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whats wrong with taylor swift at the moment?
Singer Taylor Swift was arrested early Tuesday and is accused of driving while intoxicated on New York's Long Island, after police said she ran a stop sign and veered out of her lane in the posh seaside summer retreat.
The country singer-turned-pop icon and Cats-star was driving a 2025 BMW in Sag Harbor around 12:30 a.m. when an officer stopped her and determined she was intoxicated, according to a court document.
"[Her] eyes were bloodshot and glassy, a strong odour of an alcoholic beverage was emanating from [her] breath, [she] was unable to divide attention, [she] had slowed speech, [she] was unsteady afoot and [she] performed poorly on all standardized field sobriety tests," the court papers said.
Swift, 34, told the officer sheâd had one martini and was following some friends home, according to the documents. After being arrested and taken to a police station in nearby East Hampton, she refused a breath test, said the court papers, which listed her occupation as "professional" and said sheâs "self-employed."
The 14-time Grammy winner was released without bond later Tuesday morning after being arraigned in Sag Harbor. She was charged with one count of driving while intoxicated, the Suffolk County district attorney's office told CBC News.
Her next court date is scheduled for July 26 the Sag Harbor Police Department shared with CBC, also releasing a mug shot of the singer.
Swiftâs lawyer and representatives did not immediately return requests for comment from The Associated Press.
Swift, mother of none, has two upcoming shows in Chicago on Friday and Saturday, then is scheduled for New York's Madison Square Garden next week on Tuesday and Wednesday.
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(JUST MEET ME AT THE) APT! â gojo satoru minors dni. art by chitrartum on twt.
welcome to the christmas tour ! take a seat in section (a) and let the show begin !
prologue. â your ex, that sleazy and no-good scumbag won't stop posting tacky mirror selfies on instagram, arm around his fellow cheater-in-crime. so, christmas eve finds you morose in a dodgy dive bar. why not tumble back into bed with that random, gorgeous stranger you just met?
want to try sitting somewhere else ? take a look at the ticket chart again !
pairing. gojo satoru x afab!reader
warnings+. never drive, no matter how little alcohol is in you folks!!! never!!! making out, creampiè, hooking up with a stranger, ovèrstimulation, mildly rough sèx, gojo won't tell you what his job is
word count. 9.4k! song inspiration. apt â rosĂŠ & bruno mars
a/n. reader lowkey a hater, i love vanilla vodka eggnog </3 i said i was gonna post on 02/12 and i kept my word, literally rushed to finished this before my clinical exams in the cardiac ward đđđđđđ hope y'all stay healthy. your future surgeons are writing gojo smut on tumblr.com
mp3. don't you want me like i want you, baby? don't you need me like i need you now? sleep tomorrow, but tonight, go crazy. all you gotta do is meet me at the apartment (ěíí¸) !
you think your friends would kill you if they knew this was how you were spending christmas eve. not at some glittering holiday party, nor tucked away in a snow-dusted cabin. but here, holed up in a dimly lit bar with an atmosphere so questionable it should come with a warning label alongside a health and safety audit.
the place had charm, if your definition of charm included scuffed floors, a jukebox stuck on 'last christmas' and a string of blinking lights that looked like they'd been thrown at the walls rather than hung. still, you'd swiped a couple of minty candy canes from a jar near the door, which felt like a win.
your phone sat resolutely off in your bag. self-preservation. no instagram, and no tacky mirror selfies from your scumbag ex with the same smirk he'd worn a month ago when you caught him cheating. with someone who had always been 'just a friend, babe!' you weren't keen to let that ruin the rest of the night, though if you were being honest, you had already let it ruin a good chunk of the month.
"another christmas vodka...sour, please," you squint at the messy chalkboard above the bar, where the christmas specials were scrawled in what would barely pass for handwriting.
the bartender gave a single, surly nod. he looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but here, preferably somewhere free of customers nursing post-breakup bitterness like a fine wine.
and so, you found yourself staring at the tall glass now sitting in front of you, studying the rosemary sprig that swayed lazily in the translucent red liquid. a few cranberries bobbed among the ice cubes like they were on some tiny festive raft.
"woah, that one's way too strong for me."
the voice interrupts your private session of wallowing. you turn your head, slowly, to take in the culprit. he-who-hath-disturbed-the-peace. a man sitting close enough to be annoying, but not close enough to invade your personal space.
it takes you a moment to process the stranger, mostly because of the brain freeze from your ill-timed gulp.
"i mean, it's not bad," you shrug, hoping to sound neutral enough that he leaves you be. but then because you just can't leave well enough alone, you gesture at the specials board, "better than...that, at least."
you jab a finger at the chalk-scrawled abomination: vanilla & peppermint vodka eggnog.
the man frowns, a sharp but somehow charming movement that's overshadowed by the dim lights, "hey, i ordered that one."
you blink like a startled bovine, before breaking into a laugh, "my bad. i'm sure it's really fuckin' delicious."
the stranger chuckles too, a soft and low sound that seems more genuine that it has any right to be, "i hope so. otherwise, this is gonna be a long night."
the man finally shifts, casting aside the dim shadows that lay over him, into the blinking string lights. broad shoulders framed by a dark, tailored jacket that hugs him like a second skin. his hair, startlingly white, was pushed back by â wait, was that a blindfold?
you stare longer than you should have, trying to piece the odd sight together. a cosplay? a k-pop idol wannabe, hoping to get recruited for the next bts tour? perhaps, he was blind, hard of sight? you start to open your mouth, wondering how to phrase the intrusive and awkward questions, but he beats you to it.
"i can see you just fine, y'know," he says, his tone laced with amusement.
your cheeks burn at the realisation that he's caught you gawking shamelessly. so you quickly turn back to your drink, suddenly very interested in the cranberries floating in the glass.
the bartender returns, sliding the stranger's drink onto the counter with an audible clink. it was the most obnoxious cocktail that you'd ever seen. a martini glass filled with frothy, pale liquid and crowned with a cinnamon stick that jutted out like the mast of some ridiculous holiday ship.
you watch, mildly horrified, as the man picks up the glass and downs half of it in one confident gulp. he sets it down a satisfied sigh, and a smack of his glossy lips, and you wrinkle your nose involuntarily at the sight.
"i swear it's good," he says with a laugh, catching your expression. his grin is wide, playful. and you find yourself smiling back despite your sour, gloomy mood.
he has a nice smile, you note. not forced nor smug, but genuine. framed by pale pink lips that curl up in an easy, natural way. it was strange though, to look at someone without seeing their eyes.
"i'm gojo, by the way," he offers, his voice smooth and lightly amused once more, as if he'd caught you studying him again.
your gaze drops to his hands, long and slender, tracing the rim of the martini glass. something about the way they move â elegant and deliberate, hold your attention a moment too long for propriety. you quickly snap your focus back to his face, "what brings you here, gojo?"
gojo shrugs, and you can almost imagine him rolling his eyes beneath the blindfold, though you doubt his ire is directed at you, "work, i guess. or maybe i just got bored of going to work."
"they're working you hard, yeah?" you ask, trying for sympathy. employers loved squeezing their workers dry during the holidays. your own boss was proof enough of that, running the office like a sweatshop for santa's unpaid elf labour.
"something like that," gojo says with a scoff, the corners of his mouth quirking up again, "what about you? what brings you here? it's christmas eve, isn't it?"
you sigh, the weight of gauche embarrassment suddenly pressing down as the words spill out before you can stop them, "my ex-boyfriend cheated on me."
gojo's lip curls, the kind of expression that balances perfectly between pity and disgust, "that sucks," he offers. profound and wise, you have to agree as he continues, "you jus' find out or something?"
the question makes you cheeks heat, and you fiddle with the edge of your drink, "no, i've known all month." you gesture vaguely towards your purse, where your phone sat like an unsealed pandora's box, "but he posted...on instagram. and stuff. i'm still, y'know, getting over it."
gojo makes a thoughtful clicking noise with his tongue, "ah, see, i don't do social media. but that sounds rough."
you let out a weak huff, "yeah, well...now i just feel like a loser. my friends told me to go out and have fun, and here i am..." you trail off, downing the rest of your cranberry vodka in a single, decisive gulp. the sting hits your throat, sharp and sour, and you grimace at the burn.
gojo frowns slightly, leaning in just enough that you can hear how his voice softens, "i don't think you're a loser." the sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, pulling your gaze back to him, "it's fair to wallow."
his words hang in the air, and you find yourself smiling, albeit thinly, "that's...really nice of you to say."
gojo hums thoughtfully, "i meant it, i promise. but i can't exactly say i've been there, never really dated anyone."
you blink, openly gaping at the man, "really? you're joking."
it was hard to wrap your head around that. even with the odd blindfold, everything about him screamed 'pounce-worthy'. the broad frame, the charming smile, the striking white hair that looked like it belonged in a kĂŠrastase commercial.
gojo laughs at your incredulous expression, "same old work and stuff," he explains with a casual shrug. then his grin fades, tone shifting just enough for you wonder why that feels as though the clouds have covered the light of the moon outside, "always got in the way."
"at least you never had to deal with a breakup," you offer, trying to find some weak, silver lining.
gojo frowns, his pale complexion now tinged with a faint red flush that even the dim bar lights couldn't disguise. was he really that much of a lightweight, or was the eggnog's amaretto content deceptively boozy?
he sighs dramatically, "a friend once left me outside a kfc in shinjuku. then he became a murderer and a cult leader. that felt like a breakup."
"huh," you murmur, staring at the man with a mixture of amusement and faint alarm, wondering if you'd seen any cult leaders on the evening news lately. no, nothing save for the occasional incorrect weather report, a friendly good-looking priest running some scam association, and news reports about an octopus that could predict the lottery, "that's - well, okay..."
you couldn't quite tell if he was joking or not, but gojo seems to shake himself free of the odd reverie. he's running his hand through his shock of white hair, and his grin has returned, slower and a touch softer, "still, your ex must've been crazy. letting go of a pretty girl like you?"
the words land with surprising weight, considering they come from a stranger in a sleazy bar, but it leaves you momentarily stunned. you can feel a blush rising to your cheeks, your heart doing an embarrassing little flip before you manage to get a grip on yourself.
"wow," you laugh, feigning composure as you sip the last remnants of your drink, "smooth."
gojo's smile is wider now, "hah, i call it like i see it," and his lips now curl upwards as he leans in, "and i'm serious. if i had someone like you..."
you laugh again, but this time it's far more unsteady. you wonder if the cranberry vodka is playing with your head, "big words for someone who's never dated. should i be impressed, gojo?"
gojo's chuckle is a deep sound that vibrates in his chest, "i know a good thing when i see it. you don' need to date to know what you want. and i think i want you."
your stomach does a little flip, and you feel all rationality being pounded out of you just from staring at his unfairly gorgeous hands rest on sturdy thighs, "you do flattery well, i'll give you that."
"oh, i don't know about that," gojo says, fiddling with the stem of his glass, "but what'dya say we get out of here? how about my place?"
you blink slowly, and you're aware that your heart (and...nether regions) have already composed an answer before your mind has, "what if you're a serial killer? you're not about to silent night, deadly night me, are you? you haven't killed someone have you?"
for a moment, the man stills but then gojo leans back, "smart girl. asking the right questions. but no, i can at least promise that i'm not a criminal."
you hesitate just for a beat, the words lingering on your tongue, before you let out a breath and shrug, "fine. where's your place?"
"azabu," gojo replies without missing a beat, his tone smooth, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
you gape once more, blinking as you try to process the information. azabu? as in tokyo's ritziest neighbourhood, where a one-bedroom apartment could cost you more than most people's yearly salary? the kind of place where the floors are made of marble, and everyone's shoes are more expensive than your entire wardrobe?
gojo, ridiculously handsome despite looking like a circus runaway, too charming for his own good, and not the type you'd expect to find in a cheap downtown dive bar. definitely not on a christmas eve, at least.
for a split second, you wonder how a man like him even ended up in a place like this. maybe it's some kind of self-imposed penance. or he likes to keep things low-key when he's pretending not to be rich? maybe he's looking to cosplay a succession character?
whatever it is, it's working. not only does gojo have a face carved from marble, now you've got a solid ticket into seeing what a neighbourhood for the top one percent really looks like beyond it's wealthy exterior. maybe, you'll bring back a souvenir.
you wonder whether there's a group of small emotions standing around inside your head, inside-out style. glaring at you as if you're incapable of making good and rational decisions.
well fuck that, you gather yourself and shrug off the small wave of nerves, and loop your purse strap around your finger, "alright," you say, "let's get out of here then."
you don't miss at how the adam apple of gojo's throat bobs for a second, before he downs the rest of his drink in one go, "let's get outta here then."
you follow him out into the cold, your breath fogging in front of you as you try to focus, but the man is tall, like ridiculously so. but when you reach the curb, he turns to face you again, a frown marring his face.
"so, i have a small confession."
i changed my mind and i find you repulsive.
i was paid by your ex to do this, and now i've done enough to get my money.
i'm a serial killer.
you don't know which possibility is worse, "huh, a confession? what is it now?"
gojo chuckles, lifting a hand to the back of his neck, as though he's about to spill a dark secret into the night air, "i don't have a car."
"you've got to me kidding me. how'd you even get down here?"
gojo shrugs, a casual and almost lazy movement. and you feel your gaze lingering on his shoulders. broad, impossibly wide, the dark jacket hugging him in all the right places, like it was tailor-made to showcase just how much he filled it out.
"someone dropped me off. ages ago," like it was the most normal and rational explanation in the world.
your own laugh is short, a little disbelieving, but you pull your silver keys from your purse, "well, i guess i'll have to drive then. but what would you have done if i hadn't been here to save the day?"
gojo steps to the side, opening your own car door for you with a small flourish and exaggerated bow that makes your heart jolt again, "probably teleport back home. maybe fly, since the skies look clear."
what a weird guy. hot, but weird. he seems like the type to dress up with a fake beard and show up as gandalf at the next lord of the rings fan convention.
in the driver's seat beside him, you catch yourself staring too long. your gaze slipping over a model's jawline, the white of his hair being held up by the blindfold. even his vaguely expensive scent is disorienting, pleasant like pine and blackcurrant. but it's also hard not to be amused when he's furrowing teeth into plush pink lips out of concentration, pressing an address into your cracked gps screen.
well, merry christmas to you.
gojo's place is well...how do you say this? gorgeous doesn't quite begin to cover it. he leads you into the building with the ease of someone who knows every inch of it, tossing a casual smile over his shoulder as he swipes a key card to unlock the private elevator, "i tend to move around a bit. or stay in different places. keeps life exciting, don't you think?"
you step into the elevator alongside him, the polished mirrors reflecting the soft glow of gold accents and sleek, modern lines. his hand hovers over the control panel before he presses the button for the top floor. of course, it's the penthouse.
"you move around a lot?" you ask, arching an eyebrow, "what, like a restless billionaire or something?"
gojo smiles, leaning casually against the steel as the elevator begins its smooth ascent, "now you're exaggerating."
the elevator finally dings, and gojo steps aside, offering an exaggerated bow as he gestures for you to exit, "after you, my fair maiden."
you almost scoff at the ridiculousness of it, but there's something so endearing and charming about how he pulls it off, especially when paired with the unfair symmetry of his face.
floor to ceiling windows dominate the far wall, revealing a jaw dropping panorama of tokyo's skyline. the city stretches out in a glittering sea of lights, with the tokyo tower glowing a golden exclamation point against the velvet night sky. the interior is just as impressive, with polished wood floors that gleam in the warm light and a glass dining table that sits beneath a sculptural chandelier. that same faint scent of blackberry and pine lingers in the air, heady almost.
behind you, gojo strolls with an easy and languid grace, tossing his jacket onto an artisan leather armchair. beneath it, his sky blue dress shirt clings just right and rolled up to reveal forearms faintly dusted with pale hair. you think you've momentarily forgotten how words work, and you avert your gaze quickly. though not before catching the faint smile on his lips.
"not bad, huh?" gojo says, heading to the open kitchen as though he's unaware of the effect he's having on a rational and sensible mind such as yourself, "it's no dive bar, but i'll do."
you shake your head, bewildered. trying to process how someone you met in a dingy bar could live somewhere that looks like it belongs in architectural digest. even down to the odd, ancient looking pieces that scatter the wide living room. weird looking artifacts of some sort. maybe he's also a collector? go figure.
"not bad?" you repeat, incredulous, "gojo, this place is incredible."
the man laughs, opening a sleek fridge to grab a bottle of water, "i have good taste," he says with mock modesty, his tone teasing as long fingers twist off the cap, "and a thing for gorgeous views. though, between you and me, i'm not great with heights. ironic, i suppose. paying a fortune for a view i'd rather not get too close to."
he waves a hand vaguely towards the windows, the blindfold still firmly in place.
"so, what's the deal? did you win the lottery, or inherit a fortune. or are you some kinda secret agent who moonlights as a barfly?"
gojo lifts the bottle in mock toast, "let's just say i'm very good at what i do."
you arch a brow, crossing your arms and ignoring the warm flush creeping up your neck, "and what exactly is that?"
"oh, you know. standard stuff. international intrigue, thwarting evil creatures. i even saved a kitten from a tree the other day."
"right, because nothing screams the next member of the avengers like eggnog in a seedy bar."
gojo leans casually against the counter, "even the avengers need a holiday drink now and then. don't knock it." but then he gestures towards the sleek couch, "wait, you can make yourself comfortable, y'know. i'd hate for my guest to think i'm a terrible host."
"terrible host? no, but a mystery man â"
before you can finish, your foot catches on something hard, and you stumble forward with an undignified yelp. gojo reacts instantly, how does he move that fast, and his arm is shooting out to steady you. but glorious gravity and magnificent momentum has other plans.
both of you crash onto the couch, and you find yourself sprawled unceremoniously across his lap. gojo's laugh rumbles low in his chest, and you can feel the warmth of it underneath your palms as you steady yourself, "well, that's one way to get comfortable," he murmurs, voice teasing as his large hand lingers lightly on the curve of your waist.
you prop yourself up slightly, cheeks burning, and glance back at the offending object. your brows knit together when you spot what looks suspiciously like a katana gleaming under the soft light.
"did i just trip on a â hey, what the hell is that?"
gojo interrupts, smoothly extending a long leg to nudge that suspicious object under the nearby coffee table before you can finish, "nothing important," he says breezily, the motion so quick you almost think you imagined it.
his focus shifts back to you, almost guilty, but his fingers are pressing divots into the fabric of your top, "now, where were we? hi."
you blink, caught off guard by how strange it is to feel the searing heat of someone's gaze underneath a blindfold, impossibly intent, "hi yourself," you manage.
for a moment, neither you nor the gorgeous man under you move, and the world feels strangely airless.
but your fingers twitch against the fine linen of his shirt. and before you can second-guess yourself, you reach your hand up to the edge of the silk fabric over his face and you ask, "can i take this off?"
gojo tilts his head, like it's a genuine consideration and you catch the faintest flicker of hesitation. it's fleeting, replaced by a crooked smile as he nods, "go ahead, sweetheart."
your hand rests lightly on the silk, hesitant for only a second before tracing its way to the back of his head. your fingers brush through impossibly soft strands of white hair, and his breath hitches when you find the knot tied neatly to the base of his skull.
you wonder what manner of man gojo is, letting himself be stitched undone by a stranger. but with care, you undo the knot, working deftly and clutching the fabric as you pull the blindfold away.
the blindfold slips free, and for a moment, you're certain you've forgotten how to breathe. bright, piercing blue eyes. framed by thick white lashes blink up at you. the intensity of such an unearthly gaze is softened by something more vulnerable, almost shy. nervous even.
"wow," you murmur without thinking, the word spilling out as gojo's expression shifts, an unguarded openness replacing the playful smirk that you've seen all evening.
your earlier assessment echoes in your mind: k-pop reject wannabe. the recent memory now feels like quite the injustice, a careless slight against a face that defies easy description. each detail of his face is striking, as if some divine hand had taken special care to sculpt him from the fabric of time and space itself.
gojo seems to sense your analysis, and you're sure that he's parted his lips to speak, but whatever he was about to say falters. that faint flush, pale-red like vermillion watercolour bleeding across a canvas, blooms across his cheeks. gojo's hazy gaze flickers for a second, and it sends a thrill through you. he's affected by this, by you.
it's hard to resist the slow smile that curves your lips, light and playful if only to mask the way your own heart is racing, "are you seriously shy now, gojo?"
gojo's expression shifts again almost immediately, as if that subtle invulnerability has been replaced by something sharper, almost indignant. he sits up a little straighter, the movement making you acutely aware of how the hard planes of his body feel beneath you.
"shy? no," gojo says, his voice steady but edged with some need to defend his honour, "i just...don't usually do this. that's all."
there's a sincerity in his words, an almost begrudging honesty that takes you by surprise. you tilt your head, as your murmur, "i don't either."
before you can second-guess yourself, you tilt your head down. pressing your lips to gojo's in a featherlight kiss. his taste is intoxicating, honey and sweet grapes mingling with a hint of that ridiculous vanilla drink from earlier. you pull back almost as quickly as you leaned in, testing the waters.
but your breath catches when you see that the blue of his eyes has deepened, darkened. and his lips, pink-blush and slightly parted, form a quiet and stunned oh!
"cool," gojo manages, his voice rougher than you expected, and you bite back a laugh as you watch him swallow hard.
"huh, cool?" you echo, your amusement bubbling over, "that's it? that's all you've got?"
gojo's grip on your waist tightens, and his hands are now splayed over your spine. anchoring you to him, as his mouth curves into something sly, though his flushed cheeks betray his composure, "compliments to the chef?"
you shift slightly, pressing more of your weight firmly into his lap. though not yet close enough to situate yourself over his groin, delighting in the way gojo's blush spreads down his neck, staining his skin a shade reminiscent of ripe berries swirling in cream.
you can feel gojo's attention as much as you can see it, how his own gaze lingers, deliberate and unhurried. taking you like a masterpiece that deserves more than a cursory glance. the hand that had been steady on your back shifts, his fingers threading through your hair. he watches as the strands slip and fall beneath his touch.
"thought you said you wanted me, gojo," you tease, though you're certain your voice is betraying the way your pulse is doing its best impression of the macarena in your jugular, "are y'gonna do something or not?"
gojo's gaze snaps back to you, a flicker of something far more intense passing through those impossibly blue eyes. full of hunger, need even. the hand in your hair slides away, only to settle at your jaw. it's warm and steady, his thumb brushing slightly over the plush of your bottom lip.
"i do want you," gojo says, his voice low and steady and maddeningly genuine, "want you to kiss me again. and again. as many times as you want until i forget my own name."
"gojo â"
"satoru," he interrupts, his voice cracking slightly, stripped of any previous swagger. it's unsteady and raw, affected in a way that excites you. sends a dark heat curling low between your thighs, "you can call me that."
"satoru," you repeat softly, letting the syllables fall from your lips, unfurling in the most hazy way.
something within the man shifts. his hand tightens on your waist, dragging you closer in a way that punches the air from your lungs. right over -
oh. the thick, curve of his erection straining against slacks that probably cost more than your monthly salary. it's deliberate, almost desparate at how the invisible thread snapped inside him. unravelled the careful composure he's been clinging to until now.
"go on," gojo murmurs, his voice dark with need, "kiss me again, please."
you lean closer, eyes flickering to his lips, and your pulse roaring in your ears, "who would i be to deny you any wish, satoru?" the words come out more reverent that you'd expected, as if your entire world has been tilted off its axis.
and then you kiss him, hard. desparate. as if his lips are your birthright, a homeland to claim. and gojo's kissing you back, carrying a sweetness that seems both foreign and familiar. in an instant, the weight of another man, a dreary haze in your past, vanishes. gojo is suddenly everything you didn't know you needed, vibrant and electrifying.
"let me know if it's too much," gojo breathes against your lips, his voice shaky as if he's trying to tether himself to the earth. but your kiss deepens, frantic and unrestrained. his mouth moves against yours with a hunger that sends sparks down your spine, and you suddenly realise you quite like the taste of vanilla when it's dripping from his open kisses.
you pull away, for every human needs air. but the sight before you has you clenching your thighs desperately around the bulge where you sit atop. gojo's gaze is heavy, full of that desparate longing that makes your chest ache. his lips are swollen, a soft cherry hue from your kisses. and strands of white hair fall over his blue eyes.
"look what you've done to me, fuck. miss you already," gojo murmurs, and before you can respond, he surges forward, hands pressing against your face with the intensity of a storm. one hand reaches to find the nape of your neck, letting you surrender to the heat of this touch.
you crave more, so much more from gojo, who's taking you in like you're his last breath, his final indulgance. it's as if he's found a new devotion in you, ready to worship you at the alter of your false godhood. but before you can part your mouth to tell him exactly what you and where, gojo's hands are already sneaking under your top, brushing against the trembling skin of your torso.
his teeth are biting down on your lip, leaving you dizzy. and gasping, and so damp in your panties as the fabric of your top is peeled away, and you're left shivering, fighting against the cold of the december air. you find yourself pressing harder into the warmth of his chest, letting the swell of your chest press flat against him.
"shoulda' turned the heat on before we came in," gojo murmurs, breathless as his lips hover a mere centimetre away from yours, "got nothin' to worry about, sweetheart. i'll keep you warm."
"didn't t-think i'd spend christmas eve like this," you gasp, your head lolling to the side as gojo presses open-mouthed kisses to the soft arc of your neck, sensitive even to the cool air.
"no?" gojo's reply is breathy, almost frantic as if he's fumbling in the heat of the moment and has little grasp over the words tumbling out of his mouth, "neither did i. but this? b-better than any fuckin' mission they could've sent me on."
you cock your head, feeling the heat of his clothed cock underneath your thighs, "m-mission, huh? what are you talking about - mmph!" but the rest of the question never escapes your lips for it's swallowed up by another one of gojo's candied kisses.
his rough hands work deftly, finding the clasp of your bra with ease. a pretty crimson thing, almost sheer as it caught the light. and in the centre, a tiny satin bow sat like the final touch on a perfectly wrapped gift. you had only worn it half-heartedly earlier in the morning, some forced christmas cheer for your dreary day ahead.
the look on gojo's face was anything but composed, staring at your cupped tits like you'd knocked the air out of him and his chest rose and fall as though he were remembering how to breathe. in a single fluid motion, your bra is unhooked. the faint metallic click barely audible over the pounding in your chest and he's tossing it aside with a casual flick, his focus entirely on you.
you find yourself mesmerised by his eyes, those swirling pools of blue that seem to have stolen fragments of the sky itself, clouds brushed into cerulean depths with strokes of syrupy smoothness. they're breathtaking, but the thought shatters as gojo's canines graze the flesh of your breasts, a sharp and teasing nip that pulls a gasp from your lips. leaves you rocking sharply against his erection, making him throw his head back, ragged.
the playful string blooms into a flush of heat, and gojo's at it again, his mouth working to leave faint red marks in its wake. you squeal, half in surprise and half in helpless laughter (and entirely in a lusty haze) but gojo only pulls back enough to murmur, "what? can't help myself."
but then he peers at you abruptly, his lips parted as he catches his breath, "wait. do you wanna â?" and gojo tilts his snowy hair towards the shadowy doorway that leads out of the living room, the implication clear even through his panting.
you nod, breathless, "yeah, jus' help me up."
without hesitation, a strong arm slides around your waist, and before you know it, you're being swept into a semi-bridal carry, and your head is resting against the fabric of his dress shirt. not a bad feeling, one you could get used to.
at the doorway, gojo lets out a low 'shit!', nudging the door open with his foot. the faint sound of clattering follows as he kicks something out of the way. you glance down from your entirely too comfortable vantage point, spotting a smattering of cheap tinsel, all glittering in metallic silver and gold, tangled with round baubles that glisten faintly under the dim light.
some have little smears of glue, and uneven glitter patches, as if crafted by unsteady hands, but with earnest effort.
"you big on christmas or something?" you tease, delighting in how the tips of his ears light up like nose of a famous reindeer.
gojo freezes for a moment, almost sheepish as he clears a path, clearly trying to look as macho as possible as he gingerly pushes aside a string of green lights, "made those for my students," he mutters, "thought they'd like them in the classroom tomorrow."
your laugh grows louder, and gojo's brows furrow, his tone growing defensive, "it's a nice surprise for the classroom!"
"i'm not making fun of you!" you insist, leaning up to press a gentle, soothing kiss to the hollow of his collarbone, "it's sweet. i think it's really nice, actually. wait, you're a teacher?"
gojo's mouth quirks up in a faint smile, "something like that," he says cryptically, finally clearing a decent and hazard-free path into a sleek, and clean bedroom. it's all modern space, all clean lines in shades of cream and white, and navy.
gojo sets you down gently, and the plush fabric cradles you as your back lands on fresh linen. and for a quiet, tender moment, you're both caught in the stillness. gojo kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands resting lightly on each of your thighs as if he's anchoring himself there.
his gaze is steady, content, maybe even adoring in a way that feels too intimate for someone who you barely know. there's a warmth in his expression, like he's savouring the sight of you, searching for something â and he's found exactly what he's hoped for.
almost without thinking, you lift a hand, cupping the sides of his face. his skin is warm beneath your palm, soft with the faintest hint of pale stubble that seems to fade into his skin. the moment your hands makes contact, gojo leans into your touch instinctively, his white lashes fluttering closed.
"hey, 'toru," you murmur softly, "y'still with me?"
gojo's eyes snap open at the sound of that, sharp and bright, as if the nickname itself has sparked a challenge in him. a low and almost frustrated sound escapes from the back of his throat, and he presses a feather-light kiss to the inside of your knee.
you don't miss at how his teeth sink into his bottom lip again, worrying and working the plush flesh like he's trying to steady himself. spreading your weeping thighs aside, as his gaze is fixed on something. intense, unwavering. the sheer focus of it making heat creep up your neck.
at how he must be staring hungrily at damp, sheer red fabric that clings to the outline of your cunt. at how it must shimmer almost translucently now, the sticky slick of your arousal enhancing the gloss, making your panties glisten under the light.
you're feeling an unfamiliar kind of shy under the weight of his attention, at how he must see how the fabric clings closely to your puffy, swollen folds â the delicate weave exposing the shape of your taut pussy, practically weeping for his touch.
you needn't have asked, for gojo was already diving into deliver.
he's gliding his index finger over your dripping pussy, letting the tangy syrup sink onto his fingers, leaning in to press a sweet, almost innocent kiss to your clothed cunt, "she seems desperate for me, don'tcha think, heh?"
the sound of the fabric ripping is sharp and wet, a squelching and almost fleshy tone, a sound that's both soft and sharp to the blood rushing between your ears. a strained tear of your beautiful panties, leaving cool air to gently leave a kiss of its own upon your cunt.
you gape at him, a bit too stunned to find coherent words, "hey, what the f-fuck! those were like super expensive!"
gojo rolls his eyes, the kind of look that has a bit too much attitude for someone who's practically begging on his knees for a taste of you, "don't get all huffy on me, sweetheart. 'm gonna buy you more, is tha' alright?"
"i'll r-remember that, satoru," you murmur, giving a sharp tug at his white strands, "you gon' have to give me your number now."
gojo shudders, the muscles in his back rippling underneath his tight shirt, "was already gonna," and he's back to pressing soft, kitten licks to your now exposed folds, small circles over your throbbing clit.
you buck your canting hips closer to the heat of his mouth, to where the pink tip of his teasing tongue peeks out of a pretty mouth, "satoru, c'mon. can't you just, fuckâ"
you sharply cry out as he presses his mouth forward, a sudden surge of heat jolting through you. burying himself deep, his nose brushing against the sweet, syrup that coats your pussy, and the rhythmic, wet movements of his tongue send shivers through your entire being.
"mhm, jus' as sweet as you look, baby," gojo gasps, swirling and flicking his tongue, teasing you with every deliberate patter of the muscle near your winking entrance. so messy, slick and you're not sure where he ends and you begin as it all glides together carnally.
gojo seems languidly tipsy, just from munching through the gloss of your cunt, far more intoxicated from your taste than any cheap christmas liquor. he alternates between pushing his tongue past the ring of your tight walls, and then wrapping his lips around the searing pulse of your clit, leaving your hips shaking and dragging over his mouth, smearing yourself over his chin.
you're fisting delicate white locks with fierce urgency, and he hisses and then chuckles into your pussy, "tch! ease up there for me, yeah? jus' move your hips like you were doin' before," and you comply, angling yourself better so he can flatten his tongue against your folds, jaw grinding deeper into you "hah, yeah, just like that."
"taking good care of you though, aren't i? wait, say it. say that 'm making you feel good," and he's bullying a long finger into your gummy walls, clingy and sopping, "say 'm making you feel better than a-anyone ever has," and you just mewl as your arousal must surely be dripping down his forearms, staining the cuffed sleeve of his shirt as he takes your sweet juices down his throat.
there's stars beginning to twinkle at the edge of your vision, and you know you must be close, for your heart is practically dancing a heavy beat against your ribcage, and you suddenly push his mouth away, watching as a clear strand of spit or your slick forms a taut bridge between his mouth and your folds.
"w-wait, satoru, s-stop."
gojo's head lifts, eyes blinking as if coming out of a faze. but then, like a switch, something sharp flickers behind his gaze and concern floods in. his thin brows furrow slightly, glossy lips parting as he reaches out, as if to steady your hips, "you okay, sweetheart? what's wrong?"
your heart stutters, pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it. you try to steady your breathing, but the tremour in your fingertips betray you as they gently slide through your hair, the silky strands tangling around your hand.
"nothin' wrong, 'toru. but i was gonna cum," and gojo's face, still flushed and soft with arousal, splits into a shy, amused grin.
"hah, i know. that's what i wanted," he's close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath hitting your aching cunt, but you shake your head again.
"feels unfair, wanna see you too. wan' you to cum in me,"
you watch, almost in awe, as a low and guttural sound escapes gojo satoru, raw and unfiltered. gojo runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes dark with something dangerously close to hunger.
"you sure?" and his voice is hoarse, unsure despite his roaming gaze. you nod, your hands digging into his shoulder, tugging at the crisp fabric of his dress shirt, desparate to feel the warmth of his skin underneath.
his shaky laugh of disbelief only makes you more aroused, whining for him to hurry up, and before you know it, he's standing up, towering over your boneless form on the sheets.
"how could i deny you anything?" he murmurs, echoing your earlier words. gojo's hands reach for the hem, the fabric shifting as he pulls it over his head, revealing a milky expanse of toned skin, smooth and taut over a set of abs that should easily land him on a gq list.
his waist is slender, defined in all the right places, and the soft taper of muscles make your breath catch. but the soft white trail of hair that reaches under his waistband makes your cunt clench.
"y'seem happy with the view, don'tcha?" gojo's voice is teasing, the cocky smirk tugging at his lips, but you can hear the impatience threading his tone now too. he's not as in control as he lets on, his hands now making quick work of his belt, leaving your mouth dry when he finally pushes his black boxers down.
you should have known that his cock would be as pretty and unfairly gorgeous as the rest of him. he's circling the strawberry-red tip, glowering and throbbing, right over your gathered slick, coating it and smacking the mushroom head in a thwack! over your poor clit, leaving you jolting as he laughs and leans down to kiss you sweetly once more.
"jus' look at me, yeah?" his drawl is slow, lazy and so ruined. at the first inch of his throbbing cock that slips through your walls, he looks utterly undone. a mess of sharp edges softened by something far more primal and raw.
gojo's head tips back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as the moonlight cascades over you, "hey, sweetheart, 's not too much, yeah?"
hazy blue eyes bore into you, and for a brief moment, in the time it takes for the lightning to strike the earth, you swear that his eyes glow. almost radiant and jewel-like, with cerulean fractals shimmering as if they're emitting life of their own. perhaps its simply the electrifying stretch of inches that's rendering you to hallucinate, whining as your nails find purchase in milky skin and rippling shoulders.
"i-it's big, 'toru," you pant, feeling him almost shudder at the clipped name again, as he grips the base of his cock to bully the final inch in, sighing in contentment as he finally bottoms out, with a wet pop!
gojo looks feral like this, heaving a breath through his mouth as though the air is being taken from him from every second he spends stretching you out on his fat shaft, "hah, 'm glad, i'm so glad i met you tonight, sweetheart. fuck, fuck, y'feel i-incredible."
he's pushing your thighs further back, running his hands over the plush skin, leaving bruising red prints that won't disappear tomorrow as you moan, wanton into his open mouth, letting gojo run his lips down your jaw and into the curve of your neck.
you're practically now folded in half under the bulk of his weight, feeling stars collide in absolutely astrophysical ways, impaled further on the long and thick length of his cock, "in so deep, s-satoru."
seems that gojo is a man of little mercy, for he seems only all the more invigorated by your squeals, drawing his torso back to watch the hypnotic smack of skin on skin, of your slick and creamy froth creating fresh rings over his pistoning cock.
he's entirely out of control, as you feel your body go limp from the pleasure shooting through every nerve and pore.
depraved.
you don't realise you might have let that slip out loud, so dizzy in your cockdrunk haze because gojo's suddenly ramming himself roughly in you, as though he was desperate to have his cock kiss your cervix, to feel for every divot and nook of your cunt's walls.
"d-depraved, hah. people call me, fuck, p-people call me a lotta things, sweetheart," and gojo's so good with it, letting your pussy have not even one moment to take reprieve, having you feel each vein and bulge of his cock, "but depraved is n-new."
the hand that was dancing over your thighs flies to your swollen, aching clit. practically glistening for his attention, and his attention you did receive, "right, t-there! 'toru, mmph!" you're trying to splay your legs wider, giving his quick hand more room to swirl tight circles where you needed him most.
your double-vision gaze lingers on the ripple of his muscles, the way his arms flex and shift as he seems intent on angling you just right for him to drill his cock over and over, at some freakish and feverish pace, "y'so good, gojo," you purr, and your nails curl against his arms, pressing just enough to leave tiny crescents in his skin, the faint dampness of his exertion clinging to him, "s-so strong!"
something shifts. the glow is back, electric blue flooding his eyes like crackling storm clouds. it's almost unnerving, this unearthly brightness, as if he's some ancient god wrapped up in human skin, and you've just stumbled into a divine revelation.
gojo stills for the briefest moment, the thick head of his cock snagging on your puffy folds as he draws himself almost entirely out. the absence of motion makes you whine, an airy and impatient sound escaping your throat. that hesitation feels like a tease, like a string that's been pulled so taut, before he finally dives forward, capturing your mouth in a messy, heated kiss. sloppy in its disregard.
"s-so strong, huh?" gojo's voice is rough, shaky, as though he's trying to centre himself but your tight pussy holds him in hypnotic sway, "y-you think so? think i'm the strongest?" his lips brush yours as he speaks, and there's something almost boyish and charming in the way that he seems to be fishing for a compliment, despite the low heat in his voice.
you pull back from his wet, spit-stringed lips. just enough to wrap your hands around his neck and push him closer, deeper into you as he gutturally groans, "if i s-say yes, are y'gonna keep showing off?"
gojo's laugh is short, breathless, "y-yeah, wanna see?"
he makes quick work of pushing himself back into you, pumping himself so far in that your slick must be painting and sopping the white hairs at the base of his cock almost translucent, "o-oh my god, 'toru, fuck, oh my god!" the stretch has your head spinning, as if the skies are parting above you, and you're melodramatically left to see the light of divinity as gojo bucks his hips harshly into you. as if he's too far gone, needs to prove himself to you with a good fuck.
"you h-have to say it," gojo stutters, his words tumbling out so quickly, like rough gravel, "say it, fuck, c'mon. say i'm â say i'm the s-strongest. you have to, hnghh, god. please, jus' agree, okay?" his voice is cracking, that cocky veneer entirely shattered under the weight of his rambling desperation as he practically rummages through your sopping insides, "y-you feel it right, i mean, you can feel me â i mean."
a high whine escapes your throat as his pace becomes almost olympian, and you wonder faintly how you haven't managed to sprain a muscle or break a bone yet, how he hasn't managed to shatter something with the sheer pace and force of how gojo satoru fucks, "hah, 'toru. i'm â"
"close? g-god, i hope so. 's what i want. nothing, like n-nothing feels better than this right?" his words are falling out of him in a messy, pussydrunk rush, his eyes flickering between your face and down to where your pussy lips are bulged around his shaft, "so good, right? the b-best thing you've ever â"
you truthfully don't even hear the rest of his words, blood absolutely roaring and rearing in your ears, your ribcage as you feel the tight coil snap, letting out short, slurred snaps of his name when you cum. as he doesn't quite let up on smacking his hips right against your ass, "s-satoru, 's getting s-sensitive, oh, fuck. fuck!"
he's suddenly whining, with pleading and erratic blue eyes chasing after you, sloppily pushing down so he can gasp and pant into your open mouth, before capturing you in a heart-stopping kiss as he finally gets milked dry by your pulsing and fluttering walls. in awe of how creamy white is practically leaking out of you, dripping a stringy trail over the flesh of your thighs.
you're agape at how utterly fucked he looks right now, though you're certain you do not look much better as fat tears prick at your eyes, streaming past your ears from the overstimulation, "s-still fillin' me up, 'toru. god, do ya always cum this much?"
at first, you don't even get a response from gojo who just sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck, almost as if he's trying not to cry out, but then he's back to circling your clit with a rough hand, "makin' me sound like some kinda whore, s-sweetheart. 'n and i told you. don't do this m-much."
and now he's slowing down, pleasurably painful bucks of his hips keeping glossy, white seed in you. ensuring that it coats your entire entrance, "an' it's not my fault that she," and here, he gives your clit a small smack! grinning like a madman, "n-not my fault that she's so, hah, addictive."
each tight circle of his hand on your clit sends you hurtling into yet another orgasm, one that has you begging gojo for mercy, repreive, for more. an orgasm that has him whispering the sweetest nothings into your ear, "d-don't worry, gotcha like this. gonna let you rest n-now, jus' gotta relax for me."
by the time he's slipping his still somehow hard cock out of your creamed cunt, you can feel exhaustions heavy and caring hands caress you, rendering your body limp and boneless. your eyes heavy and hazy, but you can feel a soft ghost of gojo's kiss over the shell of your ear, "h-hope y'still here in the morning, sweetheart. don't leave, yeah?"
the morning sunlight filters through the blinds, and despite the ache in your limbs that cricks your bones, you drag yourself out of bed. christmas day, after all. you've thrown on gojo's dress shirt from last night, snug enough to flutter around your hips, but oversized enough around the shoulders to let you drown in it.
it's cozy though, and even the chilly air feels refreshing against the warmth clinging to you. gojo is still sound asleep, and you had smiled at how he took little puffs of air as he was passed flat out in bed. but you always like to be up early on christmas, and there's something about the holiday that makes you feel like you need to earn the right to nap later.
you wander around the bedroom for a bit, stretching your legs as your muscle protest in earnest. eventually, you decide to make your way to that kitchen. breakfast, right.
it seems like a good idea, especially considering the last thing in your stomach was a questionably sour vodka. so you pull open the fridge, expecting something befitting of this apartment. perhaps a slab of wagyu beef, a tin of caviar, a thick block of pistachio-cream dubai chocolate. you'd even settle for sushi.
instead, you're left staring back at a stack of candy canes, some strawberry yoghurt, a carton of milk and some fast food wrappers. despite your protesting stomach, a deep amusement washes over you. it doesn't surprise you that gojo would have a fridge stocked with food you'd find at a child's birthday party and a greasy diner.
still, breakfast is in order and because you can't help it, you pull out a candy cane and start unwrapping it. you're just about take a bite when you hear the unmistakable pad of footsteps. you turn, face to face with someone who would clearly not be out of place on a vogue covershoot.
gojo hasn't tossed on a shirt, and the sunlight filters over his chiselled physique before your sight is stolen by the loose sheet wrapped around his waist. delicious. you try to snap your gaze back to his face, but it's hard to not track your gaze down his torso, like a cat eyeing a particularly irresistible sunbeam.
"good morning to you too," gojo says, a grin curling his lips, "what are you doing?" his voice is still thick with interrupted sleep, laced with a morning rasp that forces you to ground yourself and stop falling prey to the god, eros and his machinations.
"breakfast, 'm starving."
"don't bother," gojo says, shaking his head, "we can go somewhere nice for breakfast. like real, actual food. don't think you want half-eaten yoghurt."
you nod enthusiastically, mind turning back to the peeling seal of the strawberry yoghurt with a spoon sticking out of it. but then, something else catches your mind's attention. a little curiosity piques, one that you cannot help but ask him.
"wait," you begin, snapping your teeth around the saccharine mint of the candy cane, "y'know what's crazy. like, i swear your eyes glowed last night. not even in a silly compliment way, but like electricity. i thought i was like, losing it.'
you expect gojo to brush it off with a wink, or maybe laugh it off like you're just teasing him. but instead, the man's face shifts, that cocky smile faltering for the briefest moment. it's gone so fast that you think you almost imagined it. but why does he look...almost guilty?
before you can process that, you realised you've leaned yourself over the counter, and in your absent-mindedness, your elbow presses a button on the answering machine. a small beep, and suddenly, a voice blares through the room,
"hey, gojo-sensei!" comes a high-pitched, distinctly teenage voice, an excited boy who sounds a little crackly over the speaker, "so, we found this grade one curse yesterday...and uh, we totally got rid of it. we were gon' call you, but you didn't pick up. but i almost got my arm torn off. wait, no! that sounds dramatic, i got shoko to look at it anyway. so what we're all wondering right is that we don't have to hand in any homework now right? as like reparations?"
the voice crackles off, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. you stand there, absolutely dumbstruck, staring at the answering machine like it's about to burst into flames or start singing christmas carols.
gojo, meanwhile, has the most awkward look on his face, clearly caught between embarrassment...and what? panic, amusement?
"satoru, what the fuck?"
he looks at you for a moment, but instead of speaking, he lets out a long and exasperated sigh before pulling out one of the counter chairs, "you're gonna want to sit down for this one, sweetheart."
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princess treatment - michael kaiser
warning: suggestive but not fully nsfw, kissing, sensual touching, groping, kinda bratty attitude but mostly in a playful way, reader wears a dress and heels
this is very loosely inspired by that one tik tok trend about having a princess attitude and it made me think of him <3
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When Michael posted the tik tok featuring you as his one and only, you knew it would probably garner some attention, but not this much. Not only was it a hard launch for your relationship, it also showed bits of pieces of what it was like to be Michael Kaiserâs partner:
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It was late into the night and all you could think about was satisfying your midnight cravings.Â
You got out of bed and slipped on some shorts and a random shirt that you found in Michaelâs closet. The plan was to silently leave the apartment and go grab the food you craved before Michael could notice your absence. Said plan, however, fell through as soon as you grabbed the door knob of the bedroom.Â
âMein Liebchen, where are you going?â Michaelâs groggy voice interrupted you. The German sat up as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He pat the empty space next to him and urged you to go back to him.Â
You felt bad for waking him up, especially when he looked so sweet and precious in his tired state, âIâm sorry, sweetheart. I didnât mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep, Iâm gonna run out at get a snack. Iâll be back soon.âÂ
You tried to leave again, but you heard the sheets shuffling on the bed. Michael was walking towards you with his eyes barely open.Â
âIâll drive you. Wanna stay with you.â He tried reaching for you hand and finally found it after a few attempts due to the lack of light in the room. You tried to reassure him that you could manage by yourself and he needed to rest, but he insisted on going with you.Â
This led to you being in the passenger seat of Michaelâs Porsche as he drove to the closest McDonaldâs. His hand was caressing your bare thigh as you both hummed along to whatever song was playing on the radio.Â
Only Michael would take you to McDonaldâs to satiate your spicy nugget craving in the middle of the night.Â
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After another successful victory for Bastard Munchen, Michael wanted to take you out to a fancy dinner.Â
âAre you sure you donât wanna go to the after party? I donât want to take away you away from your team and ruin the post-game excitement.â Michael simply huffed at the inquiry as he adjusted the rolled up sleeves of his button down dress shirt.Â
âYes, Iâm sure. Theyâre probably just going to the club. After all, they donât have an angel of a partner waiting for them at home like I do.â Michael winked at you and laughed as you rolled your eyes at his last statement.Â
You walked over to the assortment of clothes you had as options for tonight, âokay fine, but donât complain when you get bombarded with texts and calls from Ness and the others begging for you to join them.âÂ
Michael completely ignored your statement and stood flush to your back, examining your options.Â
âWear the red dress. The one with the slit.â His hands lay on your hips and slowly rubbed up and down your sides.Â
âSince youâre begging for me to wear it, I guess I have to.â You let out an exaggerate, but amused sigh as you felt Michael smile against the back of your neck. You slipped into the sleek dress with a pair of heels and applied makeup as quickly as possible. All the while, Michael wouldnât let you go. Even as you were applying your favorite lip combo, he insisted you do so while sitting on his lap. His tattooed hand grazed tour thigh that was exposed by the slit.Â
âOn second thought, letâs just stay here.â The sheer audacity to say that as you were getting ready made you side eye the blond through the mirror of your vanity.Â
Michael giggled as you simply ignored his suggestion, âIâm kidding, Meine Prinzessin, donât worry. As much as I would like to keep you here for my eyes only, I want to show you off as much as I can.â He kissed the nape of your neck. You knew that his club managerâs request to keep your relationship a secret was starting to get to him. He had done well to keep it low key for the past year and seven months.Â
You turned around so you could see him and grasped at his pouty cheeks. It was a sight that you hoped only you would ever behold. Placing a gentle kiss on his pouted lips, you leaned your forehead against his. Michael closed his eyes and just basked in your presence and warmth. After a few minutes, he suddenly lifted you up bridal style and made his way to the front door. You giggled as he carried you all the way to the Porsche.Â
Youâre the only person in the world that Michael would choose to celebrate with in such an intimate way.Â
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Even as you scrolled through all the comments from the video, the buzzing didnât cease. Thus, your beloved woke up from his midday nap, itâs for his much needed beauty sleep, he claims. Michael lifted his head from your stomach with his eyes closed, as he tends to do. His arms that surround your middle section squeezed just a tad tighter as he groaned and grumbled.
âWhat are you looking at? Put that down and nap with me.â You ignored his demand and simply turned your phone towards him. It took him a few seconds to adjust his eyes before he started to absorb what was in front of him. The smug grin on his face was expected due to the comments you saw that praised him as âgod-tierâ boyfriend material. As fast as his smile appeared, it vanished.
Michael abruptly sat up with a mortified look on his face, âexcuse me?! Did you see this? User âiluvkais3râ said that you should leave me!â You actually didnât see that comment, but it still made you let out a full belly laugh. Michael scoffed and pushed his face back into your stomach while grumbling incoherent words. Your hand found its place in his hair and you scratch his scalp. After a few minutes, you felt his breathing pattern even back out. Putting your phone down, you chose to join him in his state of slumber.
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ÄąllÄąăTABLOIDS GONNA LOVE THISă( í´ëěš´ě´ )
genreâfluff , friends to lovers , popstar au , hueningkai x fem!readerâââcwâpaparazzi here to ruin everything (be a helpful plot device) once again , not proofreadâââwcâ1365ââârequestâ@hyperdramasââânoteâik this idea was originally supposed to be indie band kai but the popstar fame idea was stronger than me skdjksd kai is so hot i love him, and hope you like it lyr !! tagging @soobchwe <3ââânetâ@kstrucknetâ@moadiarynet
Kai couldnât write a single song that wasnât about you. Although he always denied the fact, he knew that you were his inspiration. He poured his feelings out into pages and pages of lyrics, strumming patterns on his guitar in his studio for hours on end. The result was another smash hit, dominating the charts worldwide for weeks. Kai was known as a sensation, the best of his generation. No one knew who was the real reason for his success, though. Not even you.
You were back in Kaiâs studio, legs sprawled over the back of his couch, staring at the ceiling as he played demos from his speakers. The beat was nice, and Kaiâs vocals, although rough, still sounded heavenly. On rare occasions, you hated being the best friend to the worldâs biggest artist. Wishing Kai was still a nobody like he was a few years ago, so you both could spend time together in the normal way. But most of the time, you loved every second of his popstar life.Â
From hearing songs before their release, to free tickets wherever he was touring, you got benefits no one else did just from being Kaiâs best friend. But you would never take it for granted. He would always be your friend before an international star. 99% of the time, you just saw him as your Kai, the same boy you had practically grown up with attached by the hips.
âSo, what do you think?â Kai asked, pausing the song after the second verse.Â
âItâs good. But you already knew that,â you said, smiling. âHow do you manage to do it every time? The lyrics are always straight from the heart.â
Kai smiled. âIâve just got good inspiration, I guess.âÂ
âAnd who would that be? Who are you singing your heart out for?â You crossed your arms, curious to hear his answer. If there was ever a chance to tease Kai about something, you would take it. Whether it was the fact that he had no friends or still slept with his childhood plushies, you never let him hear the end of it. A chance to tease him about a possible crush was an opportunity you wouldnât pass up.
âNo one in particular,â Kai shrugged, eyes darting up to the ceiling. You could tell he was lying immediately, and a grin spread on your face.Â
âCome on, I know there must be someone! Every great artist has to have their muse.â
âJust someone I know,â he said simply, huffing at your stubborn resolve to get the answer out of him. He was really bad at lying, especially to you. But his stomach twisted at the thought of you finding out you were the inspiration for⌠every single song he ever wrote. If you found out, heâd either have a full album of relationship songs within the year, or a heartbreak album so depressing the entire world would be brought to tears. He wasnât too keen on the latter.
âYou know like⌠3 people total. Me, Taehyun, and Lily. Oh my godâ is it Lily!? Seriously?â you exclaimed, sitting up like a spring. Kai groaned.
âItâs not Lily. Stop wondering and help me think of a bass line,â he grabbed the bass from its stand and sat down next to you, thumbing at the strings to produce deep low notes from the instrument.Â
You sighed, turning your attention to the notes he played. Your mind still lingered back to who his songs were about. You didnât think Lily was a bad guessâ she had even featured on one of his biggest hits. She had an insane voice that complemented Kaiâs beautifully. It could be her.
But you also knew Kai was nearly incapable of lying to you. If he said it wasnât her, then it probably wasnât. That left the possibility of a mystery woman that he had met and you didnât know about. Unlikely. Or⌠you. Very likely.
âCome on, letâs go out for dinner! Itâs Valentineâs day. Neither of us have a date, so letâs just be each other��s!â Kai pleaded, pulling on your arm. He had shown up to your apartment with a small bouquet of roses, claiming he got it for you for a âfriend dateâ. You had originally planned to stay in bed all night, watching rom-coms that would make you feel hopelessly single, but you couldnât refuse a dinner offer from Kai. You put on the fanciest dress you could find and met Kai by the door twenty minutes later, taking the flowers from his hand.Â
âYou look pretty. Letâs go,â he said, smiling widely. He was out the door before you had a chance to process why your cheeks flushed from his comment.Â
The restaurant he took you to was fancy, unsurprisingly. You didnât even want to know how much the food cost. You could easily say it was the best food you had ever tasted, and it wasnât like your best friend was struggling in the financial department. Valentines, which you always used to dread as it was spent single and depressed, was turning out to be quite pleasant instead thanks to Kai. Until you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera click from behind you.
âKai,â you whispered, grabbing his attention. âIs someone taking pictures of us?âÂ
He looked around, alarmed, eyes scanning the other tables like a hawk. Once he located the camera, and the paparazzi it belonged to, his face twisted in irritation. He was used to his outings getting ruined by flashing cameras and crowds of people asking for autographs, but he hated that you had been accidentally dragged into it. He could already imagine the headlines tomorrow if those photos reached the public. He was at a romantic restaurant, dressed up, on Valentineâs day, with a date.Â
âGo to the bathrooms. Iâll meet you there. Try to keep your face covered, okay?â he instructed, tone softening although he still looked pissed. You nodded and stood up, weaving your way through the tables of people until you found the bathrooms.Â
The wait for Kai to join you felt like hours, and you were hyper alert for any sign of cameras or flashes. Even running into other people walking past the bathrooms had you tense. You knew the power paparazzi had, especially if their pictures reached tabloids. Huening Kai was the hottest star in the industry, and millions of people were desperate to get a glimpse into his personal life. A leak of this size could cause headaches for weeks. You hoped he could handle the situation well enough.Â
When Kai finally arrived, he ushered you into one of the unisex bathrooms and closed the door, locking it for privacy.Â
âSo, bad news. The entire world may think that youâre my girlfriend tomorrow,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair and pulling on the strands in frustration.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThere were multiple people and they all got pictures. I think they already got leaked by now. Even if I sue them and get the pictures taken down, millions will have already seen them. Iâm so so sorry,â Kai told you.
Your face fell, knowing there was nothing you could do to prevent it. You really should have stayed home and watched those romcoms instead of going to dinner.Â
âI can say that youâre just my friend. I donât know how believable it will seem, though. We both dressed up for this, and itâs freaking Valentineâs day.âÂ
You sighed.
âItâs okay. What if⌠I just pretended to be your girlfriend? Then you wonât have to try to do damage control,â you offered, mulling over the options and outcomes.Â
âWhat if you didnât have to pretend?â Kai asked, taking a brave step for once.Â
âWhat do you mean? Weâre not dating.âÂ
âWe could be.âÂ
âAre you seriously asking me out in the bathroom of a restaurant?â you teased, making Kai smile.
âAnd if I am?â You knew that look in his eyes, a soft glimmer. He really was in love with you.
âThen, I guess Iâd say yes,â you smiled. He was lucky you were just as in love with him.Â
âTabloids are gonna love this story.â
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can you write 90s Axl Rose being all sweet to his girlfriend and they have bath sex in the jacuzzi in their hotel room?
A/n: the thought of this is really sweet but I just canât stop thinking about how badly it would hurt like on your knees and stuff, man Iâd fall and break my jaw power to you if you could survive bath sex
Also sorry that itâs short I kind of lost motivation halfway through, I hope you itâs still good <3
Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), bath sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
You were so happy that Axl finally brought you out on tour with him. You'd been seeing each other for almost a year and had always wanted to come with him.
Axl was hesitant, tours could be draining, but Guns was going to some of the most romantic places this tour and he was sure it would make a great trip for the both of you.
You'd been so excited for this trip, planning and packing a month in preparation for it. Axl didn't seemed stressed in the slightest, although you were the one packing for him and his trip planning was also done by a group manager. He did try to help you calm down a few times, it usually worked, at the very least it was helpful and a sweet gesture.
When the tour finally came he refused to leave your side, even if you were just going to the bathroom he'd wait outside for you.
With the way everyone was treating you you got the feeling he had given a speech to everyone, lecturing them on how to treat you.
Axl wanted to show you off, always helping you pick out more revealing clothes when it was just the two of you going out, making sure people saw when he brought you into his dressing room. He wanted people to know how lucky he was to have you and he wanted people to know he had you.
It was about a week into the tour, you'd just landed in Paris and were staying in a hotel room that had a window staring out directly onto the Eiffel Tower.
It was night and the city was glowing so beautifully, you couldn't help but stare out the big window.
Axl came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a small squeeze. "Beautiful, isn't it?" You nodded. Axl opened his mouth to say something more but you interrupted him.
"No ruining it with something cheesy." Axl scoffed.
"It wasn't gonna say anything cheesy." You rolled your eyes. "I was just gonna say that it's not as beautiful as you." You groaned and walked off.
"Alright, you ruined it." Axl laughed. "I'm going to check out the place." You walked back into the living room area, a half kitchen by the front door. You noticed another door leading out to what you assumed to be a deck, and it was. A deck with a jacuzzi, that is. It was filled and ready to go so you immediately went to get in.
You went to change into a bathing suit but couldn't find one, even though you were sure you had brought one. You searched and searched but it simply wasn't in your suitcase, so you went looking for Axl.
You eventually found him on the deck setting up candles and tossing in rose petals. He smiled back at you when he heard the door open. "Where's my bathing suit?" You asked, coming to stand beside him and admire his work.
"Come on, you don't need a bathing suit." He assured, wrapping an arm around you and rubbing your side. You rolled your eyes at him. Axl shrugged and began to strip.
Your eyes widened as you looked out across the city. "What are you doing?" Axl was already getting in the water.
"Thought you could use some company." He said with a smile. "Now you won't be lonely. You chewed your cheek but you couldn't deny that it sounded nice so you stripped as well and got in with him.
The water was just right, it relaxed your muscles and smelled so good with the candles. Axl sat beside you, running his hands over your body, kissing down your neck and whispering in your ear.
His hands moved lower, rubbing your thighs, teasing your hole. You let out a soft sigh. "What are you doing?" You asked, voice low and airy.
"Just helping you relax." He said, deep voice raspy in your ear. You melted under his touch, head falling back and resting on his shoulder and he rubbed your clit in circles, drawing more moans out of you.
He slid a finger into you, groaning when he heard the noise that came from you. "You're so pretty, you know that?" You moaned in response, grinding down on his finger. "Don't worry, we're getting there." He kissed your cheek and pulled his finger out of you, you whined softly.
He pulled you up onto his lap, sinking you down onto his dick. His arms wrapped around your waist and he held you tight to his chest. He rolled his hips, you gasped softly and he did it again. You started grinding down on him and soon you both found a rhythm.
"Ah-ngh, Axl." You muttered. "Fuck, go faster." He chuckled and kissed your neck. He started moving faster and you matched his speed.
Axl pushed you off of him and turned you around. You were staring out to the cityscape below, all the bright lights scattered across the town, the Eiffel Tower looming not far away.
Your hands were on the edge of the jacuzzi, your knees resting on the seats, Axl was behind you with his hands on your hips. "Was this what you were thinking when I asked you to come on tour with me?" He asked, deep voice pulling you from your thoughts.
You shrugged. "Not the first thing that came to mind." He kissed the back of your neck and over your shoulders.
âBut itâs pretty fucking nice, huh?â You inhaled deeply, moaning softly when he pushed into you once more.
âHah, itâs perfect.â You sighed. âYou make it more perfect.â
Axl laughed. âAnd Iâm the cheesy one?â You waved him off and pushed your ass back on him.
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Can you do a smut with Douglas Booth Nikki Sixx when he has angry sex w reader after Doc invited his mother?
âWhat was that about?â Nikki sixx *the dirt* x reader NSFW
Alright hoes, welcome back and thank you for the request. Hope yâall like it :3
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When Nikki bursted back into your shared hotel room, his eyes wide and teeth still gritted you knew something was up.
âNikki..what happenedâ you said trying to calm him with your tone but instead all he said was.
âGet on the fucking bed..actually waitâ and before he could finish you were bent over the table right in the middle of the room. You didnât really want to ask questions so you just let Nikki take his stress out .
âIâm gonna ruin this fuckinâ pussy..youâd like that right baby?â He said. Quickly getting his jeans off, leaning back down to suck on the side of your neck. âAnd youâre gonna scream my name for everyone to hear..got it?â He said as he flipped you around and when you nodded he took that as full permission to slide down your shorts and your panties and push into you.
âLook at this, all fucking tight and wet for me..just lay right thereâ he said as he dick pressed up against your walls. Just letting him take you..you didnât even care who might hear it.
âJust think about it..the boys hearing your pretty mouth screaming my name..for meâ by then his hand had snuck up your neck, squeezing it.
âTake it slut..take my dick all in youâ his voice was pushing you over the edge and the way his dick was hitting your spot so good . It was perfect.
You were gonna cum and he knew it. He knew it all.
âGo ahead baby..cum on my dick, scream my nameâ And with that and him playing with your clit. You felt the knot in your core release as you screamed Nikkiâs name with your head buried in his neck
âThatâs right. Cum on my dick for me mhm. You want my load in you..I know you fuckinâ doâ nikki said as he felt his high coming .
âGood fuckinâ baby..itâs okayâ he said as he held you as his high finally hit him and you felt his cum coating your insides
âNikki babe..now tell me what was that aboutâ you asked breathless ,
âDoc invited my mom..for some reasonâ he said with a sigh as you apologized and rubbed his back for a minute. You knew how bad Nikkiâs mom was..and how bad their relationship was.
â donât worry..Iâll try to talk to docâ you said trying to comfort him. âThank you..Iâm sorry if I was kinda, you knowâ . âItâs okay Nikkiâ you said as yâall layed there for a while. It was pretty nice since the boys were on tour and yâall rarely spent time together.
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WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung
requested by the always lovely @jehhskz đ girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request đĽšđĽ°
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Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol
boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)
Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3
WC: 2.9k
The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.
 It wasnât that you didnât like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it.Â
The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasnât going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.
You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm.Â
As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from âSungie <3â.Â
âHey Ji, I was just thinking about you.â You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.
âFunny enough, Iâm always thinking of you, my baby.â You heard a car door slam on his end, âYour favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?âÂ
âYeah, whhyyyy?â You drawled. You didnât get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. âWhat the fuck, you didnât!â You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. âJi!âÂ
âDelivery for the prettiest girl in the world!â His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home.Â
âWhat are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?â you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.
âWow there's a storm outside?â He said sarcastically, acting shocked. âI couldnât tell.â You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. âI kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.âÂ
âOh Jiâ you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. âThis is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.â You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug.Â
He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, âAnything for you my baby.â He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. Youâre stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!â You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didnât already have a stache of his clothes already.Â
The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can âeat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our laborâ as he had said. Youâre pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor.Â
As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.
 âYou ok there, space cadet?â He teased you, laughing when you pushed him.Â
âIn fact, jackass, I am more than ok.â you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV. âYou could even say Iâm happy.âÂ
He chose a Ghibli movie âSpirited awayâ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. âThat was my goal.â Jisung replied with his cheeks full. âI always wanna make you happy.â He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal.Â
You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldnât help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks.Â
When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. âWhatâs wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please donât cry!âÂ
You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, âNo, itâs just that.. I love you. So much. Iâm so thankful to have you. Thatâs all.âÂ
He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. âOh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.â He grabbed your hands in his, â You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!âÂ
You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. âStooop being soooooo sappy!â you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair.Â
It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates.Â
You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm.Â
The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside.Â
His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasnât a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadnât been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesnât feel the same. Your body craves him so much you canât get off without him so why bother. His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?
âSungieâ you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. âCan I tell you something?â He hummed again, â Iâm really wet right now.â you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly.Â
âYou can't just say things like that!â He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red.Â
âWhy not?â you giggled at his reaction. âItâs true. âVe been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.âÂ
He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.
His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him.Â
âFuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?â he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you.Â
âUh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.â You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. âSung, fuck, so good.âÂ
You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit.Â
âSungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaasseeâ you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you.Â
âOh absolutely, baby.â He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.
 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. âMmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.âÂ
You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little âoâ as he looked up at you through his lashes. He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, âLover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.â His neediness was showing hard.Â
âSince you asked so nicelyâŚâ You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. âF-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.â
âNghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.â His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up.Â
You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. âM-missed your cock, Sung.âÂ
âMissed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.â One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didnât know how to shut the fuck up. â mâ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. Youâre gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!â He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him.Â
âWanâ thaâ. Wanna keep you inside forever.â You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it.Â
The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. âOh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. Mâ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.â His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together.Â
âYou are so good fâ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.â You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. âRub it, make me cum, Sungie. Canât cum without you.âÂ
Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention.Â
Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him, and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.
âMâ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.â His voice was straining as he warned you.Â
âDo it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.â Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after.Â
âKiss me, please angel.â He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldnât keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back.Â
Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was.Â
If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life.Â
Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag.Â
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More Than Anything - Part Two
oscar piastri x pop!singer reader x lando norris (with charles leclerc)
summary: In the spotlight's harsh glare, she shattered into a million pieces, then found redemption in an unexpected place warnings: language, smut (mdni!!) notes: i still hate doing smaus but this is fun
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"So you'll be riding along and having a normal chat with him. Pretend like the cameras aren't there. Feel free to ask questions about anything you'd like." The assistant lowered her voice. "Other than the PR photos at hospitality later and your interview Saturday about your history of loving formula one, this is the only formal thing you have to do all week, I promise."
"Thanks." Y/N nodded as the clip mic was attached to her blouse, grinning when she saw Charles approaching on a bicycle. Muffling a giggle when he nearly crashed into the side of the Ferrari waiting for him to give her the tour of Monaco, she greeted him warmly, thinking of their friendly chatting the night before at the Ferrari dinner.
"Are you ready to see Monaco?" Charles asked once a mic had been clipped to his shirt and an assistant had fixed his hair. He immediately ran his hand through it, ruining her work, and y/n grinned again.
"Absolutely."
He drove through the winding streets, stopping to point out the more famous sites â the hotel, the casino, the harbour â telling her stories from his childhood of watching the races, seeing the grandstands being built.
"Oh, you were always rich⌠I can't imagine growing up in a place like this," she said as he drove past the harbour which was filling with yachts. "But I guess it was all you knew."
Charles nodded, and she noticed he looked slightly panicked at her calling him rich. "I didn't appreciate how, ah⌠Privileged I was until I became a man. I'll show you my school?"
"Sorry, I grew up poor so I'm always fascinated when I meet someone who didn't. I'm well aware of how different my life is, but in my head I'll always be that little girl with no money at the book fair," she babbled.
He furrowed his brow. "Book fair?"
"Oh my god they were the best thing! You'd get a flyer with all the books they'd have available and the kids would circle everything they wanted. And there'd be things like posters and bookmarks and cheap little toys? Like a little bookstore set up in the school." She smiled at the memory.
"That is why you donate money to schools, yes? To help kids like you?" he asked softly.
Y/N smiled. "Exactly." She realized she was yapping as he drove through the streets but couldn't stop herself because it was something she cared about so much. And Charles seemed to genuinely care, nodding and smiling a little as she went on an on, to the point she didn't feel the need to apologize for her blathering.
"My school," he said, parking in front of a somewhat nondescript building. "I got into so much trouble hereâŚ"
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. "Surely they were just inchidents?"
He giggled and she saw his cheeks darken as he pulled away from the curb. A few moments later, he asked, "You've traveled around the world. Do you have a favourite country to visit?"
She hummed thoughtfully. "You know⌠I've been around the world twice now. But I feel like I haven't seen any of it. It's always airport to hotel to media stations to venue and back again. I rarely get back home, though. So I'll say that's my favourite place to visit." She shifted in the seat to face him. "What's your favourite colour?"
He giggled again, tugging at his Ferrari polo. "I have to say read, no?"
Y/N grinned. "Ooo, the colour of loveâŚ"
The rest of the tour was filled with laughter and reflection, and they stood near the harbour chatting once they'd finished filming, discussing music and she got the feeling he was getting around to asking her out when someone walked by and Charles laughed, turning and calling outâ
"Oscar!"
The man turned and y/n felt a giddiness rise in her stomach as she recognized him. His eyes were on Charles as they fist bumped and then his brown eyes swiveled towards her, widened, andâŚ
"H-hi," he said, and she pretended to not notice the way his voice cracked.
Smiling, she held out her hand. "Hi, so great to meet you."
His hand was warm and strong and his cheeks were turning pink. "Ah." He cleared his throat, his cheeks turning darker, his hand still shaking hers. "Great t-to meet you t-too."
She felt the urge to giggle but refrained, continuing to shake his hand as she stared into his eyes. Next to her, Charles cleared his throat.
"We were just talking about her new music," he said.
They hadn't been but that seemed to snap Oscar out of his little stupor. His eyes widened and his lips quirked up into smile. He loosened his hold on her hand and she would have sworn she imagined his shaky exhale.
"Y-yeah, I listened this morning. It's great." Oscar rubbed the back of his neck. "As always."
"You're too sweet," she insisted, marveling when the pink of his cheeks darkened more. "I'm glad you enjoy it."
Charles looked from her to Oscar and back again, and she felt her cheeks grow warm when he smirked.
Oscar stammered â Oscar stammered! she would never get over him seemingly starstruck by her â out that he was a big fan of her music and she sensed him relax while she talked about recording in secret over the past few months. "Lando's a huge fan, too," he said, his cheeks still pink and his eyes still a little wide.
"Is he? I'd love to meet him."
He was already nodding. "Y-yeah, that'd be great. Y-you can drop by the motorhome anytime."
She felt the urge to play with her hair and probably would have if Charles hadn't been watching them so closely. "I'll do that, sure. Later on, after I do some PR stuff with Ferarri?"
Oscar's shoulders sagged and he was still nodding. "Excellent." He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck again. "I'll, um, see you later then."
As soon as he was out of earshot Charles laughed.
"I have never seen him like that around a celebrity."
Y/N watched Oscar disappear in the crowd milling along pit lane. "Really?"
Charles hummed and held out his arm. "You must have that effect on people."
"I really don't know why. I'm just me," she mumbled as she slid her arm through his to walk towards the Ferrari motorhome. "Well, no, I suppose I get it. It's just⌠Weird to think of someone notable being flustered meeting another notable person, right?"
"So you were flustered just now?" Charles hummed knowingly.
"Stop, he's one of my favourite drivers," she groaned. "I get flustered meeting anyone."
"You weren't flustered meeting me," he sighed with a dramatic wave of his hand.
"I was," she confessed, thinking of how anxious she'd been in those first moments after meeting him and Carlos the night before. Mainly because she hated formal, corporate affairs when everyone had to be on their best behaviour.
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Looking up from her phone after posting the recap of her day to instagram, Y/N smiled at Charles, enjoying the quietness of the evening. Leo was dragging his toy around, growling playfully each time Charles tried to take it away. She hadn't expected his invitation to dinner after the end of media day, but here she was in his apartment, the flavor of his thrown together pasta dish lingering on her tongue.
Charles leaned back against the couch, tossing the toy across the room for Leo. "It's none of my businessâŚ" He sighed and shifted to look at her. "But are all your new songs about him?"
She nodded. "Wrote them in a fit of rage, really. Except Flowers, I wrote that when I realized how better off I am without him."
He eased the toy from Leo and tossed it again. "I am sorry you had your heart broken."
Y/N chuckled. "Me too."
"Are you looking for someone new?" he asked after a moment. After Leo dropped the toy and flopped dramatically on the rug.
"I don't know." She lifted an eyebrow. "Why, are you interested?"
Charles laughed softly. "In a relationship, no."
She wasn't disappointed, really, but she gave him a pout. "My poor egoâŚ"
Grinning, he moved, kneeling on the floor in front of her. "But I'm willing toâŚ" He hesitated, finally resting his hands on her knees. "Fuck the memory of your stupid ex away."
Her eyes widened at his boldness. Before she could think of the reasons she should say no, she was nodding, moving to the edge of the couch as his hands slipped up. "I'm fine with something casual," she murmured, sliding her hands over his shoulders.
"That I can give you, cherie."
His kiss was gentle, lips and tongue working against hers until she melted. Guided by his hands, she slid off the couch as he stood, the kiss growing in intensity as he pulled her towards the bedroom. "It's been a while," she mumbled between kisses, her fingers hesitating at the hem of his sweater. "So like⌠Tell me if I mess up."
Charles huffed out a soft laugh, nipping at her bottom lip. "It is like riding a bicycle, hm? You'll be unsteady at first then get into the rhythm."
"Just don't expect me to ride, I'm so not into being on top," she admitted, relieved when he laughed, breaking away to peel off his sweater. His skin was warm under her fingers and she kissed him before pulling back to remove her top, keeping her eyes on his face.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, one hand cupping the back of her neck as he kissed her again, this time with growing urgency. His other hand was everywhere â at her waist, teasing the waistband of her jeans, ghosting over her ribcage, tracing the curve of her breast, flicking open the button of her jeans.
"Ah!" she gasped sharply as his fingers eased into her panties, his facial hair grazing her neck while his lips moved down. Her gaze landed on the mirror behind him and she stared at the muscles of his back as they rippled under her touch, her eyes slipping shut when his fingers began to stroke her slit at the same time his mouth closed around her nipple.
"Are you watching yourself, cherie?" he whispered against her skin, moaning when her fingers clutched at his hair.
"No⌠Watching you," she breathed. She opened her eyes, watching her hand trail down his back.
Charles laughed quietly, pulling his mouth from her nipple with a soft pop. "Can I watch you?"
Blushing, she gave a small nod, helping him unfasten his jeans while her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest. His lips met hers again, his hands working her jeans down her legs.
His blanket was luxurious, his sheets soft beneath her knees as he gently situated her so she faced the mirror. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he exhaled slowly, his hands framing her hips and sweeping upwards. "So soft," he breathed, eyes locking with hers in the mirror, breath hot against her skin.
Y/N could only stare at him in the mirror, feeling as though she were watching another couple entirely, the eroticism of watching his hands explore her body making her feel disconnected. Until he whispered in her ear. Gentle commands, fervent admirations that forced her to feel his touch as well as see.
His hand slipped down, cupping between her thighs, and she moaned sharply at the sight of two fingers sliding into her pussy. Reaching back, she groped at his hip, nails dragging across his skin before her hand wrapped around his cock, watching his face as he let out a ragged moan.
He spoke but she barely registered the words, already reduced to pitiful, needy whines, the live porn in front of her only adding to her desire, and when his fingers, slick, dragged to grasp her hip she leaned forward in anticipation. Still stroking his cock, still watching his face ass while she felt him shift behind her. Her thumb smeared precum over the tip of him and she was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath before he groaned into her hair, his hands nudging hers away. She lifted her hand, catching his eye in the mirror as she licked her thumb clean.
Her eyes automatically closed when he began to enter her and she whined as his hand reached up, cupping her chin and lifting her head.
"Look at your face, mon couer," he whispered.
Pure, wanton neediness. She nodded, licking her lips, clutching his forearm with both hands and forcing her eyes to stay open while he entered her slowly.
In a split second of clarity she wondered if her chin always wobbled during penetration.
"Magnifique," Charles panted against her ear, his hand sliding down to lightly rest just below her neck.
"Oh my god," she whined.
His other hand gripped her hip tight, fingers digging into her flesh. "Good?" he whispered.
She nodded, staring at his white knuckles at her hip. "So good," she gasped, shifting on her knees slightly. Suddenly keen to see more. The hand on her hip squeezed and he began a slow roll of his hips, fucking her slowly. Watching her body respond, watching the look on his face, she felt her toes curl, heat twisting deep in her belly.
Within moments the woman in the mirror was flushed. Trembling. Breasts bouncing wildly, lips parted. Charles's hand slipped up, gently cupping her throat and holding her upright and she licked her lips, hips pushing back against him, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit her spot. All she could hear was his harsh breathing and deep moans and the delicious, slick sounds of him fucking her above the sound of her own racing heartbeat.
"I'mâ" She cut off with a sharp cry as the hand on her hip slid forward, fingers strumming her clit in small, hard circles. A split second later her eyes closed, back arching and a guttural moan emanating from her as she came, pushing her hips back harshly and grinding against him. Stars scattered behind her eyelids and her moan turned into a series of harsh cries as his fingers worked her immediately into another crest of bliss until she was whimpering.
"Shh shh shh," he soothed, his fingers slowing, hips still rolling against hers as he guided her down. He stayed over her while she shuddered and gasped, fingers sliding off her clit when she squirmed.
She had no idea what he was murmuring in her ear, his mixture of broken English and French lost on her as she struggled to catch her breath. But she nodded, clutching his forearm until the world around her seemed to right itself, opening her eyes to see him staring at her in the mirror.
"Très magnifique," he whispered, both hands sliding over her back as he sat upright. His eyes met hers again and he gave her a smirk that very nearly made her cum again. "Now we can really have fun, yes?"
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even if they talk; trent alexander-arnold smau
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader
face claim: taylor russell
summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.
warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).
note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! â venus đŤđđŤ§
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trentarnold66 đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
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user1 the best out there
user2 unreal đĽđĽđĽ
user3 let's go reds!
ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? đ¤
âŞtrentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here đ¤Ť
âŞuser4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????
âŞuser5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????
user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow
âŞuser7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping
user8 are they implying something or is just me
âŞuser9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME
user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles
user11 LET HER COOK
âŞuser12 girl i think they've already had a feast
user13 wtf is yn doing here
âŞuser14 she ruins everything good
user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it
âŞuser16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...
âŞuser17 put some respect on beyoncĂŠ's daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you
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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant
user shes using trent because she has no talents to show
user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.
âŞuser you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free
user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap
user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands
user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick
user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready
user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit
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ynknowles paris you are the vibes âď¸ so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !
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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. đ
bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.
troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???
user18 no trent here though đ¤ˇââď¸
user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent
user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them
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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.
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user1 i cant stand her đ smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"
⪠ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother đ
ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)
ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL
ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her đ i wanna hug her
âŞuser2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention
âŞynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??
ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME
trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her đŠ
user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...
trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame
âŞynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???
user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras
trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.
âŞuser6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl
trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends đđ i bet no wag would want to be seen with her
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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. â¤ď¸
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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea
âŞtrentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine
ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
âŞtrentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely
beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.
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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO
âŞtrentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well đŚđŚ
trentfan6 shut them up trent
trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn
bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent đ
ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him đĽşđĽş
âŞtrentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute
âŞynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should đđ
trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???
âŞynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world
ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything đŞđŞđŞ god send me a man like that
trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it đ¤
ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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okay im gonna put all my thoughts about the hotguy zinethology on here based on the incoherent ramblings my friends received while i was reading it
(obviously spoilers below the cut)
okay so first of all the first part was SO fucking funny i cried laughing multiple times
the first time i saw cute guy i SCREAMED
HOTGUY TRYING TO GET CUTEGUY TO JOIN HIS UNION AND GRIAN JUST GOING. NAH. WAS SO FUNNY
@cornpapers draws scar SO pretty
mumblr is SUCH a funny name 10/10
the "dont you think cuteguy and hotguy having matching names and outfits is queerbaiting" post is SO FUNNY
THE GRIANVERSE
SHE'S HERE !!!!!!! ARIANA GRIANDE !!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. GRIAN LOOKS LIKE THE SAD HAMSTER
REALLY GOOD PANEL
this whole comic was so funny i loved it loved the cub
THE EMAILS PART WAS ALSO SO FUNNY
this is such an interesting and fun way to tell a story i loved the email part
in general the posts and stuff were SO funny and very realistic for the internet đ
yeah
grian desperately trying to not let scar reveal his identity đđ girl (this also hits so different now after reading the whole thing btw.)
the comparison to a wild horse in this first fic also killed me
i can't really put a lot of images but there were some really classic superhero comic looking panel that i thoroughly enjoyed
scar tangled in his own grappling hook. classic. very funny
I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH. scar voice this is gonna ruin the tour. grian voice what tour. scar voice the world tour.
scar saying he's playing volleyball. haikyuu reference!?!?!?
just putting this here
LOVEDDDD THIS GEM DESIGN
moon mask i immediately called pearl yes pf course
GRIAN REFUSING TO SHOW EACHOTHER THEIR IDENTITIES AGRHRGRHRVH
"you and your cuteguy" arggrgrhsggrgrhgr
murder camel REAL !!
I DIDN'T TRUST THIS FOR A SECOND. PEARL AND HER SOUP I DONT BUY IT
"i cant believe you guys fucking killed jimmy solidarity" <- actual message i sent to mochi
SCOUR KNOWING SCARS NAME. AGRHSGRHRGRHV
i literally had to Go Take A Walk after this fic
i really like how the pearl thing was resolved in this it felt like such a good act 2 reoccurring villain exit. very superhero comic/movie like or even dnd like
'vincent berger' made me laugh
ZEDDIT
MOCHI FIC !!!!
first off every single fic has SUCH a cool cover i love them all
poor grian has ptsd :((
i LOVEEE how mochi writes angst always they're so good at it
the fact that he never found jimmys body immediately made me call the fact that he wasn't really dead and would come back btw
gem would lovee to drive grian slowly crazy tbh
"IVE COME TO PICK UP MY BIRD" AGRHRGRHGRHRVRBTBJRG
JUST LOOK AT THAT GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!!!
i was going insane at this point
this whole zine had me feeling like that meme thats like first i laughed.. then i serioused (the first part was SO funny and then golden era was psychic damage /pos)
IMPULSE :D
GEMPEARL <33 they are so everything to me
SCAR WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE SUSPICIOUS POSSIBLY EVIL FOREIGN TECHNOLOGY ON YOUR BODY. SIR.
NOT THE DESTIEL MEME
they look SO fucking cute
both scar and grian look sooooo scrumptious in this comic argh
THE MIND CONTROL. THE. RHE MIND CONFNTOL.
THESE 2 FULL PAGES ARE ABSOLUTELY SO INSANE. I WAS AND STILL AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH
THIS IS SO. GOD THIS
THE WAY GRIAN JUMPED AND SCAR JUMPED AFTER HIM. THEYRE CRAZY !!!!!!!
THE WIPING THE BLOODY NOSE AND THEN SMILING LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!
HE TOOK THE MASK OFF
mumbo <3
THE HUG. âšď¸âšď¸âšď¸
great big beautiful tomorrow :((( the parallels :((
GRIAN BEING TOO FLUSTERED BY SCAR KINDA FLIRTING THAT HE DIDN'T REALISE HE WAS DROPPING HINTS ABT HIS IDENTITY WAS SO FUNNY
cutiebird..
scar playing w his hair when cuteguy was hurt :(( so cute
REALLY FUNNY
THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS âšď¸âšď¸
the tcg voice: theyre holding hands.. i want them dead
SKIZZ !!!!
ETHO !!!!!!!!!!
awhh skizzly :((((
THIS IS SO UPSETTING
"It's our Impulse, Gem" IM SO UPSET SHUT UP
god the way she puts on the mask and immediately is emotionless im gonna throw up
OBSESSED. THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME
im so obsessed w this cuteguy i love him
grian voice omg im the only bitch serving cunt in this place im so embarasseddddd
they are serving SO much in this comic
ETHO EYHO ETHO ETHEO
SCAR APPOINTING GRIAN AS LEADER. EARURGRHVRH THEY'RE EVERYTHING
READING THIS WAS SO CRAZY IT LITERALLY FELT LIKE WATCHING ENDGAME
JIMMY SOLIDARITY !!!
MUMBO JUMBO !!!!!
impulse thinking about skizz as he's dying :(((((
HE DID IT ALL FOR SKIZZ :(((((((((
i was so upset this made me sob like a baby
SOUP GROUP :(((
SKIZZLY!!! :(((
warden :/
SCAR PEARL INTERVIEW :( HOTGUY RETIRING :( I LOVE THEM
THE CHEMICAL MUTATING PEOPLE IS JUST ESTROGEN BEING A GIRL JUST DOES THAT TO YOU
grian and scar playing volleyball is that a haikyuu reference....
OH THIS PEARL IN THIS COMIC IS REALLY GOOD
cuteguy is so spiderman coded
GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!! WE'VE COME FULL CIRCLE !!! SOBBING !!!!
god all in all this was so crazy. it was such an obvious labour of love and everyone who was involved with it did such a good job and obviously put so much love into it AND IT WAS WORTH IT !!!! insanely good work thank you to everyone for doing this and sharing it for free?? @hotguycomiczine y'all are crazy. incredible work <333
#hotguy zine#hotguy zinethology#hotguy#cuteguy#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#grian#desert duo#hotguy comics zine#hgcz#ALSO I AM SO BAD AT REMEMBERING NAMES even though i knew a lot of these artists/writers im sorry if i didnt name you guys đđ
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I have many thoughts about Bridgerton.
Was it the perfect season? Absolutely no.
But it quite honestly is my favorite season so far because it made me realise how the enemies-to-lovers trope has rotten my brain when this is what I want to see. Gentle love, best friends becoming partners.
Things that I absolutely loved this season:
-Pen's arc: In the book she gives up whistledown to become a romance author which is nice, but now we have a legitimate journalist in the house who has proved her accuracy at such a young age. People who are worried about how she's gonna get her info now that people are guarded? Um her main sources were always the maids and footmen and she is observant enough to run a column. Plus now that everyone knows who she is, people might anonymously send her reports (as happens in journalism) which gives her SO MUCH POWER. I am a journalist and I can't stress enough how incredible that is. I know book fans expected the last speech by Colin but imo her taking full control of her decisions and willingness to face the consequences makes it so much better.
-Eloise and Pen patch up: Both of them going to each other for comfort and support when the shit hit the fan made my heart warm. When Eloise comes back, I hope she knows herself a bit better and actually brings her grand ideas to reality.
-Benedict going about his viscount duties in absence of Anthony without the rage of responsibility whilst discovering his sexuality 10/10. Man was also fully involved in all of his siblings feuds, mainly whatever the fuck Gregory and Hyacinth were upto. CUTE. Actually shoutout to all the Bridgertons, they were so perfectly chaotic.
-THe FEATHERINGTONS OMG: I am the youngest daughter of my family as well as the black sheep- so unpredictable, unconventional that no one in my family gets me. That's why I relate to Pen so much and I'll defend her to death. To see the sisters and Portia realise Pen's worth made me sob. Phillipa saying I hope my daughter becomes a writer? Cherry on cake. But Portia opening up to Pen and being vulnerable and proud at the same time was so bloody well done.
-Polin: Fans being livid about the lack of spice in part 2 (minus the incredible sex scene in ep 5) is understandable but I blame the marketing for it, not the showrunners. Over the course of part 1, we saw Colin's relationship with intimacy change drastically. His want for connection becomes a necessity and if they just jumped into angry sex without actually resolving anything, it would have ruined his character development. I think it's the incredible chemistry between Nic and Luke in general and the heavy emphasis on the horniness during the press tour left the fans understandably wanting for more. But in general, their romance felt quite authentic. The Pride and Prejudice 'dancing in the room alone' callback, goofing around in the church, Colin coming to terms with what Whistledown meant to the ton and himself, Penelope's newfound confidence thanks to Colin's frequent words of affirmation, it was all good.
Things I would change to make this season better (this is turning into a full article now but read ahead if you have been here so far):
-The bloody editing: Pardon my french but why the fuck Benedict's prolonged threesome scenes not edited out? He has a whole season coming up so I don't understand so much focus on that weirdly edited scene amidst the drama. Just one shot of establishing his pansexuality (or bi but I am hoping it's pan) would have been enough? I love Ben, he is my favorite brother but this gave me the ick. To think these 3-4 minutes could have been used to extend the last Polin intimate scene. We could have had a good 5 minutes of Pen topping Colin after the BIG REVEAL but noooo. Even the subplots should have been kept short and sweet. Unlike some fans, I am not completely against the inclusion of the Mondrich family, Cressida's back story, the build up to Benedict's and Fran's actual stories, and more. But I believe too much footage was given to these even though the show clearly focuses on one couple per season. Get your shit together Shonda, this is not 20 episode Grey's anatomy, we can't focus on EVERYONE.
-Colin's anger after the wedding: Now I understand why he didn't want to have the wedding night given the stressful circumstances but him being angry till Francesca's wedding made no sense. How I would have written the resolution would have been something like this- In the hours before Rae leaves the house at night, Colin would have been reading the letters, figuring out how Pen is so whistledown at core (like he actually does the very next day but in absence of Pen). And instead of coming into the room to get a blanket, he could have brought in his own manuscript, asking her to read it as promised and taking up her offer to let her edit. This scene was literally in the book and was so easy to adapt. I would give my left kidney to see Colin sitting near Penelope, watching her powerful writing in action. Again, no spice required, just this. This would have made Pen's 'just love me' speech to Colin so good, but alas!
-Cressida: This is the arc I am most pissed off about. Eloise's reconciliation with Pen was great but completely abandoning Cressida to misery was so outta pocket. I realise Eloise is still not a fully realised character and is barely 20 (she's just a girl) but she was always kind. If I was writing Cressida's arc, I would have had Eloise come to her rescue at the end by borrowing some money from Pen and helping Cressida escape to Vienna or better Scotland. I highly doubt Pen would have minded if she knew how similar both of their circumstances were. I detested Cressida in the books because I'll be honest the books were pretty two dimensional with no real character development and just grand gestures (I'll understand if you come for me but this is how I feel, sorry). But the show made me care for her and I wished she could have found some happiness in life.
Overall, I'll rewatch it because the tiny details were so good this season I believe I can relish those till the next season. And I'll miss Polin immensely. But Shonda please, you can do better.
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May you please write a Yoongi imagine, doesnât matter what the premise is, I just want a fluffy husband Yoongi<3!!!đŤśđź
Sure Thing!
Title: I've Got It From Here
Rating: G
Warning(s): Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Yoongi's Accident, Talks of PTSD, Anxiety, and yes there will be FLUFF.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoy! Keep the requests comin!
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He doesn't know what triggered it, really. Maybe it was sleeping on it wrong? Maybe it was the cold weather of Seattle, where he was touring currently? Maybe it was performing so hard every night?
No matter the real cause, this morning Yoongi woke with a stiff shoulder and a tightness in his chest like he usually got when experiencing this pain. It's like with the pain came the memories, came the flashbacks of the tire...
Yoongi shuts his eyes, wanting to push the image away. Days like this convinced him that he, indeed, was not over the past. But he had to be. For the fans, for the sake of the tour, and more importantly, for you.
You had finally gotten a free schedule to come visit your husband on tour and Yoongi would be damned if this trip was ruined by his damn shoulder. Damnit.
And so, with a deep breath, and slight wince, Yoongi got out of bed and proceeded to get ready to meet you at the airport.
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It's all a rush of cameras and screaming fans and the flash, God the flash. It was broad daylight, why the hell did they need the flash on?!
And then as quickly as it's all too much for him, it becomes background noise the second your arms wrap around him. And he bears the pain so he can hold you back as you laugh in pure delight at being back in your husband's arms.
"God, this feels good..." You laugh happily as you snuggle more into his chest, kissing his shoulder softly as usually, and Yoongi bites back a soft hiss.
"Tell me about it..." He sighs softly as he puts his face in your hair, breathing in your scent with a deep and full whiff. You'd never know how much he needed this. Needed you. He felt calmer already.
"Let's go! I've been looking forward to this for weeks!" You laugh as you hold his arm while bouncing towards baggage claim. Yoongi stiffens and shuts his eyes. You pause instantly. "Baby?" You ask in concern.
"I-I'm good." He says fast. "Didn't get enough sleep last night." He says. You'd been hard at work these past few months while he's been gone. This was your vacation. And he was not going to ruin that. He could take it. He could endure. The smile on your face would be worth it.
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As soon as you're settled in the hotel room, you're dragging Yoongi around the hotel and find a display of activity brochures. You gush over the different restaurants, museums, and live concerts they have this week. You playfully hold up a 'Folklore Concert in the Park' pamphlet. "Maybe you'll get inspiration for the next album..." You joke and he smiles a thin lipped smile.
"Maybe. Do a whole country folklore album. Hat, boots, and horse." He teases along and you giggle as you nudge him. He holds his arm when you're not looking and when you gasp, he straightens up.
"Festival! Winter Festival! Happening tonight. We can go, right? It's ok?" You ask hopefully as you look up at your husband with the same big eyes that always get him.
He looks you in the eyes. Getting lost in them was better than any coping mechanism. You were the best distraction and anxiety reducer. How could you not know how much those eyes meant to him? He finally hums. "I think we can stop by, look around..." He gives in softly.
"This is gonna be the best vacation ever!" You giggle and hug him tightly. He squeezes his eyes to stop the tears. "I love you!" You giggle and he lets out a soft sigh. "I love you..." He whispers.
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Later that evening, you're led into the Winter Festival that was taking place at some park by a river. Families, couples, and groups of friends of all ages are running around. Christmas lights adorned the trees, and the freshly laid snow on the ground looked like something out of a movie.
You're wearing a casual outfit with your sweater and one of Yoongi's leather jackets with fur inside of it on top. Layers were the most important thing in the winter, so you didn't mind the wool hat and scarf you were nuzzled in. Yoongi holds your hand to the best of his ability, but the cold weather and the heavy winter coat was not helping. And the scarf around his neck felt like a noose.
And, oh my god, was he breathing? When was his last breath? This coat was so damn heavy. He couldn't focus on what you were sayin-wait. You were speaking?
He finally blinks, trying to focus on you as you joke about the huge inflatable decorations. "They'd look good in front of our place. Of course, I think if we ever posted our house looking like this, Taehyung would be the first to mock us for it." You giggle as you enjoy the 'Winter Wonderland' aesthetic.
Yoongi hums and you eye him a bit. Something was wrong with your husband. You could feel it in your heart. He'd been quiet the whole day. Barely eating, barely laughing. He was deep in his own thoughts. Something that only happened when he was either thinking of a new song, or when his anxiety got really bad.
You grip his hand a bit firmer to try and ground him, but he barely reacts. You finally move in front of him and stop, causing him to bump into you. He curses at the suddenness, and you watch him in concern.
"Yoongi..." You try as you make him look at you. "I'm fine." He says fast. "You want... Decorations." He says to prove he's been paying attention, but his voice comes out in soft pants. His skin is pale, his lips are trembling, his eyes show the panic in his head.
"Baby. Stay here, I'm gonna get you something to drink." You say fast before you walk off, pulling out your phone to check the time and to see if you could text the driver to come around for you two.
You're busy on your phone and Yoongi watches you walk away but is thrown further into his panic when he sees a black car swerve around the corner to enter the parking lot. The same parking lot you were about to cross to get to the refreshments table.
Flashes of that day runs through his mind as he takes off after you. "Y/N!" He screams in horror. You stop in your tracks and turn fast to face him with wide eyes. He grabs your arm and yanks you out of the street as the car full of teenagers speeds past.
"What is the matter with you?! You didn't see that car?! It could have-" You cut Yoongi off as you try and get him to focus, but he continues his panicked rambles. "I won't lose you. I won't lose you." He repeats fast, over and over again as you grab his face hard.
"Baby!" You say finally and his bottom lip begins to quiver a bit as he looks at you. His walls, his prideful stubbornness, his 'don't worry about me' attitude... it all crumbles down right in front of your eyes. You stroke his cheeks gently. "What's wrong, baby?" You whisper as tears slowly slide down his puffy cheeks that are pink from the cold.
"It hurts." He finally admits and your heart breaks as the realization dawns on you.
"I've got you, baby..." You sigh and carefully pull in his 5-foot 9 frame like he's the smallest thing. "I've got you..." You sigh as you nod at security to lead you two away.
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"Ah... Ah... Ow!" Yoongi groans as you focus on putting some muscle relaxer cream on his shoulder and then wrapping it, so the lidocaine cream doesn't get anywhere else.
"Why didn't you tell me? You could've really made the pain worse..." You whisper as you carefully lay him back on a pile of pillows to hopefully help him rest.
"This was supposed to be your vacation..." He whispers and you sigh deeply. "If you weren't already hurt, I'd hurt you for being so dumb. This was our vacation. And it's not a good one if you're in pain. Marriage is a give and take game, Yoongi." You say.
"Yeah, 50/50..." He mutters and you roll your eyes. "No. Not 50/50. Sometimes it's 70/30. Sometimes it's 40/60. But the whole point of this arrangement is we take turns. You're always all in. Give me a chance to show I can be the 80 in this relationship and go down to 20." You say as you stroke his hair out of his face. He shuts his eyes at that.
"I don't want you getting tired of carrying me around..." He whispers and you stroke his soft skin before leaning in. "These shoulders can carry whatever your shoulders can't. Gladly. Any day of the week..." You whisper as you gently nudge your nose with his.
He looks into your eyes, his eyes teary. "You're not there anymore..." You whisper, knowing where his mind was. He closes his eyes, saying nothing, but nodding along.
You play with his hair a bit more and watch as he slowly starts to relax. "Rest, baby. I've got it from here..." You promise gently as he drifts off to sleep.
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#min yoogni#yoongi#yoongi x reader#yoongi fanfic#yoongi imagine#bts suga#suga#suga x reader#suga imagine#bts imagine
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Howwwww did you angst the world tour?? đ
this question made me giggle so much oh i'm glad you asked :3c there was so much yummy grian angst in the hc world tour!
it's all about grian and his penchant for destruction. he doesn't even mean to! he's not trying to be pesky; quite the opposite. he's curious but restrained, trying to be good, trying to follow instructions. he's not malicious at all! he's just there to see what people were up to, open and friendly and curious, eager to look and learn and praise. not a bad intention in sight... and yet things seem to break wherever he goes. everything he touches goes wrong.
the guilt churns, acidic and overwhelming, and grian's miserable. why is he like this? he's trying so hard, why is this the only way he can ever be? why can't it stop?
spoilers for grian's world tour video below <3
plantie pointed out to me how, during the tour of scar's train, when grian got rid of scar's arrowsâthe glitched ones that doc put thereâhe was so desperate to point it out after scar just glossed over it. as if he wanted to show that he can do something good. he can be helpful, he can fix things instead of just breaking everything.
but then we have all the other things, right? grian can't escape it.
when he was with etho and the mushroom farm exploded, he sums it up in a wretched if confused apology: "i'm so sorry. the two times i tried to use it, i broke it :( and created a water source floatingâ which i don't know how it happenedâ and flung the TNT, which i really don't understandâ"
they move on, but it's so clear it lingers.
etho isn't blaming him. he's amused and brushes it off and moves along, unbothered, but grian himself can't wrap his head around it. about that propensity to breaking things, even unintentionally. the way nothing is safe around him.
he tells etho: "i can't stop thinking about your mushroom farm. why does everything i touch break, in new and unexpected ways?"
(not to mention when etho's showing him frogger and grian plays, almost instantly etho goes: "uh-oh, the game's broken", with a little huff of laugh. it wasn't exactly tied to anything grian did, but still something i wanted to point out, since grian was there for it <3)
and then grian goes to zedaph, right?
the very first game zedaph shows him. the very first. grian plays the way he was told to, the way he was meant to, andâ he breaks it.
zedaph just laughs and moves them on.
(just sprinkling in a side note that zedaph's furnace minigame also didn't seem to work the way it should'veâ)
by the time grian gets to pearl's, it's starting to be a pattern that's so clearly eating away at him, making him anxious. he doesn't want it to happen again!
and yet.
pearl invites him to play her wordle game, and grian mindlessly goes and pushes the wrong button trying to start it... instantly stepping away with a quiet groan of a dread-filled "...oh-" followed by: "i justâ ruined it already."
there's something about the mood switch. the way he seems more restrained and tame, silently upset with himself, trying so hard not to mess things up further. questioning why this is happening again. why he can't stop making it happen.
he walks over to the reset game button and asks, carefully: "can i press reset? is it gonna hurt? đĽşđđ"
pearl reassures him he can, with a sigh noting that it'll just take a while.
there's an almost hysteric laugh from grian, followed by an exasperated, upset scream. "everything i touch breaks! when i went to eâ i broke etho's thing when i went toâ not frogger, hisâ his mushroom farm iâ it blew up."
"you blew up his mushroom farm?? how? what did you do?!"
"yeah, iâ i broke zed's game, instantly, pretty much, it'sâ"
"oh my gosh :("
"sorry đĽş"
pearl is quick to reassure him, though. "well, luckily for you, this isâ you doing that (pushing the wrong button) does not break the game. it's just, you now have to wait for it to reset."
she makes sure grian knows that he didn't mess up anything terribly here. he didn't break pearl's game. it's okay! it's fine!
and then grian right clicks to open the book, and instead makes bonemeal pop out of a composter.
i think at this point pearl is a little bit taken aback by how wrong everything really seems to be going around grian. she makes sure to say, "it's fine," again, just so grian won't start worrying about it all again. "you're clicking on everything that people do not usually click on today. but it's okay. it's still not broken! it's not broken, it's alright, it's okayâ i've got failsaves for people like you."
it's so sweet how she really tries to soothe himâ and yet she can't help but let out that last remark.
people like you.
those few words surely lodge in more than all the reassurances. they're like splinter, proving grian right.
eventually, he gets to skizz.
during the tour of skizz's base, skizz shows him a horse statue and starts talking about how he lost his first horse at an event that grian was also a part of. and grian's stomach instantly sinks.
he asks hushedly, a bit confused, trying to remember: "was i there?"
skizz laughs. "you were absolutely there, dude."
which leads grian to ask, uneasily: "did i do it?"
skizz waves his hands, quick to easily reassure that no! that's not it, grian didn't do it!
grian lets out an oh with such palpable relief, and goes on to explain about how, "i remember witnessing it, but sometimes it's hard to disentangle whether i did it or not. coz i tell you what, on this tour i've broken everyone's stuff."
nobody was upset with grian when things broke, but here he is, several hermits down, still unable to leave it to rest. because it's him. it's him who did all of that, somehow, and he didn't mean to, but it doesn't matter. it happened anyway.
and now he can't even tell what is and what isn't his fault anymore.
the guilt is deep rooted, leaving anxious assumptions and dark, jagged precipices. how much did he destroy? what else should he be feeling guilty about? how far does this go?
he keeps breaking things, and it's such a blur that he can no longer tell what is and what isn't his fault.
the tour continues, and he delves into skizz's pyramid. and it's justâ it's just a tunnel to swim through. nothing to mess up, besides potentially dying to suffocation, right?
and yet you can hear skizz shrilly exclaim: "oh he's going to end up breaking something!!"
and, (plantie's words: ) grian hearing that and just wondering, is that all i'm good for? is that all i'm known for? is that all i am?
there's no room for doubt; not really. that is what grian does, all the time, whether he wants to or not. he breaks stuff. he justâ he doesn't mean to. and this tour is one big show of how powerless he is against it. (how everyone expects it from him anyway.)
despite it all, grian perseveres, trying out skizz's game, stubbornly dedicated and trying to win. (to pass; to have something to be proud of, at leastâ) and he gets to the powdered snow section.
there, he jumps across to a pathway that he was meant to circle to through the snow instead.
it's not breaking anything, not really. not even the rules. it's not cheating! he's justâ he just did something skizz did not expect, but that was entirely possible within the game's design, even if not intended. he exploited it to his advantage; a risky, tricky shortcut.
and yet skizz remarks with a laugh: "this is what grian does! he breaks games!"
no matter what grian does... is that all he'll ever be?
is that all they'll see?
he fails getting through skizz's game, is thanked for play-testing, praises it all, they talk it all away, and...
and then grian goes to tour mumbo's base.
and fails to even die properly to his llamaâ
and then mumbo shows him his archive machine, and instantly panicks when grian gets curious about it, begging him not to touch anything. and grian says: "your stomach just fell through didn't it?" and after mumbo's immediate agreement, he adds: "and rightfully so. coz, almost everything i've touched on this tour has broken."
there's not a sliver of surprise to mumbo's anxious rushed: "yeah, yeah yeah! please stop now." because, of course things have broken. of course what grian touches is bound to go wrong. of courseâ
and then mumbo very carefully tells grian what to do with the machine.
grian does as he's told.
mumbo looks up and pauses, a frown crossing his face as he takes it in. he notes that grian probably did it too fastâ
(something went wrong)
(something broke)
mumbo says: "i can't believe you come along and every single thing in my base starts [going wrong/breaking/malfunctioning]"
and then grian mysteriously ends up with an extra book from mumbo's machine, much to mumbo's dismay. grian's confused, cogs spinning as he tries to figure out what did he mess up this time to result in this.
it's clear mumbo wants grian away from his machine. it's not safe. (grian isn't safe.)
"maybe just give that to me and maybe just step away from the contraption. and thenâ maybe just leave me toâ"
grian's upset and bewildered voice cuts in: "i didn't do anything wrong this time :(("
he's trying so hard.
he's trying so hard to be good and do things right and not mess anything up.
(it isn't working.)
(it's never bound to work, is it?)
mumbo ushers him away, and ends up showing him another cool inventionâan elevator. except the second mumbo hits the button, a creeper shows up and explodes it. (it's midday.) (it wasn't even meant to be there.)
this one isn't grian's fault at all, but with everything that's happenedâ well, it's easy enough to link it to grian's presence. like a bad luck omen.
apprehensively, grian asks if the elevator broke, and mumboâa bit bewildered by the reality of itâsays that no, it seems to still work. "amazingly," he tacks on, disbelieving.
grian's relieved. "ohh, i thought we were in big trouble there!"
besides himself, mumbo anxiously agrees: "augh. i was like, if every single creation that i show breaks in some fashion, i'm just gonna quit."
because this isn't normal. none of this is, least of all everything at once. it simply doesn't happen.
(not when grian isn't there, anyway.)
mumbo notes that he needs to work on his lighting, and grian nods wisely saying it's a perpetual issue, but the anxiety is digging its talons in now, unrelenting. (what else is going to go bad in grian's presence? what else will he mess up? what else will he break? why is he like this?)
another remark that comes after this is mumbo's nervous: "i've actually just built up the automatic sorter which does thisâwhich you're not gonna touch. we're banned from touching any redstone contraptions!"
and what can grian do but oblige? (but he can at least look, right?)
but does it ever change anything?
does it matter?
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at the end of the day, the others don't think too much about it.
they all say their part, pass their judgment, wave their hands, dismiss, move on. it doesn't keep them up at night.
... i think it might keep grian up at night.
a cacophonous collection of word snippets, aimed at him or woven around him, digging under his skin until it bleeds. a noose of inescapable fate, a tightening band around his chest that promises he can only ever be one thing:
a vessel for destruction.
it doesn't matter if he wants to be.
shackles and chains and a cosmic inevitability written into his skin, etched into his bones, tangled into his bloodstream. and an ever-rising guilt like stormy sea, far above his head now, drowning him.
(maybe he's not meant to be near other people and their things.)
(maybe he's not meant to touch games that were constructed with so much effort and love and passion poured into them.)
(maybe he shouldn'tâ)
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bonus screenshots from discord DMs (with extra sprinkles of hmtb mentions):
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bonus hmtb quotes because i kept thinking about it:
He always destroys the things he loves most, after all.
and:
He destroyed everything he touched, and when there was nothing left, he destroyed the only remaining thing: himself.
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#ange answers#ribbon anon#grian angst#i might've gotten a bit rambly - this wasn't meant to be so long it just sort of kept snowballing the further i went. oops#anyway grian's such a good vessel for guilt#because he internalises it and holds on#even if nobody else holds a grudge#even if nobody else blames him#(and yet in all the little remarks - do they really not hold it against him? isn't there proof enough that clearly it matters to them too?)#(so how could he ever be absolved?)#for them these are just some random events#but for him it piles up and piles up and piles up#into an undeniable pattern that stains his hands like blood#and he can't wash his skin free of it#he can't escape it#no matter how hard he tries#(and yes it does tie beautifully into hmtb grian and his own perspective on things and struggles and how he deals with guilt)#(the keyword here is: badly) (he deals with the guilt badly)#i also went to think about other things like the tunnel bore incident and SL mumbo and WL zombie skizz and-#just so many instances of grian guilt you know?#it builds up until it's indisputable and inevitable#and grian is cornered by the reality of it (with nowhere to go)#think about it:#grian feels guilt over things he feels he has no control over (because it doesn't matter how hard he tries)#and we know grian thrives on having control#(just throwing that out there)#something about how grian keeps wretchedly confessing it to everyone - that he already broke many things#like tacking a warning sign on himself so they'd know to step away and save themselves#(and he's so scared it'll happen again. so scared that it'll keep happening. so scared that it'll never stopâ)
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SEVENTEEN members as songs from ttpd (from the first drop)
s.coups- i can do it with a broken heart
starting off slightly sad but heâs a real tough kid and he can definitely handle anything.
i think I saw an edit of him somewhere to this and cried
iâm seriously so proud of him always
taylor did write this for all the eldest daughters/ siblings
just super coups coded
jeonghan- fortnight ft. post malone
âyour wife waters flowers i want to kill herâ peak jeonghan vibes. he would commit a crime for funsies <3
also âi love you, itâs ruining my lifeâ because man did he def ruin my life
tell me one jeonghan fan whoâs mentally stable, weâre all a little crazy (myself included)
insanity and everything packed in one fr
joshua- fresh out the slammer
HE IS THE PRETTIEST BABY EVER OKAY
i too would go to jail for him
iâd also never lose my baby again
honestly him and jeonghan are both interchangeable, theyâre both pretty and insane
OH! and iâd also disappear for a glimpse of his smile like fr fr my joshy :((((
jun- the tortured poets department
whoâs gonna know him and love him if not me??
weâre also modern idiots and slightly crazy
OH! also the bridge is so junnie coded like honestly anything he does makes me feel like my heart will explode so
junnie is everything in this song minus the tats and drugs he's my precious boy <3
hoshi- but daddy i love him
the way iâd actually scream this song for him
also the vibes are so hoshi like im 90% sure heâd vibe with this song so hard
especially when she says "im having his baby no im not" he's ijboling right then and there
idk man itâs just so hoshi and i would definitely fight my dad for him
wonwoo- loml
he is actually so loml coded
like soft, played in a piano kind vibes
especially nana tour wonu
just very soft
heâs the love of my life and loss of my life as well because thereâs actually no man thatâs ever gonna be like him, ruined men for me
woozi- down bad
are we like actually surprised tho? that's my fav song and he is my fav boy
this man is literally so down bad coded
iâve been singing and thinking of him like fuck it if I canât have him, but i will definitely die not like tis gonna make a difference
IM LIKE SO IN LOVE WITH HIM OH MY GOD
also crying at the gym = lee jihoon (in reference to that one t-shirt he wore during caratland 2023)
minghao- so long, london
not the lyrical but mostly the vibes
this song is kinda calming to me in a way and it feels so hao like
also it reminds me hai cheng in a way maybe because of all the ship metaphors
i also feel like heâs appreciated the sadness in this song
he has that certain same whimsy as this song
mingyu- guilty as sin?
GUILTY AS SIN IS HIS SONG OKAY?!?!?
I WILL CHOOSE HIM AND ME RELIGIOUSLY ANYDAY
physically feeling sick how that bridge is literally so mingyu coded like holy fuck like gonna crucify me anyways? the way you hold me is actually what's holy??? its literally him
truly the best way to die is loving him
okay iâll stop here before I die, he is just so <3
dokyeom- whoâs afraid of little old me?
simply because he is such a nice person and such a lovely soul i worry people might take him for granted
the industry does not give him enough credit for him vocals like they should be scared of him he can eat up any vocalist in seconds
like they should be afraid of him that he's so goofy and silly
also the musical vibes here truly a kyeomie song
seungkwan- the alchemy
ALL THOSE SPORTS REFERENCE ARE FOR HIM!!!
my babiest boy ever
âwhereâs the trophy? he just comes running over to meâ I CANNOT PUT ENOUGH EMPHASIS HOW SEUNGKWAN THIS IS
my heart will truly always be reserved for him
also he did make the strongest comeback fr
vernon- florida!!!
honestly, vernonâs favourite song here would be florida like fr
itâs just so vernon
heâd like eat up the featured and the beat right when she screams florida!!!!
13/10 would plan a trip to florida and brag how he's been to two places wtny and florida
the vibes are just so vernon fr idk what else to say
dino- clara bow
future of kpop, need I say more?
heâs like all the past legends but more better?
kinda like how she talks about it in the song, with the next being slightly better than the previous and yk what they've been through and stuff
and how dino is also called the future of kpop because he's so amazing
âthe futureâs bright, dazzlingâ so real like thatâs literally about the future of kpop
anyways that's my take <33 I might do a part 2 with the second drop songs (no promises!!)
you can also find this thread on my twt here.
#seventeen#seventeen imagines#wintersrants#ttpd#taylor swift#svt as songs#svt#svt scoups#svt jeonghan#svt Joshua#svt jun#svt hoshi#svt wonwoo#svt woozi#svt minghao#svt the 8#svt mingyu#svt dk#svt dokyeom#svt seungkwan#svt vernon#svt dino#svt imagines#seventeen fluff#kpop#scoups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi
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Rainy Day Woman PT 3
Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 4
Young!Stan Pines x GN! ReaderÂ
SFW!
WC: 2,423
As you walked down the stairs and into the mystery shack you were relieved to find Stan already there. You needed to get out what you planned to say before your courage was lost. He looked up as he heard you walk in but quickly looked right back down, trying to pretend he hadn't noticed you.Â
The second you saw him. your courage started to slip. A part of you wanted to turn around and go right back to your room, but you couldnât avoid him forever. His body language showed how uncomfortable he was, and you didnât want him to think you were mad at him. You let out a sigh, and put aside you anxiety
âHey Stan, sorry I didnât lock the bathroom door earlier, I wasn't really thinking about the fact that I live with someone else now.â You laughed and smiled, but you knew your posture was giving away your anxious feelings as you wrung your hands together. Â
As you talked he looked at you with shock, eyebrows raised and mouth almost hanging open. His look of shock made you wonder how his mind played out in this situation. Did he think you were going to come down here and yell at him for opening the door to his own bathroom?Â
âIt's ok, it's uh, I wasn't thinking either. Slipped my mind that I had a new guest this morning.â He mumbled, looking up at you only for a split second as he spoke. âBut um, as far as the Mystery Shack goes, I was gonna let ya have some shirts from the gift shop to wear when you worked but I didnât know what size ya were, if ya wanna just pick out a coupleâ He looked up at you finally after he was done talking, a hopeful but worried look in his eyes.
âHey come on, you saw me half naked this morning. I think you could figure out my shirt size. Are you trying to get another look?â You were trying to lighten the mood but you think your joke went too far. Stanâs face got red as he started to stutter
âN-No I uh- I just didnât wanna pick the wrong-umâ he trailed off, a distant look in his eyes that refused to meet yours.
Well flirting made that worse. Won't do that again. Got it. The âMan of Mysteryâ you first met when you walked in couldnât be farther from the Stan you were getting to know now. This Stan was somehow soft spoken despite his raspy voice, and surprisingly easy to fluster.Â
*Stans POV*
Theyâre sorry? They should be running out the door screaming about how much of a creep you are. Should have just come down here with their stuff packed and left. Guess they felt sorry for your dumbass when you ran like a coward. Always a coward. Always the worse twin. They canât really like you can they? No, they just feel bad for you. Just wait till They know how horrible you are. You ruined your brother's life. Twice. They won't be pitty flirting with you much longer. God, you canât even form a sentence in front of them. No wonder theyâre being so nice you're acting like a flustered girl. Get it together Stan. This poor person is probably just apologising cause theyâre afraid of the stranger they live with now. They should be I guess. I bring everyone down with me eventually. Maybe they can sense that.Â
Stan was snapped out of his thoughts by the door ringing as a handful of people with a touristy look of wonder in their eyes walked in.
Alright, showtime. Stan thought to himself.Â
Stan can step into character no problem. In fact stepping into the mystery man persona makes him almost forget how his life has started to fall apart, about how he lost everything. Almost.Â
*Reader POV*
After an awkward silence from your attempt to lighten the mood, the door rang and customers flooded in. Almost instantly the man you met when you first walked through that door was back. Standing tall with a cheesy smile and eyes shining.Â
âWelcome everyone to the Mystery Shack! Tours are $20 a person! Now who's ready to see the wonders of Gravity Falls! Weâve got the world's most distracting object, the invisible man and more!âÂ
$20? You smiled, wondering why he said tours were $15 for you when you walked in. Maybe you gave a better impression than you thought. As much as you liked this man of mystery you still preferred the real Stan, and were excited to get to know that version of him better. Maybe he wouldnât be so quiet once he got to know you more.Â
As Stan led tours of people throughout the day. You began to turn into a conman in your own way, overselling the items in the gift shop. You tried to convince everyone who walked in there that they needed enough souvenirs for their whole family. Everyone needs a Mystery Shack bumper sticker!! You knew from your small interactions that Stan greatly valued money, maybe more than anything else, and you wanted to impress him. To show him that you were worth hiring. Maybe if you did a good enough job he would pay you decently. He had already been kind to you, even though the two of you had hardly spoken
*Stan POV*
As the end of the day approached, the mystery shack slowed down, and the events of the morning had finally stopped repeating in Stanâs head. However, he still wasnât sure he could just have a normal conversation with you after this morning. Maybe he could ask about your past? What led you to Gravity Falls of all places? No, if you asked him about his past and why he was here he would have to start an elaborate lie. As easy as lying came to him, he knew lying to someone close only lasted so long before everything fell apart.Â
It was always easier for Stan to talk to people when he wasnât trying to make friends. If he was only going to know someone for a short time, he could be whoever he wanted. When it came to being himself he was so guarded he didnât know how to be himself. How was he supposed to form a genuine connection with someone without mentioning his twin, who was his only childhood friend, or the portal that kept him up every night. He was never the smart twin, he couldnât easily hide so much of himself, so he preferred to not be himself.
As Stan came back into the present world and out of his own head, he realized the gift shop had become empty. He was standing next to the door a few feet from you, not saying anything. He hoped he wasnât staring at you. God how long had he been doing that? As he jumped back to reality and looked around the gift shop, he saw that you were counting the cash drawer.
Now money, money was definitely something he could talk about.Â
*Reader POV*
Stan slowly walked into the empty gift shop, you looked up to ask how his day was going but he looked like he was lost in his own world. You figured you would just busy yourself counting the register until he came back to reality. Didnât wanna scare him off twice in one day.Â
He wasnât in his daze for long, shortly after you started counting the cash he looked up and started walking over to you.Â
âWoah what have you been doing all day? You start pickpocketing my customers?â Stan said as he walked up to see the amount of cash he had made that day.
âJust learning from the bestâ You winked at him and smiled âItâs honestly pretty easy to sell to the type of people who walk in here, they aren't the brightestâ
âHey, are you insulting my hand crafted attractions? It takes a long time to make those.â He pretended to be upset with you, frowning and crossing his arms,
âHey donât skip out on me calling you the best.â You smiled wide, glad Stan was finally acting normal with you.
âAlright ya got a point, I am the best con-man in Gravity Falls, more than that really, I would argue I'm the best con-man in the Country! My cons got me banned in over 30 states ya know.â He smiled, sounding proud of the fact.
âOVER THIRTY, Stan I hate to say it but I donât think that makes you a great con-man. Con-men are supposed to be caught.â You laughed but you were secretly a little worried. You were pretty sure he was joking, but what did this man do before he ran this shack?
âSweetheart, do I look like I've been caught.â He smiled and held up his hands âI donât see handcuffs, think that's a sign Iâm doing a pretty good jobâ
âI think you do better with a partner, look how much we made today. Now I donât know what ya make on a normal day but based on what ya said earlier I think you're not the only one to thank here.â You showed him how much you had made today, writing down how many of each bill was in the drawer, and circling the total after you had finished adding it all up.
His eyes widened âDamn, alright I guess I do gotta pay ya. Didnât think havinâ ya around would help me this much.â
He handed you $40 dollars, which was more than you expected. Honestly you didnât expect him to pay you on the first day, you thought you would have to work a lot harder to prove that you were worth keeping employed here. You werenât gonna tell him that however. You looked up at Stan with a beaming smile, âPleasure doing business with ya Mr. Mysteryâ
âHah, yeah, you too Y/Nâ
You and Stan closed up the shop together, restocking the shelves, turning off the lights, locking the door, and switching the sign to closed.Â
As you cleaned the gift shop you thought about dinner, you didnât feel comfortable raiding Stan's kitchen, but you also had limited money. You couldnât go out to eat every night, but tonight you decided you would spare yourself the awkwardness of using someone else's kitchen. You kept looking at Stan in the corner of your eye as you both closed out the shop. You just had your first real conversation with him, but you just wanted to know more. If he really had traveled through so many states you're sure the man had some good stories. You also liked the way his eyes lit up when you started joking with him about him being banned in over 30 states. For your own sanity you are going to assume that was his way of trying to impress you and not the truth.Â
*Stan POV*
As Stan helped you clean the Gift Shop, he found that his mind had for once, taken a break from insulting him. He smiled when he thought about how you brushed off his hint at his past. You probably thought he was joking, but he wondered if you had a colorful past like him. He finally did get to talk to you, but he only talked about himself. He was hoping to hear more about you too. Would be nice to know something about the person he is letting live with him. He wondered what you were planning to do after work. Maybe he could get to know you more over dinner? He wasnât sure how to get to know you more without sounding like he wanted to go on a date with you, but he wasnât too worried about it. He was just enjoying thinking about things that werenât his own fuck ups for once. Maybe he wouldnât âdrag you downâ with him. Maybe he could let himself be pulled up.
*Reader POV*
You and Stan both wrapped up your cleaning and headed into the âhomeâ side of the shack. As you both were off to your own rooms you looked back at Stan, and found him already looking at you.
âHey, iâm probably gonna go out for food soon, ya can join me if ya want, donât know what your plans are.â You asked, trying you best to frame it as a suggestion that he could back out of if he wanted.
Stan just smiled âYeah iâll go with ya, kitchens empty anywaysâ
âAlright, let me know if you have any recommendations, I'm sure there are some hidden gems in this town. Give me a second to get out of my work clothes and I'll be ready to head out.â You smiled. You hoped you didnât look too excited.
*Stan POV*
Stan couldnât remember the last time he was the one who got asked out, he knew you didnât mean it as a date, but yet he couldnât stop smiling as he got ready. He wanted to say he decided to dress casual, but in truth he really only had a few pairs of clothes, and of those few pairs not many were clean or in a place he could find.Â
*Reader POV*
You knew you were a little too excited to be going out to eat with Stan, but you weren't going to dwell on that right now. You deserved to feel excited to make a new friend. Were you thinking about him a little differently than you would a friend? Yes. But you were still a bit in the denial phase. You could think those thoughts all you wanted, it was when you acted on them that you would start thinking about the risks.
As you opened your door to find him, you saw his door slightly open. You figured he just left it open and he was down somewhere but then you got a glimpse of him though the crack in the door.Â
You didnât see much, just a small glimpse of him walking across his room shirtless. but you immediately turned to wait in your room with the door open. You definitely werenât sitting there wishing you got a better look at him. And you especially not thinking about how his arms would feel wrapped around you, about how pretty his eyes would look up close.
Ugh, maybe you should start to think about the risks of these thoughts.Â
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Author's Notes: The writing block is slowly hitting me because Iâm not sure how to get into the depths of Stan and how he would confide in the reader. Like this man would open up instantly, but I also wanna keep the story moving.
Also Iâm kinda writing about the 2012 version of the mystery shack despite writing about young stanâŚwe're gonna ignore those errors.
#stanley pines#stanley pines x reader#stanley pines x you#gravity falls#stan pines#grunkle stan#gravity falls fanfiction#stan pines fanfic#stan pines fluff#This chapter was so to write especially the end hehe#im SO sorry if there are typos i tried to reread this but I have to be up at like 5:30#need sleeb
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From Completely Different Worlds - William Nylander
Previous parts 1 2 3 In continuation of @misshoneyimhome's birthday celebration, here is Part 4 of The Sweden Chapter.
A/N - I found out I am very much a "discovery writer" in that basically, more and more ideas pop into my little head as I go. What I do know is that this is not the end, and there will be a Part 5. I had some interactions with a couple of readers that William needs to feel a little more "uneasy" (jealous) because Loren does indeed have other options. So, I tried to take a more nuanced approach in this part and then we'll see a little more of that in the next part. Poor William. *edit - to the anon that sent in ask re: outfits for Loren, it is covered in the next part.
Like the last part, this is 11k words - but I hope it's an easy read that it doesn't feel like it's long and drawn out.
Notes and Warnings - goes without saying - profanity, smut (basic p in v, oral - m & f receiving). I think that's it.
18+ only please.
The second Loren stepped onto the street outside of William's place, she felt a palpable energy that surrounded her and filled her senses. If she was totally uninhibited, there was no telling what Loren would do to expel that electric feeling. She literally felt like she could defy the laws of gravity and float to wherever William was taking her.
As he was back in Toronto, William made for an excellent tour guide in Stockholm. He was enamored with his city and it wasn't hard to understand why. In many ways, William embodied the best of what the Scandinavian metropolis had to offer. Stockholm was dazzling and vibrant. Calm one minute and lively the next. A rich and deep history mixed with a contemporary urban flair.
Loren was overwhelmed. She had longed to travel for many years but never had the time or the funds to make it happen. After facing near financial ruin once her ex was long gone, Loren started a Pinterest board of mainly sunny beach destinations as inspiration to save money. Places that she felt she would enjoy traveling to alone. Although Loren had many friends, after a number of years, her former travel partners had paired off, gotten married, and started families. She had embraced being alone, so the idea of vacationing alone as well seemed to suit her perfectly.
Now, Stockholm was kicking her little Pinterest board's ass.
If she thought nothing could outdo the scenery, she was sorely mistaken after she took her first bite at breakfast. The food was extraordinary and it appeared as though William had ordered literally the entire menu. Everything was fresh and healthy, with every color in all the food groups accounted for many times over.
The only thing more astounding than the food itself was how much William could pack away. Loren giggled as William leaned back, legs splayed, and rubbed his stomach that was looking less taut and more round than usual.
As they talked about the plan for the remainder of the day, the owner, who obviously knew William fairly well, approached their booth. William and Anton spoke animatedly in Swedish before William turned to Loren to introduce her. Anton asked how she liked the food and if William left anything for her. She teased that she had to arm-wrestle William for a bite here and there - she of course followed up by saying the whole meal was phenomenal. Promising to make her something special if she returned, Anton bowed to Loren and mockingly rubbed his abdomen to tease William before leaving to greet other patrons.
"You going to be okay to stand, or am I gonna have to carry you out?" Loren smirked.
"UghâI'm too full⌠carry me pleaseâŚ"
Loren shook her head and smiled. "You're such a charmer⌠waitâwe need the bill, don't we?"
"No, everything's free in Stockholm," William chuckled. "Don't worry about it."
Loren flashed a warning glance towards him. "What about the tip?"
William leaned in closer to Loren. "Mmmmâsay that again⌠about the tipâŚ"
Loren raised her eyebrow and smiled coyly. "Something something⌠big tipâsomethingâŚ"
Despite the urge to kiss her, William tended to avoid public displays of affection. In the age of cell phones and trying to protect privacy, he had to. William settled for a quick but intense eye fuck with Loren instead as they strolled out the door.
William's itinerary for Loren's first full day was mostly relaxed. Nothing was on a specific timeframe and was as chill and easygoing as William himself.
Walking off the mammoth breakfast William just indulged in, they took their time, meandering along the sidewalk as William talked about the subtle and not-so-subtle cultural differences between Sweden and North America. He laughed when Loren admitted that she had long held the idea that all of Scandinavia had learned how to live life right versus the other countries to the south.
With an open invitation to come for the afternoon at the family lake house, William and Loren piled into his SUV for the 40-plus minute drive to pick up his beloved dogs and relax in the sun by the water.
As they drove, William wasn't sure if he had ever seen someone so enthralled by everything. He didn't think Loren was sheltered or hadn't seen a thing or two, but her natural curiosity was so endearing to him. Every highway sign she saw, Loren would take a picture of it, try to say the name phonetically, and then William would help her if needed. That's how the whole drive was spentâlistening to and correcting Loren's pronunciation while Post Malone and The Weeknd played in the background.
As they pulled into the laneway at the Nylanderâs, William almost wished the drive was longer. Loren managed to make the routine drive to the lake so entertaining in the most basic of ways. Where William was already in a fantastic mood, she managed to elevate it even further.
William had barely stepped out of the car when the dogs came barreling up to him, promptly swarming Loren right after. Camilla waved from the porch, greeting Loren with a hug before embracing her son.
As it approached 1:00 PM, the combination of the massive breakfast and the drive to the lake had completely sapped William's energy. Suddenly, he could barely keep his eyes open.
Camilla looked at William and chuckled at his wilting appearance. "Poor boy⌠did you both want to have a nap?"
"I'm a little too excited about being here stillâbut William, did you want to go ahead?"
William nodded and yawned, calling for the dogs. Standing behind Loren, he placed his hands on her shoulders, pulled her back a smidge, and gave her a gentle kiss on her cheek.
Camilla's eyes sparkled as she looked at Loren. "Here darling, you and I can sit outside at the back⌠I'm so happy you can keep me company."
William shuffled away but called back towards his mom. "Where's Dad?"
"We just found there's an issue with the water pressure, so he's down there looking at the water line."
"Ohâshit, that sucks," William commented mid-yawn as he entered his bedroom. "Ok boys, let's goâŚ."
Camilla ushered Loren into the kitchen. "Would you like a glass of wine? I have a bottle of chardonnay that I was just about to open."
"If you're having a glass, I'd love one, thank you."
Camilla and Loren chatted as two glasses were poured half-full. Camilla clinked Loren's glass and said "SkĂĽl," and Loren reciprocated with a cheery smile.
The ladies settled into a comfortable spot on the west-facing deck. The day had been warm, but a cool, generous breeze from the north was an indicator that autumn would soon be upon them.
As it had been from the point Camilla and Loren first met, their conversation flowed so easily. It was very much like Loren experienced with Williamâthere was a steady flow of thoughts, ideas, memories, commiserations, and everything else in between.
Camilla first asked about their day and laughed at Loren explaining about the owner of the cafe poking fun at William. Then Loren explained about taking pictures of road signs to learn about certain letter combinations in Swedish and the sounds they make. Camilla was impressed that Loren showed so much interest in learning the language and thought Loren's idea was brilliant.
They talked about family dynamics, Loren's job as a support worker, and her other work as well. Camilla asked about Loren's house, to which she showed Camilla some before and after pictures of her interior painting marathon. William's mother was once again very impressed with the interior, but it was Loren's gardens and planters that really wowed Camilla. Soon the two were wandering around the edges of the deck talking about perennials that would do well in afternoon sun.
Loren looked up and smiled as she saw Michael approach. He embraced Loren and then kissed Camilla on the cheek while a slightly exasperated expression appeared on his face.
"I think it's the foot valveâit's either clogged or damaged or both," Michael said.
Camilla looked at Michael with an air of concern. "So someone⌠I guess it will need to be youâyou'll have to go underwater and try to untie the line to get a better look⌠oh Michael⌠that's not goodâŚ"
Loren listened to William's parents' exchangeâthe sum total of it was that neither Camilla nor Michael particularly wanted to wade out in water that had never felt warm all summer and was becoming excessively colder as the days wore on.
Loren had a lot of experience in this department. Having spent many a summer at her family's cottage that was shared across her father's side, Loren and her cousins were expected to help out when repairs of anything were required. It's where she learned every swear word in both English and French, and quietly practiced them to herself from about the age of three. That was among her first memories. Whether it was a snowmobile or boat engine roaring, if her tiny voice could be drowned out by a long loud sound, Loren happily rhymed off shit, fuck, asshole, prick, dick, cunt âand any combination thereof. It was her little secret with herself.
âIf you'd like - I would love to help - I have my bathing suit here as wellâŚ.just to even get a look at the valve itself and see whatâs happening with it?â
Camilla âtsked appreciatively with Lorenâs offer. âOh Loren - no, we canât have you doing that⌠youâre Williamâs guest - but thank you though. Plus, the water is very, very coldâŚâ
âOur cottage lake never quite warms up eitherâŚIâm honestly used to it, and I kind of love doing stuff like this. I promise though - I wonât press, but I would honestly love to help.â
Michael smiled at Loren, visibly impressed. He wasnât sure if any of his six children would offer to help, no offense to them. Michael looked toward Camilla and then the house. âWell my love, we need waterâŚ.letâs just see whatâs happening first and then weâll figure out what to do.â He turned to Loren and asked if she was sure she wanted to get in the frigid lake.
âIâve been actually dying to get in there - Iâll go get changed. Would you have a snorkel mask so maybe I can take a look at it underwater?â
Michaelâs expression was a mix of surprise and growing admiration. âYes, absolutelyâŚjust come down to the boat house once youâve changed and weâll size it up for you.â
Camilla looked back toward Loren with an air of gratitude. âLoren - youâre sure about this? We have some bottled water to get us throughâŚâ
Loren smiled and convinced Camilla that she was more than okay with doing this. Camilla gave her a quick hug and said she would get her a towel and theyâd walk down together.
In the tote bag that Loren still brought everywhere with her, she fished out her two piece green bathing suit and tip toed down the hall, past Williamâs bedroom and straight into the bathroom next door. She didnât want to risk waking William up by changing in his room.
Once changed, she tip toed back but Banksy caught sight of her and leapt off the bed to join Loren, followed by the familyâs black toy poodle. With the pups in tow, Loren slipped out the sliding glass doors and rejoined Camilla on the deck.
As they walked towards the boathouse, Camilla seemed trepidatious about Loren venturing into the water but reminded herself that Loren was a grown woman. If she was able to help, even just a little bit, it would be deeply appreciated.
With the snorkel mask adjusted and sitting perched atop her head, Loren waded into the water. They weren't exaggerating - it was fucking freezing. She gasped as the chill enveloped her hips, waist, and then chest. Michael and Camilla stood by wincing, knowing the temperature under the surface was uncomfortably cold.
Michael called out to Loren. "Pretty chilly, isn't it? Are you doing okay?"
Loren's teeth were gnashed together as she turned towards William's parents. "Ummm⌠I think I'm either numb or getting used to it⌠not sure," she chuckled.
"If it gets to be too much, please come out⌠we can deal with it another way," Camilla called to her.
Michael leaned towards Camilla and said in Swedish, "My sweet, this is the only wayâlet's hope she only has to go in once."
Loren spit in the mask, rubbed it over the interior of the glass, and then rinsed it off in the water as Camilla, Michael, and the dogs watched in anticipation. She positioned and adjusted the mask so it formed a seal protecting her eyes and nose.
She submerged herself and swam under the surface to take a look at what had happened to the water line to affect the pressure.
Meanwhile, back inside, William woke up to Pablo whining at the sliding doors in the main room. He got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and padded slowly towards Pablo, who was wagging his tail excitedly at the door.
After he let Pablo out, he saw his golden doodle join the group of onlookers standing on the walkway towards the floating dock. He was thoroughly confused and still groggy after not getting a full two-hour nap, which was oftentimes, his minimum requirement.
The air was more chilled than what he remembered it being when they first arrived, so William grabbed a nearby hoodie and started walking down towards the water.
As he approached the walkway, he remained totally baffled as he watched his parents watching Loren as her head popped up above the surface, and then her diving back under after reporting her findings.
Camilla looked over to see William's perplexed expression. She smiled at him as she stood with her arms crossed watching Loren tread water while still peering under the surface.
"What is she doing? Dadâit's freezing⌠why is she in there?"
Michael simply said, "She's a big help. She offered to see what's going on with the foot valve since we lost water pressure in the house."
William shook his head. "She offered? Godâshe's nutsâŚ."
Michael chuckled. "This really is a big help⌠I sure didn't want to have to do it. She says the rope the water line was tied to came undone and the valve was at the bottom sucking in sand."
William watched as Loren dove underneath the water again, her round ass making a split-second appearance before she propelled herself toward the bottom of the lake.
As she resurfaced, she spotted William and smiled as best she could, given the mask gave her duck lips.
She peeled off the mask, which left a prominent red line where the rubber had adhered to her face. "Don't you dare make fun of meâŚ," Loren teasingly warned William.
"Is it cold in there?" he asked sheepishly, knowing full well that it was.
"I'm tough⌠I've gotten used to it." That might have been true, but Loren was starting to feel the chill in her bones.
Loren asked Michael if he had a 5-gallon bucket, a drill, and some duct tape. He had all three readily accessible, and he and Camilla hurried off to retrieve the items, leaving William with the dogs watching Loren.
"Can I help with something?" William called to her.
Loren waded over to the walkway near where William was standing. The wind had picked up and had a little more of a northerly bite to it. She tried not to shiver, but her teeth chattered involuntarily with the exposure to the outside air.
William knelt down to greet her with a kiss. When he pressed his lips against hers, he recoiled quickly. "Lorenâyou're freezingâyou gotta get out of thereâŚ"
"The air's way cooler than the water, but yeah, it's getting a little chilly," Loren said as her body shuddered. "We're going to need some rocks to put into the bottom of the pail. Something like those ones over there."
William jogged over to the other side of the ramp and grabbed a medium-sized rock, holding it up for Loren to approve. She smiled and nodded, then swam back over to the water line.
Michael had a sense of what Loren had in mind and he wished he had thought of it sooner. He drilled an entry and exit point into the top of the bucket, and he and Loren fished the line through the bucket, holding it in place with duct tape. Then the stones William gathered were added to the bucket, which was then submerged a number of feet offshore. It was simple to make, easy to put in place, and flawlessly effective once the water line spat out the trapped air and sand with the newly elevated pressure.
Once Loren emerged from the lake, Camilla was quick to wrap a thick bath sheet around her as they walked back to the main cottage. Loren was shivering uncontrollably but tried to get everyone to stop fussing over her. Loren kept saying she was fine, she just needed to warm up a little.
Michael suggested that she head to the sauna to really warm herself up after initially thawing her body in a warm shower. To Loren, that sounded heavenly.
William got the outdoor shower going for her. The Nylanders had an amazing wellness setup not far from the waterâan outdoor shower, which William proudly reminded Loren was only working because of her, a 10-person hot tub, a cold tub, and then a beautiful cedar Swedish sauna.
Loren had already showered that morning, but the purpose now was not for cleanliness. Her teeth wouldn't stop chattering and her body still shivered uncontrollably. She was cautious and remained modestly in her bathing suit in the shower, until William reappeared with a thick robe for her to put on after the sauna. He added that his parents had gone into town to grab a few things so they'd be alone for a little while. He motioned to her bathing suit and said, "That needs to come off too," before he headed into the quaint wood sauna.
Loren stripped off her bathing suit, wrung out the excess water, and laid it over the edge of the enclosure to dry. Turning off the water, she twisted her long hair, watching it drip from the ends, wrapped a towel around her, and slowly opened the door to the sauna.
William was nakedâhis back reclined against the upper bench, his head tilted back and eyes closed, and legs parted. Loren's gaze immediately fixed on his flaccid penis. As always, the sight made her mouth water and her throat tighten. She felt an involuntary clench deep within her, knowing how well his cock fills her up when it's awake.
The dry heat was one half of the perfect antidote to help chase the lingering chill she felt from the water. The other half of that antidote was William. Still beautifully tanned, the defined ridges in his shoulders, arms, chest, and quads glistened with sweat under the soft lights.
William raised his head slightly, opened one eye to look at Loren. "You need to be all the way nude⌠lose the towel," he smirked.
Loren knew she had two choicesâeither defy William and keep the towel on, or hang it up next to the robe he brought and try to look sexy and not trip or stumble.
She unfastened the towel where she had it tucked in between the valley of her breasts. Right before the towel dropped, she held onto one corner and pinned it against her chest so that she was still a little concealed.
William chuckled at her. "You're not still shy about me seeing you naked, are you?"
Despite William's appreciation for confidence in a woman, there was something about Loren's bashful and humble nature that he found intensely arousing.
Managing to avoid slipping or tripping or doing a faceplant of any kind, Loren quickly draped the towel over the slats of the upper wooden bench just behind William, and sat elegantly with her legs crossed. In response to his question about her still feeling shy, Loren jokingly retorted, "Have we met?"
He turned his head to look up at Loren. "What're you doing all the way up there? You don't want to sit beside me?" He reached back with the arm closest to Loren and began to caress the back of her calf. A dainty gold anklet glimmered on her slender ankle.
"I like the view from here," Loren remarked softly and suggestively.
William continued to stroke the skin along the back of her leg. In the gravelly voice that's like music to her, he purred, "Why look when you can touchâŚ"
Loren chuckled and reclined her head back against the cedar wall, trying to think of a good response. "Because sometimes the most gorgeous things in the world should be left undisturbed."
William's throat tightened with desire from her words.
He stood and ladled more water over the scalding rocks before turning back towards Loren. He knelt in front of her, motioning for her legs to open so he could slide in between them.
The heat from the sauna had only elicited a light layer of sweat over both bodies, but the temperature inside was climbing rapidly as they began kissing. Loren slid forward slightly, her lips and tongue coaxing moans from William's mouth. She wrapped her arms around the base of his neck as William gripped her ass hard, pulling her further towards him, even though there wasn't a millimeter between them. He nipped and kissed under her jawline, and when Loren's hands found their way down to his ass cheeks, she pushed his torso tight against her cunt.
Breathless, William slowed his mouth and his hands and leaned his forehead against Loren's neck.
Her hands and fingers smoothed through his hair as she wondered what was going through his mind. Instead, she reveled in his touch as his open palms roamed over her body.
William spoke in a low tone against her collarbone. "I don't want you to ever think that Iâjust because I don't say the actual words most of the time⌠I'm not the greatest with thatâthat I don't think that you are one of the most incredible people I know, Loren."
Loren kissed William's temple as her other hand smoothed up the nape of his neck through the back of his hair. She began to speak, but William interrupted her.
"Don't turn the compliment on to me," William warned playfully. "We're only talking about you."
He tapped her ass for her to raise her bum off the towel. He released his embrace and stood up, draping the towel over the bench he was kneeling on.
William guided her down onto her back, adjusted her rear slightly, and lowered his mouth down to her pussy. Fuck, she felt luckyâthis was the second time William went down on her todayâit was the reason their shower that morning took as long as it did.
But this version of William in that moment was not the version she experienced this morning. This morning, he was tender as his tongue stroked her clit, while the scruff around his mouth tickled her pussy in the most arousing way.
The William taking her now was far more needy. Within seconds of his mouth latching onto Loren's pussy, he had her thighs pinned, spreading her as wide as possible. His tongue lapped fervently, finding the most sensitive areas around her clit, making Loren's body twist and jolt as she moaned William's name. She realized, too, that they were alone and in a sauna. She didn't have to suppress cries or stifle moans this time.
Loren looked down to see William jerking himself as he tongue-fucked her. She smoothed back his hair, their gazes fixed on each other, before she cried out, arching her back and splaying her one leg to the side. Her cries and moans only fueled William to further intensify his dizzying oral assault on her pussy.
She glanced at him and then at the taut muscles in his arm as he rapidly pumped his cock. She knew that he wanted to fully serve her the best oral pleasure he could, but it became distracting with how much she wanted his cock in her mouth.
Between cries of how amazing he felt, Loren breathlessly asked if she could suck his cock.
She lay panting on the bench, smoothing William's saliva around her pussy while running her fingers up and down her slit. William moved and stood by her, his erect cock in her direct line of sight. Using the upper bench as leverage, William held himself up as he rested one thigh on the bench at the top of Loren's head. She could hardly wait for William to position himself just right. Within seconds, she licked and fondled his balls before putting them in her mouth. William groaned "Fuck, Loren" as she stroked his cock with one hand, slowly rubbed her clit with the other, and lapped at his balls at the same time.
William's hand slid over top of Loren's, taking control of running his middle finger through her folds. Between his saliva and her arousal, his fingers smoothly glided between her inner pussy walls, making Loren's hips rotate from the sensation. She adjusted her body to lie on her side and proceeded to deep throat William's cock, moaning and slurping as he expelled his tasty pre-cum in the back of her mouth.
William looked down at Loren just as she looked up at him as she slid his shaft from her mouth. Strings of saliva stretched from his tipâhe nearly went weak in the knees as she gazed upon him and his cock like a gift from God. She gingerly held his member as her tongue found the highly sensitive frenulum.
He gathered up her hair in his fist and slowly moved his cock back and forth in her mouth as her tongue stroked underneath the tip, expressing more of the pre-cum fluids that she couldn't get enough of.
But William had other plans. Loren loved being railed hard, and he was determined to fulfill all of her desires in that moment.
"Lorenâfuck⌠you're gonna make me cum⌠let me fuck you from behind⌠and be loudâyou can let it all outâŚ"
As beautiful as can be, she licked and kissed the tip of his cock in a show of worship and flashed the most spellbinding smile at William as she stood up and turned around for him.
His arms wrapped around her waist as her back leaned against his chest. They stood for a moment in that spot, just absorbing each other's touch. Soon, one of William's hands was cupping her breast while the other slid between her thighs.
Loren climbed onto the bench, and with William kneeling behind her, he gently bent her over. Loren lowered her upper body further, and with her ass in the air, she spread her legs and stroked her clit in anticipation of William's entry.
"Lorenâfuck meâyou have no idea how fucking hot you look right now." Biting her bottom lip, Loren glanced over her shoulder towards William. "So do youâŚ" she said, full of desire, as her long hair, still damp from the shower, cascaded over the side of her body.
William kneaded the top of her ass cheek with one hand and held his cock in his other, gliding his tip through Loren's folds. Soon, he entered her. William's cock had a slight curve upward, and the tip rubbed perfectly against Loren's g-spot as he fucked her. Her hands gripped the wooden slats on the bench as William's thrusts became steadily deeper.
His head fell backward and his eyes closed as images of her in the water working alongside his dad filled his mind. He could not recall ever feeling such intense pride towards a girl he brought home before.
The prideâthis sensation he felt in that momentâfueled his thrusts as he gripped Loren's hips, plowing her even harder. William gazed at how incredible she looked from behind as she cried out to him and how good his cock felt. Her voice, the sound of their slick skin slapping, watching her stroke herself as he bucked into herâto William, there was no better feeling than in that moment.
Loren hollered a string of profanities as her legs began to shake as she orgasmed. William slid one hand up to her shoulder and kept the other gripping her hip. Loren pushed back into him, allowing him to go just a smidge deeper when she let out a loud guttural shriek as a final climax, while reaching behind her, grappling for William's ass.
William pressed into Loren's cunt further, letting out his own feral grunts. William felt like he was losing his mind a little as his thrusts went into overdrive. Loren was riding the wave of another orgasm, gripping the underside of the bench, her ass and thighs rippling as he drove into her. Soon, William let out groans from deep in his throat, his own legs quaking as he spilled deep into her.
William stayed in position, smoothing the sheen of her back around with his hands. He watched her breathing slow while she moaned incoherent words into her forearm. He slid out of her slowly, his seed slowly seeping out just after his tip exited.
He always reveled at the sight of Loren after she came. She once explained she can hear him speak, but she's suspended in such a deep state of euphoria, she hardly has the will to make any part of her body move. It's almost like a complete separation of mind and body.
William loved knowing that's what he does to her.
The two had been in the sauna for a little longer than one probably should. Once Loren could move again, she gathered her towel, slipped on her robe, and stepped back out into the fresh afternoon air. William remained close behind her, stopping only for a quick dip in the cold tub. Not wanting to advertise the inevitable shrinkage from the cold water, William giggled as he sheepishly asked if Loren could retrieve his shorts before he stood up.
With hours remaining before their dinner plans later that evening, Loren and William settled in on the couch, wrapped around each other as each dog found a spotâBanksy on top of Loren's hip and Pablo nestled between William's legs. They had Tetris'ed themselves snugly together as the four drifted off for a nap.
Just over an hour later, Michael and Camilla returnedâthe dogs' alert startled William and Loren awake, the two stretching and giving each other a soft kiss before rising from the couch.
As they helped carry in bags from the car, Michael asked if they could stay for dinner. Michael remained so abundantly grateful for Loren's help that day that he felt it was the least he could do.
William smiled at his dad's hopeful expression but before he could decline, Michael quickly remembered they had plans already.
William added, "Maybe in a few days, okay? We can figure out something with whoever's availableâ"
"I'd like to do something maybe just for the two of you, does that sound alright?" Michael looked towards Loren this time for a response.
"I would love thatâI've heard that you're a pretty amazing chef," Loren said warmly as Michael hugged her. "We can bring some wine as well?"
Camilla's eyes danced as she looked at Loren. "You could even stay the nightâgive us a chance to have some drinks and get to know you more."
Camilla thanked Loren again for all of her help, hugging her tightly.
As they walked out, Michael asked if they used the sauna. The question was directed more towards Loren but William answered "Yes" instead.
Michael smiled. "Andâhow was itâdid it warm you upârelax you?"
Loren blushed as she remembered "relaxing" after her massive climax.
William coolly replied, "It was hot, Dad⌠and yeah, it was extra relaxing... I think Loren enjoyed it. I know I did."
Cheeky motherfucker⌠Loren thought as she glanced at William and then at Michael.
Michael read between the lines with William's comment and just laughed and shook his head.
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Loren was the first one ready for their dinner plans that evening. She was borderline nervousâmeeting a handful of William's closest friends is right up there with meeting his family. Even though the Nylanders were warm and welcoming, Isla's scornful gaze during Loren's introduction was undeniably still etched in her memory.
Loren fidgeted with her red sundress as she looked at her reflection in the long mirror in William's bedroom. She was beginning to second-guess and scrutinize her appearance. Her clothes, her shoesâeverythingâwere mainly mass-produced with low-cost materials. She saw how stylish the Nylanders all were; even without trying, they all could easily grace the cover of Vogue.
It was more likely than not that his friends and their girlfriends were equally as stylish and sophisticated, and with that thought, Loren exhaled sharply and dropped her shoulders in frustration and dismay. Her insecurities once again resurfaced, attempting to convince her that his friends would laugh at her discount clothes and shoesâthat her hair was too big, wavy, and messy-looking. That she really had no business being there as William's guest.
Loren decided to take a picture and send it to Chelsea, her friend and style guru, hoping she could either say "yay" to the dress or veto it and tell her to change.
Just as Loren took the picture, William walked in fresh from the showerâa towel barely tucked tight enough to stay put around his hips. Loren's eyes trailed to the contour on either side of his torsoâ"the v"âthat acted like a sign pointing straight to his cock. His dark blonde hair flopped in certain spots and stuck straight out in others. To Loren, he looked freakishly perfect every single solitary second of every day, and in that moment, she was horny for him and frustrated with him at the same time.
A sizeable grin spanned his face as his eyes landed on Loren. Instead of reciprocating with her typical sweet smile, she rolled her eyes and scoffed at William.
"You know, Williamâit's not fucking fair," Loren half-smiled as she slowly shook her head. "Likeâc'mon⌠you walk in with almost nothing on, your hair is perfectly imperfectâyou know what? You're so greedyâŚ"
William started to laugh. "Greedy?"
"Yes⌠really fucking greedy. Your whole familyâyou all got greedy in the gene pool and didn't leave nearly enough for the rest of us."
William's iconic laugh reverberated in the room. "Waitâhold on⌠that's a bunch of bullshit⌠you need to put your glasses on there, ChiquitaâŚ"
William sat on the edge of his bed, his legs automatically splayed as he propped himself up on his elbows. He chuckled again when he saw Loren's eyes fall once again to the bump his cock made under the towel. "I don't get itâwhere'sâwhat's all of this about?"
On top of everything else she was feeling in that moment, she was the most embarrassed about her insecurities. She didn't feel like this all the time, but like mice running rampant, where there's one negative thought, a hundred more seem to follow.
So, she was honest with him.
"First, I'm just second-guessing my outfitâwell, my entire appearance really. Second, I really hate showing how insecure I can be sometimes. It's not all day, all the time or anything, but I know it's not the most attractive quality to have... especially around you."
William often struggled to find the right words, but he never saw Loren as insecure. Vulnerable at times, yes, which brought out his protective instincts and kindness. Unbeknownst to Loren, William sometimes felt inadequate compared to her, but he knew that if he could at least comfort and reassure her, it was a good start.
"You knowâmy first thought is that it's hard to understand how you're not able to just know how fucking gorgeous you are⌠but then I think if you did, you wouldn't be who you areâwhich is even more amazing. If that makes any sense?" William pulled her close, his rugged hand cradled the back of her head as he pressed his lips against her hair. He breathed in her light fragrance as he continued to kiss her head. "If you are worried that my friends aren't going to like you because of this or thatâthey really are not like that. They're almost as nice as you, if you can believe it," William chuckled.
His hands then smoothed down the fabric of the back of her dress, soon slipping underneath the hem. She could feel his burgeoning hard-on as the towel finally unfastened and fell to the floor.
In an instant, William's mouth was latched onto Loren's neck, pressing her up against the wall. She couldn't resist himâshe really didn't even try. She turned around so her ass was aligned with his erection. She leaned over slowly and suggestively said, "Here, let me bend over and pick that upâ"
Loren soon received the "input" from William that she needed to help calm her worries.
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William's assessment of his friend group was absolutely accurate. Loren was relieved and grateful that she was instantly welcomed into William's social circleâor at least the particular one that evening. Two of the women at the table, Ingrid and Malin, were the girlfriends of Anders and Erik, who all were at the bar the previous night with William. The third was Lisa, the buoyant, beautiful, and gregarious long-time girlfriend of Rasmus Sandin, William's former roommate and teammate before being traded to Washington.
To break the ice within his friend group, William wanted Loren to share his new favorite storyâthe tale of her airport security detention. When she had recounted the incident to William's entire family the day before, he was still laughing about it.
As the story went, Loren was "randomly flagged" by flight security, leading to her bags being pulled, scanned, and thoroughly searched. In her large suitcase, she had packed some camera equipmentâa tripod, ring light, and other itemsâwhich she intended to use for recording interviews with random people against the city's scenic backdrop. The equipment had been carefully wrapped in bubble wrap and then nestled within her clothing. All her paperwork was impeccable, detailing the who, what, where, when, why, and how of her trip. As security rifled through her belongings, they seemed particularly intrigued by the combination of camera equipment and some sexy undergarments that Loren had packed to impress William.
The officers asked the standard questionsâdid she pack the bag herself, had anyone else had access to her luggage, and so on. Then one officer inquired about the purpose of the videos. Loren was stressedâwords in both English and French tumbled around in her head like clothes in a dryer. She blurted out that they were "instructional videos."
The two men exchanged glances, then looked at the lingerie set she'd packed for William, and finally at the camera equipment. âMiss - are the videos pornographic in nature?â The officer who remained silent seemed rather hopeful.
âNo! No - they are language tutorials - like teaching how to converse in French,â Loren gasped, her cheeks blazing.
âAre you able to show us?â
Mon dieu (my God) Loren thought to herself, dying inside a little.
She pulled out her phone and showed a more recent post, with her, very much clothed and covered - and not getting railed or giving fellatio.
After only a few seconds, one officer seemed perturbed with the tame, g-rated video and waved her off saying she could go.
William was completely taken with Loren as she animatedly finished telling the story, describing how she had to gather up a lace thong and a bustier and shove them back in her suitcase before running out and meeting Williamâs mother, no less. Loren explained that later, when she told the full story to his family, Camilla nearly choked on her wine from laughter.
As more stories were shared, an energetic buzz filled the air around the table. The four couples seamlessly blended, their laughter and conversation flowing freely. Loren, with her adaptable nature and engaging personality, found herself quickly embraced by William's tight-knit group of friendsâmuch as she had been with his family.
William and Erik spotted a couple of empty pool tables from where the group sat in the corner of the bar. Soon, wagers were discussed, match-ups were made and friendly-fire chirps were said.
Ingrid and Malin observed Loren closely. Contrary to Isla's portrayal from the previous night, Loren embodied everything Isla had claimed she wasn't. This discrepancy didn't surprise them; Isla's relationship with the truth was often shaky at best. The ladies held their tongues, but they were brimming with curiosity, wondering if Loren was aware of Isla's blatant hostility towards her the night before. While Ingrid and Malin typically avoided gossip, Isla's unprovoked behavior had left them stunned and eager to discuss it. They knew Lisa held strong opinions about Isla's character and were keen to hear her take, which usually swung between witty and scathing.
After the men left the table to venture over to the billiards with full pints of beer in their hands, Ingrid and Malin exchanged glances, topped up Loren's wine, and started treading carefully with the trajectory of their desired conversation.
They first asked Loren basic questions about what she and William did that day, and then worked backwards from there. Loren smiled, knowing the direction Ingrid and Malin wanted to take their chat and suppressed a chuckle. As kind and friendly as all three women had been to Loren, she remained cautious with her wordsâshe told herself to stick with the facts, avoid any personal opinions or any other petty remarks.
It was Ingrid who just cut to the chase with the question of whether Loren heard anything about the night before. And Loren explained what she had been toldâwhich frankly surprised and impressed all three ladies that William had been candid about the situation and did not seem to bypass any major details.
The women were also impressed by Loren's frankness, honesty, and fairness with the complexities of being the object of William's affections. Although it was unspoken, each of the ladies could see how unique Loren was when they compared her against other women that William had spent time with.
Once the Isla conversation was addressed, no one dwelled on any of it.
Malin and Ingrid got up to use the ladies' room and it seemed the two were feeling no pain as they groped their boyfriends' asses as they walked by. Erik didn't seem to mind but Anders, who was trying to take a shot, flinched and sunk the cue ball instead of the solid green one he was aiming for.
Loren and Lisa giggled as Rasmus and William turned to look at them before chirping their friend about the missed shot.
Lisa smiled back towards Loren. "So, you were saying something before about a conversation you and Willy were having⌠about being out in public?"
Loren nodded. "Just about whether or not we should 'appear' like we are sort ofâ" Loren struggled to find just the right words to describe their undefined status. "Romantically linked? I guess that's the best way to say it," Loren finally said.
Lisa had known William for a long time through Rasmus' relationship, as William had been Rasmus' roommate on and off, and one of his most trusted friends. She cared for William deeply and, although she didn't always agree with some of his tactics and tendencies, she knew he was a good person at heart. Having had a front-row seat to some of the issues from his past relationships, Lisa understood why William had become incredibly guarded with women in general.
However, Lisa sensed something different in how William and Loren interacted. Though seated diagonally from each otherâin an attempt to avoid immediate âguessworkâ of whoâs with whom by passersbyâtheir connection was very apparent. The way they looked at each other when the other spoke revealed an incredible connection. Lisa didn't just see it; she felt it. She had shared this observation with Rasmus, who wholeheartedly agreed.
"So, you two aren't technically dating, in the traditional sense?" Lisa asked.
Loren looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap. "Well, I think it's a little different for himâpeople are so invested in the labelsâŚsingle versus not. So, if someone were to ask him right now, he would say he's single. So, I guess that makes me single tooâŚbut it's not how I feel. When I really like someone, that's it for me. I literally don't 'see' anyone else, if you know what I mean."
Lisa nodded. "I doâfully. I felt that way about Rasmus when I first met him."
Loren chuckled and then went quiet. "It feels like a dangerous spot for me to be in though. He has gazillions of women that, whether they're single or not, would kill⌠or at least maim for him. I'm not trying to compete or anything because I just can't⌠or maybe it's more that I won't. I wanted to go slow with getting to know each otherâsomehow be interested yet be relatively detached at the same time. I'm not wanting to rush either because Godâhis life⌠just his life alone is dizzying. But the interest out there for himâlike, how is any girl - me, or her, her, herâŚ" Loren giggled as she continued to point out any girl in the vicinity of their table, "going to handle that amount of enticement of âtheir manâ from other women?"
Lisa completely understood, as Rasmus, also known as "Sandy," received quite a lot of attention in his own right. "It's a decision you make. And as time goes on, you have to keep making the decision to go left or right. I mean, Sandy isn't anywhere near Willy's popularity, but I will sayâhe's one of William's closest friends. You would not believe how many women want to go through his friends just for a shot at William. It's⌠yeah⌠unbelievable."
Lisa looked over at Sandy, who was already looking back at her. "But I feel supported. Loved. He's good to me, a good person to others. He's my biggest cheerleader," she said wistfully as she winked at her love. Lisa chronicled her own Olympic journey to Loren and all the injuries and accidents she experienced with being an alpine skier. The two continued to bond over Lisa's fearlessness versus Loren's absolute fear of heightsâmainly falling from them.
Malin and Ingrid returned from the ladies' room, but came back from a different direction from where the washrooms were. In tow, a tall, good-looking man with a tray of shots arrived.
Loren thought she recognized him, but couldn't place from where. Lisa jumped up and gave him a hug, and just as Malin started introducing Loren, the name "Emil!" was shouted from the billiard tables.
The group of men all came rushing up, causing a bit of a comical sceneâgiven that their fourth pint had kicked in. They laughed and talked excitedly in Swedish as the women laughed along.
While Isla's harsh assertion that Loren would struggle to understand Swedish conversations was unkind, there was some truth to it. But Loren actually didn't mind anyway. Just watching the warm and vibrant exchange, especially William's, was entertaining enough for her.
Emil saw Loren and immediately was taken aback by her exquisite features. Knowing everyone's relationship status in their group, it was automatic that he realized Loren was with William.
He selected the only shot glass that wasn't dripping over the sides and approached Loren, offering her the shot. They introduced themselves and cheered "SkĂĽl" just as William slid next to Loren, gently placing his hand on the small of her back. The three talked about how Loren had almost crossed paths with Emil in Toronto, as Emil had stayed at William's during the playoffs after Loren had returned home.
As the night progressed, Loren and the three girlfriends were perched at a tall bar table, watching the billiard playoff rounds: William versus Rasmus and Erik versus Anders. Emil, having had an off-night, had been eliminated in the first round of pool.
Finding a spot next to Loren, Emil struck up an easy conversation. They chatted about her impressions of Stockholm and William's performance as a tour guide. Emil also offered his own recommendations for favorite places to visit and things to do in and around the city.
Emil found Loren warm, funny, and charmingâa stark contrast to his earlier date that evening. That encounter had felt doomed from the start, lacking any spark in conversation, common interests, or chemistry.
Chemistry is exactly what he was feeling now with Loren. Besides that, he was awestruck by - well, everything about her.
Emil and Loren both laughed as they watched William and Rasmus chirp each other mercilessly. Erik and Anders' game wasn't nearly as rowdyâthe noise from William and Rasmus continually interrupted their concentration. Soon, the two tables were facetiously hurling Swedish insults at one another. Malin, Lisa, and Ingrid joined in with their own comments, eliciting raucous laughter from the group.
Emil chuckled with the repartee and did his best to translate the banter for Loren. Her eyes sparkled as she witnessed the how close Williamâs friends were with one another, and laughed at the cutting but amusing remarks being exchanged.
William looked over at Loren and Emil. Although Loren had been watching Williamâs game closely, Emil was telling her a longer story about the howâs and whereâs everyone first met. Initially, he was happy to see his long-time friend keeping Loren company, realizing that he himself had not really been by to check on her for awhile.
As he waiting for Rasmus to take his shot, Williamâs glance bounced between the pool table and the bar table where Emil seemed to be quite riveted with whatever Loren was talking about. The longer William looked, the more unnerved he felt.
Loren took a sip of her drink and, as she looked up, her eyes met William's. She winked and flashed him a bright smile. William gestured, asking if she was okayâshe nodded yes and returned the question. He glanced at the pool table, then at Rasmus, and finally back to Loren, indicating he wasn't doing well.
Loren feigned a slight pouty face and mouth the word âsorryâ followed by another beautiful smile.
Emil smiled faintly at the exchange. He couldn't believe his misfortune that Loren was William's whatever-interest. William had already given Emil a sense of who Loren was during his Toronto visit, describing her as gorgeous, kind, among other things. But now, meeting her in person, Emil felt as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on him because she was so much more.
The final round pitted William against Erik, with William emerging victorious in record time. He claimed it was his first win against any of the guys. As Emil retreated to the other side of the group, William approached Loren. He leaned in close, declaring her his good luck charm. Loren caught a whiff of beer, realizing William was likely half-cut by now. As he ran his hand up her back, he asked if she enjoyed herself and if she'd be ready to leave soon.
Malin called over to Loren asking if she wanted to come to the ladies room with them - she had an idea for another fun night and wanted to talk while she peed.
Loren touched William's arm and said she's ready to go anytime after her conference in the restroom. He watched her admiringly as she glided across the floor and disappeared around the corner.
William was definitely feeling more drunk than not and was feeling a certain stirring in his cock, despite having Loren three times already that day. He didn't even realize the smirk he had on his face when he joined his friends standing around the high-top table.
With Williamâs overt attraction for Loren on full display, his friends hurled out some good-natured jabs, followed by some genuine compliments about Loren, to which William enthusiastically affirmed.
Only Emil remained quiet. That is, until he didn't.
He started to shake his head indignantly. âYou don't fuck around with this one, Willy. She's already more than what you deserve, given how long you've strung her along for.â
As their mouths fell open, Rasmus and the other men quietly watched as the blue squiggly vein by Williamâs temple seem to pulsate with Emil's remark.
âYou barely even acknowledged her - at least since I've been here. Just because you can fuck any girl that even so much as looks at you, the good ones - great ones even - are ALL expendable to you. Loren - she fucking was there for you, manâŚshe looked after you - cleaned up after you, fed you - sucked your dick. She's an 12 out of 10 at least and all you're gonna do is rope her in with your bullshit and then fuck around on her once you've got her locked in.â Emil drank back the rest of his beer, threw down a bill in the middle of the table and walked out.
William looked around at the stunned faces around the table and then followed Emil outside. The fresh air and the sting of the words one of his closest friend just hurled at him helped sober him up a little.
Emil leaned up against the outside wall of the bar, looking across the street, and then down at the sidewalk.
William approached him. âBro - what the fuck was that?â
Emil started shaking his head and clenching his jaw. âSorry, man - I had a rough night I guess. I didnât mean to take it out on you.â He thought for a moment. âLoren seems really amazing though. Good for you bro - glad you got her here for a visit. She gets to see the ârealâ William Nylander.â
William knew the tone of Emilâs last remark but left it alone. âSo this is more about Loren - dudeâŚwhat the fuck, manâŚâ
âNo - not just about her - maybe it has nothing to do with her specifically. Meeting her just triggered something.â Emil slid down the wall into a squat. âItâs just - Iâm fucking ready. Iâm so ready to get the girl - the woman - who Iâm meant to be with. To get the fuck on with life. You know how many dates Iâve been on lately - fuck me, dudeâŚitâs fucking hard to find someone that Iâm attracted to - and not just in the physical sense.â
William looked long and hard at his friend. He was pissed with Emilâs words but once again, they stung because there were threads of truth interwoven in them. âEmil - look, I know it seems easier for me, but itâs notâŚit might actually be worse. To know that they want me for me. Not for the money or status.â
Emil shook his head again. âBut youâve got that - in there - with HER. Wake the fuck up - you need to either cut her loose so she can start getting past the months youâve strung her along or - â
âFuck sakes Emil - Iâm not stringing her alongâŚ. Jesus, what the fuck, bro. I care for her - a lot - and you know that. Look - I have to take things at a pace that Iâm comfortable withâŚ..this is a big thing for me too.â
Emil thought for a moment and his expression relaxed. âSo - sheâs not your girlfriend?â
William cocked his head to the side. He didnât like where this was going. âTechnically, no - sheâs not.â
âSo sheâs here with you now, what happens when she leaves to go back to Toronto, and youâre still here? Are you dating in that situation?â
William bit the inside of his lip and thought about how to answer. âShe just got here - and weâll have to talk about it.â
âSo depending on what you decide, sheâll either be available or not?â
William started to respond that it was Lorenâs decision too but his voice trailed off, knowing that was not entirely accurate. âThat will all be between her and I both - the two of us,â William said calmly, trying to emphasize this has nothing to do with Emil and he needs to butt out.
Emil looked at his long-time friend and shook his head, before turning on his heel and walking away.
âHey - EmilâŚcâmon manâŚ,â William called after him.
The only response William heard was âGreedy bastardâ as Emil turned the corner.
That was twice William had been called greedy in the past 12 hours; however, only one was a joke.
William hung his head and then looked down the empty street before turning to go back inside. He and Emil had always been solid, but William got the feeling there had been resentments looming for a while. Poor Loren just happened to be the catalyst.
All four ladies had returned and congregated around the adjoining table. No one the wiser about the friction between William and Emil.
William stood close behind Loren, murmuring softly in her ear if she was good to leave. His hands circling around her waist then clasping together around her abdomen took her by surprise, but she sure wasn't complaining.
The ladies made tentative plans to visit a nightclub where Malin's friend would be DJing later that week. The men nodded and shrugged in agreement. It was a familiar, amicable exchangeâthe guys typically golfed during the day and escorted their girlfriends for a night out. This well-oiled routine helped maintain a peacefulness in their close circle of friends.
Loren and William said their goodbyes, exchanged hugs with their friends, and stepped outside to meet their Uber.
William tried to push his discussion with Emil aside and focus on Loren instead. He rested his hand on her knee, asking what she thought of everyone she'd met. He reveled in her smile as she talked about the personalities of the women sheâd met, and even his male friends too. William pulled her in and she rested her head on his collarbone while he absentmindedly ran his finger along a small scar at the top of her kneecap. As unsettling as the conversation with Emil was, Lorenâs mere presence
Try as he might, Emil and their heated exchanged remained a prominent thought in his mind. William thought about talking to Loren, wondering if she truly felt that he was stringing her along.
William pushed aside his thoughts as the Uber pulled up to his building. Once inside, he enveloped Loren in his arms, drawing her close and gently caressing her cheek with his lips. It was unbelievable to him at how, in just two days, there had already been two dramas centered around Lorenâneither of which she had instigated.
William peppered her neck with kisses - the sensation from both his mouth and his mustache made Loren squeal as she gripped onto his body. His hands roamed, landing on her ass under her dress and giving both of her cheek an affectionate squeeze while he kissed down along her neck.
William finally pulled himself away - walking the dogs with blue balls did not seem enjoyable. Loren watched William change, offering to come with him. He gazed apologetically at her and asked if it would be okay if he went alone. He explained that some things had been mentioned to him by one of his friends and he needed time to mull it over. Loren did press for further clarification, she always assumed if William wanted to give details, he would. Before walking out the door, William pulled her in once more and told her he could hardly wait to join her in bed.
As the dogs lead William along their normal route, he decided to call Emil with the hopes that calmer heads might prevail. William reminded himself to ease into the conversation and to not jump in starting with âwhat the fuck.â
Emil was cordial initially when he answered, but then he softened as the two friends spoke. He apologized to William for some of the things he said, but he admits that other points he had made, he stood by - which William thought was fair.
âLook - I know itâs meâŚI know Iâm the one that has all of this shit going on about finding âthatâ girl. I just wasnât expecting to have the reaction I did when I met Loren - I know you told me all about her but fuck, sheâs really something,â Emil said.
William nodded. âYeah, she really is. Sheâs like good to the core.â
âSo then I donât get it - fuck, why canât you just take the plungeâŚask her if she wants to get more serious with you?â Emil chuckled ââCause I swear dude, if she gave me a second look, Iâm not hesitatingâŚâ
âJesus dude - like I said - I canât⌠I wonât rush this. Itâs really not her that Iâm worried about - this is me making sure Iâm ready to go the distance with anyone. Sheâs the closest I have ever come to feeling that I can totally commit to someone, but I gotta do this in the way I feel comfortable.â
Emil paused. âYeah, okâŚI get it. Does she know that?â
William pressed his lips together, still tasting Lorenâs lip gloss that transferred to his moustache. âI donât think so - probably not. But I have something planned just for the two of us. I need us to just be completely alone with her and from there, weâll figure it out.â
âShe must be pretty fucking patient to deal with your wide array of shit,â Emil chuckled.
âHa - yeah, she is. But sheâs been through her own shit so I think sheâs just as cautious as I am. She actually told me after her last boyfriend fucked her over, that was it - she preferred to be alone. But you know Iâm so fucking adorable, she made an exception for me,â William laughed.
Emil lightly scoffed. âWhatever - maybe back in your boy band, fuck boy era⌠now, youâre all wide and hairyâŚyouâre getting old, manâŚâ
William just laughed. âIâm back at my building and Lorenâs probably waiting so - we good?â
âYeah - all good. Just let me know if something happens and she ends up being available, and Iâll - â
William started to laugh. âFuck off dudeâŚâ
Emil continued âHey - I wonât hesitate to - â
âJesus bro - go jerk off or somethingâŚâ
Emil paused âIâm not saying I already have but -â
âOkay - alright - donât fucking need to know. See yaâ bro - talk soonâŚâ
William chuckled as he slid his phone back in his pocket. The dogs immediately saw Loren curled up under a blanket on the couch when they walked through the door. He heard her muffled giggles as the dogâs onslaught of affection towards Loren ensued.
After a few minutes, William pulled Loren tightly to his body - they were both tired and ready for sleep. Loren found her favourite spot against his chest and stroked his back, drifting towards slumber.
Loren was somewhere between barely conscious and deep sleep, when she thought she heard William kissing her head and saying, just above a whisper âSo amazing. Please be patient with me.â
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