#but I think I'll grab that venus when she's released

[lemoncrushh]

Stones T-Shirt

Summary: Commenting on Harry's Rolling Stones shirt at a party leads to going to a concert with him.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1200

A/N: A silly little blurb written in 2017. Originally an oc, edited to be a reader fic.

You'd commented on his Stones t-shirt at a party.

"Have you ever seen them?" he asked you an hour later when you were in the kitchen making a drink.

"Who?" you made a face, completely forgetting about your previous encounter.

Harry laughed, pointing at his shirt. "The Rolling Stones."

"Oh. No," you shook your head. "Never got to."

"Mmm, you should. Everyone needs to see them at least once."

"Well...next time I have an extra hundred or so burning a hole in my pocket, I'll buy a ticket."

"Hey Y/N, are you making me one of those?" your best friend Sheila asked as she entered in the kitchen.

"What am I, designated bartender?" you scoffed.

"Of course! Now hook me up!"

You shook your head as you began to mix her drink, just like you both knew you would. As you poured the liquor into the glass, Harry leaned against the counter.

"They're coming to town next week," he commented. "We should go."

You gave him the eye while you squeezed a slice of lime into Sheila's drink. For a second you thought you'd misheard him.

"We should?"

"Yeah," he smirked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You bit your lip as you handed Sheila her glass. "I'll think about it."

Sipping through her straw, Sheila nodded her head at you. You knew what she was trying to say, but you didn't care.

"Hmm," Harry sounded. "Well, while you think about it...maybe you can make me one of those?"

You glared at him, his cocky expression quickly making your defenses crumble. You chuckled and grabbed a fresh glass. "Sure."

Just then three more people walked in, catching you making Harry's cocktail.

"Yeah, I'll take one too, Y/N!" exclaimed Jordan.

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

"What the hell, who made me bartender?" you argued.

"Harry," Sheila winked.

"But you asked for a drink first," you pointed at her.

"So. He followed you in here first."

You looked at Harry whose mouth grew into a smile. You laughed as you handed him his glass and began making three more. By the time you passed them out to your customers, your own cocktail was watered down. Frowning, you took a sip anyway.

"So did you think about it?" asked Harry, placing his empty glass on the counter.

"Sorry?"

"The Stones concert."

"Oh. Um..."

As if it were a sign, "Start Me Up" began to play from the speakers in the next room. Harry and you both froze.

"Looks like they're playing our song," he chuckled.

"Oh for fucks sake, go out with him!" shouted Sheila.

You shook your head as the color rose to your cheeks. "Alright."

"You won't regret it," beamed Harry. "Everyone needs to see the Stones."

You both stood outside the outdoor venue watching the sun set. You could hear the drum beat of the opening band playing inside as the excitement began to fill your veins.

"So when should we go in?" you asked Harry.

"After sundown," he replied. "That's the best time. Not as many people trying to get in."

You nodded, a little disappointed you'd be missing the opening act, but then again you had no clue who they were anyway. Finally, when the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, Harry grabbed your hand.

"C'mon," he whispered. "This way."

You smiled and followed him up a ramp. You zig zagged through a maze of several barriers until you reached a fence.

"What are we doing?" you glared at him, confused.

"Waiting for the all clear," Harry muttered.

"Wait...what?"

He squeezed your hand and looked at you timidly. "I don't actually have tickets," he admitted.

"What? We're...we're sneaking in?"

"Yeah."

Releasing your hand from his, you felt your stomach plummet to your knees. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!" you shouted.

"Shh!"

"No, I won't shh! I'm out of here!"

"Y/N! Wait!" he grabbed your hand again just as you rounded the corner. "Please."

"You're insane," you grumbled.

"Trust me. We can do this. I've done it before."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better!" you threw up your hand.

Taking your other hand, Harry looked you in the eye. "Please."

With a defeated sigh, you followed him back to the fence. You watched as Harry carefully climbed over it, landing softly on the grass.

"C'mon," he beckoned.

With hesitation and a sour feeling in your gut, you reached up and grabbed the metal fence, sticking your shoe inside a hole to pull yourself up. When you reached the top, however, you got scared.

"I can't," you shook your head.

"Sure you can," said Harry, his arms out. "I'm right here. I'll catch you so you won't hit the ground."

"It's not that...I don't..."

"Swing your leg over."

Swallowing hard, you did as he said and you were able to climb post of the way down until he caught you in his arms.

"See?" he breathed in your ear. "We're okay."

Once again, you smiled at his use of the word "we".

"This way."

Your hand in his, you ran to another nearby barricade that wasn't as difficult to climb over. And that was when you saw the stage.

"Oh wow," you mouthed.

"Great innit?" Harry smiled.

You weren't close, in fact you were in the very back of the venue, behind the crowd that sat on the lawn. But somehow the thrill of it all made it worth it. Suddenly the lights went out and the audience went wild.

"Let's go over here," Harry gestured to the right and you weaved through several people until you stopped at an empty space between them.

You watched Mick Jagger strut across the stage in all his glory. Your stomach did a few flips until you found yourself cheering with the rest of the crowd. By the third or fourth song, you and Harry were dancing.

"This is so awesome!" you screamed at him as he grinned from ear to ear.

"Glad you came with me?" he leaned against you as the band went into "Angie".

"Glad? I could kiss you right now!"

You realized what you'd said the moment the last word dropped from your lips. Harry's smile faltered only slightly as his eyes shifted between your eyes and your mouth. Then tilting his head, he kissed you.

You weren't sure if it was the adrenaline still zipping through you from before, or just the mere sensation of his lips on yours, but that kiss was electric. You wound your arms around Harry's neck as he pulled you closer, your kiss deepening. You heard Mick asking "where will it lead us from here," and you found yourself wondering the same thing.

By the time the concert was over, you were wiping your cheeks of tears of joy.

"You okay?" Harry asked as he took your hand and you walked out of the venue with everybody else.

"Yeah," you nodded. "Yeah, more than okay. Thanks for that."

"Like I said, everyone should see them at least once."

"That's not what I mean."

Harry stopped and turned to look at you with question in his eyes.

"Thank you..." you said, "for the best night of my life."

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[mydear-corinthian]

Dirty Little Thoughts || Michael Gray

Synopsis: You and Michael can't control thinking about all the dirtiest thoughts you can think of each other. Pairing: Michael Gray x reader Warnings: SMUT (18+), dirty talk, breeding kink, p in v Notes: Rushed, not proofread, there will be grammatical errors. Click here to find the main masterlist. Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS masterlist.

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Your marriage to Michael Gray was the riskiest thing you had ever done. You understood how filthy, frightening, and menacing the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders were because you were born and raised in Birmingham. Michael appears to be a browbeat, tough, or frightening, and he is, but only when it comes to business. He was the complete opposite of himself. He was the nicest husband you could have, kind and caring..

You noticed that it was almost 6:00 PM when you looked at the clock. Since the party begins at 7:00, you still have time to get ready. It didn't take long for your blue silk dress to slip on. The dress flawlessly follows your curves. Shortly after, you arranged your hair and applied three quick strokes of the perfume Michael had given you while he was traveling in the US. Your lips were painted crimson lipstick, and your ears were adorned with gold earrings.

While touching up, Michael opened the door. He was already prepared. He was wearing his suit with his dark blue vest. His hair was styled the usual yet he looked even hotter. "You ready, love?" he asked. Grabbing your hips with his palms, making you close to him. His face brightened as he breathed in your perfume's fragrance. He wrapped his arms around your back and kissed your neck carefully, all the way up to your collarbone. You said with a low laugh, "Yes, I am."

Your body twisted so that you were facing him. His neck was found by your hands. You put your arms up against it and brought your lips together. The kiss was gentle, soft, and passionate until the kiss went deeper, steamy, and messy.

"My beautiful beautiful beautiful wife," Michael said in the middle of the kiss, his arm gripping your hips tighter.

Both of you craved for more, more than this but both of you knew you still needed to do something. You let go of the kiss. Both of you breathing heavily, trying to catch your breaths from the quick make-out session. "You look good but I prefer you taking it off." Chuckling, you said, "Mhm, but we still have a party to attend. We don't want to be late, do we?"

"Alright then. Let's go, love."

You both arrived on time for the party. Everyone was already at the venue, waiting for the party to start. The family was complete and Charlie's friends from school were there too. Polly noticed you and Michael arriving. She drew a breath from her long, black cigarette, closed it between her fingers, and released the toxic smoke. Polly approached you and greeted you both.

"Mum." Michael greeted, giving both of her cheeks a kiss. "Mrs. Gray." you shook her hands before giving her a short warm hug which thankfully, she accepted.

"Make yourselves comfortable. I'll just call Tommy," she said. Polly gave you both a smile before leaving the two of you alone.

A waiter bringing a full tray of champagne passed by and offered you both a drink. You took two glasses, giving one to Michael and one to yourself. You took a sip of your champagne and looked around. You were startled when you heard Michael mutter something to you while you felt a hot breath on the side of your neck.

"God, (y/n). I just want to fuck you already."

You nearly spitted your drink out of embarrassment. But you also wish you could do the same to Michael. It didn't help at all that your mind was racing with images of Michael taking you, praising you, and fucking you. You want to taste him right now, you want to kiss him on the spot.

You had a deep desire for him,

you can't control it anymore.

"Michael .. I can't take it anymore.." you begged. Your eyes pleading, your hands roam around his chest, caressing it with your fingers. He whispered again in your ear, "Let's go. I know a room." He took your arm and dragged you to the second floor of the house. Tommy's house was not a joke- it was big. You felt like there were thousands of rooms inside the house. Michael noticed there weren't any guests or family members on the second floor, making him drag you and open a door on the last room of the floor.

Once the both of you entered the room, he locked it immediately. He grabbed your face harshly, his lips meeting yours. You stumbled back until you felt the wall on your back. You grabbed his hair, crumpling it. The kiss was messy, fast, and hungry. Both of you want and are so eager for each other's taste. You felt pleasured but you were still craving for more. You want to take him. Claim him. Make you his. "More Michael, please," you pleaded. "You're lucky I want more too."

Michael carried you in bridal style before placing you gently on the bed. The making-out continued even on the bed. "You won't be needing this." he removes your blue gown quickly, leaving you in your undergarments. His lips went lower and lower with every kiss. His lips found your neck, kissing and sucking it harshly, enough to mark you.

You arched your back in pleasure, letting out a soft moan. Your hands gripped his hair tighter. He continued kissing you until he was kissing your inner thigh. Your slick found his finger, rubbing his finger into yours slowly, feeling how wet you were down there. "Very wet for me, huh?" he commented. You gasped, "Michael, please .. I need you," His hand unbuckled his leather belt and removed his trousers, tossing it on the floor. The huge bulge can be seen from his undergarment. He, then, removes his undergarment, leaving him with nothing on but his top. Michael aligned his shaft to your entrance, giving it a nice brush before pushing himself inside you.

He was massive. Your walls were stretching on the size of his shaft. You moaned out loud and he immediately covered your mouth with his palm, shushing you. He pulled out slowly before pushing back in again. This pace remained for a few thrusts before his pace became faster and faster.

"Oh god!" you moaned loudly, grabbing the sheets, curling them with your fingers.

The pleasure was immeasurable. His cock was driving you insane. Your eyes rolled in pleasure, arching your back.

"What a good girl. Taking my cock so well." Michael praised. His hands grab both of your arms and place in above you. Your arms were locked by his hand. You felt nothing but ecstasy. Your breasts bounce with every thrust he makes. Your mouth lets out a series of nasty moans. His cock hitting every spot there was inside you.

"D-don't stop!"

His pace fastened and fastened. Feeling a knot in your stomach, you knew you were close. Your walls clenched his huge shaft. He knew you were close. "I'm so - so close, Michael. 'Gonna cum," He didn't stop, he just kept on going. Abusing your pussy with his dick. His cock twitched inside of you, he was close too.

"Take all of it, love. Take me," he said in between thrusts. He let out groans and moans. His head rolled backward. Your grip on the sheets was so tight, that the bedsheet crumpled. You finally came, moaning his name out loud. A few more sloppy thrusts were made before he came inside of you. His body collapsed on top of you, he was still inside you. You felt his hot liquid inside you.

After a few seconds, he pulled out. His cum dripped inside your hole.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Michael."

You looked at the clock, it was 5 minutes before 6:00 PM. "Oh shit. The party's going to start." The both of you quickly wore your clothes again, fixing the bed right away before leaving the room. Polly noticed you and Michael going down the stairs. She curiously asked what happened and you just replied, "I was just having very serious period cramps, Polly. No need to worry."

THE END

[kissingkiszka]

The Sweet Symphony - Chapter Five: Pool Table Trouble

Jake Kiszka X Reader series

Words: 4.5k+ (they’re gradually getting longer)

Summary: After attending the Starcatcher album release party, you and Jake feel a certain kind of tension lingering in the air, one that grows deeper over a game of pool.

CW: MDNI, 18+, SMUT, p in v, sexual tension, drinking, cursing, jealousy, fighting, playing pool, suggestive touching, flirting, teasing, use of pet names, praise k!nk, hickeys, degradation k!nk, finger!ng, fem receiving oral, fluff, i think that’s it?

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Jake’s POV

I had been at the venue for a few hours now, impatiently waiting for y/n to show up. I couldn't wait to see her. I had been thinking about her ever since our breakfast the other day. The event started 30 minutes ago, and people were still piling in. I had already hung out with a few fans, but nothing major had happened yet. And that's when it felt like time had stopped. There she was. It was just me and her. I needed to show her a good time tonight, to show her I'm in this for real. I'm truly into her. She looked so beautiful. She was wearing thigh high black boots, a black faux leather miniskirt, and a black lacy bra top. God, I just wanted to take that top off of her. She looked so breathtaking with it on, but I know it would look even better on my bedroom floor.

Y/N's POV

You notice Jake across the bar. His wandering eyes are accompanied by a large smirk. He's wearing black dress pants and only the last three buttons were buttoned up on his dark blue dress shirt. Three necklaces hung from his neck, decorating his open chest.

"It's nice to see you y/n, you look...so gorgeous."

"You look pretty fine yourself, Kiszka," you slightly readjust his chains, goosebumps forming from your touch on his chest.

A smile begins to grow on his face.

You see his eyes trail down your body, stopping near your chest and traveling back up meeting you at your eyes.

"Would you care for a drink? it's on me." Jake asked.

"Of course."

You walk over to the bar, Jake leading you there. You felt eyes all over you. We're you that big of a deal? You really never had this much attention before. You stand at the bar, waiting for someone to take your order. As you're about to speak, you are cut off by the man next to you.

"She'll have an old fashioned."

You were shocked at his memory from the other night, but your mind got the best of you. The bartender walked away and he turned to you with an impressive look on his face, almost like he was waiting for some praise on what he just did.

"I actually wanted a lemon drop martini."

A look of worry came over his face until he heard a chuckle escape your lips.

"I'm just joking Jake, lighten up."

He snapped back to his regular demeanor, and you notice he couldn't take his eyes off of you. You continue to take a look at him and your eyes are stopped by his waist. You see an outline of his growing hardness through his pants.

"My eyes are up here, y/n"

"So are mine, Jake." You mocked back to him.

Just then, a man who looked similar to Jake grabbed his shoulder and yanked him up towards the stage. He gives you a small wave as he follows behind his brother.

In the distance, he mouths to you "I'll be right back." And he disappeared from your view.

A few moments later, the lights went dark. Fans gathered around the small stage. When the lights turned back on, the 4 boys were standing there. The crowd cheered, and Jake gave you a subtle wink.

As you see Jake up on the stage, you can't help but let your mind wander. The opened button down shirt revealing his smooth chest made you want to know what your skin would feel like pressed against his.

The boys begin to talk and introduce themselves.

the man who previously dragged Jake up on stage grabs the mic first. "WHO'S READY TO HAVE A GOOD NIGHT?"

You remember hearing that he had a twin brother, but you couldn't remember if it was him or the other long haired boy beside him.

He handed the mic to Danny. You had recognized him from the FaceTime call the other night. "We worked so hard on this album and we hope you all enjoy it as much as we do."

"We're so glad you guys get to be the first to hear it! Let's get this show on the road!" The other sibling with long hair leaned on and spoke on the microphone. He clapped his hands together and the music began to play. They all looked so similar despite only three of them being related.

As the music began the boys dispersed back into the crowd, and Jake met back up with you.

"You aren't much of a talker." You welcomed Jake back over.

He lets out a little laugh, sitting down at the bar. You join him, sitting on the barstool next to him.

"I've never really gone out of my way to be the front man, my brother usually does that for me."

"Well, I still think you should speak up more, you have a very attractive voice, Jake." You take another sip of your drink and notice a smirk appear across his face.

"You have a very attractive voice too, y/n." He reaches over, moving a strand of hair from your face. He admires you for a moment. "I'm just letting you know, somebody is gonna have to steal me away. We have to do individual press interviews. I'll be thinking about you the whole time though."

Jake motions over to the bartender.

"I'll have a Jack Daniels please." Jake notices you're getting low on your drink. "and another Old Fashioned for my date please."

Your eyebrows shoot up and you look over at Jake with a wide grin across his face.

"Date?" you questioned.

"Well, what do you want me to call you?" he asked in a condescending tone

You had thought about it in your head, you didn't quite know what you would call it. I mean, you're two grown adults with each other at an event. I guess that's what you would consider a date?

"Yeah I guess I'm your date. If you want me to be."

"Why wouldn't I want a gorgeous woman as my date?"

He stares at you again, his eyes not leaving you for even a millisecond.

A bodyguard taps him on the shoulder, whispering in his ear that somebody from the press is there and it's time for him to be interviewed.

"I'll be right back, love." With a little squeeze of your thigh he was off and you were left alone sitting at the bar.

You sat there wondering what to do while he was gone. There wasn't much to do other than wait for him to return back. As your eyes wander across the room, you notice a long haired man that was up on stage earlier in the night. He began to approach you.

"What are you doing here all alone?" He questioned.

"Just waiting for someone, and you are?" You had recognized the man from the band but didn't know who he was.

"I'm Sam, I play bass and keys for the band."

"I'm y/n, it's nice to meet you." You reach out to shake his hand, and his large hand has a firm grip around yours.

"You want anything? A drink? It's on me." he smiled, but you politely shook your head no.

"I already have one, thanks though."

It was obvious there was a sort of tension in the air. "How are you enjoying the album so far?"

"It's good, I've never listened to you guys before." You politely smile. "I mainly came here for someone else."

"Well, that someones a bit of an idiot for leaving such a pretty girl here by herself." he cocks his head to the side. "Where is this supposed date anyway?"

As he says that, you see a figure coming up behind him. An arm wraps around Sam. It's Jake.

"So, Sammy, I see you've met my date." He grabs your hand, interlocking his fingers in yours. "I wouldn't be doing that if I were you."

"You brought her?" Sam's eyebrows jolted up in shock. "This is the girl you've been obsessing over?"

Jake's cheeks got bright red. "What's that supposed to mean, Sammy boy?" his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squinted with anger.

"Well, I never expected you to bring such a babe as your date."

"I don't know if you have the privilege of calling her that, seeing how you just met her a few minutes ago." he started to raise his voice.

"And how long have you known her? A week, maybe? Huh, Jakey?"

You watched as Jake's jaw tightened and his fists clenched. Jake was fuming, and you loved it. You loved seeing him get so possessive and defensive over you. It was even turning you on a little bit. He opened his mouth to defend you, but you cut him off.

"I don't see how this is any of your business, Sam." You grab Jake's hand, pulling him closer. "And by the way, I think it's time for your interview. Bye, bye, Sam." you whip around, pulling Jake with you.

After Sam is out of your vicinity, Jake turns to you. You can see he's still livid from what just went down.

"Im sorry, I didn't know it was gonna get like that."

"Its okay, I dont blame you." he runs his hand up and down your thigh in a forgiving manner. "Sam knew what he was doing." he paused for a moment, thinking. "But you should know, that while you're my date, you're mine. no one else's."

You were shocked. You didn't think he had this kind of side to him. As you continued to drink through the night, listening to the music, and carrying casual conversations, you couldn't stop staring at his lips and thinking about the various things he could do with them. Jake brought you over to the rest of the band to finish out the night together.

"For those who haven't met her yet" Jake shoots Sam a snarky look, "this is my date, y/n."

Danny's face lit up. "Its nice to meet you in person, and not just over facetime."

Josh smiles, bringing you into a warm embrace. "Make sure Jake treats you right. If not, call me up. I'll whip some sense into that small brain of his."

You laughed, nodding your head.

"Trust me, there's only one brain between the two of us. And we all know who got it." he laughs, pointing to his temple.

Friendly conversation continued for a while longer before Danny invited you for a quick game of pool. However, Sam stayed silent as he sulked at the bar.

"Me and Josh versus Jake and y/n." Danny hands you the cues and returns to set up the table.

Jake turns to you, whispering in your ear. "Are you any good?"

Josh clapped his hands together, signaling for the game to start.

"I don't know, I haven't really played before." You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't be too mad.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you through it." Jake led you up to the table, ready for him to break the balls.

As he leaned over the table, you watched as his shirt tightened, his back muscles peeked through the fabric of his shirt.

He lined up his cue with the balls in the middle of the table. Bringing his arm back, he struck dead in the middle of the white ball, hitting it directly into the tip of the triangle. A solid red ball hit into the back left pocket. He followed through and slowly brought his body back up with an impressed look on his face.

He walked beside you, waiting for you to compliment him on what he just did.

"Are you ready?" He asked in a self-assured manner.

He had a confident look on his face. He knew what he was doing and you could tell. The way he carried himself was attractive, and you couldn't help but wonder how confident he would be in other situations.

He pulled your waist closer to him with one hand, directing you on where you need to stand. He slightly bent you over the table, making your mind go crazy.

"So, put your left hand at the top of the stick directing where you want to hit the ball," You feel his body against yours, mirroring you. "And your right hand should be bent right here, this is how you'll hit the stick forward."

You were barely doing anything, just letting him take control of your body. Your mind was focused on other things...

Like his cock pressed against your ass.

You knew he could feel it too. When he pushed himself forward to hit the ball you could feel a thrust onto you, letting you let out the faintest whimper.

Oh my god.

You hope he didn’t hear that.

You couldn't take this. You needed him badly. You shook your mind out of it and realized that the ball hadn't gone in.

As soon as you both stood up you heard Josh scream immediately. "Aw man. Better luck next time! Now it's our turn."

As Josh and Danny prepare their game plan, you take a seat on one of the bar stools, Jake standing behind you.

You look back at him. "Sorry I didn't get it in, I was a little distracted."

"By what, darling?" He pushed your hair back behind your ears.

"Oh, nothing." You nodded your head, half embarrassed and half turned on.

"No, I think it was something, y/n, I heard the noise you made when the ball was shot."

Your face went red.

He lightly pulled your face back, making you look directly at him. "But I would be lying if I said I wasn't distracted either, so what was it?"

You sat there in silence not saying anything.

"That's okay" he leans down to your ear so only you can hear. "You may not have gotten it in, but I know I will later." He walks away with a chuckle leaving you there dumb founded.

Jake's POV

I walk away from her with my cock still throbbing. I needed to play it cool, but now I know she feels what I feel. I know she wants it as bad as I do.

As I walk towards the boys, Josh pulls me next to him.

"Are you going to at least pretend like you're not busting in your pants over her?" Josh grabbed my shoulder, whispering into my ear.

I hit Josh in the stomach taking my pool stick. I took a good shot getting the blue ball into the right pocket giving y/n an easy shot for her turn. I motion her over so she can go. She still looks flustered, but I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on.

"Remember what I told you, y/n." I remind her, making her flush even more.

She took the stick and was trying to see how to line up her shot. I wanted her to do it on her own so I didn't intervene just sitting back watching her. She looked sexy in her outfit tonight, that leather skirt hugged her in all the right places, but it wasn't covering much. As she bent over the bottom of her ass stuck out of her skirt, her lacy thong poking out.

I don't know how much more I could take. She knew what she was doing, she looked back to see if I was watching.

"Am I good Jake?" She asked innocently.

Fuck, all I could do was nod. She turned her head back around, beginning to take her shot. She hit, and somehow it went in. She was jumping for joy and dancing around, cheering for herself in a tipsy manner.

She came over pushing the stick into me, "Try and top that, Jakey." I grabbed the stick that was pushed against my chest. Her hand trailed down on me letting go of the stick, getting lower until she lightly brushed over my cock.

With that she walked back to the bar stool with a smirk. She knew what she was doing, and I had no problem with it.

Y/N's POV

Half an hour later, and the game was over. Danny and Josh won due to the fact that they were mostly sober. You would be lying if you said you didn't drink a lot. But you were fully aware of what was happening.

The night was full of sexual tension, everyone around you had seen what was happening between you and Jake. the touching, the flirting, the teasing, it was all too much. Even though it was you and Jake against Danny and Josh you and Jake had some type of competition going between the two of you. It had just built the tension.

The night had ended and people were clearing out, slowly but surely.

"Well, I think it's about time we head out." Danny picks up his car keys, dangling them in the air. "Coming, Jakey?"

"I'm gonna stay back here with y/n for a little bit longer." Jake slips his dominant hand around your waist, slightly gripping you. "Might stay the night." He gives you a certain suggestive look.

"Okay, you two have fun." Josh playfully pats you on the back as he passes by. He leans in your ear and whispers. "Remember what I told you!"

As you hear the footsteps walk away towards the door, you hear a shout in the distance. "Make smart choices, kiddos!" It was Josh once again.

You turned back to Jake to laugh at his twin's funny comment, but he wasn't laughing. Infact, his eyes were full of lust. The hand that was once on your waist was now gliding down your backside, traveling lower, and lower. He begins to give you soft, light kisses, eventually picking up the pace to hard, rough kisses. However, he quickly pulls away before anything can get serious.

"So, you wanna tell me what really happened between you and Sam?" He stepped closer, his eyes unforgiving.

"Nothing happened, Jake. Trust me."

"I don't know, you seemed pretty happy over there with him."

"Yeah, he was nice. I was just trying to get to know him."

"Don't make me have to find out for myself. Just tell me, it's the easy option."

"I promise you, nothing happened!" You began to raise your voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me, you little brat." He takes a step forward, and you take a large step back. "I guess I'll have to fuck the answer out of you."

Just then, you tried to take another step back, but you bumped into the pool table instead. He takes another large step towards you, his body towering over yours. He lightly, but forcefully pushes you into the table. You were speechless. Although your panties were already wet before, now they were soaked. He hoisted you up onto the table, your legs dangling off the side. At a slow pace, he began to spread your legs.

His large hands slowly run up your thighs, leading to your throbbing core.

"Already so wet for me? Huh, darling?"

All you could do was let out a small whimper.

"Use your words, y/n." He commanded as he pulled your panties down to your ankles.

You couldn't manage to get anything out. You squeezed your thighs together, needing friction.

"I said use your words. Spit it out, princess."

"What if somebody sees us?" You stop him before he begins to spread your legs even farther.

"No one's here. So, tell me." He continues, starting to lift up your skirt just a tiny bit.

"I'm so wet for you, Jake."

"That's right, only for me." He lowers his face, so his eye view is right against your pussy. He takes you all in for a moment, admiring his view. He looks up at you with beady eyes, waiting for a sign of your approval.

You give him a frantic nod, needing him immediately.

He begins to trace his huge fingers over your slit. They glide smoothly from your wetness.

"So, so wet baby, I can't wait to taste you."

He slowly brings his finger over your clit rubbing it in slow circles. You couldn't help yourself and let out a moan. He looks up at you with satisfaction, he knows he has full control over your mind and body.

You begin to moan louder and louder as he circles your clit faster.

He pulls his hand back. "I think it's about time we see what that beautiful pussy tastes like."

His large hands grips at your inner thighs, his head going down, disappearing between your legs.

His tongue finally made contact with your folds.

"Jake, your tongue feels so good." you practically crumble under his touch, right then and there.

His tonguey makes its way to your clit, swirling back and forth.

"Jake!" You cry out. Your hands fly to his head, clutching onto his hair.

"You like that, sexy mama?" He asks, his mouth full of your slick.

A small "mhm" was all you could manage to get out. A special kind of heat was building inside of you and needed to be released. "Jake, I'm about to-" you whine.

"Not yet, sweetheart." He pulls away from you. He wipes his mouth and gives you a seductive smirk. Sweat is beading at his forehead. Strands of his long hair stick to his forehead and neck.

He begins to unbutton his pants, his large hard cock slaps against his stomach as he pulls it out. He runs it up and down your folds, teasing you even more.

"I want you to tell me who this dripping wet pussy belongs to." He says, still teasing you.

"Please, Jake." You whispered. "Please."

"Hm?" His demeanor made it seem like he wasn't going to let up anytime soon.

"You, Jake. It belongs to you." You moaned. "Only you."

"Good girl." He groaned. As soon as he said that, he slipped his pulsating cock into your sopping cunt. "Oh fuck, y/n."

"You're mine." He moans through gritted teeth as he moves in and out inside of you.

His nose crinkled and his eyes squinted as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. He throws his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. He brings his head back up and bends down. His lips meet your neck, and then travel to your chest. He's leaving hickeys all over your body.

"You're marked as mine now." He smiles lovingly, but at the same time he had a dark manner to him. His fingers dig into your hips as he continues to pound into you.

Your eyes squint as you let out a loud moan that fills the air. "Jake."

Jake grabs your chin, holding your face steady. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to see me while I fuck you stupid."

You opened your eyes to see his deep brown eyes staring into yours. He was taking you all in. His motions started to become sloppy, as he continued to fuck you.

"y/n" he cried out, throwing his head back once more. This time you felt him come undone inside of you. You felt yourself fill up with his load. "Come for me." He kept going until you released as well.

The waves of fire begin to form in your lower stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to see stars.

"Fuck!" You whimpered, finishing all over his cock.

You certainly didn't expect this to be how your first time with him would go, but you weren't disappointed by any means.

He collapsed onto the pool table right beside you.

"That was...amazing." He sighed, catching his breath. "You were...amazing."

You watched as his chest slowly rose and fell.

"I hope you know that I don't want Sam. I only ever wanted you." You told him, watching as he began to stand back up.

"Oh, I know." He chuckled. He made his way over to the bar, grabbing a clean rag. You continued to lay there as he wiped you down. "I just wanted an excuse to fuck you. Plus, now you know you're mine."

"I know it was our first time together but..." You nodded in agreement. "It was perfect." You slid your thong back up your legs.

"Hell yeah it was. Almost as perfect as you." He held out his hand for you to take, stabilizing you on the ground. Your legs were still quivering, but you managed to walk.

He continued to hold onto you. "What do you say we go back to my place and get cleaned up?"

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A/N: sexual content.

DECEMBER 1ST

The first show of the tour starts tonight, and I was already exhausted just from the bus ride alone. We left at the ass crack of dawn yesterday, which was the day after Thanksgiving, and I was barely able to sleep from not only the motion of the bus, but how late the guys stayed up doing God only knows what. They were loud as all Hell, and I was beginning to think I made a mistake joining them for a couple days.

On top of all that, I was constantly checking my phone for updates from Juliana, as if the place would burn down suddenly overnight. This was the first time leaving the bakery in the hands of someone else, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about it. I had to keep reminding myself that Jules had been there since the first day I opened the shop; she knew the ins and outs of the place, so deep down I knew that she would be fine.

But I still had that nagging feeling that something would go wrong.

We arrived in Dallas a little after 8 in the morning, and Noah had to practically drag me out of the bus to grab breakfast with him and the guys. As much as I loved breakfast, I still found myself slumped against his shoulder while we sat and waited for our food to be served, fighting to keep my eyes open.

I flinched and jerked my head back when something hit me in the forehead, my eyes now wide open. "What's up with you, Liv?" I hear Folio ask, noting the straw wrapper that was now sitting in my lap. I huffed in aggravation, glaring at him before flipping him off. He had a plastic straw dangling from the smirk growing on his lips, which made me roll my eyes. "Fuck off, you know damn well y'all kept me up with your shenanigans last night." He snickered, "Welcome to the tour life." I inhaled deeply and sat up straight, my lips puckered in anger, "I swear to God, Nick—" "Folio," Noah scolds him, enticing a quick 'sorry' from him.

"I'm not in the mood for this," I grumbled, starting to scoot out of the booth to distance myself, only to be stopped by Noah placing his hand on my thigh. "Easy," he says quietly, sliding his hand to my inner thigh and giving me a squeeze. "C'mere." I huffed and returned to my original position with my head on his shoulder. "I know you're tired, and I'm sorry we kept you up, love. I'll get a hotel room after breakfast so you can get some rest before the show, how's that sound?" he asks me in a hushed tone. "No, you don't need to spend the money. I'll just burrow myself into the bunk," I mumbled, closing my eyes again. "You sure?" he questions, his hand inching further up my thigh. "We can be alone after the show, no one to bother us," he counters, his voice low and gravelly, sending a chill down my spine.

My body begins to respond to his touch, heat simmering low in my stomach when his fingers brush against the center inseam of my jeans. I snatched his wrist to keep him from continuing any further, and he chuckles, clearly amused by my reaction. The nerve of him to do this right in front of the guys, at a family diner of all places, and while knowing that I'll be thinking about it all fucking day. "Fine," I agreed, just as our food made it out to the table. He presses a kiss to my head and releases his hold on my leg, leisurely dragging his fingers across my thigh before bringing his hands to the table to dig into his food.

This was going to be a long week.

-

Noah kept true to his words after breakfast and did book a hotel room not too far from the venue, even though I still felt it was unnecessary. By that point I was too tired to even argue about it; all I wanted was sleep, especially before the show. I can't remember the last time I've been to a concert, and I just knew I'd be wiped out afterwards.

Much to my surprise, I did feel refreshed when I woke up from my nap. I skipped the shower knowing I'd just be a sweaty mess later in the night and took the time to do my makeup since I never really wear anything other than mascara. I did a quick smokey-eye and paired it with a deep red lip color.

I was a little hesitant pulling out the outfit I had planned for the evening, though. I was stepping completely out of my comfort zone with what I chose, but something was compelling me to give Noah that 'wow’ factor—something new and possibly exciting. It wasn't anything scandalous, but it was different from my normal jeans-and-a-T-shirt everyday attire.

I stepped into a pair of fishnets, followed by a black high-rise skirt that stopped about mid-thigh. When I dug out the shirt and held it in front of me, I cringed from the pang of guilt I had from cutting the collar into a V since it was one of Noah's band tees, but with a shrug I threw it on—I’m sure he’d forgive me. I tied it just above the skirt, exposing a sliver of my midsection, then slipped on a pair of Vans and checked myself out in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize my own reflection, but the outfit did look good. I chuckled to myself, just imagining his reaction, and made my way towards the venue.

I texted him to let him know I was on my way over, to which he responded by telling me to meet him at the bus. I wish I had a camera for the look on his face when he saw me; he did a double take, not registering that it was me standing by the bus at first. We locked eyes as he closed the distance between us, and I could see them glimmering with desire as he curled his fingers in the belt loops on my skirt, tugging me towards him.

"What on earth are you wearing?" he asks with a devious smirk playing on his lips, his voice low. I let out a quick breath when our bodies collided. "Clothes," I replied sarcastically, snaking my hands around his neck and locking my fingers together. "Smartass," he chuckles. "Is that my shirt?" I glanced down at the shirt briefly, noting how much cleavage I was actually revealing before bringing my gaze back up to him. "Mine now," I claimed with a wink.

His brows rise in bewilderment, only for his face to fall into an impish grin, his eyes darkening as he leers at me. One hand releases its grasp on my belt loop, reaching up to take hold of my chin—light enough to where I knew he was still being playful, but firm enough where I knew he was taking charge. He tilts my head further towards him as he looms over me, fire raging in his eyes. "Is that so?" My mouth goes dry by the way he looks at me, paired with the feeling of his erection growing against my stomach. The heat from earlier this morning returns and pools low within me, simply from the fact of how turned on he was.

I knew I had to stop before we took things too far and got charged with public indecency.

And yet, I couldn't stop myself from continuing. I laced my fingers into his hair and gave him a little tug, letting out a throaty laugh, "What are you gonna do about it?" He groans quietly and starts to walk me backwards until I feel the chill of steel flush against my back. "Oh, I'll show you what I'm gonna do about it," he mutters, his breath dancing across my face. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth, biting down as his fingers tightened slightly on my jaw, eagerly waiting for him to make his move.

He ruts his hips into me, and I couldn’t help the sharp breath that I took, his actions taking me by surprise. He keeps his lips a mere centimeter away from mine that were still parted from my gasp—his breath was warm as it crawled into my mouth with each exhale, tempting me. All I wanted was to taste him, even just a little bit, and he knew it. He knew how much this drove me nuts, not being able to get what I wanted, unable to move my face towards him from the hold he had on my jaw.

I can see the amusement in his eyes, twinkling mischievously as he lets out a short hum, “Later." He then chuckles sardonically and gives me a chaste kiss before letting go of my face and backing away. “Gotta head back to the green room for a bit.” “You fucker,” I scoffed, pushing myself off the side of the bus. He shoots me a lopsided grin, extending his hand for me to take. “It’s what you get for ruining my shirt.”

I wanted to retort with a sly comment about him causing me to ruin my panties but thought better of it. Instead, I sighed and combed a hand through the front of my hair before taking his hand in mine. “Yeah, yeah. I guess that’s fair,” I mumbled as he guided me through the back entrance of the venue.

He weaved us through the halls, eventually bringing us in to what I assumed was the green room. I took a gander around the area, noting that there was a mirror that ran against the whole length of the far wall, a countertop settled in front of it with miscellaneous items scattered about. There were two leather couches on either side of the room, pressed up against the chestnut-colored walls where Jolly sat with his feet up on the coffee table, beer in one hand and his phone in the other. Folio sat beside him, drumming against the practice pad in his lap. Nick Ruffilo and Bryan were off to the side, next to a table that held various snacks and beverages, deep in conversation about God only knows what.

“So, this is the green room. Make yourself comfortable, we've got a little while til we go on," Noah says once he shuts the door, urging me forward with a hand at the small of my back. “This is the green room?” I questioned, looking up at him with a straight face. “It’s not even green.” I tried to stifle my laugh the best that I could while Noah blinked at me several times, dumbfounded, probably trying to gauge whether I was joking or not.

“‘It’s not even green’ she said,” Nick repeats with a laugh. I looked over at him; he was shaking his head at me while Bryan did the same, chuckling. I snorted and glanced back at Noah, "They can't even see in color and knew that I was joking. I wish you could've seen the look on your face." "Shut it," he rolls his eyes with smirk, pushing me playfully by the shoulder.

I snickered and made my way over to the table where Nick and Bryan were, giving them a hug each before grabbing a bottled water and a bag of chips. I made myself comfortable on the vacant couch with Noah following suit; I crossed my legs and leaned into him, digging into my snack as he draped an arm over my shoulders.

There’s a low whistle, and I look up from my bag of chips to see that Jolly no longer had his face buried into his phone but was instead looking at me. “Looking good, Oliv,” he compliments, his accent heavy on the nickname he recently started using for me. “Something different, but it’s nice.” “Holy shit.” The rhythm Folio had going on the practice pad falters, one drumstick clattering to the floor as he stares at me in awe. “Yeah, Liv. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you show that much skin before, you look h—ow!” He starts to comment, only to have Jolly jab him in the side with his elbow, shutting him up.

I feel Noah’s body tense, his arm tightening around my shoulders. “Pick your mouth up off the floor, Nick, or I’ll pick it up for you,” he grumbles, his hand closing into a fist as it rested on my shoulder. My eyes widen in shock from his words, and I glance up at him, seeing an unusual scowl strewn across his face. His darkened eyes were zeroed in on Folio and his jaw was ticking with anger. I sat up straight and uncrossed and recrossed my legs anxiously, the tension in the room heavy.

I’ve never seen him act this way towards the guys—was Noah jealous?

I turned towards him and rested a hand on his chest, hoping to ease him. “Noah, stop,” I said quiet enough so only he could hear. “They’re just being friendly.” He huffs through his nose while abruptly standing, leaving me to catch myself from falling flat against the couch cushions. He stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The whole room froze.

“Was it something I said?” Folio asks timidly. I turned my attention to him, shaking my head at him in disbelief. “Clearly, you fucking moron,” I grumbled, standing up to trail after Noah. I had to jog to catch up to him, with him nearly disappearing into the shadows of the hallway.

“Hey,” I greet him gently, putting a hand on his arm to stop him from going any further. “The guys didn’t mean anything by what they said, Noah, you know that—” “How do you know that?” He snaps, spinning towards me. “Folio was practically drooling over you!” His brows were cinched together, his breathing heavy with anger radiating from him. Normally this type of behavior from him would make me apprehensive, but I was beginning to find this quite amusing. “Noah Sebastian,” I say, folding my arms over my chest as a smirk spread across my face. “Are you jealous?”

His face softens briefly, the scowl melting away as my question sunk in. He shakes his head with bewilderment, pulling his brows together again. “No, absolutely not. I just don’t want them making comments like that,” he says with conviction, but I caught the pink tinge spreading on his cheeks. “Mmm, sure you’re not,” I teased, stepping closer so I could lace my hands behind his neck. “It’s okay, I kinda like it,” I whispered sardonically with a wink. He plants his hands on my hips, “I’m not jealous,” he reiterates, giving me a firm squeeze. “They just need to know what’s mine is mine.”

I see this fierceness, this animosity flash in his eyes, and I knew I was starting to get under his skin, but I couldn’t stop myself from taunting him. Something about his demeanor was enthralling, causing this excitement to course through me. There was an eagerness of wanting to see what he would do next—I had to keep going, I had to see how far I could take this.

“Oh?” I raise a brow at him, “And what exactly is yours?” A low growl sounds from him as he backs me up against the wall, a huff escaping me as he pressed me to it. “You. You’re mine, Olivia.” He takes hold of my chin, bringing my face towards his while he locks eyes with me, “And I’ll make sure you don’t forget it.” The poise in his actions left me breathless, arousal simmering deep in my stomach. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling myself begin to throb just imagining how he intended to ‘make sure I don’t forget it’. I take a staggering breath in, “How?”

He pulls the corner of his mouth into a devious smirk, a low chuckle escaping him. He lets go of my chin and takes my hands from around his neck, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other skims down my navel. Excitement flutters in my belly when he drags his fingers leisurely down to my thigh, gliding to where my legs met, still tightly pressed together. “Spread them,” he growls.

I do as he says, swallowing harshly. My skirt bunched up as he brought his hand further up my thighs, grazing his fingertips by the hem of my panties, teasing me. I was panting with anticipation, impatiently waiting for him to soothe the throbbing ache I had for him.

He runs his fingers over the front of me, and his eyes flicker with satisfaction. I know he feels how damp my thong is, I know he feels the warmth of my core. He snakes his fingers through the fishnets and pulls the fabric to the side, dipping his fingers into my wetness. My back instinctively arches with the expectancy of him touching me.

“Oh fuck, Liv,” he groans and retracts his hand, holding it up to show me the slick webbing between his fingers. “Did I do this to you?” I nodded, biting my lip to hinder the whimper forming in my throat from escaping. “Then my work here is done,” he says matter-of-factly, releasing his hold on my arms and taking a step back. “What? Noah,” I whined from his denial. “You can’t just do this to me for the second time tonight.” “Second?” His face perks up in feigned surprise. “You mean this happened at the bus, too?” He smirked, then laughed when all I did was glower at him. “What? Not adequate enough?” “You’re such an asshole,” I grumbled, tugging my skirt back into place before brushing past him to retreat to the green room.

He snatches my wrist, pulling me flush against his body and grinds his hips into me—I can feel his erection pressing into my backside. “So, you want me to show you that you’re mine?” His voice was low in my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine as it brushed against my neck. “Yes,” I breathed and leaned into him, my eyes falling shut. “I want you to show me that I’m yours, and you are mine.” He lets out a quick ‘hm’, and I feel his cock twitch from my words. “I can do that,” he chuckles. “Down the hall, take a left. Go,” he gives me a slap on the ass, jolting me. I waste no time at all and do as he says, which leads us to the showers.

As soon as we crossed the entryway, Noah had his hands on my face and immediately crushes his lips to mine, backing me into one of the shower stalls. He pressed me against the tiles, and I let out a gasp from the chill of them; he takes advantage of my opened mouth and slips his tongue in, tasting me, devouring me. I drink him in as he groans into my mouth when my hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly.

I feel the hunger he has for me from the quiet grunts emanating from him as he savors me, his hands ravaging me, tracing each curve of my body. He palms my thigh aggressively, placing my leg over his hip and hikes my skirt up, grinding himself into me. I let out a mewl from the small amount of pressure against me, which was nothing more than a tease with the clothes between us.

He sneaks a hand between us, rubbing against my panties the best that he could, obstructed by the fishnets. "You need to get rid of these," he mumbles against my lips, seemingly annoyed. I let out a dry laugh, "Kinda hard when you're taking control of the situation." "Fine, then I'll do it," he growls, and I gasped when I heard a tear—he ripped a hole in the fishnets. "Noah, these were new," I whined, only to have a moan slip past my lips when I felt his fingers push my thong to the side, rubbing against my clit. "Fuck," I breathed out, my back arching to further press myself against his hand. "I'll buy you new ones later," he tells me, moving his mouth to my neck. He bites down, slipping his fingers inside of me.

"Have you been like this the whole time? A needy mess?" he mumbles against my neck, trailing his lips to my ear while his fingers start to pump in and out of me. His breathing was heavy in my ear, sending another wave of heat to my core. "Yes," I whispered, starting to roll my hips in time with his fingers. "I'm sorry, love. Let me take care of you," he chuckles lowly when I whimpered from him removing his fingers. I clench around nothing, whining from the emptiness, needing him to fill me again.

He straightens up, a smug grin plastered on his face. He takes hold of my chin and locks eyes with me, fire burning in his dark irises, and his other hand worked on unclasping his belt. I heard his pants fall, the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor echoing off the tiled walls around us. It was painfully loud, the area silent as I waited for him to do something. Anything.

He grips my thigh again, bringing my leg up further, and promptly plants his hand to the wall with my leg hooked around his arm. He lets go of my chin to take hold of his cock, and he runs himself through my folds agonizingly slow. I squirmed against him, and he chuckles quietly while he continues to tease me. "You want it, don't you?" "What do you think?" I retort, my patience growing thin. "I think you need to tell me that you're mine." I huffed, "So help me God, Noah—" The look he gives me was that of a warning, and it shuts me right up. He gives me a wicked grin, and I take a deep breath in from the sight. "I'm yours."

The second those words left my mouth, he hooked my other leg on his arm and pushes into me with a growl. "Fuck," I let out a sigh and my head falls back against the tiles, the feeling of him stretching me out consuming me. He pulls out and slowly re-enters me, groaning as his lips find their way on my neck again, grazing his teeth against my flushed skin. I hissed when he nips me, and I feel his lips pull into a smirk before trailing up towards my jaw. He peppers me with kisses, eventually reaching my mouth, and takes my bottom lip between his teeth—I groan when he bites down, pulling it into his mouth to suck on.

He started to pound into me with such animosity, and all I could do was claw my hands into his back and take it with the way he was holding me up. But I didn’t care; feeling him continuously bottom out inside of me and hearing his subtle grunts with each thrust was bringing me to a whole new world. I wanted nothing more than this, nothing other than him at this very moment.

I was buzzing; a fire had started in the pit of my stomach and was spreading through my body, and the only way of putting it out was by drinking all of him in. I pulled his face towards me, bringing my lips to his in a heated kiss, forcing my tongue inside of his mouth. He let out a throaty laugh, the heat of his breath filling my mouth while our tongues roamed and savored one another. It was sloppy, but I didn’t care. He tasted so good, he felt so good.

He let go of one of my legs, faltering for a moment as I unexpectedly slipped down the wall some. He picks it right back up, but this time settles my leg around his side. I took the hint and cling on, digging my heel into his back to keep myself up while he went back to the rhythm he had going. “Fuck, Noah,” I moaned, my voice echoing loudly in the empty room. There was a slight difference in angle, his cock hitting me just the right way, and I couldn’t stop myself from arching my back and digging my nails further into his shirt.

“Don’t stop, just like tha—” My sentence was cut short from the gasp he elicited from me, his fingers now rubbing against my clit. “Like this?” He ruts into me aggressively, his fingers still gliding over my swollen bud. All I could do was nod, focusing solely on the feeling of him all over me, pushing me further and further towards the edge with each stroke. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” he asked, moving so his mouth was by my ear. “Go on, come. So long as you know that you’re mine.” “Y-yes,” I breathed, feeling my muscles start to tighten. “Good,” he growls, taking hold of my earlobe between his teeth.

I was a whimpering mess in his grasp as he continued to fuck me into the tiled walls, his fingers relentless against my clit that was beginning to throb painfully. I couldn’t hold on for much longer, quickly letting go in his grasp. “Fuuuck,” I bellowed, and my body writhes against him, my walls clenching around his length when my orgasm rips through me.

He doesn’t stop, even when I cried out to him or when I put my hands to his chest to try and push him away. He kept grinding his hips into me with fervor, until he plants his mouth to mine and moans against me, panting heavily as he released inside of me. His movements begin to slow, giving me tender kisses in between breaths as he leisurely rides out his climax, feeling him pulse inside me.

He gently lowers me back to my feet, but I begin to slide down against the wall, my legs weak as they still trembled. He goes down with me, leaning against the adjacent wall and pulls me against him. I slumped against him, lazily wrapping my arms around his torso and rested my head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he tries to steady his breathing and calm his erratic heart. I closed my eyes, my body relaxing into him further when he starts to rub my back—if we weren’t in a shower, at a venue of all places, I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there.

“We should probably get back to the green room soon, huh?” he asks after a few minutes of us calming down. I shrugged against him. “Maybe. You think they’ll notice?” I questioned, looking up at him. “Notice what? That we fucked?” I nod and he gives a fatigued chuckle, “Nah. We’ll just give it some more time.”

Between our tousled hair, my ripped fishnets, and the lipstick smudged between us, they most certainly did notice.

|Chapter 9|

[omegaalex1998]

Take me in the afterglow (a rockstar Eddie fanfic. My first one to be exact)

It had happened shortly after Eddie had actually graduated, he and y/n had been together since before then, but corroded coffin had actually begun to take off when one day y/n had broken some big news to him. She was pregnant with his and hers first child. When the shock had worn off, Eddie took hiatus from the band aside from a few small gigs here and there, but once their daughter was born he knew he was the source of income.

It had been a little over a year since their daughter was born, and y/n called his hotel room one night.

"Y/n, what's going on? I was getting dressed and ready to go on stage"

"Hey eds, I just wanted to call and let you know that our little girl said her first word"

Excitement built in Eddie's chest as he heard the news of the first word being said "what? What did she say? Was it mama, or Dada?"

"She actually was trying to say Dada, and then saw the picture of us when I was pregnant and pointed and clear as day, it was 'dada' so I guess you win"

"No. Fucking. Way, was it really?"

"It really was. But don't let it get to your head" y/n said with a laugh.

After the call had ended, Eddie had a moment to think before stage, he was on the road missing everything important about his daughter. He was always counting down the days til he was coming home. That gave him an idea for a song and he quickly jotted it down. There was a knock on the door to find the sound guy at the door telling him to get across the street to the venue to deal with a sound issue.

Quickly Eddie made his way across the street, dealing with the matter, and then dressing for the stage. After he was ready he got on stage, eyes always surfing the crowd for a familiar face, even though he knew she'd be at home with d/n. He was too far for them to travel to and he knew it. But he'd be home sooner than later.

Putting on his smile he grabbed his guitar, fans screaming for him and other members of the band. None of that really mattered to him right now.

**timeskip**

Eddie was in the studio, recording a new song, different from what he usually played, this one wasn't for him, or the fans. It was for D/N. He wanted her to have a song reminding her that no matter what, daddy was there for her.

"I'm on the road missing milestones, counting the days til I'm coming home, No don't forget me when I'm gone, The single greatest thing I've done"

When he got to the next part Y/N walked in with D/N and the little girl lit up seeing Eddie.

"No matter how far you may run, you're still the greatest thing I've done."

Eddie had the music playing behind him as he saw them and smiled brightly. Making his way to them and grabbing D/N and pulling both girls close.

"My beautiful girls, I was working on D/N's song. It was supposed to be a surprise" he spoke with a nervous laugh.

"A song for our little girl? That is the sweetest thing you've done" y/n said softly and looked at him, eyes full of love.

"I wanted her to know that I'm always here, no matter where I'm at."

"Can we hear it?"

Nodding he handed D/N back to y/n and sat with his guitar,

"A quiet song that I could sing, to keep you calm. I'll never leave you when you're alone, so take me in the afterglow" he sung and looked at them, Watching y/n's eyes fill with tears.

**ANOTHER TIMESKIP**

Months after the Song was released, he realized that it was doing better than he thought, and tonight was a home show. He was going to debut it live. He knew Y/N would be there. He saw her in the crowd with their daughter, and smiled blowing a kiss to them and looked at his band mates nodding

"Alright everyone, this song is one we haven't played live yet. It's called afterglow, dedicated to my daughter."

When all was said and done, he had tears in his eyes, looking to his family. The fans were loving the song and he knew how special it was to Y/N. Eventually he grabbed the mic and stood at the edge of the stage.

"Y/N I'm going to need you to come up here for me." He said, a ring in his back pocket.

Y/N made her way onto the stage, daughter in arms, and she looked at Eddie with wide eyes. "What's going on?" She whispered and the band shrugged, they didn't know Eddie's plan.

As she stood in front of Eddie, he knelt slowly, and reached into his pocket pulling out the ring.

"F/N L/N, I've loved you for years, and I've been thinking of this for the longest time. Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Y/N Munson?"

Gasping as tears fell from her face she nodded, her free hand coming to her mouth. "Eds, oh my God, yes. Yes I'll marry you"

As the show ended with a ring on Y/N's finger, Eddie couldn't be happier. He grabbed her hand and kissed it slowly, before kissing their daughters forehead and left the stage, fans cheering him on.

(Note this is my first fanfic so it's not the best, but it was an idea I had at five in the morning)

[littlecherryhuanlin]

Ghost of You- Nakamoto Yuta

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Disclaimer: This story revolves around death (Yuta is a Ghost), so if you don't feel comfortable reading this type of content or believe that some trigger can be activated please don't read.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mainly fluff, but also contains the use of bad words, morbid themes, explicit angst, bullying, arguments, death of the main character and mentions of a car accident, not recommended for minors.

The crowd of people pushing each other as they walked excitedly through the park, only served to confirm what YN already expected: The Neo House was famous, not that YN has never participated in any of the group's “events” before, far from it; after almost 3 long years of friendship with Haechan, the young woman was even considered an honorary member of the fraternity (according to Jungwoo, who stated the fact after YN rejected Jaehyun for the tenth time during the first year), however, the amount of people in the place was too much even for the Neos, which only pointed out how wrong she was in recommending that the fraternity do something else for the annual event that year, but after all what fault was she in thinking that no one would give in an entire park for a bunch of college kids? Food stalls stretched for meters, fraternity members were spread out working, the whole place was active, packed with hundreds of excited people and even a discount system had been organized for the entire park from the rides to the official stores.

YN couldn't help but let out a sigh as she unsuccessfully searched for an acquaintance; since NingNing had abandoned her as soon as they arrived at the park she had already gotten lost three times while trying to find the agreed meeting point, sending a brief message to Haechan asking him to meet her in front of the red shooting tent, she put her cell phone away and turned to face the large plushies displayed as possible prizes when she heard a voice whisper beside her:

- You lost? - A tall red-haired guy wearing a black jacket was staring at her with a smile on his face waiting for an answer from her which never came- The game, you couldn't win?

- Hmm? – realizing just at the moment that she was staring at him she turned back to the plushies to hide the shade of red painted on her cheeks, he was gorgeous, ethereal if she was honest with her words- oh no, I kind of lost myself and I'm waiting for a friend to pick me up.

- Oh, I understand, so I'll try my luck then - a few minutes passed while the boy kept himself busy in the game and she kept herself busy checking him out and her phone for any answer from her friend - Ok, it seems that your friend ditched u - seeing that the guy had given up on the game and was now staring at her YN nodded in confirmation, making a mental note to kill Haechan the next day- You could come with me- at the sound of the boy's voice she looked up in confusion- Well, it turns out that my friends ditched me too and I don't know about you, but I didn't come here for nothing and since we are both alone now why don't we keep each other company tonight?

- I don't know...- YN looked around to make sure none of her friends were in sight looking for her then she analyzed her options: stand there being judged by everyone passing by, go home and lose all time she'd spent getting dressed and going to the venue or have fun with the handsome stranger— Alright, let's go.

Three hours later as she walked by the boy's side she was sure that was the best choice she had ever made, they went on so many different rides, ate so much and laughed so hard the whole night, she wasn't even sure if she had grabbed his hand on the haunted house or the hurricane, but she definitely wasn't complaining, nor was he, looking extremely comfortable as he dragged her to one of the secluded benches. Shortly as they were seated, he released her hand, and despite wanting to protest she busied herself with feasting on the sweet they'd just acquired, until he came closer, his feline eyes locked on hers, making she anxious, to her, an eternity had passed before he leaned in, soft cherry-flavored lips touching hers, his free hand moving to cup her face, hers pulling at his shirt trying to hold him closer. As they parted he was smiling at her, she almost pulled him back mesmerized by him, low voice bringing her back to reality.

- I've been wanting to do this all night... -she smiled averting her face embarrassed, it was obvious that she wanted the same - did you have fun? - he let out a light laugh seeing the girl shake her head quickly in affirmation while saying that she had never had so much fun in an amusement park before, he took her hand again intertwining their fingers as she leaned on him looking at the stars a comfortable silence settling in- It's late, maybe I can take you home?

YN was close to asking him to do so when her cell phone rang, Haechan's name glowing red on the screen, sending him a silent apology the young woman answered the phone to hear Haechan scream while asking where the hell she was and demand her not to move as he was going to find her.

- Well I guess you'll have to go home alone - she explained after ending the call - my friend is coming to find me right now.

- So - he pulled her away placing a kiss on her forehead - I think it's time for us to part ways princess - he kissed her again, this time a needy kiss completely different from the previous one, full of desire and in a way hungry -  I'll never forget about tonight, my dear.

YN was about to answer him when a distant voice made her turn around, seeing Haechan at far she stood up and called him back, turning to find nothing but anything around, he was gone, not even giving her the chance to ask for his phone number.

- Where did your new friend go?

- I don't know what you were talking about!

- Your body disagrees, you're blushing like crazy.

- I'm tired Haechan, let's go home, pls...

When YN met with the others on Wednesday to help tally the results of the event - fundraising, profits, tickets, and more - everyone was excited and the girl was assigned to sort food along with other "fraternity" girls.

- Did you go home on Saturday YN? - Johnny's girlfriend questioned while helping the girl move some milk cartons.

- Me?

- Uhun, I remember seeing everyone but you.

- Oh no, I was- she stopped to contemplate not sure what she should say, choosing to avoid further questions, she decided to approach the red-haired guy as a friend - with a friend.

- Haechan? - it was Jeno's sister's turn to join the conversation.

- Haechan stayed with the boys all night - said Renjun's girlfriend - as well as YangYang and Jeno.

- What matters - Kun's girlfriend approached, rubbing the girl's shoulders - is if YN had fun.

- It was really fun actually, we did a lot of things that I honestly don't think Haechan would let me do if I was with him.

-Looks like you really enjoyed yourself- Renjun's girlfriend joked when she noticed YN was blushing- so are you going to tell us who your new boyfriend is?

-He's not my boyfriend- YN replied a little louder than she should have, catching the attention of Taeil who was on a phone call, apologizing briefly while reinforcing to the girls that she had absolutely no boyfriend- He was just a friend, I already told you.

- Then tell us which of your friends was with you - the girl continued pressing - why all this secrecy?

- It was just someone I met there - the girl finally let it out noting how a little argument had started between her friends' girlfriends over her - a guy I met after Ningning abandoned me.

- YN you were walking around with a stranger ??- Johnny's girlfriend rejoined the conversation having clearly heard the last part- that's dangerous.

- He didn't look dangerous at all - the whole group was looking at her intently now - he was funny and handsome, very handsome in fact.

- Our YN has a crush - joked Jeno's sister- and what's his name?

- I don't have a crush and I don't know- fuck ,YN wanted to get into a hole, of course, she had to forget to ask his name- I didn't ask...

- You spent all night long with someone and didn't ask their name? -One of the girls asked.

-Oh come on YN, why are you hiding his name? - Renjun's girlfriend asked in an accusing tone - none of us will steal it from you, you know.

Johnny's girlfriend intervened in the joke after seeing YN clearly fidgeting uncomfortably, asking everyone to speed up the work and little by little all of them went back to their tasks, all except Renjun's girlfriend who kept asking questions about the boy. When they all sat down a few hours later to rest that's when YN lost his temper.

- Can you please shut up - the girl said irritated having completely lost her cool under the girl's insinuations - I already told you everything and you keep acting like a dick.

- How the fuck?- the girl barked louder approaching making YN stand up, the others still stunned by the girl's outburst just watched the younger one now with an accusing finger close to YN's face- Listen here, you Lying little bitch, it's not our fault you don't have enough friends to hang out with and need to invent a fake boyfriend to make yourself feel good- the room was now quite crowded with some of the boys who had come to see what the commotion was all about, Jeno's sister pulling the angry girl back while Kun's girlfriend led YN to another room - I'm just curious - she could hear the girl talking loudly - I mean none of us saw her all night and now she says she was with someone that she doesn't even know the name? She's obviously lying.

- I'm not a liar - YN vented in a low tone to the girl who accompanied her - everyone left me alone there and I was just glad to have someone with me that I didn't care about his name.

YN hurriedly ran away with tears in her eyes ignoring Haechan and the others calling out to her as she ran away from the house as fast as she could.

Over two weeks passed with YN completely ignoring any frat people and their relatives, even skipping some classes and keeping her phone off to avoid them. In the meantime the girl had been concentrating on trying to find out who the boy she had been with that night was, she had looked everywhere on social media, on forums and college groups, new and old and nothing. YN had also asked to several students if they knew any guy matching his description, in the end no sign that he was real other than her memories of that night, she was starting to believe that her mind had made it all up when she was cornered by Johnny, Haechan and Taeyong in her apartment on a Friday.

-We just want to talk to you... -Taeyong said while the girl tried to close the door in their faces- YN, please, we're worried!

- I don't need you to feel that way.

- Don't be an asshole YN - Johnny said entering the house followed by the others - You don't answer our calls, don't show up for classes, didn't look for or contact any of us for two weeks!

- We're your friends you brat - Haechan said intervening in the conversation - if that's because of what that weirdo said.

- I wasn't lying and I don't need my friends to accuse me of it either - protested YN interrupting.

-I know you didn't lie I saw you guys together- Haechan said as if it was obvious as he sat on the couch next to Taeyong who gestured for her to do the same- Danm YN, I even teased you about it that night.

-Here- Taeyong handed her a yearbook- we found out you were looking for him while you know we were looking for you- Taeyong opened the book and pointed to a boy apparently Japanese with dark hair, at that moment Johnny put a glass of water in front of her on the coffee table as he sits next to the others - Nakamoto Yuta- the girl gave him a questioning look as she took the book from his hands and took a closer look at the boy's face- Johnny remembered seeing someone similar to the description Haechan gave us in one of the yearbooks while working in the library last year.

- I wasn't sure where exactly it was so it took us a while to find it - said the eldest while eating a snack that she was sure she had hidden earlier.

- What? I looked for him everywhere in the media, in college, and nothing- now analyzing the other pages of the yearbook, YN found herself confused by the dating on the cover- class of 98?- she watched as the boys exchanged strange looks between themselves- I think you guys made a mistake, there's no way this is possible- she decreed- this guy should be on his 40 or something, and I'm telling you I definitely wasn't with an old man that night.

-Look again YN- Haechan leaned over opening the book to the previous page while looking for something on his phone- imagine his hair on a dark red and boom - he almost hit her excitedly pointing a finger at the screen - are you really gonna tell me that this isn't him?

She took the device from his hands, lost between her friend's cell phone and the old photo from the yearbook, she certainly noticed the strange similarities between the boy from the park and the guy from the old pages, she sure did it, but the edited photo on Haechan’s phone who showed off a red-haired Yuta took her to a whole new level of conformation and even though the girl wasn't talking to any of them as she muttered meaningless questions trying to prove to herself that none of that was possible, Taeyong answered her.

-We have a theory - he said gently as he gestured to Johnny who held out his phone to her - please don't make a scandal.

Why would I- YN stood there frozen as a newspaper page dated November 2000 flashed on the screen, "Drunken driver crashes into a college group: Yonsei basketball prodigy among fatalities" despite the shocking headline what left YN terrified was the photo attached to it; Yuta along with a few other students smiling broadly, stunned she looked to her friends for an explanation- Ten did this? -the three of them quickly shook their heads in denial- so who dit it?

- It's a genuine story YN- Taeyong moved to sit next to her- the library lady said she remembered the accident and that we can probably find the original newspaper there, you can check it for yourself if you don't believe it.

-What does this mean? - tears welled up in the girl's eyes as she looked at the older one next to her, Johnny joining them handing her the glass of water while Haechan just stared at the window - did I dream about it or what?

- Or you had a date with a ghost - Haechan faced her friend - had a date with a hot ghost on the day of the dead.

- You're not helping.- the youngest shrugged his shoulders while Johnny took the lead to explain the boy's words- you know it was November 2nd, the day of the dead.

- You see - it was Taeyong who was speaking now having noticed the confusion on the younger's face - this guy is definitely on another plane and in some cultures the day of the dead is the day they can roam freely across the land.

- You went crazy- the girl got up moving away from the boys- A ghost? I was very close to him you know, he was very real, there has to be some kind of misunderstanding here.

- Oh I know, I saw how close you were when he was sticking his tongue down your throat, which just means- Haechan said approaching the girl with a mocking tone- that a ghost almost fucked you cutie.

As soon as the forbidden topic - as Haechan named the girl's date with a ghost (which he'd rather dismiss as funny than admit that he'd been totally freaked out when he found the accident article) - it was closed after lengthy jokes and theories from the boys, the night was filled with delicious snacks and complaints about how she'd tossed them aside because of Renjun's stupid girlfriend. YN felt relieved to have her friends back, however, a couple of hours later the girl found herself sitting on the bed staring at the heavy rain hitting the window while thinking about what had happened.

In fact, a little after the boys left she went into detective mode, and now with a name she had scoured dozens of websites looking for information about the guy, info that she had found and that led her to believe in the theory brought by her friends, which she would definitely never admit to them, despite her exhaustion YN didn't think that she could sleep that night, in fact, she didn't think she would be able to sleep well for a while now.

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©littlecherryhuanlin 2022 - 2023

[mansions-maiden]

Helloww, I'm here for 3rd request xD

Don't know you like it or not but hw abt MC is sweet, ladylike, polite, never complained, and lovely girl but someday...when comte hold a banquet and yeps mc has low tolerance alcohol and got drunk so herself became 180° 😂😂😂

She started laughing like maniac, shouting and scold the residents like asian mom 😂.

For example : (arthur) DO YOU KNOW WE CALL A HUMAN TYPE LIKE YOU A THOT ?! FROM NOW I'LL CALL YOU ARTHOT

(isaac) OII YOU MINI APPLE BOI, HOW CAN YOU INVENTED CALCULUS?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU GIVE TO FUTURE STUDENTS ? I CAN'T EVEN ENJOYED MY SCHOOL LIFE !! YOU MUST KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED TO KILL YOU WHEN I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOLER !!

Etc 😂😂 you can make what kind of screaming+scolding she will throw at them 😂😂😂 The residents ? OH I WANT TO SEE THEIR STUPID SHOCKED FACES AHAHAHA. Take your time writing it xD and thank you so much before my darlingzzz 😘😘😘❤️❤️

This is gonna be a fun one to write! Sorry this took so much time to write! I have been busy with school works. But I’ve been writing it slowly. here you go!  The words in the brackets (..) indicate that she missed saying these words.  I had to write the words in a weird way to show that the words were being slurred by mc. 

I tried writing it to your ask .Hope you like it! 

Everyone was still wearing surprised Pikachu faces as they were staring at sleeping MC. For never had they expected to see the completely hidden side of her.

Previously, that evening~  

MC is sweet and  perfect lady, as described in the ask. But little did the vampires know what they would be witnessing that night. 

The lord of the mansion decided to throw another banquet that night for the second time in the month being the hedonistic man he is. And all the residents were invited, including MC. 

All of them reached the venue that evening and in the banquet halls, many fancy dishes were there, waiting to be eaten by  people. There were finest of the wines brought from the  far away land and the exotic dishes that were never seen before. 

All of the mansion residents gathered in a room(kinda VIP room). All have helped themselves with a drink or two and were chatting away. MC stood against the walls of the room, swirling her champagne glass as she spoke to Sebastian.

All of them continued talking to each other.

After some more time:

MC was still speaking when she began giggling to herself continuously. 

All the residents:  “???????⁇?”

MC:” if only people knew how crazy these idiots are!! bwahahaha!” 

Napoleon: “Who are you talking about MC?”  

MC: “ Who am I ... talkin bout? I talk about the grreeat ‘men’ in history.." mc continued giggling as her words began to slur.

Arthur: "And why exactly are we 'idiots'? "

MC: "who in the world knew that all of these men would have crazy sides no one ever knows!" She began laughing again.

All of them looked at each other and then at MC. They noticed her flushed cheeks and understood the situation. 

“MC, you are quite drunk. You should stop drinking now..” 

“ N-no no no no.. I’m not drunk at all.. see,I only drank 1,2,... 4 glasses of champagne! I want to talk! “ 

MC: “comte! do you know..? arthot went into the town again yesterday even after you shun himm.. But he didn’t let me tell you...! teach him a lesson comte!” MC told as she pretended  that she was holding a gun against Arthotur’s head. 

“What in the world is mademoiselle doing?” Jean asked with a confused stare as Sebastian replied, “In our time period, we show guns with our hands in that way.. it’s a type of pretend play..”. 

“And..wait  what? From when did my name change to Arthot?? Did she misspell it??” Arthur asked looking at her. 

“ Lemme think.. nope.. You’re ..definitely Art..Thot! yup! That’s it!” 

  “Arthur.. come to my room later. I should ‘gently’ remind you the rules of the mansion. “ Arthur gulped audibly as comte stared at him with ‘nothing-is-wrong’ smile.

“Arthur, Dazai-san!! Can (you) come here once??” She suddenly asked them with  puppy eyes as they came forward. She tried to reach their faces but couldn’t. She pouted a little and climbed onto the couch behind her. 

“OWW!! “ Both of them cried in pain as MC twisted each of Arthur’s and Dazai’s ears.  “ how.. how dare youu...!  How dare you tease.. Is..Isaac?! the only baby of this mansion! Poor boy! He’s traumatized because of you!” 

Isaac having the time of his life: “That’s right mc! How dare they tease a bab- wait! Who do you think you’re calling BABY!??! “ Isaac frowned at his yet another new nick name. 

Her feet began wobbling and she fell from the couch onto Mozart.  “Aww man!! I fell off the couch!!! Bu..but.. this pillow is soo smoooth and silkyy.. yayy! A nice pillow for me..! “ She said as she snuggled her face into her’pillow’, aka Mozart’s chest. 

“What do you think you’re doing?! Get her off me! mmph!! “ Mozart began yelling but felt a hand clamped over his mouth. “Shh.. doon’t shout.. and you should.. smile like this. Say CHEEEESE! “ MC said, forcing his lips into a smile with her hands. 

MC kept giggling even when Napoleon and Leonardo helped Mozart and sat her on the couch.

(I'm sorry I know that her giggling is too much but I don't know how drunk person acts exactly ^^;)

Leonardo: "How much did she even drink? Why didn't you stop her Sebas?"

Sebastian: "I'm sorry master Leonardo.. I didn't expect her to drink these many. I thought she had high alcohol tolerance.."

Leonardo (stretching hand towards mc): "Cara mia, you had enough fun, c'mon you need to rest up in the mansion.

MC shook her head vigorously . "Noooo! I don't want to rest! I want to talk to all of you~! Why don't you go to sleep ...? Da Vinci~. You've got your bed AKA them... (Pointing finger towards floor and wall) . I'll sing a lullaby to youu.. "

She began humming the tone of the lullaby as she dragged Leonardo with her.

" Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all"

"Go to bed renaissance man! And ! Your cigarillos are confiscated by me! Hmph! " She took the cigarillos from his pockets and threw them into the dustbin.

"MC! You sing so good! It's as if the angel herself has sung the lullaby.. what song is it?" Vincent asked with an excited and curious gaze.

" the lullaby..? T'is from my own time.. god! I miss my old days in college! " Everybody heard small sniffles in the room then. 

They felt helpless seeing her cry. “What’s the matter cherie? Why are you crying? Is something hurting you? “ comte asked approaching her. 

“*sniffle* everything is *hic* alright comte *sniffle, hic*. I just remembered *sniffle* my own time and my friends.. I miss them *sniffle* a lot..” Tears began rolling down her soft cheeks.  Everyone looked at each other.. 

“ A-and.. *sniffle* I also remember the days I used to cry and struggle due to math in college. Especially calculus.. And I’ve heard that Isaac was the one wh- *sniffle* who invented it.. Isn’t it Isaac?”  She asked Isaac through the glassy eyes. 

Isaac: “Y-yeah... it was me..” He lowered his eyes as if he had done a mistake. 

MC grabs Isaac’s lapels weakly and shouted, “Why? Why did you invent calculus?! I remember.. I remember the days I used to stay awakee... until late night, scratching my head and struggling to... to solve them!!    I... hatee.. you !!” She suddenly released him and pushed him back, making him wobble a little. 

Theo: “what the heck hondje?! how much drunk are you!? your mood swings are faster than Arthur’s snarky comments! “ 

MC: “ Hey Theo! Don’t you dare call me Hondje.. You’re the hondje... Who doesn’t allow anyone to come near your darling brother like a guard dog!” 

Theo was very taken back at the sudden backfiring of the nickname. 

MC: “Coming to Vincent and Jean! you both are so adorable.  You’re the epitome of purity. I love you both so much. muah!” She sent a flying kiss to both and both the men’s cheeks flushed a little. 

Napoleon: “Do you have something to say about me MC?” He asked her with curiosity and a little amusement dancing in his eyes. 

MC: “ Well, All I can say ..is.. DON’T GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE! I can’t.. beliieeve that ‘nightmare of Europe’ went around kissing people.. poor soldiers must have been traumatized..! “ 

“ I can’t believe the nerve of you all to send me to Napoleon’s room early in the morningg!  *gasp* Wait !!This means that all of you have been kissed by him.. didn’t you? Hahahaaa!!”   she continued laughing clutching her stomach hard. 

“Do you know?! There’s a stalker in the mansion who stalks you all 24/7. And he notes it down in his ‘oh no! they didn’t ‘ notebook! It’s none other than our Seba- mmph! “ her voice suddenly came out  muffled as Sebas quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. 

“Wait-who is that stalker??” Dazai asked in confusion. 

“It’s no one Dazai san. She’s just blabbering.”  Sebas quickly replied in a stoic expression. 

“Wow.. she speaks truth when she’s drunk Will..” Vincent told Shakespeare. “ She is.. After all, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart..” Shakespeare told him. 

“Cherie, you must really go back to mansion now. Come, I shall escort you back home..” Comte said worriedly as he approached her. 

“ NO! no comte ~ . See, I-I’m perfectly fine~. And you should stop being a mother comte. For the god’s sake, you’re a man! See, look at your reflection! You’re a handsome man! not a beautiful woman! Ditch all these.. motherly duties and enjoy yourself.~! “  She exclaimed as she turned him towards the mirror. 

“And you all~! stop being such a child and stressing out poor comte! Okay?! repeat after mee! from this day forth, I shall look after myself and never stress out  mama comte!” 

“Do you even like us luv?” Arthur asked her with a knowing smile. 

“Well, yes.. of course! Even though you all are handful.. I love you all a lot! I love you all this..much (spreading her hands on both sides)..I want to.. stay here..for..ever..” 

Suddenly, she felt the world spinning and lost consciousness. But Sebastian caught her by the waist in the nick of time. 

The room suddenly fell silent as the blabbering of a drunk resident stopped. 

“Well well- tonight’s play was rather very interesting.. But the curtains have fallen in a very unexpected way..” Shakespeare said laughing and breaking the silence. 

Sebastian gently laid her on the couch as she slept soundly. “never expected to see this side of cara.. not that I dislike it though..” Leonardo said as he laughed breezily. 

“It felt so entertaining to see her talking her like this.. Though it’s not gentlemanly, I would love to invite her to drinks and make her drunk.. I want to hear those words and keep them to myself..” comte said looking at her. 

“Let’s take her home and call it a day.. And let’s keep it a secret among ouselves...” Napoleon added. Everyone nodded in agreement and started towards mansion, still laughing at her words. That’s how they came to know the completely hidden side of mc that eventful night.  

                  -------------------- THE END   --------------------

 i also wanted to ask you guys if my plots up until now were different or if it feels like I’m writing cliché things..how does it feel? 

[carrottuan93]

Haven’t met you yet | Mark

Masterlist (1/4) | part2 - part3 - part4

Starring: MK x You

Tags: Mark Tuan, Fluff, Destiny, Waiting, Christmas, Bookworm, Nerd, Love, Fate

Total WC: 2631

Foreword: You promise yourself you’re going to wait for the perfect love even if it takes forever but you’re already barging on it’s doorstep without even realizing that love has met you already in the first place.

It’s all about timing and seeking reassurance in all the right places.

It’s a chance you never want to miss and an opportunity that you wouldn’t trade for anything.

Learn to take risks and learn to fall in love along the way. Cause true love is patient and it’ll come when you least expect it.

Have you been good all year round? You never know what Santa has in stored for you this Christmas.

[Feel free to listen on the playlist that I made for this one shot :)))]

"Eunhee, I should probably take a break from your endless blind date setups. Nothing is working out for me, seriously." You heaved a sigh, slouching on the couch as you gave your best friend an exasperated look the moment you entered her humble bookshop. She's too excited for your love life ever since she and her long-time university crush Jackson became an official couple on your birthday when you celebrated it on Jeju last year. It was a really cold New Year’s Eve when you chose to reserve this romantic restaurant by the beach as the venue for your special day. Eunhee doesn't have any idea about Jackson's plan when you booked a flight to Jeju Island for a week despite the busy season. Since you wanted to play the fairy godmother role for the both of them, you saved Jackson from worrying and suggested that he'd do it on your birthday instead. And just like that, they spent the New Year countdown melting into each other’s puddle while greeting you a happy birthday. The things you do for your friend, if that ain’t salty for your part (it is, for being the third wheel), automatically elected you as the sole Queen of singles club after Neun’s grand exit.

 Since their anniversary is just around the corner, they are planning to spend it once again on Jeju and Eunhee, for being the supportive sister from another mother that she is, will surely drag you with them at all costs since it has been your tradition to celebrate New Year’s Eve with your best friend. She is dying to set you up with someone so you won't be celebrating your birthday alone anymore.

 "I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought you and my friend Hae In will work out. What happened by the way? tell me about your date." She sat beside your spot after closing the shop and did the honor of pouring you a glass of your favorite merlot. This girl knows how to calm you down for sure. I mean she isn't your best friend if she have no idea that wine is your comfort drink. For whatever reason it is, you don't know why it helps to lessen your loneliness by drinking the night away. Maybe knocking you down into a deep slumber and finding yourself completely clueless the next day, alongside the horrible hangover can patch up the painful truth that you are still single up to this point of your life. In addition to the earthly and God-sent smell of neatly piled books crowding the interior of her paradise, Eunhee's bookshop is your go-to place at all times. You used to frequent this a lot during your childhood days where you first met her and together you shared the same passion and love for books and wine through all these years.

 "He's too overrated for my type. Like I don't know why we need to talk about all of his exes and why his relationship with them didn't work out when we can sit and be comfortable with just talking about our interests, 'us' the present and not his past. He's a perfectionist per se and I don't like it when a guy shows disinterest whenever I told them about myself as some nerdy bookish girl who craves for a netflix kind of night compared to his ideal dream girl-next-door whom you can freely bring to a club the minute next." You look down on the red liquid in your glass, appreciating its refined and classic smell that is clouding your nostrils. You're way too excited to go home so you can finally sink on your newly changed bed sheets and savor the enticing smell of fabric conditioner which you cannot live without. You glanced outside the window, observing the couples walking together under the falling snow, as if Valentines day has come all of a sudden in the middle of December. Red roses are a popular gift for the ladies as you've observed and you cannot help yourself from wondering if someone will ever give you flowers on Christmas, particularly pink roses, which you really admire. You always dreamt of tending a bed of pink roses only for yourself because the sight of it makes you really happy. It's just unfortunate that they aren't in full bloom during this season that's why you can only wait for February to come so you could save the trouble of finding a lame date and just buy yourself a bouquet for Valentines. You can give yourself flowers and still feel like in a relationship with all the fictional characters on your novels. No one is stopping you from dating them in your mind, you thought.

 “Ugh I can’t believe that guy. I thought he’s a good catch but actually a bummer for real. Don’t worry, I’ll choose better next time." She gave you a warm hug, patting your head as you lay your cheek on her shoulder. She released you and you gave her an 'I'm-okay-don't-worry' kind of smile. And you sat there for almost an hour talking about your other failed blind dates in the past week that all belongs in either Jackson or Eunhee's circle. You have no idea why none of them matched your personality. Either they are too wild or too boring for them to function as your potential boyfriend. No one could really captivate your specific taste in a guy. It's not that you are too picky and have a high standard when it comes to scouting a lover. You just have your own preferences when it comes to choosing someone whom you'll devote your precious time into. No relationship is perfect because everything is built out of flaws, misunderstandings, heartaches and drama but if you'll enter in a commitment at least choose someone who's worthy of that pain. You aren’t getting any younger and all you need right now is someone reliable, honest and trustworthy enough to not waste your feelings and emotion. You need a serious guy who will not take you for granted and who welcomes the idea of settling in the near future. At least someone with a nice job? Or a bearable attitude, outlook and philosophy in life? He doesn't need to be the most handsome or richest guy in the planet. After all, you always talk to God about giving you with someone who will really love all your imperfections and flawed nature. You always pray to the heavens above that maybe he'll cross the mountains and bring you the moon and the stars like they always did on the movies and in stories but you're fed with too much fantasy and began to think that maybe the guy for you was rather inexistent or an alien inhabiting a distant galaxy located in a million light years away.

 "A break is all I need after all. I will be fine tomorrow at Christmas eve. Don't worry about me having a date on our dinner. I'll bring some macarons as an antidote for all things bitter for you and Jackson's couple party." It's your best friend’s first Christmas with her boyfriend that's why they are throwing a mini gathering for their family and close friends. You had this feeling that you will be the only one attending the party without a date so might as well go straight to the kitchen and grab a bottle of whatever wine you can get and spend the evening dancing on tipsy toes and the floor would be very much pleased to accommodate your drunken needs. But you will not gonna end up wasted on a party especially Eunhee will not be there beside you to take you home since you do not want to rob Jackson of his time with her. Their happiness always matters before you and that's what makes you happy, to see your best friend happy with the man that he really deserves.

 "All right sweetcheeks. We'll not let you feel gloomy on Christmas eve. Good girls get a reward from Santa so you have nothing to worry about." She gave you a wink and clanked your glasses in unison as you both emptied the bottle of wine to your heart's content. You both agreed to watch a romantic holiday movie over a shared furry blanket and hear out your friend as she talked to you mostly of his boyfriend, as if you’ve read a book about the guide to 101 ways on how to fall for Jackson. Maybe the love bug bit too hard on your friend now that she really has the man of her dreams right on her fingertips, she can’t ask for anything else. Their love story is too underrated and you’re one of the living witnesses that a coin is never wasted on a wishing well. If you only joined Eunhee on her wishing spree every time you both pass by your University’s fountain of love, your coin bank would have gone empty by now. But you didn’t do it and saved all of your coins for yourself cause you really enjoy playing basketball in the arcades for fun. For all you can remember way back in college days, your friend is just one of the many timid girls who are cheering and admiring the ever-famous fencing athlete, business student and heartthrob, Jackson. You have classes together with him and that is how your job as a love guru began. You really deserve a raise because you did succeed on making them a couple. You could set up a dating agency and earn better than your current job for all you care. But amidst all the love advice that you gave to them, you’re the complete opposite of a matchmaker. Because love never finds your way despite making love work for the others. Love is sweet but a bitch most of the time.

 If love finally came to Eunhee and Jackson, hopefully yours would come in a whirlpool, sweeping you off of your feet and rendering all the other love stories made in the history irrelevant. You love spontaneity and you’re up for the extraordinary. In fact, you already made a dozen of playlists on spotify and counting, awaiting to be dedicated to him. You may have weird habits, like using ketchup as a dip for your honey glazed donuts, and still act straight and sit the whole day finishing a book with your favorite espresso at coffee shops. You love taking midnight trips to the art museum and you wonder if he can appreciate the abstract the way it makes your soul come alive. You love travelling back to time and studying history and it would be a bonus if he’ll join you on the 3% mint choco enthusiasts in the whole world. And your list goes on and on and it’ll take a lifetime to introduce yourself to someone but you want to meet him soon. You can’t wait for that time to annoy the hell out of him and if he still chooses to come back after your endless nagging, that’s the time when you’re not gonna let go of him anymore. You know for yourself, you’re looking for an almost perfect individual but you’re ready to tear up your never ending list of your ideal guy if someone could really surprise you and made you want to look at the world in a different dimension. After all, an ideal can never be achieved in real life. You cannot make someone ‘the one’ but you can only search for someone and make them ‘your one’. Things may not come out the way you want them to be but things will work out if he’s your destiny. It might be hard to find the rarest form of love, which is true love, but you’re willing to go on a train trip bound to a destination you’ve never been to given that he’ll meet you at the end of the tunnel. Love isn’t hard. Love is supposed to be easy. You just need patience and it’ll come to you when you least expect it.

 It's nearing 11 pm already when you feel lightheaded because of your wine intake and maybe due to the fact that your early sleeping schedule has been breached by tonight's unfortunate event. You bid goodbye to your friend despite her invitation that you should just sleep on her place and decided to call for an uber to save yourself from zoning out like a zombie because you can no longer walk straight with your clouded vision. Eunhee lives upstairs her bookstore because she manages her family's business when her father passed away that's why she isn't living with you anymore. You've grown to be independent now that you're living on your own after sharing the same apartment with your friend during your university days.

 "Tomorrow night at 8. I'll text you the address. Don't be late, Y/n. Have a goodnight!” Eunhee tucked you up nicely on your seat and soon the taxi sped up passing underneath the city lights in the mood for the radio's yuletide playlist. You're a bit drunk to see clearly but you can recognize the faint Christmas lights flickering throughout the busy streets. In just half an hour, the uber came to a stop and you hopped off the cab as you made your way towards the entrance of the condo that you’re residing in. You walked past the concierge and romantic music is donning the halls screaming love is in the air but not for you cause it makes you suffocated. Inside the elevator you noticed that you'll join a couple on your way to a 5-minute trip to the 12th floor. You silently wished that nobody would enter in between floors so as not to slow down your fast lane to your unit or else it'll be another episode of 'You-are-single-fgds' slapping your face. Geez, you badly want a damn break but the couple is too absorbed in their own selves, doing whatever cringey couple thing it is behind you, so you chose to ignore their reflection on the elevator walls.

 God spared you for that ride and luckily you reached the 12th floor in the fastest speed possible. You walked in a crazy zigzag pattern when you reached the front step of your door and you held on the handle to prevent yourself from falling directly on the ground. Your eyes are zooming in for the door lock as you punch in your keycode multiple times and still wonder why the door isn't granting you any access at all.

 "The fudge why aren't you opening?" You tried all possible combinations already but to no luck, you are still denied. For the 10th time, the lock gave up on you and is now urging for a password reset when all of a sudden the heavens finally heard your prayer and the door automatically opened. You fell towards a pair of arms, as if on cue you are saved once again from falling directly on the floor. You grabbed on a pair of shoulders, and you felt like you've reached your bed already as your senses are welcomed with a lovely scent of fabcon, which for you is the sweetest scent in the world.

 "Hmm. I can finally sleep now." You smiled the moment you felt safe and secured within the parameters of what you think of as your bed.

"Wait, you cannot sleep on my arms." It's too late for you to wake up because you're already dozing off to dreamland.

"Oh shoot. What am I gonna do with you?" You barged into someone's room and you haven't had the slightest idea of what you'll gonna do the next morning when you wake up.

[lovelyplayground]

Well you should also know that I'm completely different when I'm working, kitten. Some say I'm too strict, but I just want the best, you know? And… let's say your pussy opened my mind. 

Chuckling while driving, I took a small breath before continuing. 

No but seriously. I'm still gonna be the top firm of Japan, don't get it twisted. I'm just willing to help you. That's all. 

Smiling while throwing a side glance at Venus, I could see how dubious she was with my explanation. 

Now, now. You saying you want me to fuck you all day is a nice schedule, darling. I wouldn't have dared vocalise it, thinking you would hit me or something. But burying myself inside your pretty cunt is definitely something I want to do tonight again, and tomorrow for certain.

Caressing her inner thigh, I tried to think of what we could eat now, since all the shops were closed.

Hm. I don't think anything will be open, but I have food at home. Or well, I could always eat you out. That will also do.

Driving back to my place, I opened the gates before parking quickly, letting Venus exit my car and following her, locking it directly after. 

As we entered the living room, I took my hoodie off, releasing a relieved sigh. 

Damn. I'm definitely better without that.

I could see how affected she was by the view, and I was surely gonna tease her about it. 

Don't look at me like that, doll. You know it's yours anyway, right?

Dragging her in the kitchen, I opened the fridge, trying to see what I could do.

Hm. I could prepare Bruschetta. I'm not particularly hungry, and if you're not as well, I'm sure it will be enough for the both of us.

Cooking it fast, I let Venus sit on the counter while I was doing my thing.

I know you love games as much as I do. So what about that. You're gonna cockwarm me while eating. If you cum before the end of the meal, I'll tie you to the bed and do whatever I want to do with you all night. If you're resisting then, you'll have the privilege to have me at your mercy. Looks funny, right?

I knew Venus would lose anyway. I wasn't too worried, and so, watching her expectantly, I grinned.

What do you think ?

-Toji F.

I blush and follow behind him, trying to keep up with his large steps. As he starts cooking I swing my feet watching his muscles contort and contract with the slightest movements. Hearing his proposition for a game I smirk at him and nod. I love games and I’m an extremely competitive person

Okay daddy, let’s play your little game. Just know I don’t play fair

I wink at him and look down to see a bulge forming in his pants. I press my thighs together trying to not make it noticeable but once I see his large hand move to spread my thighs apart I realize my little plan failed

Well hurry up daddy, I’m hungry and you look like you’re about to bust out of your pants

I giggle and wink at him and watch him finish up. I hop off the counter and climb up another one to pull down some plates while he grabbed some utensils for us

If you expect me to come here more often then you need to change where you store your dishes. Not everyone is as tall as you daddy

I look at him and fake a pout for extra show only to giggle against his lips when he kissed me again. Feeling his hands on my hips and his tongue drag along my bottom lip almost made me forget about the plates I had in my hands. I pull away from the kiss and hop down the counter to move from him and to the food

We have food to eat and a game to play daddy, come on

He tells me to go to the dining room and wait for him while he plated everything so while he did that I dropped the pants I was wearing and kicked it to the side. Wasn’t like I’d need them anyways. I wait in the dining room and it’s beautiful but still so empty. All the other seats look like they haven’t been touched in years and I frown a bit. Must be lonely being at the top and having no one to share it with. If he’d let me I’d come over and once I help him get Megumi back it’ll be a bit more lively. I look over at him once he enters the room and move to the chair he sits on

Do you need help with your pants daddy?

Only getting a nod I pull his pants down to reveal his cock, already leaking pre cum and I take one finger to swirl it around his tip and lube his cock up a little. The moment he groans from my teasing I move to straddle him with my back facing him and lift my hips over his so I can reach down and grab his cock and drag it through my folds

Daddy you need to be patient. Patience is a virtue

[zealynstan]

Acme Radio Transcript

Interviewer: Hello there and welcome into Acme Radio. Again, sorry to Rachael, we had to fade down her in the mix as she's on vacation but that's okay because we have a good reason. We have brought in an artist to perform live today, we've got Zealyn here in the studio. Hello Zealyn.

Zealyn: Hello! Thanks for having me.

Interviewer: Thank you for coming in.

Zealyn: Yeah, of course.

Interviewer: Big show tonight at the High Watt.

Zealyn: Yep. High Watt.

Interviewer: Gonna be good. Have you been over there?

Zealyn: No. The only venue I've played in Nashville was the East Room.

Interviewer: Okay.

Zealyn: Yeah. So it's the first time playing the High Watt umm... I've heard great things so I'm excited.

Interviewer: Yes, it's a nice room. There's really like, not a bad spot to see which is good. Most venues in town have a pole right in the middle somewhere.

Zealyn: Okay.

Interviewer: That one doesn't.

Zealyn: Great. Awesome.

Interviewer: Umm... But Zealyn's gonna be out there at the High Watt tonight with Andreas Moss and, I was curious about this, Savannah Sgro?

Zealyn: I think it's Sgro. That's how I always said it?

Interviewer: Yeah.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Interviewer: Okay. S-G-R-O so you can understand our confusion but I think that's it. Doors at 7, the show is at 8. You can get your tickets right now at mercylounge.com.

Zealyn: Yep.

Interviewer: Umm... You mind doing a song first so we can kinda get a little taste of what's gonna happen tonight?

Zealyn: I love to. Absolutely. Yeah, I'm going to sing the title track of the EP that I just released over a week ago- just over a week ago. Umm... yeah, it's called A Weekend in Maine.

Interviewer: Alright. Perfect.

*Zealyn sings A Weekend in Maine*

Interviewer: There you have it. That is Zealyn live here in the Acme Radio studio with a brand new song, the just dropped at uhh... like two weeks ago, a week in a half ago or something like that.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Interviewer: It's awesome.

Zealyn: Thank you.

Interviewer: Sounding great.

Zealyn: I appreciate that.

Interviewer: That is the title track, A Weekend in Maine. The EP dropped May 17th and you pretty much hit the road immediately.

Zealyn: Yeah. Yeah like 3 days later. Don't recommend it. It was pretty- it's a lot at once but it was- it's been fun.

Interviewer: And what is Maine is there something that, did you grew up there, did you have like- is there a far off place that you're like, "Oh.*something I couldn't understand*"

Zealyn: Yeah. I mean, I grew up in Boston. My family. So we always take trips to Maine. And it's just kind of umm... it's a place where a lot of memories were built, a lot of love, a lot of just... Growing up and whatnot and so, it's a really nostalgic place full of nothing but good memories that got me where I am today so... Yeah.

Interviewer: And now you're based in LA.

Zealyn: Based in LA.

Interviewer: Yeah, see I didn't know if it was just like looking at the opposite end of the country.

Zealyn: Right.

Interviewer: And you're like...

Zealyn: Wanting a peaceful life. To get away from the city I mean- It's some of that too as well. Yeah, the city can be uhh... I mean- you know, here in Nashville, it's always the hustle and bustle of music. Everyone- there's so much talent that like, "Go go go go!" So uhh... I feel like this EP is kind of like a longing to escape and just like feel free and calm for a second because it just can be crazy.

Interviewer: Yeah.

Zealyn: Yeah.

Interviewer: Absolutely. Again, Zealyn is here in town, Nashville, Tennessee, playing tonight. She's got a show at the High Watt with Andreas Mass and Savannah Sgro. It's gonna be a good show so I recommend grabbing your tickets now at mercylounge.com to celebrate her now- I guess, released in Nashville, and you've got quite a tour. Excuse me, quite a tour. You've got Atlanta coming up, the East Coast coming up in June.

Zealyn: Mhm.

Interviewer: And the West Coast back in August.

Zealyn: Yup.

Interviewer: Umm... Now, when you head out on these dates, is it something you take a whole crew with you? Do you have the whole band or do you kinda pick and choose as you go through the towns?

Zealyn: Umm... Yeah. It's kind of different each run. Umm... Some run, it's like a three-piece band and other runs, it's a four-piece and then obviously when we're home in LA, we do a whole five-piece band that I'm thankful enough to have friends that are like super talented and great people that can just play music with me. So yeah, just kinda depends on where. But tonight we'll be playing with a three-piece. A drummer, guitarist and I play keys and so umm... yeah.

Interviewer: Little more.

Zealyn: Keeping it- a little stripped- well not stripped, it will be so high energy and so fun. The drummer's amazing. But yeah, a small crew.

Interviewer: Yeah. It's gonna be good. I was listening to the EP the other day. There's some really really nice hype songs, really nice slower ones.

Zealyn: Thank you.

Interviewer: It's gonna be a good time. So again, that's at the High Watt tonight. Now, A Weekend in Maine obviously just dropped and you released it independently. Which is awesome.

Zealyn: I did.

Interviewer: Is that something you love or is that something you were just like necessary or how did you look at the independent aspect of your career?

Zealyn: I mean a little bit of both. It's not like I have labels coming to me like, "We wanna sign you right now!" I love being an independent artist right now for the time being. I think it's great. Have a small team of people that just really believe in the music and that goes a really long way. But uhh... yeah. I think for as long as I can, I'll stay independent and do it on my own. Hopefully, it gets too big one day that I'll have to bring on a bigger team. But uhh... yeah. I'm enjoying it. It's really rewarding. Put a lot of work into it.

Interviewer: Yeah.

Zealyn: A lot of hours. A lot of money. It's not easy. But it's really rewarding.

Interviewer: Yeah. Well, it seems to be working out. I mean, you've been uh... crushed in the socials and I see just constantly updating everything and you're working hard. It's great.

Zealyn: Trying. Thanks. Thank you.

Interviewer: Now, with the EP, did you do it all out in LA and who produced it like how did it all kinda come together?

Zealyn: Yeah. It was all written by me and different people. Every song I worked with different songwriters but it was - for the most part, all recorded by David Burris who is in the Arts District of Los Angeles.

Interviewer: Okay.

Zealyn: Incredible producer and like, just a great hang. It was so fun collaborating, just creating sounds and whatnot with him. So yeah, David Burris produce it all. Except for one song that was done by Aaron Marsh of Copeland. Umm so yeah.

Interviewer: And he produced your first EP?

Zealyn: He did. So yeah. The song that he did on this EP was actually supposed to release on the last EP. But I loved it so much, I wanted to like hang on to it and release it later. It's been three years and the song still holds up and I still love it so I put it on this EP. But yeah, he's also a genius songwriter and like, the layers he adds to songs are just- forget it, they're too good. Yeah.

Interviewer: No, that's cool. And there were some great little collaborations on that as well.

Zealyn: Yeah. First EP or? Yeah.

Interviewer: Yeah, for sure. Again, Zealyn is our guest. You could find her on the socials @zealyn or zealyn.co if you are looking up her website. Some nice merch there. You can listen to this new EP we're talking about, A Weekend in Maine. And you've gotten to spend a couple days in Nashville before your show tonight at the High Watt so, what have you gotten to do over Memorial Day Weekend? Anything you're just like, "Yes."

Zealyn: Okay. So I made a point on this trip to be a local and not be a tourist. So I ask a lot of friends where to go and hung out with any friends that I could hear and umm... few things. Favorite sandwich shop Mitchells.

Interviewer: Yeah. Good call.

Zealyn: So good! I don't know if that is like the local place or not. But it felt like it and it was so good. Also, went to Attaboy.

Interviewer: Attaboy.

Zealyn: *gasps* You don't know it?

Interviewer: I don't know.

Zealyn: Oh, I feel awesome right now.

Interviewer: Yeah.

Zealyn: I feel so cool. It's a speak-easy. You don't tell them what drink you want. They just say, "What do you like?" and you tell them all the things you like.

Interviewer: Okay.

Zealyn: And they create one for you and it's like always delicious.

Interviewer: Gotcha.

Zealyn: Umm... yeah. So I went there.

Interviewer: Sounds like a young person spot.

Zealyn: Okay. Come on!

Interviewer: I'm an old guy. *laughs*

Zealyn: Come on. Well no- But that's the thing though. It's not like- that's true.

Interviewer: I'm just kidding.

Zealyn: But it's not like a club or you know like- I don't know. It's like a very chill, calm hang that's just- yeah, it was fun.

Interviewer: That's my kinda vibe and I'm gonna check that out. Attaboy. Nice. Well, I'm glad that you've got to spend a couple of- you know, a few days in town and I know you got Atlanta tomorrow. So you're hitting the road after the gig night but I hope you have a safe tour.

Zealyn: Thank you.

Interviewer: And I hope you guys keep kicking ass. That's awesome.

Zealyn: Thanks.

Interviewer: Yeah. Again tonight at the High Watt, you can see Zealyn. She's gonna be out there with Andreas Mass and Savannah Sgro. Doors are at 7, show is at 8. mercylounge.com to grab your tickets or try to get them at the door if they are not already gone. And you can keep up with her on socials @zealyn that is Z-E-A-L-Y-N or zealyn.co. You mind doing another song for us?

Zealyn: I would love to.

Interviewer: Awesome. What are you gonna do this time?

Zealyn: I'm going to do Airline Wine. A song also off the EP.

Interviewer: I like that this one was actually the first one I went to cause I was like, "I wanna know what that song's about" *laughs*

Zealyn: It's literally about an airline bottle of wine. My friend was like, "You should write a song called Airline Wine." and I was like, "Okay." And it turned out to be beautiful so umm... yeah. Kinda started as a joke but turned into something I loved.

Interviewer: No that's great. the last song on the EP, right?

Zealyn: Last song on the EP. Yeah. Alright. Here we go.

*Zealyn sings Airline Wine*

Inyerviewer: There you go. That is Zealyn once again live here at the Acme Radio Studio with a little assist from her buddy DJ on guitar.

Zealyn: Woo!

Interviewer: That is a song called Airline Wine and you will find it on her new EP, A Weekend in Maine, which is out now so go check it. Thank you guys so much for stopping by today.

Zealyn: Aww. Thanks for having us.

Interviewer: Yeah. Good luck tonight. It's gonna be a good show. If you guys wanna join us, High Watt is where it is located. Andreas Mass and Savannah Sgro are gonna be on the bill. mercylounge.com to get your tickets and the show will start around 8 pm. Hope you guys, like I said, have safe travels for the rest of the tour and uhh... look forward to see you back in Nashville soon.

Zealyn: Thank you. Thanks for having us.

Interviewer: Alright. That is Zealyn guys. Z-E-A-L-Y-N.co, if you wanna find her website or @zealyn on the socials. You're listening to Acme Radio live- stick around just a little bit, we've got some more great interviews and a lot of good stuff that's coming up at 3 'o' clock here on Acme Radio.

[lovelyplayground]

You never did huh? Well you did fucking great, kitten. It's true that it still needs improvement, but you have potential. Swinging my arm around her shoulder, I forced her to turn around and face me, pinning her to my car, moving my hands to her hips.

God, the way you acted earlier made me all hard again. Didn't know you could pull something like that, but if you wanna hear my opinion, it was bloody hot. 

She giggled at my words as I took her hand in mine, examining her knuckles. 

I'll clean that for you. I have all the necessary supplies to take care of it. Now, let's go back to my place, yeah?

Venus nodded, but before letting her go inside the car, I kissed her forcefully, my hands cupping her face as I traced her bottom lip with my tongue.

I could get used to that. 

She patted my chest before pulling back, and entering the car, she waved at me through the window, a sneaky grin on her face. This woman would be the death of me.

Jogging to the other side, I sat and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, deep in thoughts.

I think I could try to talk with your father. I'm sure your firm and mine could do great things together, don't you think?

Venus turned to me, surprised by my offer. I was feeling the same, and I didn't even know where it came from. Shrugging while starting the engine and driving again to my house, I added more information to it.

What I mean by that… your father's behaviour toward me was clearly biased. Now that I know why, I can't really blame him. 

And that's why I'm saying that now. We could find a way to make it work between our firms. We would be more powerful and the benefits would be fucking huge. But first and foremost, I'm taking the day off tomorrow. I clearly cannot go to work that way, and I'm sure you won't as well. We could spend the day together, what d'you say?

-Toji F.

I kissed him back eagerly and moaned against his lips feeling his tongue explore my mouth easily. I smiled at him and I wanted to pull him back in for another kiss but I know it would’ve lead to him bending me over the hood of his car and fucking me senseless. As much as I would have loved it I wanted to get as far from this house as possible.

As he entered the car the smile I had faded a bit as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. What was going on in his head? Was it Hirosho? Something else? His next words took me completely off guard. Work together? I mean I knew it was a great idea. I mean his firm was the top of all Japan and my firm was an extremely close second. But what would cause this change of pace? For as long as I knew he wanted to destroy it so he could stay at the top with no second place contenders. All the firms I knew that merged ended up being successful for years and with both of our minds combined the world was our oyster

I think that’s a great idea but just know in the professional setting I can’t call you daddy, so you should get accustomed to that

I giggled and started laughing when he reached over to pinch my side, one of my most ticklish spots and I swatted his hand away. Opting to grab it and rest it on my thigh as he drove. His next words surprised me even more. Spend the day with him? My father would be sucked into meetings all day and if I went back home I’d just get extremely bored after lounging in the pool for a couple of hours

I’d love to spend the day with you, so is this a way for you to keep me with you and fuck all day? I raised a teasing eyebrow and laughed even more. But yeah I want to stay with you, I wouldn’t have much to do anyways if I went back home except go in the pool and bore myself to death so yeah

I rest my hand on top of his as he drives and I look over at him, watching how his jaw subtly clenches and releases, how the streetlights scan his features. He’s handsome, too handsome for his own good and the scar on his face makes him even more attractive. I lean over the center console and kiss his cheek a few times before sitting back down

Thank you for this, I needed closure

I look down and smile when he interlocks our fingers and look back over at him

Can we also get something to eat? I know we both want to fuck again but I don’t want to ruin the mood by passing out or a growling stomach