#and then when he watches the dancers after training; there is one that shines so brightly | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

lovelyhan · 2 years ago

Note

Hii!! minghao + "oh really?" / "yes, really." / "lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart." from the prompts enemies to lovers? :D

— rush hour ⟢

pairing: minghao x reader

summary: you used to be good friends with the newest dancer in your agency, but your competitiveness gets the better of you when he overtakes your spot as the top performer of the month—for three straight months.

word count: 6.7k words

tags: enemies to lovers, dancer au? unresolved sexual tension, smut

warnings: promiscuous behavior in public, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)

notes: this . got really REALLY long :D like long enough to have its own header and everything LOL it probably helps that hao has been clawing his way back into my bias line these days, so the brain rot kinda just spilled out,, anyway, thank you sm for sending this in!! i hope you like it :3c

smut tags: porn with some plot ig, public sex, vaginal fingering, exhibitionism, hao is kinky as fuck, dirty talk, degradation

svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex

minghao taglist: @zeenanigans - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx

Saying that you hate Xu Minghao is a bit of an overstatement.

After all, you were the one assigned to show him the ropes when he was accepted into the agency. While you’re no professional mentor, you like to think he was able to rely on you during those first few weeks. He’s been in Seoul for a better part of two years, and although his Korean can already pass as a native’s, you knew he still struggled every now and again. It’s a good thing that verbal communication isn’t direly needed in your line of work.

Minghao was an excellent dancer—one of the best you’ve seen with your own eyes. You once took pride in having a budding prodigy like him as an understudy. Whatever steps or routines you’d ask him to try out and make his own, not only will he deliver, but he’ll blow your expectations out of the water while he’s at it, too.

It doesn’t help that he knows his own body well enough to channel each movement with passion that makes him look alluring to everyone who dares to watch any of his performances. Minghao isn’t vain or conceited or anything like that, but he’s completely aware of how attractive he is, and that’s a trait that’s further amplified by his dancing.

You suppose the funniest part about this senior-junior relationship you have with him is how he always asks for your input about his routines. Even if Minghao has long proved that he doesn’t even need a pseudo-mentor like you, he still takes the time to hear out whatever you have to say—eager eyes always shining every time you indulge him with an answer.

Another thing that inevitably brought the two of you closer is the fact that you both take the same train and get off at the same station. Your apartment is in a different neighborhood from his, but you find comfort in the newfound company you’ve been given since Minghao’s arrival. Though he doesn’t talk much outside discussions about work and other dance-related topics, having someone familiar to sit right next to you on the train is more than enough to quell the day’s fatigue.

Your other colleagues sometimes voice out their envious comments jokingly—saying that you’re extremely lucky to have such a hot guy as constant company. Almost always, you respond with a vigorous shake of your head before insisting that things between you and Minghao aren’t at all like that. Besides, you know better than to nurse a romantic relationship between your colleagues. You wouldn’t even let yourself have a crush on any of them.

What they don’t know, however, is that on very rare occasions when your body feels just a little too heated, and your sheets a few threads too thick, it’s Minghao that flits into your mind as your hesitant fingers reach between your thighs.

You touch yourself to the thought of him taking you in one of the dance studios. Specifically, in front of the full-stretch mirrors as he fucks you from behind. You imagine him whispering how good you are for him, how you’re taking his cock so, so well.

Subverting the mere image of the kind man who constantly seeks your validation for his performance has you creaming on your own fingers within minutes, and if you weren’t such a terrible person, you would’ve felt bad for thinking about him in such an obscene light.

Then again, what Minghao doesn’t know won’t kill him.

His first month in the agency comes and goes like the changing seasons. Next thing you know, it’s time for monthly evaluations again.

While others would usually dread these assessments, you looked forward to them. You know that they’re less a measure of talent, and more a measure of hard work. Sure, talent could be one of the main driving factors of getting a high score, but you know better than anyone else that talent is nothing if you don’t work hard enough to cultivate it.

That’s the kind of mindset that always landed you in the top of the rankings for every monthly evaluation.

And it’s the same mindset that puts you immediately beneath Minghao.

The agency is always prompt with the release of the results. They’d post the typewritten scores next to the dancers’ names in the bulletin board at the ground floor cafeteria for everyone to see two days after the monthly evaluation.

It was a bit of a challenge to squeeze past the other dancers to get a good look at this month’s results—the crowd being more chatty than usual. Your closer friends insisted that you’d be number one as usual, and that you didn’t have to check at all.

Part of you wants to believe them, but the unsettling feeling that pools in the pit of your stomach doesn’t let you become complacent. It doesn’t help that everyone around you seems like they’re sneaking glances your way—only to look away when you try to catch their gaze.

When you finally make it to the front of the board, you notice that Minghao is already there—already dressed to kill for today’s sets and routines. His black hair is still damp like he just got out of the shower and rushed straight to work, eyes glued to the bulletin board. You would’ve let your gaze linger a bit longer on his gorgeous face, had it not been for the surprise that awaits you on that single sheet of paper plastered right in front of you.

1. Xu Minghao — 100 points

Your vision tunnels in, white noise ringing in your ears.

You could vaguely make out the characters of your name just below Minghao’s, and just a few points from a perfect score. But you didn’t care about that. All you could focus on was the fact that you’ve been kicked out of a spot that’s been yours for as long as you can remember.

No wonder the others were buzzing amongst themselves, flashing you brief looks before whispering their thoughts on the matter to the nearest willing ear. Not a single soul has ever garnered a hundred fucking points from monthly evaluations. The evaluators cut no corners when it came to assessing their dancers’ level of skill and technique, and seeing how they deigned to give Minghao, a complete newbie, a perfect goddamned score—

“Congratulations, bro!”

“Minghao, you’re a fucking beast! How long did you even practice?”

“That’s so cool. No one’s ever gotten a perfect hundred before.”

“You’ve gotta tell us the secret, please!”

Like a bunch of bees, the collective of dancers start to crowd Minghao—giving him congratulatory gestures and greetings alike. Your understudy simply gazes at them as if in a daze, but ever-so slowly, a smile cracks through his typically stoic demeanor.

“Uh, thank you…?”

He’s whisked away to the cafeteria before you can blink, and you can only watch in shocked desolation as they all usher themselves away from the board.

Away from you.

You don’t miss the way Minghao tries to catch your gaze in the midst of it all, the smile he showcased for everyone to see falling the moment he realized you’re still rooted in place. Yet he doesn’t try to break free from the crowd, nor does he attempt to call your name out loud.

Not that you have any plans on answering if he did.

It’s only after today’s session has concluded that Minghao manages to pull you to the side for a conversation. You’re already halfway out of the building when he catches you, and you can tell that the sheer euphoria of knowing you came out on top is still humming in his veins.

It pisses you off.

“Thank you,” he says simply.

“For what?” You try not to sound too gruff, but the pensiveness in your voice comes out anyway. “Letting you take my spot?”

Minghao’s grin dips into a grimace—mirroring his expression from earlier. “What? I meant to say thank you for showing me the ropes. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have—hey!”

You’re probably being immature. No, you’re definitely being immature. Instead of accepting Minghao’s gratitude like a normal fucking person, you continue brisk-walking to the building’s entrance without letting him finish. Of course, he chases after you, asking if he did anything wrong or if you’re simply in a bad mood or both.

You don’t answer him even when he continues pestering you on the way to the train station, and he doesn’t stop despite the lack of responses from your end. It’s beginning to get on your nerves, too, because he was never this goddamn pushy during all those times you went home together. What’s stopping him from being the quiet companion he’s always been?

“Can you just shut the fuck up, Hao?” you end up snapping at him when you finally get off at your shared station—earning yourself a bunch of questioning looks from nearby commuters. “You don’t have to fucking rub it in anymore than you have. I already know the results, okay?!”

“Rubbing what in?” he asks, exasperated. “I’m just asking you what’s wrong because you don’t normally act this way. Is it so bad for me to worry about my friend?”

“Friend?” you echo mirthlessly. “No fucking friend of mine takes away what belongs to me.”

This time, when you storm off, Minghao doesn’t follow you.

Fortunately, that all happened on a Friday. It takes you the entire weekend after that heated encounter at the train station to realize that maybe you went a little overboard with what you said to Minghao.

As you replay your conversation in your head, you’re filled with a crippling sense of embarrassment. The top spot for monthly evaluations belongs only to the best—you know this better than anyone else. The only reason that the evaluators deemed you as a second placer is because Minghao is that proficient in his dancing.

You’re one of the people who was able to watch him closest. You’ve seen the work he put into practice firsthand. You even called him a prodigy.

So why did you make a fool out of yourself by having a meltdown at the fact that you got beaten by someone who obviously worked harder than you did?

Hard work beats talent any day. But Minghao has both honed to perfection.

If you’re going to reclaim your rightful spot on the top, crying about it is the last thing you should do. You’re going to have to put in double the effort to call yourself worthy.

As expected, Minghao has started to distance himself from you after that spat. You don’t blame him. As much as you wanted to apologize for your behavior that night, you wouldn’t want to remain friends with a sore loser if you were in his shoes.

But as his second month in the agency breezes past, you notice that, not only has he distanced himself, but he’s become somewhat…hostile.

He treats everyone else the same way since he came in—stoically with a few words of affirmation here and there. You, though? It’s almost like he’s forgotten all about the time you were assigned to look after him. There’s always this cockiness lingering in his eyes that grates at your nerves more than you thought it would. He’d throw you haughty glances whenever he catches you flubbing some parts of the choreography from the corner of his eye.

The worst part is that Minghao is more vocal now compared to when he first came in—not seeing any problem with pointing out how you’re starting to slack off during practice.

“How are you expecting yourself to take back the crown when you’re already breathless after such a simple routine?” he gloats when he catches you lingering by the water fountain, lips curved into a smirk.

You glare at him while you take a sip from your water bottle. “Fuck you. I’ve been rehearsing all fucking day. Who wouldn’t be tired?”

“People who rank first in monthly evals,” he says boredly. “Oh, but you wouldn’t know about that, now would you? At least, not anymore.”

You’re so fucking close to tearing his face off with your own fingernails that you’re slightly grateful that Minghao gets called back onto the dancefloor to polish his group’s routine. Minghao’s constitution changes in a flash—that arrogant look he reserves for you alone making way for his usual aloof expression while he makes his way back.

He always looks cool and amicable to others, but when no one’s looking he makes sure you catch the patronizing tilt of his lips whenever he pulls off some high level choreography with zero mistakes. As if to remind you that you’re never going to take back what he stole from you. Not in a million years.

Okay. Maybe you do hate Xu Minghao.

You hate him a fucking lot.

…

Minghao proves that the results he reaped from his first month in the agency are no fluke.

For three consecutive months, you’re forced to stand in front of the cafeteria’s bulletin board with his name plastered on the very top. If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve thought that the evaluators were only editing the month indicated on top of the sheet with how stagnant the results always are.

The agency’s rising star consistently comes out on top with little to no effort, while you’re desperately clawing your way back to glory at second place.

You didn’t know what the fucking deal was. You worked your ass off twenty four-seven. Even if you weren’t in the studio, you made sure to study all sorts of routines and choreographies so your body would remember the movements deep into your bones.

But then you remember that even if hard work beats talent, you can never beat a man who has both at his disposal.

You’re at your wits’ end at this point—so close to giving up on the title you thought would always belong to you. Your evasive behavior did you no favors in maintaining a good reputation among your colleagues either. If you listened to their hushed conversations closely enough, you’d catch them saying how pathetic you’re being. Ostracizing yourself all because you’re insecure that your understudy became your adversary.

The only reason you hate what they’re saying about you behind your back is because all of it is true.

Your usual group of friends doesn’t sit with you at your usual table at the cafeteria anymore, but you don’t really mind that—learning this late into your career that silence can be more beneficial than it seems. But every time you see Minghao laughing at a joke told by one of your colleagues, you can’t help but feel that familiar bite of resentment you’ve come to associate with everything he does.

If only he didn’t overtake you during his first goddamn month here. If only he wasn’t the one assigned to be your understudy. Maybe the blow to your pride wouldn’t have been this bad. Maybe you wouldn’t be licking your wounds in your loneliness.

Maybe you wouldn’t have lost a friend you actually liked having around.

…

With an upcoming dance competition, it’s no surprise that the dancers at your agency often stay behind to polish their performances to perfection. Usually, practices would adjourn hours before the sun even sets, but these days, you find yourself exiting the building no earlier than nine PM.

The excessive practice time has been taking a toll on you—this much you know. Your muscles have been sore for days, and no amount of painkillers and Salonpas can easily cure your affliction right away. So for tonight, you decide to take it easy—packing up once the clock hits six o’clock. The last thing you want is to accidentally pull something you shouldn’t, thus rendering your participation in the competition null and void.

But as you walk towards the train station, you realize that perhaps staying later was a smarter move after all. All around you, commuters of all ages and walks of life brush past you in their haste—the need to arrive home as soon as possible like a cloud on everybody’s heads. The closer you got to the station, the more it dawned on you.

It’s fucking rush hour.

You’ve always avoided going home during this time for two reasons. The first is the influx of commuters that’s literally and figuratively too suffocating to deal with, especially when your physical constitution isn’t in the best shape.

The second is…because you noticed that, ever since your platonic breakup, Minghao has started leaving the studio at this hour. Later than your previous commutes home, but earlier than your new work-yourself-to-the-bone schedule. Sure, he’s still the biggest fucking prick to walk the earth whenever he feels like taunting you during practice, but he doesn’t seem interested in working overtime.

If you’re being completely honest, you’re over the monthly evaluation results. Honest! You’ve just come to accept that nothing is ever set in stone.

Things change all the time. Humans used to believe the earth was flat. The Athenians once thought of Plato’s bullshit as the gospel truth, and—

You dared to assume you’ll be on top of the world forever.

What happened months ago was a reality check, and slowly but surely, you’re relearning the difference between ambitious and obnoxious. It’s a humbling experience that you’re honestly grateful for happening because…if it weren’t for that harsh reminder that there’ll always be someone out there who’s better than you, then you wouldn’t strive to improve at all.

You let out a quaint sigh when you settle into the train. As expected, tonight’s commuters have filled it out to complete capacity, and you wouldn’t have caught the last available space near the doors if you hadn't sprinted like a madman. Though your aching muscles practically scream in complaint, you comfort yourself with the promise of a long soak in your bathtub the moment you get home.

The smooth tone of the announcer’s voice rings from the overhead speakers, telling all passengers to step away from the doors, as the train is about to leave. Not that any of you can help it. You’re all packed like sardines in what’s usually a pretty spacious train car if you came in just an hour earlier or later.

All of a sudden, you find yourself missing those days where you’d sit on the side where you could see the sunset breezing past the windows—listening to the stories of someone you can’t even hold a civilized conversation with anymore. But before that train of thought can progress any further, you shake your head as if the mere gesture alone can dispel your longing.

You try to press yourself back to avoid getting crushed by the automatic doors, muttering a quiet apology to the person behind you since you ended up subsequently squeezing him further into the crowd of cramped passengers. When the doors finally close, you hear him say a quick it’s okay, back at you, you’re forced to whip around in the limited space with your mouth agape.

Right behind you is Xu Minghao, looking just as distressed as you are.

He’s changed out of his usual practice clothes—having exchanged it for an oversized crewneck and sweats. His expensive headphones hang unused around his neck, and you wonder if you wouldn’t have noticed each other if only he was blasting music directly into his ears…

The urge to take back your courteous apology is strong, but you would much rather not give him any more of your energy than you already have. You’d take all his insults and badmouthing head-on in the studio, but it’s been a really long day, and you don’t have enough fire going to extend his hostility inside a crowded train in the middle of rush hour.

“Why’re you out so early?”

You can feel gooseflesh prickle the skin of your shoulders when you feel Minghao’s breath next to your ear. A glare settles between your eyes as you jolt away from him in the limited space that affords you to do so.

“Watch it, asshole. You’re way too close for comfort,” you hiss. “And the time I go home is none of your business.”

Minghao shrugs. “I dunno, you always stay late to practice. Is it so bad to be curious?”

“Yeah, because if it hasn’t occurred to you yet, I actually hate your guts, and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like we’re friends.”

He falls silent for a moment, and in the next moment the train lurches into motion—nearly catching you off balance. You’re quick to brace a hand against the door, but you startle again when you feel a large hand around your arm, touching you in a way that’s meant to steady. You spare Minghao another glance, but there’s less vitriol laced in your gaze and more confusion.

“Are we…” he whispers, gaze shied away from yours as he maintains a steady grip on your arm. Then, he gulps. “Are we not friends anymore?”

Again, you scowl.

Is he being real with you right now?

“Dude, I am completely over the monthly evaluations if you think that’s the reason I’m being the way I am with you,” you hiss. “I was going to apologize after I said all that hurtful stuff in the past. But then you went ahead and started writing your very own villain arc. So, ask yourself: were you even my friend at all, Hao?”

The sound of that nickname making its way past your lips is familiar yet foreign at the same time. During these past few months, you’ve never once called Minghao anything else but asshole, dick, jerk, self-centered punk, and other variations of those words. You don’t want to admit it, but calling him by something that’s close to an endearment makes you feel like there’s cotton sticking to the roof of your mouth.

Minghao doesn’t respond yet again, and you force yourself to face forward—leaning your head against the glass of the door so you wouldn’t have to look back at him anymore. You’re pretty sure the salaryman right next to you has been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time, but it’s not like he has any other choice given the circumstances.

You let the constant whir of the train engine lull you into a calmer disposition, heartbeat finally equalizing after everything you just shot at Minghao. That’s probably the most you’ve said to him all month, and to say that you’re not the least bit embarrassed about how you admitted wanting to apologize for a past transgression is a blatant lie.

But what’s done is done. You’re just going to have to accept the fact that the man you once thought of as a good friend; the same man who’s now the main antagonist of your life and career, is standing behind you in your rush hour commute. Just twenty minutes more, and he’ll be out of your hair soon.

Much to your delight, Minghao keeps his mouth shut until the train pulls over at the next station. The doors open with a mechanical ding, accompanied by the announcer's voice yet again. You’ve heard the monologue thousands of times, but you don’t quite hear it over the throng of passengers rushing to get off the train.

You make way for them by scooting towards the back of the car, and Minghao does the same. But instead of shuffling away from you the moment there’s more room to move around like you thought he would, he lingers closely to your form.

However, the amount of people that got off on this station is quickly replenished by a new horde of passengers—quickly filling in the space you thought would last for at least a few more stations. Once again, you find yourself slowly being squeezed closer to the corner of the car, but for some reason, Minghao wedges himself between you and the unassuming college boy whose wireless earphones are plugged in as he scrolls through his phone.

When you realize what he’s trying to do, you say, “You don’t have to protect me or anything. I’m fine on my own.”

Minghao rolls his eyes. “You obviously didn’t see how you looked like you’re about to get crushed. Just thank me and we’re good.”

A biting retort is already resting on your tongue with how passive-aggressive that response of his sounds like. What the hell is his problem? It’s not like you asked for him to shield you from the other passengers.

And yet…

“Thanks, I guess.”

You watch him visibly stiffen at your words, and you feel your heart slamming into your ribcage the moment you utter them. Did you really just thank the same man who’s been making your life at work a living hell for months?

The train starts to pick up speed again before you can answer that yourself.

You practically glare at the corner you’ve been forced into the entire trip to the next station. Minghao is right behind you, but you can’t be assed to worry about that when you’re chewing your lip out of frustration. Part of you feels relieved that you swallowed your pride and thanked him, but the part that’s been receiving the brunt of his antagonism for the past half year hisses in disagreement.

He’s an asshole. He’s a self-centered prick that uses people as stepping stones. He’s—

“...Sorry.”

You refuse to turn around. You refuse to believe that he’s actually—

“I’m sorry for being a jerk to you,” Minghao murmurs, and you feel his fingers graze your shoulder as if to emphasize the words with the sincerity of his touch. “I just… I didn’t know how to act when you lashed out at me back then. Y-You were my only friend, and I thought you’d be proud that I achieved something after working so hard for an entire month.”

You’re at a loss for words, completely stunned by the honesty in his voice. You’ve only known Minghao for a short while—been on good terms with him for even shorter—but you can always tell whenever he’s lying.

This is not one of those times.

“A…friend of mine told me that I tend to act based on how I’m treated,” he continues. “I know that doesn’t excuse how I’ve been acting around you for so long, but… I guess when I got the hint that you hated me, the only way I could cope with that is to hate you right back. Even if I really didn’t.”

No. This isn't real. You’re dreaming. This is probably a side-effect from all those late hours you’ve spent in the studio—

You let out a soft squeak when you feel him rest his forehead against the back of your head, sighing so deeply, it makes you wonder how long he’s been thinking about apologizing properly. Minghao grips your arms again, not to help maintain your balance, but more to anchor himself onto his own.

“I don’t care if everyone else in the studio looks at me like I’m some sort of god on the dancefloor,” he admits, voice so quiet, you could barely hear him. “The only person I’d want to look at me is you.”

Your breath hitches, and you’re sure he hears it.

“Can we please go back to normal again?” Minghao pleads. “I miss hearing your comments about my dances. I miss going home together.

“I miss you.”

The sincerity in his voice singes through you like a red-hot iron poker. You don’t know what to say, what to feel. All you can focus on is the stuttering breaths Minghao takes from behind you.

If you’ve ever imagined reconciling with him, this certainly isn’t the most optimal venue. But now that he’s bared his defenses, you don’t see any benefit to keeping up your own.

“I’m…sorry and I missed you, too,” you admit somewhat sheepishly, thanking the higher deities up there that he can’t see the way your blood rushes to your cheeks. “But I don’t really know how to—”

Your sentence is cut off mid-way when the train abruptly runs into a bump on the tracks, forcing Minghao’s body against yours when he momentarily loses his footing. It’s an accident, and you wouldn’t have minded since some turbulence in this part of the city isn't rare at all. But that split second where Minghao got thrown against you from the impact made you all too cognizant of how thin the material of both your skirt and his sweatpants are.

“Sorry, sorry,” Minghao sighs before bracing an arm towards one of the walls to your left. The rustle of his clothes gives rise to the scent of his cologne wafting to your nostrils—a fresh, not-too-musky aroma that makes your head spin despite.

Just your luck, the train pitches to the side and you feel Minghao’s groin brush against your ass once again. This time, you’re not strong enough to hold down the soft whimper that tumbles out of your lips, and you don’t even feel ashamed about it.

Suddenly, you remember a time from back then where you’d spend your nights getting off to the same man who’s unknowingly sparking your arousal in the unlikeliest of places. You’ve once fucked yourself to the thought of him, so what’s the use with getting embarrassed now? As long as he doesn’t know, you should be fine.

Except Minghao isn’t deaf, and he definitely picked up on that suggestive little noise you just made.

Experimentally, he lets one of his hands dip lower and lower until his fingertips brush the hem of your skirt. That sinfully short skirt that keeps riding up your thighs every time you do a rather bold move during practice. His eyes are completely trained on you even if you’re still facing the corner, and when he feels you shiver, all the blood in his system rushes down south.

“You’re into this?” Minghao chuckles, bracing his hands on your hips before sliding his growing arousal against the ridge of your ass. “My… I didn’t think mending our friendship again would go this swimmingly. How about I take you out to dinner first?”

“Hao!” you chastise him with a poisonous look, but from the way you subtly rock your hips in time with his movements, Minghao can tell that dinner is the last thing on your mind right now.

He chuckles softly, keeping one hand steady on your hip while the other dips beneath your skirt again. When his fingers immediately press down against the gusset of your underwear, Minghao has to bite down a groan because of the wet patch that’s already accumulated at the center.

“Not only did you ditch your shorts, but you’re already this wet? From a little grinding?” he hisses into your ear. “Needy fucking slut.”

You can’t help the way your pussy clenches at the harsh name he just called you. It’s all so strange. You never once reacted this way whenever he called you a bitch or anything similar, but you suppose when you’ve made amends with a friend you’ve secretly been wanting to fuck since you first laid your eyes on him, there’s no use keeping up any charades.

“Your hatred was all just an act, isn’t it?” he laughs, nudging your underwear to the side so he can get a feel of just how wet you areas you spread your legs to accommodate him. “Do you rile me up on purpose because you can’t deal with the fact that you actually want me?”

"You're delusional," you bite back.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

Another low laugh rumbles in his chest and you swear you don't get wetter with each hum of it as he presses closer to your ear. "Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

You’re about to answer him when the announcer’s voice rings from the speakers yet again, saying that the next station is approximately five minutes away. This promptly rips you out of your lustful haze as you realize you’re very much still in public, where dozens upon dozens of passengers still share the same car with the both of you. Minghao seems to pick up on your split-second realization, but doesn’t seem fazed by the idea of getting caught doing this in the presence of strangers.

“Lots of passengers are going to get off at the next station, but not a lot are going to get on like the last one,” he whispers before plunging two of his fingers into your sopping cunt without warning.

You have to physically cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from gasping out loud. When you turn to look at Minghao again, eyes ablaze with disbelief, he simply flashes you an evil smile.

“If you want to come on my fingers, do it in five minutes, whore.”

The sensation of his long, slender digits curling inside you forces you to brace yourself against your tiny little corner of that train car. Your skin prickles everywhere as Minghao grinds his half-hard cock against your backside, all while he works between your pussy lips as if he’s thought about it dozens of times before.

His digits dip in and out of your entrance like he doesn’t know what he wants to do first. Poke and prod at every inch of sensitive flesh there is or fuck you until you’re a moaning mess for everyone to see. Either way, you’re panting all while Minghao maps the expanse of your pussy with his touch alone, and every time those sinful fingers brush against your clit, you jolt in response.

“Shh,” he coos. “Don’t be too obvious, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want the entire train knowing how much of an impatient fucking slut you are—whoring all over my fingers ‘cause you can’t wait to get off the train.”

You involuntarily clench at his filthy words, begrudgingly unearthing a kink you didn��t even know you had. But at the mere mention of the other passengers, you let your eyes frantically pass over those nearby. You don’t know if they’re really preoccupied on their phones or pretending not to notice the act of indecency that’s happening right beneath their noses. The college boy that almost crushed you earlier is still banging his head to whatever song is playing on his phone, and you take that as a sign to let yourself go.

“Now that won’t do,” Minghao tuts before sliding his fingers back inside you, nudging your thighs even further apart before curling his digits just so. “How can you come in five minutes if you’re so distracted?”

“F-Fuck,” you whine as quietly as you can. “Hao, f-feels so good.”

“Yeah?” he laughs softly and your vision goes black for a moment when you feel his thumb graze your clit with just the right pressure. Just how dextrous can he be? “Then focus on my fingers, sweetheart. If you can’t come before the train arrives at the next station, maybe I’ll just go back to hating you tomorrow after all.”

You nearly choke on a moan when he starts to rub your sensitive nub in varying pressures and speeds, nearly robbing you of your ability to speak. “You’re a f-fucking asshole, you know that?”

“You’re a fucking bitch, but see where that got you now?”

It’s almost like you’re hard-wired to rebut everything he says, and you have all those months of shared antagonism to thank for it. But when Minghao crooks his fingers at a slightly different angle, your already sore legs nearly give out when his fingers hit you deep enough to make stars dance in the seams of your vision.

“Oh?” He sounds so smug, you actually want to hit him. “There it is.”

You can hardly believe it. You can barely find your own g-spot even on good days if you don’t put your back into using your toys right, yet Minghao got it in less than five minutes, inside a train full of passengers, no less?

Your brain has all but fizzled out when the pads of his fingers start to massage that sweet, sweet spot inside of you again—milking your body for all those lovely reactions you’re so willing to give to him. Minghao’s cock is an ever-present weight against your ass, but this isn’t about him. It’s about you, and how badly he wants to feel you come apart on his fingers right here, right now.

“You liked being fingered on the train, sweetheart?” Minghao rasps into your ear, relentless in his movements as tears start to line your lashes. “Like it when you supposedly hate the man that’s doing this to you? That’s made you this fucking wet?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’d let him stick his dick into you right now if he wanted, but you know that Minghao isn’t going to risk that just yet. So instead, you focus on the sensation of those skillful fingers—the same ones you’ve dreamt about a long time ago—coaxing out a high you never thought you’d achieve outside the four corners of your bedroom.

You can think about his stroke game later. Those powerful thighs as he thrusts into you. Not to mention how euphoric it would feel to come around his cock, milking him for that white-hot release until it dribbles down your thighs and he inevitably fucks it all back into you—

The stimulation of Minghao’s dexterous digits coupled with the thrill of being caught are the main players for today’s debauchery, but it’s that particular fantasy that pushes you over the edge.

One moment, you feel like you’re on top of the world again, and the next you can taste blood in your mouth with how hard you bite against your lip to muffle your moans. A gush of slick coats Minghao’s fingers as he helps you ride out of your orgasm, peppering the side of your face with butterfly kisses.

“Pretty little whore, coming in record time,” he chuckles.

You can barely just start taming your breathing when Minghao takes his fingers out of your panties—tugging your skirt down back to semi-decency before prodding those same fingers against your lips. Still dazed from the high he just let you experience, you open your mouth, lathering your tongue against each digit as the tangy taste of you fills your tastebuds.

“Good fucking girl.”

The train eases into the next station, and just as Minghao predicted, the car frees up just enough for you to get comfortably seated by the windows again. He sits right next to you the whole time—hand never straying from yours as he holds it firmly in his. For some reason, that gesture of his flusters you more than the stunt he just pulled five minutes ago.

When you both get off the vehicle, the awkwardness begins to settle in your system. You don’t know what you’re supposed to say to him after all of...that. Is there even a protocol to follow after getting finger-fucked on public transportation?

“Hey.”

You startle when Minghao breathes out while the two of you make your way out of the station. It’s the first time he’s broken the silence since arriving, and your heart pounds in anticipation of what he’s about to say next.

“I really am sorry for all the shit I said to you these past few months,” he sighs, rubbing the back of his head like he’s just as clueless about what to do as you are.

You blink up at him. “Um, yeah. You already told me, Hao.”

“I just figured it was worth repeating.”

“Giving me a mindblowing orgasm is a good enough apology on its own, you know.”

He stops walking for a moment, and you look back at him with brows raised.

“Really now?” he asks, and—there’s that smirk again. That no good smirk. “I don’t think I’ve received a ‘good enough apology’ from you yet, sweetheart.”

One glance at his sweats, and sure enough, the evidence of his own raging arousal is still up for grabs. You feel your pussy tingle at the mere thought of what’s to come once you voice out your agreement, even if your overworked muscles are begging for a break.

Oh, well. Might as well stock up on more painkillers on the way.

⟢ end notes: i really really REALLY went overboard on this one and there isn't even any piv sex in action holy fucking shit LMFAO TT to lovely user yourfavoritefreakyhan, i hope i didn't scare you off with the word count JSHFD I REALLY JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY AHAHS hao has been testing me for DAYS and it manifested in this . anyway, pls don't expect every request from my ask game to turn out this fucking long bc this rly was just a heat of the moment creation AJSDHSJHF

#svthub #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #the8 smut #minghao smut #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #lovelyhan #🎲 ask games #yourfavoritefreakyhan #🐇 500 #full length fic 📚#💭 request

3K notes · View notes

iliketangerines · 3 months ago

Note

You should Do a stripper Reader X kaui linag (idk how to spell it ;-; but make it a smut to!!

heat of the moment

a/n: not exactly a stripper, but like, you're a dancer so whatever

pairing: kuai liang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), cowboy, porn with feelings, a little angst

Kuai Liang watches you from his spot in the room, how you twirl and dance on the stage, perfect and practiced moves moving in sync with the ribbons in your hand

today was a celebration of the Mid-Autumn Festival at the Lin Kuei, dancers and warriors putting on their best shows of their own unique talents

the chefs had truly outdone themselves today, mooncakes and spring rolls and dumplings along with an assortment of different kinds of dishes filling every table

and right now, you’re up on the stage, dressed in beautiful reds and golds, moving upon the stage like a flame flickering in the wind

Kuai Liang adjusts himself in his seat, eyes focused on you, hands held together in his lap, and he watches and observes how you move

you move just like you do as a warrior, fluid but sharp in your strikes, but there’s a certain lightness to your steps when you dance, as if the world was lifted off your shoulders

he wonders if you find dance as an escape, like how he finds his training as an escape from the scrutinizing gaze of the grandmaster and the trainees

he wonders if you find him as an escape, the small moments in the hidden closets, in the dark of the night in your room, muffled sounds and heat building

it doesn’t matter right now, not when you balance precariously on one foot, the music slowly dwindling down as the orchestra flips the final page

you look him right in the eyes as you hold your pose, not a single waver or tremble in your pose as you stare directly at him, and then the music starts again

breaking eye contact with the assassin, you finish the last stretch of your routine and end it spectacularly, not that anyone expected any less

the dining hall fills with the stomping of feet and clapping hands as they cheer for your act, and you bow gracefully on the stage, breathing hard as you catch your breath

Kuai Liang cannot look away from you even as you walk off the stage and join the crowd of Lin Kuei dressed in bright reds and golds

and yet even in the crowd, you stand out, your outfit so vastly different than the others, and you seem to radiate light, like the moon in the dark night sky, shining and brighter than every star in the galaxy

he manages to tear his eyes away from you in the crowd when Bi Han stands up next to him and gives a speech about the well-being of the Lin Kuei

it was the same speech recycled year after year with slight modifications, and Kuai Liang tunes out the speech to bring his eyes back onto you

you stare right back at him, uncaring of your grandmaster addressing all of you, and slightly tilt your head as Kuai Liang retains eye contact with you

an invitation to your bed, to celebrate another successful year of the Lin Kuei, to forget about the stress about being Lin Kuei, he would never know

but he will always take your invitation because he craved you, to see you, to know you, to love you

on the other hand, he knows that he is your superior, that the relationship the two of you have was dubious at best, that he held power over you

never would Kuai Liang try and abuse it, to make you his wife or his concubine, but still, it is a rocky relationship that both you and he traverse carefully and cautiously

the speech ends, the celebration continuing, bellies becoming full, the drinks flowing freely, the moon passing high into the sky

only when Bi Han dismisses Kuai Liang does the assassin finally leave, but he heads to your room, still dressed in his ceremonial wear

he opens the door to your room, closes it behind him, lets the flame in his palm light the way to your simple bedroll in the corner of the room

sitting down on it, he folds his palms over his lap and waits patiently, closing his eyes and keeping his breathing even

footsteps pass in the hallway, of drunken warriors heading to their rooms, laughing with their friends or groaning from how much they had drinken and eaten

what feels like a lifetime passes, until finally, he hears your familiar gait wandering down the hallways and opening the door to your bedroll

Kuai Liang opens his eyes as you shut the door behind you, and he watches the pale light of the moon barely light your figure as you walk towards him

no words are exchanged as you stand before him, and he stands up to meet your gaze

your fingers softly grab onto the knots holding his ceremonial dress together, and you move slow as you unbutton each knot, eyes never meeting his, focusing on the task before you to undress him

his hands settle themselves on your hips, and he sighs at the warmth of your body underneath his palms

even though he could wield fire, you always warmed him better than he could himself, and he enjoyed when he just got to touch you, to feel you underneath his fingertips, even through the clothing you were wearing

your hands are quick, nimble, practiced as you undo the knots on his clothing and slip off the first layer

you make quick work of the other thin layers, folding them neatly and settling them on the small dresser in your room

in almost no time at all, he is undressed fully except for his underwear, and then you stop, looking at him expectantly

Kuai Liang knows what to do, and his own hands move up from your waist to unbutton and unclip every part of your costume

he wishes he could light a candle, to flick on the light so that he could fully admire every inch of skin exposed as he undresses you

but neither does he want to part from your closeness, and so he stays rooted in place, taking your clothing and folding it nicely and placing it next to his own ceremonial clothing on the dresser

you’re dressed in only one layer, but it feels like an eternity as Kuai Liang breathes out and drinks in the sight of every sliver of skin exposed on your body

and yet you stand ever so patiently in the room, eyes focused on where his fingers touch, and when he finally takes off your clothing, only left in your underwear, do you move

you place your hands on his chest, pushing him backwards to sit down and then lay back on your bed roll, and he lets you take the reins

straddling his hips, you finally lean down and kiss him, soft lips melding to his own, and Kuai Liang sighs into your mouth, the craving in his chest dwindling as he has you

no matter how many times he kissed you, in cramped closets, in the plush silk sheets of his room, in the hard bedroll of your room, he would never tire of tasting you

all the warmth he ever needed in the world was you, as long as you kept kissing him he would never need air, as long as you were with him, he would go everywhere

but you pull away to catch your own breath as you grind down onto him, and his hands settle onto your hips to hold you help move you back and forth

you let him move you back and forth ever so slightly as you kiss him, one of your hands cupping his cheek and the other on his shoulder for balance

a slow sort of heat curls up in Kuai Liang’s chest, and he hopes you feel something too whenever you kiss him, he never knew what you were thinking

especially in the dark like this, your face shrouded by the darkness of the night, one of the few rules you had put in place, you must always be in the dark whenever your agreement would come into action

but still, even if he couldn’t see you clearly, he could still feel you tremble underneath his fingers, could hear your every noise even as you stifle them, could still have you in his arms

he can feel your want start to stain his underwear, and your hips stutter in his grip as you gasp into his mouth

Kuai Liang misses your warmth immediately as you climb off him long enough to take off your underwear, and he pulls his own off too

and then you’re back on him in an instant, grinding your pussy into the length of his cock, and your thighs squeeze his waist and your hands steady themselves on his stomach as you grind

every time he has to resist moaning, biting his lip and stifling his own noises to hear yours instead, so quiet, it was just a slight bump in the night for everyone else

but for him, it was a symphony, an orchestra that rivaled the best one in the world, music that lifted him higher off the ground than any rush of adrenaline

he settles his hands back onto your hips, but he lets you control your pace, letting you control him and use him as you liked

how desperately did he want you to know how he craved you, how he loved you, but the last time he had even spoken a word other than your name, you had kicked him from your room

and so all he does is hope that when he looks at you, you know he loves you, that you feel the same warmth that he does, that you understand what he was trying to communicate

if you do understand, you never take any action on it, but Kuai Liang would wait for you for however long it took

you reach one hand towards yourself to rub at your clit, a small whimper falling from your lips, just the slightest one, and he relishes in the small sound

it’s only the sound of you panting in the room and the slight wet sound of you grinding against his cock, quiet as to not draw attention to you or Kuai Liang

he wanted everyone to know, truly he did, to make you his equal, to show everyone his adoration for you, but you never wanted it

you didn’t even allow him to kiss you anywhere else but your lips, no lingering marks on your skin, no gifts allowed to give you, nothing

even in these moments, you never allowed Kuai Liang to touch you anywhere else but your hips to help steady your balance, always on top

he couldn’t even prep you, stretch you, give you any pleasure except the one you gave yourself, and Kuai Liang wishes he knew why

why you were so secretive, so quiet, so adamant about him not leaving any single mark on you, so withdrawn from him even in moments like these

standing up on your knees, you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it once and drawing a slight grunt out of Kuai Liang before lining yourself up and slowly sinking down onto him

you slowly lower yourself until only the tip is in and then you stop, your breath hitching and your body slightly trembling on top of him in the pale moonlight

he waits, struggling to keep his grip on your hips loose and calming instead of tight and controlling, and Kuai Liang takes in a deep breath, staring up at you and waiting

slowly, your body sinks down lower and lower until your hips meet his, and you let out a barely audible moan, eyes squeezed shut and breath heavy

and still, he waits for you until you’re ready, only bucking his hips up slightly when you grind your hips down onto him

you raise up and down, wet slaps echoing in the room along with both of your breaths, only the rare whimper slipping out of you when you take a break and grind down on his pelvis slowly

Kuai Liang barely moves, letting you take your pleasure from him, and he was already teetering on the edge to just have you like this

it was a blessing and dream come true all in one, and he would never ask for more than what you gave because this truly was a privilege

after what feels like an eternity and an instant wrapped into one, your eyelids flutter shut, breath hitching and hips grinding down onto him, your pussy clenching down tightly onto his cock

Kuai Liang groans, letting his orgasm wash over him like the sun bringing light into the valley during the dawn, slow and beautiful and breathtaking

you ride your orgasm on top of him, only stopping when the both of you are spent, and then get up off him slowly, your cum and his coating his cock and dripping down the inside of your thigh

reaching into the drawer, you pull out a clean towel and clean yourself up and hand it over to Kuai Liang to clean himself up

he does so quickly and grabs the barest layer of clothing and dresses himself as you dress yourself in your sleepwear

mumbling a goodnight to you, you do not reply, letting him shut the door behind him, his ceremonial wear in his arms as he walks back to his room

Kuai Liang wonders if you feel the same as he does, wonders if you will ever, if you ever have, but whatever you felt for him, he’ll cherish the few moments he got with you

166 notes · View notes

solbaby7 · 11 months ago

Text

A Guy Who Takes His Time

pairing: azriel x burlesque!reader

warnings: nothing really, just me watching Burlesque and yet again not having any form of self-control

summary: The High Lord takes his two brothers to a Burlesque show to take in and watch the finer things in life—you.

—

String pearls.

Tassels.

Waiting staff wearing skimpy little skirts and tops that earned plenty of stares and even more tips teased into the dip of their bustier.

Liquor flowed and desire pulsed hotter than any of the dimly glowing lights hanging from the ceiling. “You’re up in five,” Tess’ voice shouts through the changing room as you shimmy your next number on.

Ten years here and still you’d never get tired of the confidence that ebbed from your form when wearing nothing but leather and diamonds, feathers and pearls, lace and miles and miles of bare skin. Someone’s touching up your makeup, probably Sean with a brush coated in a lipstick a brighter red than the blood pulsing in your veins and when the stage lights go black, you know it’s time. “Wish me luck.”

Tess swats at your ass, a playful smile on regal features. “You don’t need it.”

You take your place, the slow drag of your heels against the stage is the only sound in the whole bar and you can feel yourself shift into the persona that takes place to exude the role you’re playing. The crowd is full, every seat occupied and even then there are more filtering in, standing in the corners with drinks in their hands and eyes trained on the stage—on you.

One group catches your eye, placed smack dab in the middle of the room is a trio of men; powerful, that much is obvious even with their plainclothes on but there’s no time to ponder when the music begins and a bright light shines on you.

A two, eight count pause while the band sets the mood and you’ll never grow tired of the way the crowd shifts in their seats when you begin to sing.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

A guy who takes his time, I’ll go for anytime

Countless hours of dancing, training the moves over and over until you were ready to rip your hair out from the root when Tess kept telling you to be aware of every part of your body.

Presence.

Engagement.

Confidence.

It repeated in your brain like a mantra.

“If you let them make you believe you don’t belong on that stage—that you don’t own that stage then you don’t have any business being up there in the first place.” She’d drilled into you after applying ointment to the blisters on your feet, wrapping them in bandages thick enough that it didn’t irritate in your high heels.

Presence.

Your hands rake over your body, fingers hooking into the see through cover-up and sliding it off your shoulders. You can feel their eyes follow the clothing drop to the ground; the air charged with anticipation, wondering exactly how much you were planning on taking off while looking so pretty doing it.

I’m a fast-moving gal who likes ‘em slow

You’re eyes catch on that group in the middle, sliding over their faces while you continue your routine and while you were supposed to stay up here, you can’t help the way your body slinks off of the edge of the stage, back arching like a stretching feline.

Got no use for fancy drivin’, want to see a guy arrivin’ in low

The lights follow your every move, back-up dancers filling up the space you’d left occupied but it’s like you’d taken the stage with you—attendees twisting in their chairs, necks craning and eyes glued on you as you ease through the tables.

Engagement.

You stop by one male, dressed nicer than most and the cocky smirk he sends his group of friends makes your fingers itch to bring him down a peg. Your palm ruffles through his pristinely styled hair, painted nails tracing down his neck and you pause as cup your hand around his throat. A public display of dominance—of who really ran this fucking show and commanded the attention of everyone who’d handed over their hard-earned money just to watch you prance around in your tiny little clothes and sing just like you did at home when no one was looking. There’s a ring on his finger and you make sure to loosen up the tie around his neck, pressing a red kiss on your hand to smear over his mouth before leaving as if you’d never ever seen him.

I’d be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time

A hurry-up affair, I always give the air

The three men in the middle are even more handsome up close, you realize. The thin material of your tights brushing their knees and you see the one in the middle tense—happily taken, you conclude.

A huge part of your job was reading body language, understanding the people in your crowd without truly exchanging words and he sends you a grateful smile when you casually avoid him.

His other two friends were fair game, both with inky black hair but while ones was cropped short at the shoulder, the other; it was clear there was even more hiding in that bun at the nape of his neck. Their wings are tucked tight behind them, a silent warning not to touch without permission and you’re careful when extending your hand.

The one of the left comes to your aid without hesitation, eyes wide with awe as the alluring scent of your perfume washed over him. His hand is slightly calloused in yours as he helps you onto the table before them, lights shifting with your new position with ease and you can feel a few of the male bar staff gravitate a little closer—trained to ensure the safety of the dancers above all else.

Confidence.

Your routine continues without a hitch, moves coming to you like second nature. Exaggerated movements that didn’t seem so obvious when the rest of your body followed suit so smoothly, hips slow when you put on a show and you’re certain they’re staring at the pearl thong shoved up your ass when you bend at the hips slowly.

You could hear Tess’ voice in your head. “Balance, baby. Every naughty move has to be followed by something soft and sweet. I can’t explain it but it just adds to the allure.”

And while one friend is eager to appease you, the one on the right pretends you aren’t even there. A brow quirks—finally, a challenge.

You voice carries through the space, a picture worth painting when gently pressing a heel to his chest. It forces his gaze, hazel eyes burning as he looks at you for what seems like the first time the whole night and you try to ignore the chill that runs down your spine—like you’d met him before, known him from somewhere but you can’t quite put your finger on it and you’re certain he catches the way your eye squints down at him.

Your head shakes slightly, as if physically pulling yourself free from the feeling and the cool mask you wore when performing slid back into place when reaching for his hand. You can feel his whole body tense and he waits for you to recoil, to pull your hand back but you truly make no indication that you could even feel the misshapen scars there and it’s then when you gain his full attention.

Hazel eyes boring into yours like you were a puzzle he had to solve in five minutes or less and the clock was tick, tick, ticking away.

It surprises you; the way your body reacts to the slow drag of his palm up your thigh and you don’t stop until it’s reached the little clip at the top holding your stocking in place. His throat bobs when it flicks open with a click, sheer material pliant and loose and sliding down the length of leg you’d guided him up before but this time he does it on his own.

Everyone else seems to melt away when you stare at the way he does it, seemingly captivated by the truly bared skin and when it’s bunched at your ankles he makes gentle work of slipping off your heel, planting a kiss on the flesh toned bandage wrapped just under your big toe. The fabric falls free from your body, heel back in place and your steps are a little wobbly when you retract, Luca; one of the newer staff security subtly raising an arm to stabilize you.

Oh a guy what takes his time, I’d go for every time

A hasty job really spoils a master’s touch

It takes every bone in your body to step away, to finish your set–on stage where you were supposed to be but every step felt like you were leaving behind something you didn’t even realize you were missing. And when you finish off the final note, the lights go dark and the curtains close.

You’re rushed back to the fitting room to change for the next set and the whole time you’re shaking in anticipation, waiting for the chance to see him again but when you go to finish your final number—he’s not there.

In fact, all three of them had left, their table cleaned and another group was being ushered to sit in their place. You shun away the disappointment, silently cursing yourself at the distraction and in an instant you’re back—cool and calm.

This was your stage. You owned it and no one could ever take it from you.

Presence.

Engagement.

Confidence.

The curtains rose and the light snapped to light, focused right on you and you’re sure you did well, judging by the cheers outside when your pushed to the back room, drinks already being brought in and you’re searching for Tess but she’s nowhere to be found. “Tess?” You call out for her, rounding the corner to the dressing rooms, eyes scanning over the empty office before going to the makeup tables and you freeze. “Tess, I need help. I can never get out of this one without breaking the zipper—“

Because sitting at your spot, eyes trained on a framed picture of you and all the girls on some trip you’d taken a few years back—was him.

“You’re not, Tess.”

“No,” He answers and his voice sends a shiver up your spine.

Suddenly, it feels too quiet in here and you’re more aware of the fact that everyone is surely already changed and filtering out for food and drinks after a long night but you can’t bring yourself to tell them to wait for you. “You’re not really supposed to be back here.”

“No? Well, I spoke to woman who claims she owns this bar and she told me I could wait for you here.”

Tess.

It’s then you seem to notice the flowers, a pretty bouquet obviously hand picked from the garden that Tess’ best friend Sean liked to tend to during the day but you don’t point it out. Instead, you look at them like it’s the first time ever seeing such colors on soft petals . “Those for me?”

“They are.” He hands them over almost nervously, pinky finger twitching when your hands grazes his own.

Your eyes flutter shut when you take in their smell, comforting and familiar and everything you could’ve ever wanted. “And who am I to thank for such lovely flowers?”

He’s behind you when he answers, fingers ghosting over the zipper stuck between your shoulder blades and your heart hammers against your chest when his knuckles graze your back as the fabric split down, down, down until you were clutching it in place at your chest. “Azriel,” His name is whispered on your shoulder, breath catching in your throat at the close proximity and every bone in your body is screaming for him to touch you; somewhere, anywhere. “But for now, I’d like to just be a guy who takes things slow.” Your heart skips a beat, excitement and interest and all of the perfect crush forming feelings beginning their dance in your belly when he finishes softly. “You hungry?”

The smile he pulls from you is genuine, eyes sparkling when you look up at him. “Starved.”

“Come on—change. I know a place.”

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar x reader #acotar x you #high lord rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #cassian #cassian acotar #18+ age range #burlesque #azriel x you #azriel x reader #acotar azriel #a court of mist and fury #rhysand #azriel #batboys #copyright

863 notes · View notes

lovelyjasmari · 7 months ago

Text

Twisted Wonderland Reaction Part 17 ~ Special Edition

Hello everyone!

So…it’s been a while since I’ve made one of these. Almost 2 years to be exact. But after book 5 forever changed how I engage with twst (for better and worse), I haven’t really been up to doing reaction posts anymore. Also after book 5 I actually began focusing more on the jp server since there were many things in the official translation that I found…lacking to say the least.

But when twst jp released this mv on April fools day, I just knew I HAD to talk about it! I’m actually surprised more people aren’t. Probably the biggest thing about this mv is that in a lot of ways the narrative of book 5’s ending has changed now we have context to how NRC Tribe performed. I’ve seen a lot of posts on the bird app saying things like it makes sense now why they lost the VDC.

I will say, this is definitely NOT a perfect performance. But as a former dancer with WAY too much time on their hands, I decided to analyze this.

So for context, Ive done a mix of ballet and jazz for eleven years, from age 4 to 15. Even though I gave up going to classes, I still did para para and anime dances with my friends. And in 2017, I decided to return to dance and have been dancing consistently ever since. I’m mostly versed in ballet but I still do some jazz, hip hop and took up kpop last year. To judge this fairly, I watched the MV several times, four times per member, (do the math and feel free to judge me). And with that, here are the things that stuck out to me the most.

He is beauty, he is grace, HOW HE HELL DID HE NOT KICK EPEL IN THE FACE?!

Synchronization/symmetry

The lack of synchronization was the first thing I noticed, ESPECIALLY in the first 30 seconds. The footwork is sloppy and Deuce and Ace in particular aren't as sharp with their moves as the other five. Rook seems to be the only one doing the choreography correctly because one point at 0:25 (and again at 3:31) where he bends his knee higher than the others and thanks to those fuckass uggs standing out so much, I couldn’t unsee it. At 1:03, 1:07, 2:07, and 3:00 Ace’s form is noticeably off as well.

And this may just be a personal hangup of mine but I found lack of symmetry between the boys at 1:14 very odd. Like, I don’t know how I can describe it but the way Epel tried to take center stage during his and Vil’s duet gave me the impression that wasn’t originally in the routine. At 1:13 there’s a split second where you can actually see Vil looking down at Epel like “...wut?” I immediately thought about that moment right before they go on stage where Epel offers to take on Vil’s solo’s because he looks so weak but Vil refuses. I wonder if Epel trying to take center like that is a callback to that exchange. Unfortunately, since the boys were perfectly symmetrical for the rest of the song, it stands out as awkward all the more.

Kalim and Jamil

Lowkey, Kalim and Jamil both carried this performance after Vil. The little magic with the mic was a super nice touch and Kalim shines the most during the dance break. He seems to be having fun with it despite being in agony. What’s interesting is that after Ace and Deuce, Kalim is the most out of sync but he pulls it off well since I can tell he’s been on the stage before. Both he and Jamil are natural performers.

Vil’s movements

So, this has been something of a headcanon of mine but it seems to have been proven correct with this mv. Vil has always struck me as someone who probably has a lot of classical dance training but little training in other styles like hip-hop or jazz. His movements are very graceful and elegant but almost…too elegant? I don’t know if that makes sense but they seem very smooth for this style of choreography. And because he’s in the center the most, it stands out the most.

AND THAT FUCKING GRAND JETE!!! Absolutely flawless but it feels SO out of place here! I will give him credit though, that is one of the most difficult jumps to pull off in ballet, and the fact he did that in fucking 5-inch heels right after the most mentally and physically traumatic episode of his life, it’s beyond impressive. And the fact he landed perfectly and so seamlessly moved into his final solo is even more remarkable. Still, that was the most jarring element of this choreography and I think it would still be out of place even if this was a “perfect” performance.

Now here’s where I potentially piss people off

All in all this is a perfectly imperfect performance. Being completely objective and not taking my love for these characters into account, I honestly still don’t see how they lost. Well, I understand why but it still is fucked to me. I can understand Vil feeling like NRC Tribe didn’t perform their best since they were exhausted and hurting from dealing with his overblot. I can also understand that they were probably a lot more polished in rehearsal. But here’s the thing, for a group of amateurs, I would probably expect this quality of performance even if they hadn’t had to deal with Vil’s overblot.

First off, while the choreography is rather simple from a dancers perspective, it can be pretty complex for beginners. For one, it requires a lot of synchronization to look correct. But as a beginner, perfecting synchronization alone can take months and, in larger groups, sometimes even longer. If NRC Tribe can look like this after only ONE MONTH of training, taking into account only three out of seven of them have dance experience, that’s extremely impressive.

To give an example, last year at my dance school for our end of the year showcase, the K-pop class did a cover of TWICE's Can't Stop Me. Because our class is made up of students with varying levels of experience (some none at all), it took us the better part of eight months to learn. We had to learn everything in groups of three before we could learn and practice together. And even then, we still fucked up a lot because none of us are professionals and some of us were dancing for the first time. Look at this video and tell me if you could learn this in only ONE month. Vil, can you train me please?? XD

And that brings me to the next point, the experience of all the members. Now, in Rook’s most recent birthday vignette, he mentions learning ballet and in book 5 we see Epel and Deuce taking ballet lessons. But in ballet, as a beginner, your earliest lessons are going to be almost exclusively barre work and depending on age, you might not do center work/combinations for weeks. I’m going to assume Vil is really the only one with solid dance training with Jamil and Kalim also having the most experience just dancing in general. As for the others, they were going to need a lot more training if this was going to look more polished. ESPECIALLY Ace and Deuce.

As for having to perform right after beating OB Vil’s ass, again I was expecting to see A LOT more noticeable errors. And knowing what they all just went through honestly makes me admire this all the more. The thing is, it’s easy to be beautiful when everything is right and perfect in your world. But being able to smile even when you’re struggling and your heart is breaking is even more beautiful still. Personally, I don’t think I could perform even half as well if it were me.

It’s unfortunate that we don’t have a MV of Neige’s performance so I could do a fully fair analysis. But if we look at all the evidence, it seems to me that NRC Tribe still gave a better performance. And I think the true tragedy here isn’t even that NRC Tribe lost since I think that was always a given considering the dynamic NRC and RSA has.

The true tragedy, I think, is that Vil could be convinced that this perfectly imperfect performance was still inferior to Neige’s. But I’ll leave that for another time.

#twisted wonderland #jas reads twst #twst book 5 #twst book 5 spoilers #nrc tribe #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #jamil viper #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #rook hunt #shut up jas

58 notes · View notes

averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years ago

Text

Rooster’s Ballerina 🩰 | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Headcanon

Link to my TGM Masterlist

Rooster dating a professional ballerina would look like:

Majoring in dance at UVA, you met Rooster when he and some of his buddies decided to attend the university’s annual ballet rendition of “The Nutcracker,” their senior year because his friend was dating a dance student. You played the Sugar Plum Fairy & to be honest, Rooster was close to falling asleep until it his eyes landed on you, captivating the future pilot during your solo. Rooster could not keep his eyes off of you, leaning toward is friend to ask, “who’s she?” His friend replied, “oh that’s, Y/n L/n. She’s a junior I believe—and word on the street is the New York City Ballet Company has their eyes on her for when she graduates.” Rooster didn’t have to be a dancer to know that was a big deal, just the way his friend said it was enough to figure out the company was the best of the best. Kinda like how Top Gun was the best of the best for fighter pilots.

Your talent for the art of ballet was evident right from the moment you stepped foot in a ballet studio. So much so that your parents homeschooled you up until high school so you could dedicate all your time and energy into ballet. At one point you got the chance to audition for Juliard, but an injury to your ankle resulted in you having to miss out. Thankfully UVA had sent a scout to your hometown after your instructor emailed a bunch of universities to come see you perform when you were healed, and they offered you a full ride under their program.

After the show ended, Rooster couldn’t get you out of his mind. Even when he left to his apartment and throughout winter break, he often thought of you and the way you glided across the stage. The sparkles of your outfit shined against the light, pulling in everyone’s attention. Smile bright and eyes glowing, you were like a siren luring him in, moving so effortlessly Rooster never wanted you to stop. He could watch you dance forever.

Spring semester came around and Rooster couldn’t believe his luck when you were standing behind him in the Starbucks early one morning. Feeling bold, he whispered to the cashier, “this is to cover the lady behind me,” handing over an extra $10 bill on top of the payment for his order. The cashier gave a knowing look, Bradley moving to the side to wait for his coffee and trying (but failing) to not watch your reaction. A smirk had already made its way onto his face when you strolled up, “i don’t know if I should feel flattered or offended that you payed for my drink, Mr…..” “Bradley Bradshaw.” “Well, Bradley, care to explain why over our cups of coffee?”

Basically Rooster came clean to you saying he was the friend of your classmates boyfriend and saw you perform at the winter recital. “I’m sorry if you find it weird, but when I recognized you in line….I felt drawn to you. I just would love to get to know you better if you’d let me.” Needless to say that unintentional coffee date was the beginning of your love story with Bradley. You two were inseparable after that, falling in love each day and knowing you two were each other’s soulmate.

You attended his graduation and commission ceremonies and Bradley went to every recital/show you were in. Sometimes he’d pick you up from practice and would just watch you with absolute awe, other times he’d ask to lift you just for the hell of it. Always bringing you snacks, Bradley would scold you if you missed a meal because you were in a hurry or had a busy day and forgot. “Babydoll you gotta be fed before you train otherwise you’ll be tired quicker and feeling like crap.” You weren’t on a diet or anything so sometimes he’d bring you fast food or pick up a sandwich/salad at a grocery store just so you has some food in you.

Bradley was so supportive of you, and you were of him. A difficult time in your relationship was having to be long distance for about three years after you graduated. Bradley was finished with flight school, now an active duty naval fighter pilot which had him bouncing between bases whenever an assignment came up. You were recruited to the New York City Ballet Company, a dream of yours since beginning ballet, and was not going to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime. That meant you would be living in New York, while Bradley could end up who knows where. Thankfully his first duty station was on the east coast so he got to visit you a lot. And Rooster never missed a show—especially when you were the lead role. He was your biggest fan, giving you a standing ovation when no else would. “You were incredible, babydoll. The best ballerina out there—I’m so proud of you.”

Rooster is the type of guy who would have your picture on his desk/nightstand. The one at work is you during your performance of Swan Lake, which he loves to brag about when coworkers point it out. “Oh that’s my ballerina. She’s amazing—the best in the country.” On his nightstand is a black and white photo of you during practice up on arabesque, smiling at the camera. It’s one of his favorites and also keeps it as his screensaver.

After doing some time with the NYC Ballet Company, you wanted to be closer to Rooster, satisfied you lived your dream of dancing with the best dance company in the country, and had the honor of being the lead in Swan Lake & Gisele, while also being the Sugar Plum Fairy and Snow Queen in The Nutcracker. There were plenty of other dance companies in the country, plus you always dreamed of opening your own dance studio—but that would come once Rooster retires and you two found a place to settle.

So, after you left the NYC Ballet Company you and Rooster got married after 5 years of dating and you followed him wherever he went. When he went to San Diego for Top Gun, you found a studio where the owner allowed you to practice free of charge if you helped teach the students. Of course you agreed and it just reaffirmed your dream of opening your own studio. The kids were so amazing and you loved sharing the art of ballet with them. Many asked for you to tell stories of your time in New York & asked you to dance for them after their lessons concluded. “What’s your favorite ballet, Miss. Y/n?” “Oh that is difficult to answer. I love all of them, but my absolute favorite of all time is Swan Lake.”

After several years of traveling with Rooster, he could tell you were longing to be part of a company again. So when the orders came he was assigned to the Strike Fighter Squadron 87 at NAS Oceana, he looked to the skies and thanked whoever above because it meant you could go back to New York & he would be in Virginia again. You nearly cried when he told you, especially when he encouraged to audition again, “really? You’re sure you wont mind? I know we talked about—.” “Baby, you’ve spent your whole life wanting to dance for them—you left once to support me, now i’m going to support you. We survived doing three years of it, we can do it again and I will be at every show cheering you on.”

Rooster kept his promise. You couldn’t believe the company accepted you back again, especially after so many years had passed and you weren’t 22-24 anymore. You were now pushing early thirties—but still danced like you did in college. A lot of the younger girls and guys looked up to you, asking for advice or a second opinion on where improvement was needed. Every Friday night Rooster was leaving Virginia for New York & would stay the entire weekend. You two would always explore, go on dates, and Rooster would even sit in on your afternoon practice—-which the younger girls would get flustered much to your amusement. “Your husband is very handsome, Y/n.” “I love how he’s so supportive of you. I wish my boyfriend was like that.” “Honey, if your man isn’t supportive of you and your career, then you deserve better.”

When Rooster was selected for the 2019 Top Gun special detachment, it had only been two years since you returned to NYC. Rooster encouraged you to stay, not wanting you to leave again after you’d been selected as the Sugar Plum Fairy once again for the upcoming performance of ‘The Nutcracker’. “It’s three weeks, Y/n. Before you know it I’ll be back. They wouldn’t have called me if they didn’t think I could get the job done.” “If they’re not telling you the details right now then it’s gotta be serious, Bradley. What if—what if I never you see you again. You’re my husband dammit—I’m not gonna sit here, on the other end of the country, worried out of my mind.”

In the end he won the argument, but on the condition he kept you updated with the details of the mission. FaceTimes were every night, with Rooster telling you on day one of training that Maverick was the instructor. You’d never met the man, meeting Bradley after their falling out, but had knowledge of all their history. When he told you Phoenix was there you had a sense of relief. Natasha was someone you could trust and would tell you if Rooster was hiding something. Worry filled you at the mention of Hangman being a candidate, well aware the pilot was a ‘every man for himself.’ You never formally met him, but the stories were enough for you to not trust him to have your husbands back.

Speaking of worry, you were worried to the point of throwing up when Rooster told you he was selected for the mission after confessing it was so high-risk, the higher up’s saw it as a suicide mission. Tears were shed over the phone, Rooster promising to come back to you. “I promise, baby, im gonna come home to you. I have to so I can watch you dance—I promised you all those years ago i would never miss a show.”

When he did return home, you nearly slapped him after he told you what he did. Disobeying orders to save Maverick and getting shot down. You were furious with him. “Were you out of your mind?! You could’ve fucking died, Bradley!!! What the hell were you thinking?!” “Mav told me not to think……”

A month later it was Christmas in New York. The night of the show you were backstage in your robe with hair and makeup done when the stage assistant said, “Mrs. Bradshaw, there’s some people here for you.” Following them out, your jaw dropped at the sight of the group standing in the backstage lounge. Rooster, Maverick and a group of gentleman—including Hangman—were dressed in their Dress Blues, each holding a red rose, and Phoenix wearing a gorgeous red gown. “Oh my gosh, what is this?!” You went to Rooster’s embrace, the man kissing your cheek to not mess up your lipstick. Taking the rose, you then greeted Nat—who also had a rose.

After the mission was a success, Rooster let it skip he was married when he said, “although I survived, I feel my wife is gonna kill me when I tell her what I did.” Immediately everyone—including Mav—was like, “Hold up, you got a wife?!” That then had an hour long monologue from Rooster basically telling y’all’s love story….and making it well known you were one of the best ballerinas in the country. “Damn, Bradshaw,” some said when he showed the program of the show you headlines. “Can I have some of that game you have?” The second he mentioned you had a performance coming up the squad was like, “looks like we’re going on a road-trip to see a ballet show.”

Introducing you to the squad, Bob, Fanboy, Hangman, Coyote, and Payback each shook your hand and presented the rose. You pretty much had a bouquet at that point with all of them together. “So nice to meet the lady who captured Bradshaw’s heart,” Hangman smiled, surprising you with how genuine he was. When you looked at Bradley, his nod signified he was cool with the pilot, so you welcomed Hangman with an open mind. Mav was really excited to meet you, shaking your hand while saying, “it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, Y/n—.” You surprised the captain by pulling him into a hug, “thank you. Thank you for saving him.”

After some small talk and wishing you luck, you were called to dress and the audience was to take their seats. Rooster gave you a soft kiss, whispering, “you’re going to do amazing, baby. Good luck and dance your heart out.” Thanking him, you kissed him again and waved goodbye as the stage assistant ushered them to their seats.

Rooster wasn’t kidding when he told the squad you were one of best ballerinas in the country. You lived up to the reputation he had given you. Dancing to the music, the light bouncing off the sparkles of your outfit, they were captivated by you, just like Rooster was the first time he saw you dance. “Wow,” they all murmured during your solo. Hangman leaned into Coyote to whisper, “well there’s one thing for sure, if they have babies, they’re gonna be talented in whatever they do.”

It was deja vu for Rooster, coming full circle because once again he watched you as the Sugar Plum Fairy—only this time you were his wife and soulmate, not just the girl he admired and only knew by name. You were his ballerina.

……………..

TGM Tag list: @avaleineandafryingpan, @caitsymichelle13, @poppyalice2001

#bradley bradshaw headcanon #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw #lt bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick headcanon #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick #dancer!reader #fluff #ballerina!reader #rooster headcanon #rooster imagine #rooster x reader

608 notes · View notes

paradoxxinvader · 2 years ago

Text

DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?

PROFILES - ATTRACTION? MORE LIKE ATTRACT-SHUN !!!!

pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader

genre :: idol au, written + some smau when needed, unrequited love (just not in the way you think), strangers to something, fluff, angst, flipped one-sided love !!

synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?

YN LN (stage name : YN)

leader of ATTRACTION. needs to catch a break istg sungie keeps her on her toes. korean-australian. 1/5 of the aussie, aussie, aussie! oi, oi oi! gang. 16 years old, making her one of the youngest leaders in k-pop. is absolutely in love with nishimura riki of enhypen... like in love in love. it’s not good. loves timtams, hates sharing them. was in a pop band in australia with her best friends that was called mgk (not machine gun kelly). became friends with maki of &team through her friend, sakura. has a messed up sleep schedule. trained for a year and quarter before debuting.

played by the reader, but danielle of newjeans is used for convenience.

PAE SO-RI (stage name : PAE-RI)

eldest and main dancer of ATTRACTION. has sent COUNTLESS follow requests to lee know of stray kids on twittter but he always deletes them because he doesn’t know who she is lol (has enlisted i.n to help her but he always fails). 17 years old. is fully korean but spent some time in hong kong when she was in elementary school, and then new york in middle school, making her fluent in korean, cantonese, and english. wanted to become a kpop idol after she watched the du-du-du music video blackpink put out. was a dancer for three years, then trained for two years before debuting.

played by minji of newjeans.

CHO SUNG-EUN (stage name : SUNGIE)

the baby of ATTRACTION. has a crush on shining armor (twilight sparkle’s brother) from my little pony, but refuses to admit it. a literal child, is 15 years old. after RELENTLESS questioning from pae-ri and yn about who her crush is, she was inspired to write omg!, which led to FURTHER questioning, and when she revealed that it was shining armor, she was never shunned so quickly- this very quickly became an inside joke in the fandom after it was revealed who she wrote the song about. was a trainee at FNCE for about a year, but switched to HYBE. HATES it when people call her by her full name, only allows the members and her manager to call her by her name. trained for two years before debuting.

played by hanni of newjeans.

ATTRACTION

ATTRACTION is a 3 member girl-group comprised of YN, PAE-RI, and SUNGIE, under HYBE and BELLE. debuted in september 23, 2022, with their mini-album PHOTOREALISTIC. their fandom names are belle (plural: belles) and beau (plural: beaus).

ATTRACTION - MEMBERS ACCOUNT

THE GIRLS

TAGLIST :: @acousticking @mitsukifilms @hyem1ngyu @loveliii @ahnneyong @azngamis-blog @hanniluvi @heesitation @brahms-heelshit@mirakura @adeolalily13 @sunoozz @enwlrd @3chae @bucketofhiros @ilovewonyo @jaxavance @calijimenez @adajoemaya @judeduartwannabe @heartwonder @wonypop @dimplewonie @coalalalinha @rikimylove @jamaisunoo @sd211 @aki1e @asapia @simeonswhore @bougiesunoo @hatdugin @cass1814 @ilvsoup @nia-xxx @byhsng @soobnism @futuristicpiepsychicalmond @nuoyishi @akashisthighs @facelesswrittes @tinie03 @noiacha @mmaplepastries @curly-fr13s @sweetjaemss @lcv3lies @nikiluvs @urszn @kittyeij @jeonsy98 @sserafimez @j-wyoung @tya0 @stinkoscope @sumarchived @belovedxiao @gardenofriki @belovedxiao @jeonsy98 @tya0 @hermvse @zuyairus @belovedxiao @stinkoscope @sumarchived @belovedxiao @gardenofriki @ethereal-ari @wanna-live-yn-life @ineedaherosavemeenow @wooaheee (CLOSING SOON)

lu speaks ! :: hello everyone ~~ these should’ve been out a long time ago lol but in my defense... i didn’t have the apps. DONT BLAME ME I THOUGHT THEY WERENT AVAILABLE ON ANDROID !!! also im working on how to fix the formatting, but the issue is that you can only do that on the mobile app and i use the desktop version (it’s a long story, dont ask) but i’ll see what i can do soon ! i have sent a request to tumblr about it, so hopefully SOMETHING HAPPENS. also i know i said “taglist closing when next chapter is published” but this technically doesn’t count as a chapter, right? so the taglist is still open for those who want to join! tho i might just make a second batch after a while lol. anyways enjoy !!!!

79 notes · View notes

laundrypause · 5 months ago

Text

PT. 2 of F1 drivers as idols

Pierre Gasly: Lead rapper, Visual

Was on track to becoming a football (European) player but had an injury which led to needing surgery. It went well but when he was still unconscious from the anaesthesia, he dreamt about being performing on stage and being an idol. When he woke up, it felt like an enlightenment of some sort, as if it was a sign that that was his true calling. If that wasn't a sign enough, when he was skimming through the daily newspaper, an article about global auditions being held caught his eye and it felt like everything was falling into place right before his very eyes. The problem was the place the auditions were held at wasn't in Rouen, not even in France but in London. The train tickets didn't come cheap and he had to beg his parents before they finally relented after seeing how much it meant to him. The problem was, this all happened fairly quickly and Pierre didn't have a specific talent in mind to audition. He was put into a room with 8 other hopefuls during the audition and they all took turns showcasing their talents, Pierre's being a rap song that was at that time trending. One by one, the other auditionees were thanked and politely asked to leave the room. By the Grace of God, Pierre was the last one in the room and had made it into the next audition and consequently the trainee programme. You have potential the judges said. Pierre moved to Korea and after 4 years, he debuted at 21 with a rebellious bad boy concept with 4 other members.

Oscar Piastri: Leader, Main dancer, Lead Vocalist

Had participated in talent shows when he was younger and has been scouted by the Big 3 (SM, JYP, YG) multiple times but always ended up rejecting them becaus he wanted to focus on his studies. Never thought of being an idol as a possible, serious career for him and he was kind of set on being an architect. Then when he was competing in another dance competition as one does, a woman probably in her mid-thirties approached him to pass him a company card. He'd usually thank whoever had passed him the card and throw it into his bag, ready to be forgotten about. Yet, this time, he looked at the card and considered the possibility of being an idol. He hadn't really been exposed to anything K-pop at that point so research he did. Fell into an internet hole where he watched performances by SHINEE, EXO, 2PM and it kind of solidified his decision to at least try auditioning. Long story short, he was so impressive that he passed all the rounds of auditions and was a trainee for only about 2 years before debuting at 18 with a haunting, supernatural concept which is kind of leaning towards vampires. (Drunk-Dazed Enhypen or Favorite NCT127). He was made to be the leader of his group consisting of 9 members including himself. Young? Yes. Could've gone wrong? Definitely. Regardless, Oscar handled the pressure immensely well and led the group incredibly. Yea he was young but you couldn't deny that he led sometimes even better than some other leaders. Always kept a calm head and strived for excellence, qualities that certainly had a hand in his group's success. It really was a feat since leading 8 other members was no easy thing to do. (Yk how there are compilations of idols clapping back at either haters or sasaeng [obsessive fans/stalkers]? Yea, Oscar's in them and appears more than once.)

Logan Sargeant: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer

Went to auditions because of a dare when he was 14. He didn't have a dream but he knew his goal and that was to be successful so college was the most probable path for him. He didn't prepare anything going into the audition and when he was asked to yk, audition, he said he was going to rap. It was...okay. Wasn't bad but wasn't that good either. So the judges asked him to dance and they played some black eyed peas song. All he did was some fist pumping and clapping to the beat. Most of the judges had had enough but before he could leave, one of the judges asked him to sing. Him? Sing? Wanting to leave asap, Logan sang Best of Both Worlds from the one and only Hannah Montana. Till this day, he doesn't believe the judges when they said he was good. Why didn't you start singing in the first place they had asked. He made it through the next audition and the next audition after that and became a trainee. It was hard, it was so hard and at one point he even asked his mom if he could drop out because he was so homesick and tired. His mom said she'd support him whatever decision he made but she hasn't seen him this passionate for something in a really long time. Logan pushed through and after 3 years, made his debut at 17 with a royalty kind of concept which will slowly descend to a dark concept.

#pierre gasly #oscar piastri #logan sargeant #kpop but make it f1 #if pierre's story sounds similar to a certain taiwanese german speaking crocodile lover #no it doesn't #please excuse any spelling/grammar mistakes

3 notes · View notes

choclateteez · 2 years ago

Text

👀🎥4* Town Fancams🎥👀

Does it fit the time period? Probably not?? But we're willing to make an exception, right?😅

🧡Robaire🧡

Robaire’s fancams are mostly known for his face and facial expressions

The way his eyes just focus when he’s in the zone

His stare is so intense when he's performing, and his fans find it captivating

People also notice how he’s aware of every member and his position is

He’s wary of if there's enough room for his formation, and he’ll always make enough room to compensate

People literally just love to watch how he focuses so intently on the performance

Anyone can clearly see how seriously he takes it, and they love to watch it

Also, when he's singing, they love to see how effortlessly he pulls off those runs and riffs without much jaw work

Other singers love evaluating his vocal technique

Sometimes they'll use him as an example of healthy belting, or which voice he's using (falsetto, chest, mixed, head, etc) and try to see if he's straining based on watching the face fancams

Of course, he has those bad days, and he knows the limit of his voice. If hes not feeling well, and if you squint, you can see the disappointment in his face when he has to alter the vocals to something lower and easier that he can hit when his voice isn't up to it

You can even see the way his brows lower if he notices he's straining

Also, cmon, we all know he's a good dancer. People love to watch him make the moves more sensual than technical, and it's hot cool to watch

What's this spike on the viewing histogram?

Oh it's just Robaire flawlessly and slowly doing body rolls- dear God

💙Aaron T💙

T’s fancams are known for his dynamic with the others

His face always says he's up to no good, always throwing mischievous smirks at his bandmates

He’ll start a “dance battle” as he stares Aaron Z down during a dance break

He’ll also be having quick fist bumps, or handshakes with Tae Young

He’s normally the fancam people go for when people are like “Omg, look at this interaction between __ and __!! They’re literally soulmates oml”

Fans also love to see him nail every flip and acrobatic stunt he does

The views are also pretty high when he doesn't nail the stunt

They love to analyze his performance after the mess up

Sometimes, they can see how fake the smile is afterwards (he’s beating himself up over it internally, and they can tell), and they can see the tiny winces of pain if the fall was bad.

You can see his professionalism shine through when he manages to go through the rest of the performance, taking it easy, but still performing very well. They won't miss the way he nods as someone off screen silently asks if he's okay

But most times, if the fail wasn't so bad, and the concert wasn’t overly important (agency-wise. Every concert with his fans is important to him of course), he’ll shrug and genuinely laugh it off and continue to dance as if nothing happened

Those are the days everyone can tell he's just having a good time, and those fancams are especially enjoyable to watch

🧡Jesse🧡

Jesse’s fancams are popular, especially if they’re face focused

Goodness, anyone could tell his looks really helped 4*Town gain its popularity, and he loves to admit it

You could pause the video mid-dance move and he would still be literally perfect

(Honestly, if this whole boy band thing didn't work out, he could easily have done modeling as a backup)

He’s another vocally strong person like Robaire, and people love to watch him get so passionate behind the mic. His eyes closed, and hes belting his heart out

People also like looking at his full body ones so that they can see the the progress he’s made on his dancing

Jesse was more vocally trained than dance, so he was a bit more behind than his fellow members

People can see as he gets more and more comfortable and fluid with his movements, and it's inspiring to people who also want to learn to dance

He makes the moves seem simpler for those who want to learn the choreography to any of their songs

But then again, his face cams. The prettiest thing ever. The way his eyes seem to always know where the camera is

You'd blush through the screen if you watched them- so much intense eye contact, goodness

The comments are usually along the lines of “He’s looking at me like I’m the turkey at Thanksgiving, and I love it” “How does he look so perfect all sweaty and tired? I’d look like a dying pig if I did the same”

💙Aaron Z💙

Being the main dancer, his fancams are mostly always for his amazing abilities

His moves are fluid, and his isolations are solid and precise

He never misses a beat, and dancers always love to evaluate and try out his moves

The most watched section can reveal a lot about the fandom…

If it's not him dancing, it's him taking a breather..breathing hard..all sweaty….wiping sweat with his shirt… showing his abs…I see you Townies, you're not slick!! Behave yourselves!! (I say as I repeat that section over and over)

They also love watching his shy personality completely disappear on stage

He knows he's good at dancing, and the confidence shows through. If he's not focusing on his body, he's making eye contact with the crowd, camera, or whatevers looking at him

And when he's REALLY into it, and if the song calls for it, he’ll include a very rare, but very treasured hip thrust here or there… maybe lift his shirt just a little👀👀👀👀👀

And you can just SEE the smirk on his face as the crowd absolutely loses it

Other than that, he's also a pretty good singer, so you can get a look of him looking at other members deeply as they harmonize, especially with Robaire when they harmonize riffs

🧡Tae Young🧡

Tae Young's fancams are honestly just all around fun to watch

He's so expressive, both with his face and his body

He makes every single dance they do look like so much fun to dance along to, as his style is a lot more jumpy and dynamic

His face always matches the vibe of the song. If its upbeat, hell be happy, winking at the camera, exaggerated facial expressions and whatnot

And if it's somber, he'll match the mood, and he's GOOD at nailing a sad look. Anyone watching the fancam may think he's about to cry💀

And if it's a slow and sensual vibe, that's like his surprise attack

You would not expect Tae Young of all of them to be giving you siren eyes through the camera, but there he is, hypnotizing all the viewers with a single glance

You can see him really lock in when there's a singing/dance break

A lot of the time, he'll indulge into Aaron T's shenanigans, handshakes, inside jokes, all that

But both of them will never break formation- Z is a bit…intense when it comes to that

He sometimes does paired tricks with T, but they're simpler ones he can pick up on easily

Anyone can see how his eyes light up when he nails it down, and his smile is so wide for the rest of the video

Also, it's fun to watch him hit those Mariah Carey notes

Being the upper harmony, it's really fun for the viewer to explore his vocal range

They'd see the way hed slowly elevate his head as he sustains a particularly high note

He'd have a section where he doesn't have to dance so that he has his breath, and the way he looks so serious before he's about to slay the crowd with his voice is so cool

He's the only one who could vocally challenge Robaire when it comes to high notes specifically, and he shows it when he gets the chance

#4*town #4town #4town headcanons #turning red #4town robaire #4town taeyoung #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #4town jesse

43 notes · View notes

onmymasa22 · 2 years ago

Text

My life would suck with out youI dony feel OK. I'm shaky and want to cry and want to die or smoke a cigarette or not be here. I'm so tired. I'm tired on the inside. I'm here for everyone but I need to be here for me. I need to just do what I need to do. I want to just be OK. I need a self care shabbat.

Drink alcohol and watch a movie

I have right now a mini obsession with ballet dancers. At first I feel like the inspiration comes from that being everything I'm not. Delicate, deliberate, calculated, effortless looking, feminine, pretty. It's everything I am on the inside and don't let it show.

Black polish One day

Love RosieSo I'm nervous. I'm going on a date for the first time of actually 100 percent my choice.

Good parts

He asked me if I wanted to go out. Him and most people probably don't realize how much that means to me because guys usually just take what they want from me without needing actually anything from me. They don't want me, they just want my body. And it's even worst when deep down they know me. I love that he asked me. I cry thinking about it. But oh my God. Finally that small little sentence question that means everything to me. Do you want to go out? Finally, after 25 years of assholes who touch me and treat me like shit and letting them cuz its better than being alone or not letting them and dealing with the trauma or just disconnecting so I don't need to be there for any of it. Finally a guy who seems sweet and normal.

A guy who appreciated that I made Aliyah and made Aliyah alone.

A guy who maybe will give me compliments

A guy who I chose to talk to and not as a favor to anyone else. A guy who came at the perfect time. When I felt I was going to get married this year and I look at the mitpachat and I say to milysekf, that's what u want. Do what u need to do inorder to get it. Overcome the anxieties u have about dating. Ur scared. What if he doesn't like u. What if he doesn't like ur scars. What if u don't have anything to talk about. What if u pass out. What if you overheat. What if he thinks ur disgusting. Breathe. Dalya, he'll love you. Of course he'll love u, look at you. You're a model and you shine. U need to be the one to decide if you want him.

I love that he likes tuna melts. I love that he is yeminite. I love that he compliments. I want him to be nerdy and love me. I want him to be good to me. I want everything to be everything

Things to figure out

Can u speak nerd

Can u speak torah and gemara

I just came back from the date, it bothered me nor hugging him. It feels weird to meet someone and not hug them. I liked certain comment that he made- that he and someone else at work know how to work and that together with him cleaning and everything means that he's probably not lazy. I liked when he said that he can't imagine playing video games and being married. The only thing that bothered me from the whole day I think is that he didn't walk me to the train but one, I left quick and he needed to pay. 2 I'm glad I had that time to breathe. And 3 he said he would've come if I missed the train cuz he didn't want me to leave.

I really want to see if he's gay, if he's real, if he's kind of the same as he is in texting

Hashem I want to want to be religious. After this break up that didn't have closure, I'm finding it a little hard to want these things. I hate that it ended without an actual breakup. I think he's just gay. But after all that, I'm back to square one. I'm back to being alone. And it's not easy. I don't want what anyone else has, cuz their story is not my story. But when will my story start. When will it be my turn. Who's up there helping me. Do I have anyone trying to put me in the right place and aligning my stars with theirs. I feel physically alone, Ike no one is thinking of me,no one is asking me out, not one cares cuz they have other people on my plate. I feel really alone. Please put the right people in my path. I want it soon. I thought this year that I would have it, and It all felt right enough but I guess you thought I'd be happier with someone else. I have people up there who said- wait, not him, you can have better. But why no closure? I don't need closure, but why couldn't a get a reason in this world.i guess I just didn't need it. I want to want to keep shabbat, I want to want to keep kashrut. I want to want a lot of things. I want to want to be. I know you are all up there. Just give me the signs that I'm ready. Maybe I'm destined to be alone. Why am I jealous of people that go on a bunch of dates. I don't know what's better- to go on a bunch of dates where its a no, or to not go on any. I just wish people thought of me. I wish someone said- dalya this guy really wants to date you. I wish I could just be okay

0 notes

haileyywrites · 2 years ago

Text

-> Cyno found himself with time to kill, so he wandered around Sumeru City where he happened to catch you dancing with Nilou

-> Pure fluff with Cyno just falling for you! Reader has no gender or pronouns mentioned! Cyno's work-partner is mentioned! No spoilers for anything!

Cyno rarely found himself with free time - and when he did, he would end up working anyway. His partner and the other Matra had noticed his workaholic tendency's, but none other than Taj had the courage to approach him about actually taking a break. Of course, he simply declined and turned back to his duties. That would have been the end of it were it not for Taj's insistence...

“Cyno, if you do not take a break now I will have to resort to less than ideal methods to make you. Take. A. Break. That's an order.” Taj wore a smile on his face, but his eyes were dead serious.

“Fine, fine. But only a short one, I have things to finish.” Cyno knew this was a battle he would not win and tactfully chose to retreat, for now.

Fresh air did feel pleasant after the countless hours he'd spent inside going over paperwork and such. The sun was shining high above, the plants and flowers were blooming and the wind brought with it a cool breeze. It was a perfect day for him to take a break. Just a short one.

The city was not as loud and hectic as some days, which was nice. Cyno could feel himself relaxing with every step he took, a small smile graced his features for a fraction of time. Not long enough for anyone to notice, though.

The sound of music suddenly caught his attention, it was rather unusual as no events were being held as far as he knew. The Academia was rather strict about things like public performances and event's that took place within the general public. As far as he was concerned, if they didn't cause trouble it didn't matter. But it did make him curious enough to follow the sound.

He rounded a corner to find a sizeable crowd forming to watch the performers play. He walked to the side to be able to actually see anything. Some people sat on the ground while others stood to play their instrument's, they played a rather catchy tune making some of the crowd slightly sway along.

Then he saw you.

You were smiling as you stood beside another dancer - Nilou. You moved in perfect sync with the rhythm of the music and he was simply enchanted. His ruby eyes had widened in an attempted to watch you better, while he stared in awe. He felt hypnotized by your movements, had the rest of the crownd not acted normally he might have thought you'd actually done so.

You and Nilou danced by yourselves but you moved as one, perfectly matching as if you were both just sides of a mirror. You were both clearly talented and well trained, but even then you were in perfect harmony with one another. Yet his eyes were solely on you.

Cyno had never taken an interest in things like art or dancing, but your performance was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. You were the most beautiful being he had ever witnessed, and now he couldn't look away. During one of your moves you turned towards him and your eyes met for but a moment. He felt like he could stare into them for eternity, as they shined brighter than any stars.

They say that the eyes are a window to one's soul. Yours must be quite beautiful...

Suddenly everything came to an abrupt halt as a group of Academia personnel stood before you and Nilou, their faces were almost red as they stared at the two of you furiously. The crowd stood silently in anticipation - awaiting for their next move.

“Are the Academia's rules about hosting public events not clear enough, or are you simply too numb minded to not understand them?” Their leader spat out loudly.

“But this is not an event, we were simply performing out in the open!” Nilou protested.

“The details do not matter. You are disturbing the peace and must now pay the price for it.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“"Disturbing the peace?" We were only playing music and dancing! If we truly were then we're sorry, but nobody has complained to us!” You spoke up.

“Even so, this has all created such a fuss. Now come quietly or we'll have to use force.” The Eremites behind him showcased their weapons to threaten you further.

A panicked expression made its way to both you and Nilou, who tightly held onto your arm. Your face pulled on his heartstrings painfully... He couldn't just sit back and watch, not when he had the power to help. You were innocent - his job was to protect the innocent and bring the guilty to judgement.

“Stop.” He simply said, all heads now turning to face him. “They were not disturbing anyone as far as I can tell. Had someone complained, I'm sure they would have complied. Besides. This was not an event as you've claimed.”

“Cyno. Stay out of this, or are you question your superiors?” The sage frowned.

“I'm simply stating facts. Even if they were guilty of the charges, they would be let off with a warning, considering this is their first time in trouble.” He didn't glare at the sage, but his gaze sure felt like a deadly one.

“Tch, fine. We'll let you handle the rest, but I will not forget this.” The sage marched off with his company.

The crowd began leaving to continue their daily activities as the musicians began packing away their instrument's, and thought reluctantly - Nilou took down any decorations you had put up. You on the other hand, approached Cyno in order to thank him.

“I wanted to thank you on behalf of us all. We truly had no idea this was not allowed, we'll be more careful next time...” You smiled sheepishly.

Cyno could feel his cheeks warming up but chose to completely ignore it, along with the increasingly rapid beat of his heart. “Don't mention it.”

He couldn't believe that he felt shy around you... The silence was rather awkward. You thanked him again with that bright smile of yours before telling him that if he ever needed anything to come to you - you would repay his good deed.

Then you turned to leave to help Nilou pack up. He continued to stand there for a moment before remembering that he should start heading back, his work was still unfinished. Even if his comrade's wouldn't mind him staying out for longer.

They almost couldn't believe what they were seeing when he returned, either they were hallucinating or Cyno was sick. He was smiling. The always stoic and serious Cyno was smiling while resting his head on his palm and staring at nothing... Just what had he done while out? They all wondered.

I love him, he was my first 5 star! Reblogs are always welcome<3

718 notes · View notes

ajaxsbeloved · 3 years ago

Text

cue the music! 🍵

order for: childe

flavor: smut (full fic; modern idol au)

order summary: performing at the MAMAs was a big deal but an even bigger deal is what comes after

warnings: long as fuck, female reader, she/her pronouns, plot lol, childe is so fucking hot holy jesus, ok sorry back to actual warnings,fingering, hickeys, references to that one video of doja cat winking to someone in the audience (iykyk), this is kpop idol au btw so you can tell i'm a kpop fan lol, right sexual warnings uhhh, size kink, kinda messy sex, dumbification, cumming inside,cockwarming, and kissing kink (game idea take a shot everytime he kisses you Imao)

the yearly mnet asian music awards were coming up and you were scheduled to perform, being the biggest girl group of the year it was no surprise you were to attend and nearly everyone was anticipating your performance.

having an idol group with a sexy concept wasn’t original and didn't automatically mean that you were gonna make it big, but your group was different. your group was known for pulling off sexy on a whole different plane and so of course the hype for your performance was insane. almost everyone in the country knew your name and almost every one of your songs were a massive hit.

dckz were also attending the MAMAs this year, they too were known for being icons in the sexy concept however they weren't set to perform. it was a saddening announcement when the news was made but they were nominated so they had to attend. though they didn’t plan on performing they were given some of the best seats in the house to watch the other groups perform.

the arena was so exciting, all the bright lights and the sea of people had your blood pumping and ready to get out on stage. nothing quite for yoy roaring like the adrenaline from screaming your lungs into a mic and eventually it was time for your group to perform.

you were separated on the platforms,having three people on each. there were three total platforms, the main one having three of your group members and the other two having a single group member with two backup dancers. you were on the right platform, meaning it was just you and two backup dancers. the lights started out dark on all of them and the middle platform lit up first. the second platform lit up during the first verse and then your time came to shine at the prechorus.

the platform lit up and you felt the kick through your veins, normally you weren't the type to be super bold or confident but when you were performing everything else just faded away. pouring your heart onto the stage you sung with your whole chest and danced perfectly with all the hours of training having gone into toning your body. all of the hours of practice and lessons went to perfecting this moment and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

the chorus was when you all met together at the main platform, finally unified with your group members you continued to perform however today was different. you stood out, a lot. but in a good way! you seemed to charm everyone tonight as it was obvious in the way you moved that you were enjoying yourself, you weren't the group's center for nothing after all.

there was one person in particular however that you had charmed in an indescribable way, that person being dckz' lead singer and center known as childe. being in the front row seats of the main platform dckz had a perfect view of your group and childe was bewitched by the stage. he was mesmerized by you, everything from your voice to the way your hair was styled to the outfit you were wearing to your body movement. all the little details about you had him entranced and he just knew he'd have to talk to you after the award show.

he was enamored with you and it certainly didn't go unnoticed, the members of dckz were giggling like school girls at the way he looked at you though he couldn't hear them nor did he care. you too noticed his hungry eyes and truthfully you struggled to not stare at him too long, you were just as much enamored by him. his beautiful blue eyes and perfectly set ginger hair, you were stealth in observing the way he gulped every time you moved a certain way and dear god did you wanna mark up that pretty neck of his.

the music was nearing it’s end but you were having so much fun that you wanted to keep going, within the last few seconds of the song you decided you were be more than bold and send childe a daring wink knowing that he had his eyes on you. finally with that the lights went out and you headed backstage, thoughts flying a million miles an hour and a stupid grin sitting on your face.

childe couldn't believe it, you had just winked at him. if he weren't determined to talk to you before he most certainly was now, he was itching to get backstage already and practically jumped out of his chair when dckz were able to leave their section. his head was full of only you, thoughts all over the place he rushed to find you and ignored whatever else he was supposed to be doing.

he bumped into you in the hall, nearly knocking you over he noticed how much smaller you were in comparison to him. he also noticed how breathtaking you were up close and how you wore a slight blush on your face upon realizing who you had just met.

"o-oh... sorry i um i wasn't looking..."

you were avoiding eye contact and seemed to have trouble forming sentences. childe was surprised to see you like this, you weren't at all like the girl on stage who was confident and bold enough to send him a wink. though if anything he found this cute and now he only wanted you so much more.

"ahaha it's no problem, i liked your performance. it was really... really good."

"oh thank you... childe was it? i'm glad you liked it.."

you knew his name? i mean duh he's one of the most popular idols out there but you knew his name? he felt his face turn red, wait wait wait when did childe ever blush? just what were you doing to him? this couldn’t be normal!

"yeah of course... umm... do you maybe wanna ditch the award show? i mean like of course you don’t have to but you know…"

he was suddenly avoiding eye contact now too and you couldn't help but feel your insides and lower body grow warm at his presence. his awkwardness was adorable and that blush on his cheeks made you wanna just kiss him silly right then and there.

"god i thought you'd never ask"

you unintentionally spit your words out being thankful that he made the first move, though you don't regret speaking without thought when he grabs your wrist and drags you with him back to his apartment.

before you knew it clothes were being scattered on the floor and fits of giggles erupted between the two of you, you could barely keep your hands off each other once you made it through the door and you threw your jacket off the minute you stepped into the foyer.

finally having taken off all of your clothes he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder with a squeak of surprise coming out of your mouth. eventually you made it to the bedroom where he then threw you softly on the bed and climbed on top of you, his arms caging you in and trapping you beneath him.

"hmm... you're so cute you know that? giggling like that.."

he kissed you with a smacking sound and licked your lips with a smirk on his face causing you to giggle yet again.

"you do unspeakable things to me."

he moved his kissing down to your neck, biting down and sucking a bit causing a purple mark to form and a whimper to leave your mouth. you thread your hands into hair and tug a little making him groan in response. coming back up he kisses you again and you moan into the kiss when you feel his hand glide down your body.

you gasp as his fingers toy with your folds and he shoved his tongue in your mouth effectively muffling your noises. one hand weaved through his hair and the other quickly going to his shoulder in an effort to steady yourself as you feel his perfect fingers enter your body.

"aww look at you..." another kiss "all cute and wet for me"

you can't help but feel small under his gaze and you moan loudly as his thick fingers reach deeper inside of you, you push his head down when he thrusts and he now finds himself with his face in your tits.

you let whines leave your lips at the feeling of sloppy kisses on your chest your eyes roll back at the delicious timing of fingers on your walls. you hold onto him tighter feeling him use his thumb in your sensitive clit and you let out loud cries as he curls his fingers up when he finds your sweet spot.

“you are just so hmm" another sloppy kiss to your lips "so cute like this"

you feel yourself melt at the combination of his raspy voice and diligent fingers, you pull him in to make out and silence your moans with your tongue all over his.

"hnng fuck i bet you'd look cuter making a mess all over my cock though"

you shudder at his words, feeling overwhelmed your grip on him sure to leave marks the next morning and you unintentionally grind your hips as his fingers leave you. however before you have the chance to complain you scream at the feeling of him plugging you full with every inch of him, his hand now coming to your cheek caressing it as he soothes your adjusting body.

"shh just tell me when baby"

your heart beats faster at the soft tone he uses and you steady your breathing before nodding to let him know you're ready. he dives in for another kiss and you feel him pull almost all the way out before slamming back into you with an impossible amount of force causing you to moan into his mouth loudly out of surprise.

your thoughts are out the window at his precious cock making you feel more full than anything else ever could, practically drooling on him you can't do anything but moan and try (yet fail) to hold onto him. his groans fill your ears and you swear you could see stars at the way he's pumping into you, his pace not faltering even for a moment.

your hips keeping bucking up to meet his causing your head to fall back and a broken whimper to leave your mouth, his hand reaching down to toy with your clit yet again and you can't help but shake at the feeling.

"god-ah so cute, fuck so cute and dumb on me aren't you? ha-hnng can't even think straight can you baby?"

he's right, you can't think. only moaning in response and rapidly shaking your head. you don't even know what for really all you know is that he's good, so so fucking good.

you cling onto him and let your voice go to waste as he slams into you like a man gone insane, trying to tell him you're close you muster up all of your willpower.

"ch-childe AH ah haaa c-c-close haaa hnnng s-so cl-close"

without another word he somehow picks up the pace and groans louder into your ears, holding you with more strength now he doesn't hold back and is just as loud as you. without warning he slams his lips onto yours and lets out a low groan while you register his fluids filling you up. the warm thick cream causing your body to shiver in response and you feel yourself go limp at your own orgasm.

he kisses you once more but this time more softly and sweetly before collapsing on top of you and feeling himself drift into sleep. you let your hand make it’s way into his hair again and you pet it gently as you too fall into slumber.

you crack your eyes upon to find yourself on top of childe, smiling at his peaceful and pretty sleeping face. you pull yourself off of him and tremble when you feel him slip out of you, legs wobbly as your feet hit the floor. putting on his boxers and one of his t-shirts you open your phone to a million notifications.

"(y/n) care to explain this?"

"famous idol singer (y/n) goes viral for video of allegedly winking at fellow idol dckz member childe!"

you sigh at the multitude of news articles written and yawn, deciding not to deal with it until tomorrow and besides; you couldn't care less with the arms of a certain someone snaking around your waist.

[this took me 2 whole hours because i wrote it and accidentally deleted it 😐😐 apple’s little “copy and paste” from screenshots saved my ass so hard fr]

tags: @dilucsweetheart @z3nitsusgf @seakicker

538 notes · View notes

iliketangerines · 8 months ago

Note

Do you write for Havik or Rain? I just barely see any fanfics of them and since ur an MK writer, I am taking the chance.

Could you write Earthrealm Champion! Reader with either Havik or Rain? Like some enemies to lovers tension going on... You don't have to write them if you don't want to though, I just wish they had more content.

sweet as wine

a/n: god knows i need more content for the both of them as well.

pairing: rain x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), creampies

Rain didn’t like you all too much

you also had water magic and when you had bested him in kombat because he foolishly believed that a human wouldn’t be able to beat the high mage of outworld…

well, safe to say, he felt humiliated

even more so when you had stuck your tongue out at him like som petty child and then put your hand up and flipped up your middle finger

he wasn’t sure what it meant but judging by Raiden’s disappointed glare, he knew it was some sort of insult

he sits across from you in the dining hall while you chat with the others about something on Earthrealm, and he scoffs at you when you say you had learned some water tricks when you were younger

you glance at him at his sound, but you just shoot him a glare before continuing with how you first learned flashy tricks as a dancer before switching to kombat

the next few days are torture having to sit next to you and listen to your stories

he tries to one-up you with his own stories about the decades he spent learning mastering the art of water magic, and yet you always seem to do better than him

you wielded magic younger, you learned it faster, you fought better with the water than he did, and it infuriated Rain to no end

even worse, he was always stuck next to you because two water magic users theoretically should get along with each other, but Rain held nothing but envy towards you

and yet, despite all that, you were always somewhat cordial with him, letting the smallest hints of frustration shine through when he grumbled something derogatory about Earthrealmers

but, you still stuck by him closely and traveled with him around the palaces and the village outside, and he eventually stopped mumbling insults at you and started seeing who you really were

he couldn’t deny that you were beautiful, especially in the soft glow of the lanterns while smiling at him

you bought him food and desserts from the vendors and asked him to explain it all to you about the food, and he found himself day after day finding joy in watching your face light up when he explained the cultural treats and snacked on them

and then he had gone and betrayed the empire and flooded Seido with water, too blinded by his ambition, and he had come back to court begging for forgiveness and to be punished for his actions

and then you were there, defending him to try and better himself as a person rather than be locked up to rot for the rest of his life

Rain felt his heart thump at the sight of you fighting for him, and he knew he was a goner

he spent his days bettering himself with you by his side, teaching him all the tricks you had learned, and he did the same for you

sometimes, some of the old banter would come back, insults flying at each other, but now it was underlined with a hint of playfulness, a hint of flirting

or maybe it was all in his head

and now, he sat with you on the balcony of the training pits, moon high in the sky, as you both drank some sweet outworld alcohol and regaled each other with tales of learning and failing certain water magic

you laugh as he tells you he had been trying to make a ball of water float over to him when he first learned magic but it had ended with puddles on the floor and a mop to clean it all up

you slap his shoulder and lean in close, not quite believing that the high mage of outworld couldn’t even manage to float a simple ball of water

Rain rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but focus on the way your hand is so warm on his shoulder

he takes another sip of his drink and tells you that you couldn’t have been perfect at wielding magic at first as well, and you smile and giggle

you tell him about how the first time you had wielded water magic, you had gotten mad at your mom for something frivolous and the sink in the kitchen had exploded during your tantrum

Rain doubles over in laughter, and he doesn’t realize how close he is to you until he opens his eyes and finds your face just a few inches from his

your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, and his heart thumps in his chest

if he just leaned in a little closer, he would be kissing you

he whispers at you to tell him to stop if you get uncomfortable, and he raises a hand up to cup your face

you lean into the touch, and he dips his head down low to press a soft and quick kiss to your lips

you smile at him when he pulls back and ask with a smirk if that’s all he can do, you would’ve thought a mage with decades more experience would be more bold

Rain rolls his eyes and grabs onto the lapels of your shirt and smashes your lips together

you groan into the kiss and slide into his lap to try and get closer, and Rain presses his tongue into your mouth, desperate to taste all of you

you let him in, and you cup the back of his neck as your hips slowly grind into him

Rain can feel himself getting hard underneath you, and you seem to know it to because your other hand comes down and palms at his dick

he groans and pulls away to admire you

your chest is heaving, your lips are glossy, and your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and the kiss earlier

Rain asks if you want to go further, and you jump up and drag him to his feet and tell him to take you to his bedroom

he smiles and quickly whisks you away to his bedroom, but it’s not quite so subtle with the way your giggles and his laughs echo in the high palace hallways and how your footsteps stumble all about the marbled floors

but finally, the two of you reach his bedroom, and he leads you to his humble bed

you fall onto the bed on your back, and Rain crawls onto the bed and kisses you again, weight atop of you and pressing his clothed cock into your hips

Rain grinds into you and moans into your mouth while his hands paw at your clothing clumsily, fingers not quite as deft with the alcohol running in his veins

you taste so sweet for him, and you can’t seem to get enough of him either with the way your hands claw at his clothes

the two of you pull apart, and Rain’s not quite sure what to do next honestly

but it seems you’re not too sure either because the two of you just lay on the bed, breaths mingling as your chests heave

Rain asks if you’ve ever done this before, and you let out a sigh of relief and say that you thought you were the only one

you then prop yourself up on your elbows and say you would’ve thought that since he’s so old that he would’ve had at least some experience

he ducks his head as his cheeks warm and says he was too busy focused on his studies to try and get with anyone

you laugh at him and call him a nerd, and he scowls at you

but you stop laughing eventually and wipe away a tear and say let’s take it slow

Rain nods and kisses you sweetly, before you pull away and say to get those damn robes off him, you want to see him in all his glory

he blushes at your lewd words, but when you start undressing as well, revealing your plush chest and toned legs underneath the uniform, Rain hurries to undress as well

the two of you throw your clothes onto the floor, and the both of you trace each other’s bodies with your fingertips

Rain can feel himself getting harder as your hands lightly brush over his arms, his chest, his stomach

and he can feel your impatience as well with the way you squirm underneath his warm hands squeezing your chest and your thighs

he kisses you again, leaning overtop of you, and you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your pussy against his cock

he moans into your mouth at the feeling of your wet pussy sliding against his, and he reaches a hand down to line himself up and push into you

you whine at the stretch and tell him to slow down, you need to adjust

little tears well at the edges of your eyes as you pant, and Rain peppers light little kisses over your face as he stays buried inside of you

he moans into your skin at the feeling of your warm wet cunt around his cock, but he keeps his hips still as he lets you adjust to the stretch

finally, you let out a whimper for him to move, and he gives an experimental thrust

you let out a little whine and throw your head back as you dig your nails into his back, and Rain groans at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him

his thrusts are slow and shallow at first, but as your whine grow needier, Rain’s thrusts gets faster and rougher until he’s fucking into you roughly

his hips make a wet slapping sound as they meet yours and bumps into your clit, sending little stars bursting through your vision

you moan as Rain re-angles his hips and his tip bullies against your sweet spot

your whimpers grow louder, and you scratch angry red lines into Rain’s back as he groans into your ear

you’re so tight and warm for him, and the little pleas you let out as he fucks into you has his mind spinning with pleasure

he captures your lips in a kiss, and you moan into his mouth as your cunt clamps down on him and you cum

Rain whines into your mouth, and his hips stutter as he cums inside of you

he lets his seed empty into your wet pussy and kisses you until you’re both breathless again

finally, he pulls out, and he lays down beside you

you can feel his cum dripping out of you, but you can’t really find it in yourself to care as Rain brings you close to his plush chest

you look up at him, and you can’t help yourself as you tell him that he didn’t do so bad for a old man

Rain scowls down at you and reaches his hand down to give a playful smack to your ass, and you wiggle your eyebrows at him, telling him jokes on him you liked that

Rain smiles and tells you next time, and you laugh and cuddle up next to him

the both of you fall asleep quickly, close together and in each other’s warmth

159 notes · View notes

gotnofucks · 3 years ago

Text

The Unreformed Rake

Pairing: soft!dark Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Slightly dubcon touching, fingering, semi-public touching, forced marriage hinted, 18 + Only

A/N: This is my submission to Siri’s 5k Softdark challenge. Congratulations love @stargazingfangirl18 , you do us hoes so proud and keep our punanis so happy! I chose the prompt “Come on, just a little taste”. It’s highlighted in the text.

If your corset was a millimeter more tighter, you’d be dead. The mammas cared more about getting their daughters married off than about them making it alive through the ball. You were glad that as a second daughter you didn’t have too many eyes on you. All you had to do was let three to four men twirl you around the dancefloor to appease your mother, and then you could sit back and enjoy watching your older sister Anika try to catch a husband.

Mostly, the balls weren’t too bad. You got to meet with your friends and eat some delicious food without the constant supervision of your mother, sometimes you’d even find a decent dance partner who wouldn’t step on your toes or whose hands wouldn’t wander south of your back. You could have made it through the evening unscathed had one handsome rake not made an appearance.

The moment Lord Huge Ransom Drysdale stepped into the hall, all eyes were on him. And his were on you. He made a spectacular vision, donning the bright colours that most gentlemen stayed away from, and yet he looked more masculine than any of them. The eyes of every unwed lady followed his movements, their mothers urging them to approach him despite his reputation.

Everyone knew Huge Ransom Drysdale was a notorious rake; his stories were told at tea parties in hushed tones and often accompanied by giggles. He was proficient in the art of leaving a trail of broken hearts and stuttering men, but more than that, he was a master at getting under your skin. His eyes hadn’t left you for a moment, fixating on you and your current dance partner who was glued to your side like lichens to rock.

“You dance most marvelously Miss Y/N, would you do me the honour of the next one too?” He asked, looking smitten at you.

“Now now Allen, you wouldn’t hog Miss Y/N’s attention all for yourself, would you?” Lord Drysdale’s mocking voice carried over to you, the man walking languidly until he stood before you. “There are a number of other ladies in want of a partner, if you’d be kind enough to relent Miss Y/N’s hand to me.”

Allen bowed to him, recognizing the superior title and the man who held it. Placing a small kiss on the back of your hand, he beat a hasty retreat from you side like the coward you knew him to be. Lord Drysdale chuckled, raising a brow at you before offering you his arm. You had half a mind to turn your nose at him and storm away, but your mother would have conniptions if she learnt you said no to a Lord.

“You have a lot of nerve and no tact Your Lordship” You said in a whisper, allowing him to grip your hand and bring you closer. The music began and he spun you out gracefully before bringing you back into his body, much closer than was socially acceptable. His fingers were firm around yours, the hand on your waist tight, singeing the flesh underneath with his touch.

“You know I am a tactless bastard, that shouldn’t be news to you.” He said with a charming smile that could fool anybody but you. He put a façade better than any theater artist you knew. He led you around the other dancing bodies dexterously, not looking away from your face. After a moment, he abruptly asked, “Who were those three morons you danced with earlier? Didn’t I sent word that you must keep your dance card empty but for me?”

An appalled gasp escaped you and it was with restraint you kept yourself from bolting away from him. “Are you having me watched?”, You hissed in anger, wrinkling your forehead. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Of course I have people keeping an eye on you. Can’t let anything happen to my future wife.”

Because you couldn’t leave, you did the next best thing. You stepped on his toe with all your might, digging your hell into his feet until he groaned in pain. He retaliated by moving his hand from your waist to your backside, giving a firm squeeze to your ass that had you choking on a scandalized scream.

“Hugh!” You chided through gritted teeth, looking around quickly to see if someone had noticed. Amidst the sea of dancers, nobody focused on you alone, but it would be enough to ruin a lady’s reputation.

“You know that’s not what you call me.”

His blue eyes turned darker, more challenging and predatory as he leaned closer until his chest brushed against you. You struggled, trying to put distance between you as discreetly as possible but he wouldn’t give.

“Let go!” You said, digging your nails into his shoulder to no avail. The thick padding of his clothes prevented any harm.

“Say my name.”

It was an order, one that if not met would hold consequences. People thought they knew the philandering Lord Drysdale, but they had little inkling to the danger that resided just beneath the surface. You knew. Your gaze dropped away from his, head a little bowed in defeat.

“Ransom.” You whispered, and he let out a shuddering breath as if his name on your lips had taken away more from himself than from you. He wouldn’t let you address him as anything else, not you who he claimed would be wearing his ring soon.

The dance slowed to a stop, people clapping, and you pushed away from him, halfheartedly joining in the applause. Ransom stood too close, his hand on your waist still fast and you slapped it away in irritation.

“Look, just stay away from me. I don’t want mamma to see us together.” You said, weaving through the throngs of people and trying to escape him. He followed, keeping at your heels with no problem, playfully pulling at your sleeve.

“Stay away?” He scoffed, almost as if in wonder of your audacity to even demand that. “You’re gonna be Lady Drysdale soon, you need to get used to my presence. I will always be close. Very close.”

You turned on him, raising a finger and wagging it in his face. Heat was settling over your face and neck, seeping beneath your neckline and into your chest that was heaving. Ransom’s eyes trained on the rise and fall of your breast, a wolfish grin on his face as he licked his lips in appreciation and anticipation.

“I am not going to marry you Ransom!” You yelled in a whisper, amazed at his arrogance. “You keep away from me.”

In a second his fingers encircled your wrist, pulling you away from the floor into the shadowy corners as you protested. Sweeping aside the curtains, he pushed you into an alcove, pressing you in deeper with his body as the curtains fell again to shield you from curious eyes.

“We’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours.” He hissed cruelly, caging you between his massive arms. “You can’t go around speaking to me like this.”

His face neared yours, eyes dark and dangerous as they glared into you, his mouth opening slowly. You knew what was going to happen and you turned your face at the last second, his lips finding your cheek instead. Warm breath fanned your already heated skin, a flutter of butterflies setting your nerves astray.

“Stop! This isn’t proper.” You said, squirming as Ransom refused to back away. He chuckled in derision, forcefully turning your face to his. You hated how he still looked so beautiful, despite the sneer and arrogance.

“Wouldn’t be the first time we did it. Or did you forget about those stolen moments after the lakeside picnics? What about those walks in the park where I’d press you into a bark of tree and ravish this sinful mouth? We’re long past proper my darling, and the only reason your virtue is intact is because I am affording you the dignity to keep it until our wedding night.”

Your gaze lowered in mortification, those shameful moments coming back to you as flashes behind your eyelids. He had been far too powerful, too intense to refuse. In your weakness, you’d allowed him liberties that made guilt settle like weight on your chest every time your mother bragged about your modesty to other mammas.

“That was my mistake, Ransom. I’m supposed to marry a man of impeccable standing, someone who holds everyone’s good opinion. After Anika gets herself a man, it’ll be me, and my mother would never marry me off to a rake like you.”

His chest expanded in indignation under your hands, and he held you steady as he ground himself against you. Anger, jealousy, and sheer disbelief at your words was evident in his glare, and you shivered in fear as his lips skimmed over your jaw.

“You will marry me, mamma or no mamma. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you mine.” He promised, eyes glinting in warning. “What’s that saying? A reformed rake makes the best husband, ain’t it?”

“You’re not reformed.” You countered, captive in his hold. A part of you that you refused to acknowledge didn’t want to leave at all.

“That’s true.” Ransom said, smirking. “I am a rake, its time I play to my reputation.”

He kissed you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips without preamble. You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, your fingers clutching his collar for dear life, knees threatening to collapse as he kissed you like a man starved. You knew he had a talented tongue by his charming words, but there was more to it than merely speaking. He discovered you, explored you like an untouched cave and brought you back to life.

Nobody could make you feel like he did. You had no patience for conceited, blustering men, but Ransom was more than that. He was a force that overpowered your life like winds did to fallen leaves. He carried you with himself, unrelenting, persistent. He was passionate and hungry, he was obsessed. After the first time he had kissed you in the park, he promised he wouldn’t kiss anyone again. He promised he’d make you his, and that if any man tried to claim what belonged to him, it would end in a duel.

In his kiss, you felt his possessiveness. You felt his raw power and lust that had led you to sin on more than one occasion. Saying no to him was difficult, mainly because you were most yourself when with him. He gave you wings unknowingly. He gave you the freedom to rebel unknowingly. To him, it was your claiming. But hadn’t you claimed him too in one kiss? Hadn’t you transformed the rake into a marriageable sort in one kiss?

“Ransom, we can’t.” You breathed against his lips, both your mouths swollen and glistening.

“Yes we can. We will.”

His hand ventured south of your neck, dipping into your neckline and brushing against the plump swell of your breast. You sputtered, not knowing if you were urging him or objecting. He pressed you hard into the wall, trailing his lips from your neck to your chest, sucking and nibbling with utmost patience and care. You whimpered at his assault, soft mewls spilling from your mouth and you rested your head back, unable to control the heat that simmered in your core.

“There is no power in the world that can stop me from making you my wife.” He said, looking right into your eyes as he sharply pulled and tore a rip into your bodice. You screeched, thumping your fists against his chest before he gathered them in one arm and held them above your head. “This is just a preview of what will happen between us when you take my ring and name.”

Pushing away the limp fabric from your breast, his mouth enveloped your nipple in one fell swoop. You cried out in pleasure, his warmth spreading into your own body and you feared you’d burn. A fire was simmering between your legs, wet and wanting, chanting his name. His teeth gently grazed your nipple, causing you to whimper, a sound he captured in his mouth.

“Look at me.” He ordered, and you opened your eyes without having realized they were closed. The blue in his had never been darker, almost black like the night sky that swallowed down everything in its path.

“Please don’t.” You begged. “I have sisters whose reputation are tied with mine. You’ll ruin us all.”

Ransom smiled, and you gulped because he looked almost tender. As his fingers trailed down your front to gather the layers of skirt above your knees, he bumped his nose in yours. “Never. I am a Thrombey-Drysdale. I’ll take you, and I’ll save your family. Everything I own is yours.”

The look in his eyes was such that you didn’t protest as he traced your thighs, approaching the apex. He didn’t look away as he reached your moist core, nor when he found your sensitive nub and ran circles around it with his fingers. You moaned, biting your lip to stifle your voice as his breathing picked up. Your scent filled the small niche you were in, his chest digging into yours, hand buried between your legs.

A strangled cry did escape when you felt him at your weeping entrance, threatening to breach the untouched walls of your virtue. You shook your head, asking him not to cross the boundary that will change everything between you.

“Come on, just a little taste.” He urged, pressing inside with one finger. He delved in slowly, his intrusion felt against the spongy walls of your sex and you trembled. You were panting you realized, hips gyrating almost subconsciously to mirror his movements.

“Ransom” You moaned, pushing forward. You had to do something, anything. You felt about ready to combust.

“I know. I know. Look at me and remember the pleasure I can give you. Remember the love I will shower on you.”

Another finger joined the first, stretching you until it burnt. You held onto his arms, breath coming in sharp intervals as he moved in and out, the obscene sounds of your essence mixing in with your laboured breathing.

“Do you feel the fire my darling?” Ransom asked, and you nodded. He rested his forehead on yours, forcing you to meet his eyes as he sped up, the heel of his hand digging into your nub. “Look into my eyes and let go. Come, now.”

Your back arched and your pressed forward into his body, quacking in pleasure as sensations that had no name wrecked your whole body. Your teeth sank into his neck to hold in your scream, whole body vibrating and undulating in ecstasy. You remained like this until you caught your breath, sweat gathering above your lips and brow. He looked ravenously at you. He looked in awe too.

Raising his hand, he showed you his fingers soaked in your wetness and slowly he brought them to his mouth and sucked. You gulped, suddenly feeling empty as Ransom closed his eyes in the relish of your taste. When he finally looked at you again, you knew you were lost. The wolf had had his taste of blood. There was no escaping.

He kissed you slow and soft, sharing your taste with you and pulling you closer into him. It didn’t seem like he would part. For all you knew, the world had burnt away leaving only this niche in the wall intact, two people who were just learning to explore each other the only ones alive.

“Do you know, or should I say?” He asked, and you sucked in a breath. Who would have thought this day would come?

“Say it.” You answered. You knew, oh yes. But you needed to hear. You needed to watch those beautiful lips curve around words that bound you to him in something far more potent than marriage.

“I love you.” He said, sincerely, truly and with no hesitation. He loved you. Lord Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved you. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and you stood on your toes to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you, Your Lordship.”

His arms came around you so strong that they felt like chains. You stayed in his embrace, disheveled and disoriented. You never expected your evening would have ended like this.

“Remember my love, then. And forgive me.” Ransom said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he threw apart the curtains that contained your sin and bared you to the world. The first person gasped aloud, and then ten more. You stood paralyzed, holding a hand against your chest to conceal the peeking flesh behind.

Ransom stood before you, nonchalant. Whispers flew around, taking the form of a vicious wind that swept across the ballroom until your mother was running towards you, scandalized. She took one look at you and staggered back, falling behind on the people who rushed forward to help.

“You – no. It couldn’t be.” She sobbed, holding a hand to her heart as if asking it to stay inside. You couldn’t say anything, shame written on every part of you. Ransom cleared his throat before looking at you softly, uncaring of others who gossiped when his lips pressed on your forehead.

“I plan to do right by Miss Y/N.” He announced, removing his coat and draping it around you. Pulling you out from the alcove, he put an arm around you and tugged you at his side. He glanced at you mother who was on the verge of fainting, a small tilt to his lips. “Madam, with your blessings, I would like to wed your daughter and make her an honest woman.”

You hid your face into his chest, not bothering to see your mother’s response. He had compromised you. He had ruined you. Ransom Drysdale didn’t take a no, and he fought hard for what he wanted.

“I hate you.” You whispered, heartbroken. Had he waited, you’d have said yes yourself. Ransom read the question in your gaze and stroked the curve of your cheek.

“I have done my waiting. No more of it. You’re mine now.”

#siris5ksoftdarkchallenge #soft!dark ransom drysdale x reader #dark!ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #soft!dark ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale

1K notes · View notes

sm0lprism · 2 years ago

Text

Dancing with a Kaiju - Rumble 2021 fic

After watching Rumble 2021, I was somewhat disappointed with the lack of fic on here from the g/t community, considering the film in itself is just pure g/t. So, I decided to indulge myself and write a short fic about Winnie and Steve (purely PLATONIC, not romantic in any way, Winnie is a minor) with a good amount of g/t thrown in. This was just meant to be something short and fun, as while I loved the film, I would’ve loved even more goofy moments between these two as their dynamic is entertaining. Synopsis: Set in between the events of the film, Winnie decides it’s time for Steve to take the reins and be her dance coach for a day. Antics and banter ensue (as well as g/t goodness!).

“Come on Steve!” Winnie shouted into the sleeping kaiju’s face. “Today’s training will be fun, I promise.”

“That’s what you said yesterday,” Steve grumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “My bruises have bruises at this point. Just five more minutes, okay?”

Winnie exhaled loudly. Being Steve’s wrestling coach wasn’t exactly the easiest job, but she was determined to make this work despite the monster’s laziness. The entire Jimbo Coyle Stadium and her father’s legacy was on the line if they didn’t pull through with this.

Using one of his horns as a lever, she clambered on top of the monster’s face until she was just below his jaw. Being this close to someone as large as Steve, or any monster for that matter, was always unnerving due to the drastic size differences. Steve alone was the size of a building and she looked like a mere insect compared to him.

But she didn’t let the size difference get in the way of her coaching, nor did any monster wrestler coach.

“It’s time to rise and shine!” she yelled, pulling on his bottom lip exposing rows of jagged teeth. “When your coach says it’s time to get up, it’s time to get up!”

Steve peeped open one eyelid to quickly glance at her tiny frame on his chin. “Yeah? Make me, shorty.”

“Shorty?” She narrowed her eyes. “At least I don’t have a colossal sized ass.”

“Hey! There is nothing wrong with my behind,” Steve grumbled, his voice vibrating through her bones. “My butt looks great, thank you very much.”

“Then get that butt into gear and get up!” she exclaimed, slapping his face (which she knew wouldn’t exactly do that much, but she still did it anyway).

“Alright, alright,” Steve replied, picking up Winnie in between his fingers and gently placing her onto the floor. The kaiju picked himself up and towered to his full height, casting an enormous shadow over Winnie.

“You said this was going to be fun today,” he said. “So, what’s the plan?”

A playful smirk danced on her lips. “Today, you are going to be the coach.”

Steve’s face melted into a puddle of confusion. “Huh – I’m – what? Are you alright?”

“Yes, I am,” she answered with a grin. “Since we both know you clearly have talent when it comes to dancing, and, well, I’m not exactly the greatest dancer, I was hoping you’d teach me some of your skills so I can help coach you better.”

“Wow, I seriously wasn’t expecting that,” he murmured, perplexed. “I could show you a thing or two, seeing as your dancing is…well…pretty shocking.”

Winnie furrowed her brows. “Thanks.”

“Well, it is the truth.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Let’s just get started.”

“First we need some good music,” he said. “You got that salsa playlist I recommended you?”

She pulled out her phone. “Got it.”

Music soon filled the training room, and immediately Steve started to get into the groove. Small earthquakes rattled through the floor at his enormous movements, and Winnie had trouble keeping her footing due to the tremors.

“The first thing with dancing is you can’t force it,” he said. “If you force it, it’ll look unnatural. You have to feel the rhythm and let it guide you.”

“Right, okay.” She finally found her footing in between Steve’s giant footfalls. She watched Steve’s massive frame move so effortlessly to the music; it was clearly very natural for him. Chewing her bottom lip, she tried to copy his movements. As energetic as her personality was, dancing wasn’t exactly something that came naturally to her.

“You’re, uh, doing something.” Steve suddenly leaned down to Winnie’s level. “I think I might need to step in here. Do you take partners?”

Winnie froze as she watched Steve press his index and middle finger into the ground, as if his hand was standing by itself. The hand ‘walked’ over to her and he extended his thumb.

“Care to dance?”

A chuckle escaped past her lips as she tentatively grasped onto his thumb. “Don’t mind if I do.”

“I think we’ll start with the basics,” he smiled. “Step forward left, then replace forward on the right.”

Steve’s fingers slowly moved forward and back, shifting the weight around on each finger. Winnie copied the movements. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere now.”

“Just remember to always change the foot from one weight to the other,” he commented. “You really need to put your weight into it.”

“Got it.”

A rush of happiness flowed through her as the two continued to dance. It was strange, normally she would be doing the coaching and instructing, but it was different being the trainee rather than the trainer. Especially since Steve, someone she had known since she was a child, was the one helping her. Not to mention she had never danced with someone this big before. It sure was strange to say the least.

“I think you’ve mastered the basics,” Steve rumbled. “Now let’s see if you can do the next step. Instead of moving your legs forward, move to the side.”

Steve’s fingers demonstrated the move; his fingers shifting from side to side.

“Side, replace, together. Side, replace, together.”

Sure enough, Winnie quickly found herself mastering the move. Her hips swaying from side to side to Steve’s instructions and the music.

“I guess you’re not so bad at dancing after all,” he grinned.

“Yeah, you better watch out, I might take that salsa crown of yours,” she smirked.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t get ahead of yourself. This is just the basics of all basics when it comes to salsa,” he chuckled. “You’ve got a very long road ahead of you until you get to my level.”

“Well, I would still watch out,” she said. “I’ve got a pretty good coach, too.”

A warm smile lit up along Steve’s features. “I could say the same thing – ow!”

“Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed, retracting her left foot. Somehow, she had managed to trample over Steve’s finger despite his finger being taller than her entire body. “I guess I just lost my footing. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” he chuckled softly. “Never thought I’d ever have a human stepping on my finger, that’s for sure.”

“I guess you could say I keep you on your fingers,” she grinned. “Instead of keeping you on your toes, it’s fingers because–”

“It’s okay, I get it.” He rolled his eyes. “Very funny.”

He continued to coach Winnie for another couple of hours. She soon discovered once he was in his element, it was almost impossible for the kaiju to break out of it.

“Now, for the next move, you’ll need–”

“Do you think we can call it a day?” Winnie puffed, not caring that she had cut him off mid-sentence, wiping the sweat that was beading on her forehead. She had not exactly anticipated to be this worn out from salsa training, especially with Steve as the coach.

Steve cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, is the wrestling coach all tuckered out? I seem to recall you making me train for even longer for wrestling. I thought we could go for a few more hours.”

Winnie’s face fell. “A few more hours!?”

“Just kidding!” he said, cracking a massive smile. “Oh, you should see the look on your tiny face! The utter dread and despair, it’s killing me!”

“I’m glad you find my misery so pleasing.”

“Come on, I never get to be the coach! It’s actually pretty fun, I can see why you do it now.”

She shook her head, a small grin tugged at the corner of her lips. “I’ll make sure to work you extra hard tomorrow.”

Now it was Steve’s turn for his face to turn sour. “No, you can’t be serious.”

She folded her arms over her chest, a smug grin plastered on her face. “Dead serious.”

“You are an evil little girl,” he muttered, scrunching up his nose.

“A true criminal mastermind,” she hummed. “Do you want to go get some Fro-yo?”

At the mention of the delectable frozen treat, the kaiju’s face shone like a beacon.

“Is that even a question? Of course!”

Half an hour later both Winnie and Steve had almost completely stuffed themselves full of Fro-yo. Steve had taken Winnie to an open field, just on the outskirts of Stoker, to lay down in the lush grass as they clutched their swollen bellies.

“We definitely went overboard on the Fro-yo,” Winnie spluttered, suppressing a burp.

“No such thing as too much dessert,” the giant monster gurgled. “But I may have eaten just a little too much.”

“Steve, you ate a tub of Fro-yo the size of a small car!”

“That’s pretty normal.”

“But that’s the largest size they had!”

Steve belched loudly, the piercing sound rupturing through Winnie’s tiny ears.

“Hey, could you burp a little louder next time? I think then my ears might actually explode.”

“Oops, sorry. Sometimes I forget how small you are.”

Winnie shifted onto her feet and began to climb upwards onto Steve’s massive frame. Cocking an eyebrow, the giant monster watched as the teenager scaled up his shoulder blade and made her way on top of his stomach.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” he chuckled softly.

“Getting comfortable,” she answered, lying down on the monster’s belly. “Your stomach is so soft. It’s great for my back.”

“Why would a girl as young as you have a bad back?” he asked. “It’s me who should have the bad back, not you.”

She flipped onto her stomach, fixing her gaze onto his. “It’s all that hunching over my study desk, that seriously messes up your back if you do it a lot.”

“That’s pretty concerning that your back is already screwed,” he muttered, his voice rumbling all around her.

A moment of silence passed between the human and kaiju.

“Hey, do you really think I’ve got what it takes for wrestling?” Steve said out of the blue, his face suddenly turned serious.

“Wait, really?” she said. “What makes you think that? You’re doing so well now that you’ve found your groove! I really think we can do this.”

“Do you really think that?” he persisted. “Or are you just saying that to make me feel better? You can be honest with me, Winnie.”

Winnie immediately rose to her feet and began marching along Steve’s massive stomach towards his head.

“Just what are you doing now?”

“Look here, mister,” she said firmly, both of her hands grasped firmly on his chin, her eyes locked with his. “I am being completely serious right now. I really do believe you have what it takes. Sure, your methods aren’t exactly the traditional method for wrestling, but who cares about that! The main thing is that you’re winning!”

“But I’m not sure I can keep this up,” he murmured. “I mean, who is going to take me seriously when I’m winning matches by dancing?”

“I thought you just wanted the money to pay back Lady Mayhem.”

“I – I – well, you see, um-”

“Hah! You are enjoying yourself.”

“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong-”

“I know when you’re lying.” She placed her hands on her hips with a very matter-of-fact look on her face.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, you got me. I do enjoy wrestling.”

“Hah! I knew it,” she smirked.

A loud, deep grumble suddenly interrupted the conversation. It sounded almost like another monster entirely.

“What the heck was that?!” Winnie exclaimed, glancing around to find the source of the monster that had made such a noise. “That has got to be another kaiju. It wasn’t you, right, Steve?”

“Heh, actually, it was me,” he admitted with a hint of embarrassment. “Well, it was my stomach to be exact.”

Winnie’s mouth gaped open in shock. “Wait, so you’re telling me you’re still hungry after all of that Fro-yo?”

“Hey, I’m a big guy!” Steve said. “My stomach is essentially bottomless at this point. I could really use a colossal sized burger.”

“And that why you have such a colossal sized ass.” She shook her head. “We really need to work on your diet more.”

“Hey, don’t bring my butt back into this!”

#prism writes #g/t #g/t writing #gianttiny #rumble 2021 #rumble

30 notes · View notes