sober one while my friends are being messy’ dynamic and media analysis went right out the window! Kate is OBSESSED with respectability! Its had been her survival mechanism since moving from a liberal city to a conservative one! She is TERRIFIED of being viewed as degenerate! What you observed as ‘taking care of her friends’ at every turn is her judgement! Anything that happened that could be misconstrued as messy or embarrassing, she’d try to get away from! She would have overcome her personal struggle had she either truly let loose at the bar, or when they got back to the hotel, gone inside and let her friends have fun, even though she wasn’t interested in being a part of it, (which btw as a mom friend is what I have done countless times!)! But she sat out there in her PJs (very deliberate choice by the costume designers not to have her wear a bikini in this scene or even like regular clothing but something as covered up as a 2 piece PJ set) watching her friends get crazy in the pool with this judgy look on her face! She also failed her personal battle! She ended her night sober and self reinforcing her own beliefs of respectability!

So no! This episode was not to humanize a trump supporter, the previous reveal of her being a trump supporter was just to contextualize her behavior for this episode! Her politics SHOULD change how you view this scene, but mike white is old and doesn’t understand the death of club culture and probably thinks going out and being a little messy and actually having fun is still the norm, and so he thought he could use that backdrop to make his point!

#the white lotus season 3 #the white lotus

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Millie Bright x Reader

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AN: I’ve wanted to rewrite this for sometime since reading it back and it felt so cringey. As it’s about a neurodivergent reader I felt like it could and should be better. It’s mostly Part 1 that’s changed the most but I felt like it should have it’s own post rather than editing the old 3 parter, so I hope you enjoy. It’s been a nice way to ease myself back into writing too.

A ping rang from your pocket up to your ears letting you know you had a new message, hearing the sound your heart started beating faster. You had desperately been waiting for updates from your friend who had won the chance to be at Chelsea women’s open training session and was hoping he’d get something signed from Millie Bright for you. Millie is your favourite footballer but she has been out with a knee injury for months - hardly spotted at games or training as if she’s gone into hiding, but opening the photo from your friend filled your heart with joy seeing the blonde huddled with her friends. She wasn’t in her training kit but seeing her there kept your hopes alive that you’d have something signed in your hands by tomorrow. Your friend had asked you to come with him but you already had tickets for the England game tonight that was at the other side on London which made it impossible to be at both. You had hoped that if she wasn’t at Kingsmeadow she may had turned up to support her England teammates but the photo on the 6 inch screen proved she wasn’t coming. “She seems really rude (y/n/n), why do you like her? She’s not talking to anyone!” the next text came through, shattering your daydreams of finally having her autograph. “I don’t care, I love her! Pleeeease try!” you begged with lots of prayer emojis, keeping your fingers and toes crossed that he’d come up trumps.

“Here, it’s the last one” your best friend Mack broke your concentration from the text exchange as he sat down next to you, placing a hotdog on your plate. His mum was cooking a BBQ for your friend group before you left to go to the stadium which was conveniently around the corner from their house. Perching on the doorstep with him and watching the fans trickle towards the stadium you munched happily on the mounds of food piled up on your plate. Mack’s mum always goes above and beyond when it comes to gatherings, you had been eating BBQ food for hours yet your plate never seemed to be empty. She was the type of person who always left her front door open, her house was always filled to the brim with school friends, then uni friends and work friends. New Years Eve parties every year, Miss Gloria really knew how to throw a banging party! You and Mack threw some memories around while watching his mum pile more sausages onto your other friend’s plates, chuckling as you remembered her flinging you across the lounge to dance with her after she saw you sitting alone when you were younger.

The click of the front gate in the near distance drew your attention to the garden path where a very familiar blonde was approaching the house. Watching in awe as she approached Mack’s mum over the BBQ you rubbed your eyes to see if you were hallucinating. “Millie!” she loudly exclaimed, “I thought you weren’t coming anymore!”, looking to Mack beside you for reassurance that you weren’t going mad who had already upped and left, running over to see her. ‘What, the..?’ muttering to yourself in disbelief you heard them all chattering in the distance but didn’t notice her approaching you a little while later. You were spaced out staring into the distance trying to muster up the courage to talk to her when suddenly she was in front of you. “I’m assuming you’re (y/n)?” she snapped, breaking you out of your spiralled thinking. “Uhh.. yeah?” you replied, not knowing what to think of her standoffish behaviour, she always seemed so upbeat and happy that you just didn’t imagine her being as rude as your friend said earlier. Mack came running over saying his mum was out of food, glancing at the mound on your plate you offered it over. “I-I’m definitely not going t-to eat all of this” you stammered, still in awe that your idol was in front of you but confused with the interaction as you passed your plate over. She took it with not even a thanks and sat down beside you on the door step, beginning to eat like she hadn’t had food for months. “Ketchup?” offering the bottle that was next to you to try break the awkward silence that only amplified her chomping sounds. You felt the mood lift a little when she squeezed the bottle too hard it splashed over her plate in a massive gloop, waiting for her to chuckle at herself so you felt able to too. Squirming in her seat trying not to get it on her clothes, her knee grazed yours, “hey, hows the injury?” you asked trying your hardest to make small talk, “I’m not allowed to say” she responded bluntly, plunging the interaction into dead silence again. Rolling your eyes you let out a desperate sigh, disappointed with how the day went from hopefully getting her autograph to being totally disappointed with actually meeting her.

Glancing at your watch you called out to your friends that you should probably be leaving for the stadium soon, you were met with agreement from all of them as you gathered up the plates to wash up. When you collected Millie’s she asked why you had to leave so soon because kick off wasn’t for another hour. “I just like to know I’m on time” you replied, taking her plate to the kitchen as she followed asking more questions. “The stadium is only around the corner, you don’t need to leave that early” her statement sharp and slightly condescending. Your friends knew your autistic and adhd traits came out the most when you had a timed thing to do – like football. You liked to be there early so you could find your seats without the overwhelming amount of people staring at you arriving. You found comfort knowing you wouldn’t have to tell people they were in your seats and that you could relax knowing you were in the right place. You’d never been to this stadium before and new places trigger your anxiety. You couldn’t tell Millie that though, with the mood she’s in she probably wouldn’t listen anyway. “I just get anxious” you told her honestly, “well don’t worry about it, it’s just football” her tone now throughroughly irritating you. “Wow thanks, I’m cured” rolling your eyes at her ignorance you washed the last plate, expecting her to pick up a tea towel but she didn’t; truly cementing your feelings about the woman – rude and obnoxious! Maybe your friend was right!

45 minutes passed before you actually left leaving 15 minutes to get in and find your seats, you were now an anxious mess and on the brink of a meltdown. Millie lead your friends down an ally to a gate you hadn’t seen when you studied the stadium map online yesterday, falling behind as you rushed to find the tickets on your phone and missing the email containing them. “I can’t find the tickets” you said in quiet panic but realising no-one heard you made you become even more flustered, “guys, slow down! I can’t find the tickets!” you pleaded with everyone to help. Millie turned around and looked at you in a way that you could tell she was annoyed, “you’re with me you don’t need tickets, put your phone away!” she shouted but didn’t stop walking. Looking at Mack in desperation he shrugged but didn’t say anything. You’d never felt more like an outcast to your friends, they all knew your triggers and signs you were getting overwhelmed but it seems Millie’s presence made everyone forget them. You were so looking forward to this game but now you just wanted to leave and go home, everything was going wrong and it was nothing like you had planned for weeks. Millie handed over her pass to the steward as Mack watched you still frantically trying to find the tickets you bought a month earlier, clicking the lock button he gestured for you to put your phone away with no explanation. “5 yeah? All good” the steward said in a bored and tired tone. You didn’t have a clue what was happening but Mack linked his arm in yours and shuffled you inside to seats that weren’t the ones you had carefully chosen when booking them. To be fair, they were really good seats just above the dugouts but you couldn’t help feeling on edge knowing these weren’t your booked ones and panicked someone was going to tell you to move at any moment. Millie sat down next to you with her huge England puffer jacket encroaching on your personal space, hearing every squeak of the fabric against the chair and rustling against your body, you had never felt more uncomfortable.

Noticing you were stimming – tapping your foot making your leg shake and fiddling with your thumb ring, Millie placed a hand heavily onto your thigh making your leg stop shaking instantly. This meant that your anxious energy couldn’t be released and was getting blocked up inside you. “What’s wrong?” she asked sounding genuinely concerned, moving her hood so you could see her face. “Nothing” shaking your head violently trying to stop her from asking anymore questions. You were trying so hard not to have a meltdown and anymore questions might push the tears you were trying desperately to hide out of your eyes, you really didn’t want her to witness this. You’d looked up to the defender since you were younger and you thought meeting her would be a dream but today has been nothing short of a nightmare. She’d hit all your triggers without even realising you had any and you were really struggling to hide your contempt. “Just tell me” she said forcefully. Staring out at the pitch you thought deeply about what you wanted to say but it all came blurting out like a car crash of words leaving your mouth. “I’m autistic and have ADHD, I’ve never been to this stadium before so looked up all the maps of how to get here and where our seats were, I like to be early so I know I’m in the right place, you took us a different way and sat me in a different seat, I always sit on the aisle so I don’t feel trapped, the Lionesses are my special interest, I didn’t get to watch the warm ups or feel the atmosphere before the game, I hate being late and your jacket is so noisy it’s making me want to throw something at you!” Your words left your mouth in one extremely long sentence barely making time to breath, your monotone voice wasn’t raised just sad nothing had turned out like you’d planned. You took a breath and let out a long sigh, feeling a slight release of letting it all out and finally able to look at her. “I’ve been looking forward to this day for ages then you turned up and changed everything, it’s been a lot to deal with” you finished calmly and honestly. Millie stared at you blankly like everything you had just said flew straight over her head. You couldn’t help that you felt uncomfortable, your friends knew what triggers you and could have been more understanding to all the plans changing – one change you could have dealt with but this.. this was a lot.

“Do you drink tea?” Millie asked you after a long awkward silence, nodding gently she asked how you have it then rose from her seat, re-emerging moments later with a cup in her hand. “Sit in this one” she gestured to the seat she was in before which was on an aisle then passed the cup to you; instantly feeling a little relief as the warmth spread through your fingertips to your palms. Hearing the loud zipper of her coat she took it off without any hesitation and started to put it around your shoulders. “What are you doing?” trying to shrug it off, wondering about her intentions, “trust me, it’s a like a big safety bubble, put it on” she nodded smiling for the first time today as encouragement. Feeling the warmth around your body and the weight of the coat acting like your heavy blanket at home you sunk into your new seat, your heart rate slowly returned to normal and your eyes were no longer acting like dams for your tears. “I’m really sorry (y/n), I didn’t realise” her words sounded sincere. “Why would you? I have to work very hard to appear like everyone else, to seem normal. Nobody would know unless I told them or I suddenly snapped. They’d just see me flip out over one tiny thing without recognising all of the other things that had lead me to have a meltdown” you said looking down at your cup, embarrassed with how honest and open you were being. “I get it, I really do” she smiled, taking hold of one of your hands and holding it between hers on her lap as the teams walked out onto the pitch immediately making you happy again. It’s like she had heard you, listened and understood exactly what you needed - to feel safe.

Millie held your hand throughout the entire game, stroking her thumb along yours intimitently to keep you grounded and only stopping when England scored or to top up your tea. You’re unsure how she went from standoffish and rude to caring and kind so quickly but you wish more people you told about your neurodivergence acted this way when they find out instead of looking at you weird and ignoring everything you’ve just said - despite the beginning of the day, you had a good night.

Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you, pulling it back onto your shoulders. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” you giggled nervously, still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged joking like her hands were tied. You argued back and forth at who would take the coat until you finally accepted the kind gesture, “I’m a hot bod anyway” was her winning statement which made you smirk, ‘in more ways than one’ you thought to yourself. Millie asked to walk you out but you didn’t need babysitting and suggested she go congratulate her teammates instead. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least two hours so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed, shuffling past her to try and make your exit. Millie was shocked with how long a journey you had and had assumed you lived near the stadium as you were at Mack’s earlier in the evening. You chatted until your friends were ready to leave and finally asked how she knows your friends, questioning why he has never mentioned knowing the defender before now. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grassroots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you” she said, touching your back for reassurance which you barely felt through the puffiness of the coat. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night in the end, knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with her help. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” she looked down at the ground with embarrassment. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she was babying you. Before she could reply Mack called out that they were ready to leave and interrupted your conversation. You thanked Millie again for the coat but insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying for the last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a ‘I’m so done with you’ way, “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly and batted her eyelashes over exaggeratedly, your eyes rolled and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.

On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.

“Did you get home safe?”

“It’s Millie by the way”

“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”

3 messages came through immediately one after the other.

“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.

M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”

Y - “Still babysitting are we?”

M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”

Struggling not to spit out your drink as you read the last message you stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? Settling for a funny but ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.

M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”

M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”

Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”

M - “Cheeky! 😳”

M - “Sorry again about tonight”

Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”

Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”

M - “That’s a nice thing to say”

Y - “Yeah you’re not used to saying nice things are you!”

M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”

Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”

With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake, you didn’t answer.

M - “You ignoring me now?”

Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻‍♀️”

M - “No I wanna see your face”

Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”

Your message had barely delivered when she tried to call you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering; you wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her, what you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside... It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you! She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable and incredible thoughtful. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes again as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.

“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼‍♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t actually know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?”. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she just wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.

The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still sceptical whether it was because she felt guilty for causing you to have a meltdown earlier.

“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.

M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”

Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”

Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl just does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened with as soon as you answered phone and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you teased, “me, obviously!” she giggled, anxiously waiting for an answer. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls though soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” your tone turning dramatic, playing with her. You chatted for a little while until your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.

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“Good morning beautiful 😘” was the first notification you saw when you picked your phone for the first time of the day to look at the time.

Y - “It’s been a long time since I woke up to one of those texts 🤭”

M - “I’m surprised about that”

Y - “get to know me better and maybe you won’t be lol”

M - “I’d like to, are you going to the game tonight?”

The text exchange had been non-stop since your train ride home a few days ago. You hadn’t gotten tickets for the England v Australia game tonight as the stadium looked tricky to get to and two unknown stadiums in one week was just a bit too much overstimulation for you. Millie wasn’t taking no for an answer though as she asked you to go with her and to meet at her house, she’ll drive so there’ll be no public transport involved. You said you’ll think about it but in typical Millie fashion she replied “it’s a date, be here at 7 😉” sending you a pin of her address. You didn’t reply after that, still trying to keep her guessing. Of course you’d go if it meant seeing Millie again, your head had been filled with thoughts of her since the day you met!

Pulling up on Millie’s drive and climbing out of your car, she must have been watching and patiently awaiting your arrival as her front door flew open the moment she heard the hum of an engine. “Nice coat!” she shouted from the doorway, “I’ve got my own in here” you called out to her when opening the boot of your car to look for it. “Keep it, it looks good on you” she winked, holding her arms out for a hug, kissing you on the forehead as she squeezed you tightly then held her passenger door open for you to slip in. “So..” she started after turning the radio down “I’m gonna park in the player’s car park and we’re gonna go in through the back door, they don’t show that on the map” - informing you of what’s going to happen tonight. It was admirable that she’d taken on board what you’d said last time and was trying to ensure that you would be comfortable. “I haven’t looked at the map for tonight, I trust you” turning to smile at her after clicking your seatbelt in place. For the first time in ages you’d agreed to a spontaneous plan and hadn’t researched it to an inch of it’s life. The conversations you’d had with her for hours on end made you feel safe, like you could rely on her to make sure you have a stress-free evening. “That’s probably the best compliment I’ve ever had” turning to look at you and squeezing your thigh. “Okayyy, what I’m hearing is that not a lot of people trust you so I shouldn’t?” jokingly opening the maps app on your phone. “No, stop. Obviously normal compliments are fine but being trusted feels better than say.. being called pretty or something” she shrugged. “Well you’re that too, I’ll see if I still trust ya at the end of the night” chuckling softly at the playful interaction. Both of you knew that the feelings between you were mutual and the days of pretending you didn’t were long gone.

Pulling into a space close to the England bus, Millie guided you across the car park towards the stadium, away from the hustle and bustle of thousands of fans making their way inside. As you neared closer her hand grazed against yours before locking your fingers together making your tummy do cartwheels. She flashed her lanyard and got waved inside, she lead you up the stairs and into a box, grabbing you both a tea and settling into your seats where she made sure you were on the aisle again. Eyeing up the line up together her head was almost on your shoulder as she leant over to look at your phone. The game was bleak, Millie watched you stand up and sit down every two minutes shouting support at the team, at a moment where you were sitting her hand found its way onto your thigh again “I love how into this you’re getting” she chuckled as softly as her eyes looked into yours. “I’m comfortable, I’m not like this if I’m not” shrugging at her comment. “Like the first game?” she asked, you nodded and explained how being yourself is harder when you’re uncomfortable then asked if she’s frustrated watching her team losing. “No, you watch the game but I’m studying it. Where we’re going wrong, what could have been done differently. It’s all learning. Yeah, it’s gutting but it helps us prepare for the World Cup… you carry on though, it’s cute” nudging her shoulder into yours. “My friends think I’m embarrassing” standing up again to watch a corner be taken, “I’d prefer you to be yourself” the defender’s hand grazed your back as she stood up next to you.

The evening was filled with smiley flirty glances towards each other and at half time she made her move, lifting her arm up and around your shoulders allowing you to snuggle into her. You reminded your date that the cameras would probably show her at some point but she didn’t care. This made you blush a little as you sunk further into her; with your feet up on the seats in front of you, it felt super cosy. The Lionesses came away with a loss, the first L under Sarina’s management. It was a tough pill to swallow as fan and player but you couldn’t have been prouder of the team. Losing made you appreciate women’s football, the crowd just accepted it and moved on. No arguments or swearing or violence - proud of the players regardless. Allowing the fans to trickle out of the stadium before making your exit, Millie held your hand every step of the way and once in the car park wrapped her arm around your shoulders again until you got to the car.

Her hand never left your thigh during the entire drive home and pulling up outside the house you were quick to climb out the car and wave goodbye, you desperately wanted to stay but suddenly felt awkward, what if she didn’t want to kiss you? You could never live with yourself if you were rejected. Heading towards your own car a hand clasped around your wrist, Millie was pulling you back towards her. “Can’t wait to get away from me aih?” she asked with a smirk as her forefinger stroked the hair out of your face. “No.. it’s not that..” looking down at your feet as your reply was muttered, “what is it then?” using the same finger to lift your chin so you were looking up at her. Her bright blue eyes and floppy blonde bun made you subconsciously moisten your lips as your eyes flickered between her facial features. This told Millie everything she needed to know as she moved her hand to the side of your neck and leant down to place a kiss softly upon your lips. Tiptoeing to meet her half way, her other hand held the small of your back pulling you closer into her, yours balanced on her hips as your lips entwined further. “Stay with me” escaped her mouth between kisses, your lips smiling against hers as small nods moved your head in agreement, faces still joined together until she pulled away to guide you towards the house. You’d had such a good night that you didn’t want it to end! Watching her close the door behind her you were quickly pulled back into her arms “I’ll have my coat back now” she smirked, pushing it over your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor. Kicking your shoes off she wrapped her arms around your waist and you draped yours around her neck, tiptoeing to reach her as your lips found their way together again. As she started to lift you up off the floor you broke away, “you shouldn’t be doing that!” concerned about her knee, “don’t worry about it” her voice had turned husky between kisses as you connected your legs around waist. She walked you over to the sofa, sitting down with you on top of her, hands on each others face. Pulling her bunchie out to release her wavy blonde hair made you smile more as it dropped past her shoulders. “You have a beautiful smile” she said tucking your hair behind your ears before kissing you again “I’ve been dying to do this since I met you” she whispered. You questioned her statement as she seemed so grumpy, she insisted that she was smitten the moment you shared your food with her. “That’s why I sat down next to you, I couldn’t have gone inside” she reassured you that she didn’t realise how blunt she came across, especially if you don’t know her very well. All that was blown away now as you felt her hands pull your head towards hers again, you spent the night getting to know each other’s mouths until you fell asleep on her chest. As she stroked your hair your mind filled with happy little flutters, you felt like you’d finally found your person, someone that took the time to truly understand you.

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demonicintegrity · 10 months ago

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Truly apologetic for what I did to yalls dash tonight. I genuinely did not think I would spam that much because I didn't think I'd hear something bonkers every other minute.

I think theres a couple key take aways here though:

Kamala Harris was able to circle back to what policies she wanted to enact just about every time. Where as Trump would only refute her and attack her (or Biden)

Trump would repeatedly dodge yes or no questions

When talking about Israel and Palestine, Harris brought up wanting the war to stop, wanting a ceasefire, a two state solution, and that although Israel had a right to defend itself it has gone too far and should abide by international law.

In response Trump said she hated Israel and Arabs? For some reason?

Trump kept interrupting and for some reason they kept turning on his mic when it wasn't his turn

Trump said he didn't have a plan for healthcare, he only has concepts of a plan, because he isn't president. (This was in response to the fact that he said he would do something about the ACA during his presidency)

Trump claimed Democrats wanted abortion in the seventh, eighth, ninth month as well as "execute" babies after theyre born. (He was immediately fact checked)

"She wants to do transgender operations on illegal aliens in jail"

He got mad so very often. She was clearly frustrated with him near the end

He said that crime was on the rise and the reason the FBI says its going down is because the FBI is fraudulent. He also said migrants were eating our pets.

In general, I knew Trump was a bad politician and bad speaker before this but holy shit. I've never sat down and watched him speak for an extended amount of time.

"Lesser of two evils" "No perfect candidate" yadda yadda yadda, the difference between them is night and fucking day. And the difference comes down to intent and competency. There is no excuse for anyone to vote for Trump after that embarrassment of a debate he tried to do.

#us politics #2024 presidential debate

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claratompson · 5 months ago

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Headcanon Major Dieter Hellstrom 3

The honeymoon. At 11: 00, you and Dieter were already on the train to Stuttgart.

Since he didn't have many opportunities to make your honeymoon last longer, you decided to spend at least a week together after the wedding. Through the train window, you looked out at green landscapes that sometimes gave way to wheat fields. It was very beautiful. Now, your husband was sitting next to you, reading a book and holding your hand, occasionally kissing it.

You were still recovering from the wedding. It all happened so fast. You were married now.

You tried to mentally adjust to this status.

It was a 10-hour drive to Stuttgart, so you had to keep yourself busy.

Dieter pulled a pack of cards from the pocket of his leather raincoat and sat down across from you, explaining the rules of the game.

"So, Frau Hellstrom, listen carefully. Before we start playing, one of the cards is placed on the deck perpendicular to the picture up, the suit of this card is trump. The player who has the smallest numbered trump card in his hand starts the attack. The defender must respond with a higher numbered card of the same suit, or with a trump card that we receive before the game starts. Understand, meine Liebe?"

"Yes, my general," you replied playfully.

Dieter smiled and continued to explain, " If you can't fight back, you take all the cards off the table, and you also lose the right to attack in the next round. The first player left with no cards wins, provided that there are no cards left in the deck.

"What are we playing for, Ger Hellstrom? What will the winner get, and what should the loser do?" you asked with interest.

"Very good question, meine Frau. Since I haven't given you a wedding present yet, it's fair to gamble on it. So if you win, you'll get a gift, and if you lose, you'll fulfill my every wish, " the major concluded slyly.

"And what do I get if I win?" Dieter asked.

"It's a secret, Major. You'll have to win to find out. you replied coquettishly.

"You are intriguing, Fraulein Francis. Who did you learn that from?" he asked, grinning.

"I'm a frau now, don't forget yourself, Major."

"Frau to the others, and Fraulein to me," Dieter said before kissing you.

You kissed him back, and a second later you pulled away, sitting back in your seat.

Dieter shuffled the cards, placed the trump card under the deck of cards, and dealt the card to you and himself.

The first two rounds were more like training sessions for you, so their results didn't count.

The next games were already decisive. You were already in the game, and you could tell you were getting used to it. It was a lot of fun to watch the look on your husband's face when he had nothing to beat off the cards with and had to take all the cards for himself. In the end, Dieter lost. Moreover, he had lost as many as three times.

You clapped your hands happily: "I won. Tell me honestly, did you give in to me?"

"I always play fair at cards, so. Since you won, then this is for you.. " he said, pulling out a small brown box from his bag.

Dieter sat down next to you and gave you the box: "This is for you, meine Liebe. I hope you like it. "

You took the box from his hand and opened it to see gold drop earrings with a white stone inside: "They're amazing, Dieter. Probably awfully expensive… You shouldn't have."

The man interrupted, "No, I should have. Frances, it's time to get used to the idea that you are doomed to endure my love for you all your life. And all my gifts are just a small way to express it."

You smiled sheepishly and said, "Thank you, they're great. "

Dieter: "Do you want to try them on?"

You happily nodded your head in agreement and, putting the box on the table, took out a small mirror, and began to put on the earrings.

"They are really wonderful Dieter, thank you dear." - you answered, admiring them in the mirror.

After that, you went up to your spouse, hugging him by the neck, looking at him guiltily, saying:

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a wedding present for you."

Dieter smiled gently and stroked your cheek, saying: "It doesn't matter, Meine Liebe."

You said, " No, it does. No wedding night, no wedding present."

Dieter: "There is no better gift for me than knowing that you are happy and love me, Frances. "

You smiled and hugged him tightly, whispering, "I love you."

Your husband pulled back to cup your face and kiss you gently on the lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, returning the kiss. You were young, in love, and married.

You were so carried away that only after 2 minutes of unrestrained knocking on the door of your compartment, you were distracted from a kiss.

The major said with undisguised exasperation: "Was ist schon wieder los? Herein! ("What's up again? Enter!")

The door opened and a tall, blond German soldier entered: "Stubmannführer Hellstrom, es tut mir leid, dass Sie sich Sorgen gemacht haben, aber Sie werden von Standartführer Stanferdt zum Telefon gebeten." (Stumbannfuhrer Hellstrom, sorry to bother you, but Standartfuhrer Stanferdt wants you on the phone.")

Dieter: "Kann das nicht warten? Ich bin beschäftigt. " ("It can't wait? I'm busy.")

The soldier replied: "Das ist dringend ein Stammmannführer. Er kann nicht warten." ("This is urgent Stumbannfuhrer. He can't wait")

The Major swore irritably,"Der Fluch!" ("Damn!")

You patted his shoulders and said: "Go on your way. I'll wait."

Dieter softened under your touch and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, Liebste, this is an urgent call."

""Don't apologize, love, go. In the meantime, I'll take a walk on the train, find a compartment restaurant where we can have lunch when you're free." - you suggested it.

He kissed you on the cheek and finally said: "I'll be joining you soon, my love."

After Dieter left the compartment, you picked up your clutch and left the compartment, walking slowly ahead of the train. When you got to the dining car, you took a seat, and then the waiter came up to you, asking: "Hello Fraulein, are you alone or is there someone to join you?"

You were about to say that your husband would join you, but you were interrupted:

"Yes, I am. "

A German sergeant, tall with dark hair and a mustache, who smelled a little of alcohol, but remained cool and sober, when he addressed you:" Good afternoon, Fraulein. Let me introduce myself, Oberfeldwebel Hartmann. "

You didn't even have time to say a word or move when he sat down next to you, and then turned to the waiter, saying:"Bring me and Fraulein wine."

The young man nodded his head in agreement and went to get some wine.

Petty Officer Hartmann looked at you with a dirty look: "Why is such a beautiful Fraulein traveling alone?"

Your heart sank in fear, but you answered: "I'm not alone at all, but with my husband."

But your status didn't seem to frighten him too much: "And where is he?"

"He'll be joining me very soon," you said with undisguised excitement in your voice.

The Oberfeldwebel put his hand on your knee, which made you flinch and slap him across the cheek.

He glared at you: "You whore! How dare you?"

"Oberfeldwebel Hartmann, what are you doing?" your husband's voice was cold and angry.

The frightened sergeant immediately stood up in front of your husband: "Stumbannfuhrer Hellstrom, I …"

You immediately got up from the table and hid behind your husband. You've never seen Dieter so angry, even when he was a little scared.

"How dare you molest my wife? Ein abscheulicher Bastard! Du wagst es immer noch, sie eine Hure zu nennen!" ("Filthy bastard! Still dared to call my wife a whore!) - Dieter swore, almost shouting, literally raging with anger.

The sergeant was already blue with fear: "Stumbannfuhrer Hel.."

Dieter: "Schweigen! (Be silent!). You Hartmann don't seem to have been taught good manners for a long time, but a bullet from my Walter will remind you of how to behave."

You went up to him, putting your arm around his shoulder and whispering in his ear: "Don't, my love, please."

"My dear, this impudent pig believes that he has the right to behave as he wants and be unpunished. I have to teach him a lesson for how he dared to offend you. " he said, holding back his anger.

"Please, Meine Liebe, don't waste bullets on this poor man."you said, squeezing his hand.

Dieter softened his gaze as he looked at you, then said to the Oberfeldwebel, " You're lucky that my wife has a good heart, Hartmann. Make your apologies, and then get out of my sight. If I see such behavior on your part again, I will personally shoot you."

Hartmann bowed in front of you with undisguised fear in his voice: "I'm sorry, Frau Hellstrom."

You didn't even look at him. When the sergeant was gone, Dieter turned to you and put his arm around your shoulders and said, " Meine Liebe, do you still want to stay here?"

"No, let's go back to the compartment." you said softly.

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When you returned to your compartment, you hugged your husband tightly: "I'm sorry, I should have stayed here and waited for you."

"What are you talking about? You have nothing to apologize for, my love. This pathetic sergeant dared to disturb the peace and insult my wife. And if you hadn't stopped me, I would have shot him. No one has the right to insult my wife, do you hear me?" - stroking your back, he said softly.

"Yes, dear." You answered in agreement.

Dieter kissed you on the forehead and said: "I'll give the order the lunch served in the compartment, okay?"

You nodded in agreement, and kissed him on the mouth before letting go.

#dieter hellstrom #inglorious basterds #major dieter hellstrom #my art 2025 #ofc #august diehl

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