#it is perfectly a song you can imagine playing in a public space with no problem and yet simultaneously one i would never expect

[readymades2002]

WOE OF WOES i was BLASTING my music (with earbuds in of course) during work to block out the christmas music which is already playing at a rate that makes me feel inhuman and, lo, innovative company that this is, they devised the worst kind of pain to inflict on me (buzz) personally, which is, in the middle of the christmas music they played one of my absolute favorite songs i discovered this year ("be sweet" off of japanese breakfast's "jubilee" record) but i was listening to my own IRRELEVANT NONSENSE in an attempt to protect myself from pentatonix until i realized what was playing and thus could not enjoy the song to its full extent while it played over the radio of the grocery store that i go to every day and while empty of people talking over a song that is so dearly beloved to me. the tragedy is just unending

[dolliethv]

Boyfriend.

summary: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes I'm sorry!! story inspired by the song and music video "Boyfriend" by Miss Ariana Grande, I hope you enjoy it xoxo!

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem reader!!

Word count: about 1,4k

In a mansion of classic architecture, surrounded by lush gardens and warm lights illuminating the place, the party is already in full swing. Elegantly dressed guests stroll around with glasses of champagne in hand, animatedly conversing amidst laughter and flirtatious glances. The atmosphere exudes sophistication, but a silent tension crosses it, like an invisible current enveloping everything.

You know Jude Bellingham well. Both of you have arrived separately, but your eyes keep searching for each other in the crowd. You, dressed in a beige outfit that highlights your figure, are the perfect embodiment of confidence and sensuality. Your long, perfectly manicured nails shimmer under the dim light as you absentmindedly play with the champagne glass in your hand.

From the bar, Jude watches you. His gaze is fixed on you, studying you as if each of your movements holds a hidden meaning. You know him too well; you’re aware of the effect you have on him. But between you, there’s something unsaid, an invisible boundary neither of you seems willing to fully cross.

Meanwhile, you move among the people, throwing smiles and little jokes, but with each laugh and every movement, you cast fleeting glances toward Jude. There’s something between you that words cannot explain: a mix of desire, frustration, and the fear that if you take a wrong step, you could lose everything.

As the night progresses, both of you begin to flirt with others, looking for some way to divert the attention you have for each other. He’s surrounded by a group of girls who laugh at every one of his jokes, but even though he looks at them and smiles, he’s not really paying attention. Each time you talk to another man, you feel a knot in your stomach. You hate how your skin prickles at the sight of him smiling at someone else, how his bright gaze shifts to another, even if only for a few seconds.

For your part, you flirt innocently with other guys at the party, but always keeping an eye on Jude. There’s a certain satisfaction in seeing him squirm inside when another man gets too close. But at the same time, you can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy when you see him with other women. The tension is palpable. Neither of you can bear the thought of the other being with someone else, yet neither dares to take the first step.

Imagination plays with you both in ways you don’t even understand. More than once, you’ve imagined approaching the women surrounding Jude, pushing them aside with a violence you’d never dare show in public. In your mind, you’ve already shoved more than one against the wall or even jumped down from the stairs and shot him an arrow like you’re Cupid, claiming what you consider yours.

Jude is no stranger to these fantasies either. In his mind, he has knocked out more than one man who got too close to you, who made you laugh, or who tried to place a hand on your back. He knows he has no right to act this way, but the frustration grows with every look that isn’t for him, with every smile that isn’t his.

The night takes them to the main bathroom of the mansion, a space as elegant as the rest of the house, with white walls and golden details that shimmer under the soft lighting. You enter first, seeking a breath from the party, from the empty flirtations and the tension that has taken hold of everything. You look at yourself in the mirror, your face thoughtful. You know how you feel, but you don’t want to admit it. You know that what you have isn’t a relationship, but you also don’t want him to be with anyone else.

A few seconds later, Jude enters. He says nothing, but his presence fills the room. You both stare at each other in the mirror for a moment, neither willing to break the silence. The tension between you grows, like a slow-burning fire threatening to overflow.

Jude stands with his arms crossed, his challenging gaze fixed on you. “I don’t know why you dragged me here if you’re just playing. I don’t want to be another option on your list.”

Raising an eyebrow, you challenge him. “Oh, so you think you’re such a catch, Jude? As if there aren’t girls willing to throw themselves at your feet. This isn’t about that, and you know it, I don't wanna miss your touch and you don't seem to give a fuck.”

“Then what is it about? Because it seems to me that we’re wasting time if we just want to pretend this isn’t incredible,” Jude steps a little closer, his tone provocative. “Because honestly, I don’t think you can resist.”

“Say it to my face, Jude. Would you dare to tell me this is more than just a game? Because I’m not going to be part of a romantic drama,” you look at him intensely, challenging him. “I’m not going to let a couple of kisses trap me.”

“Kisses? Are you going to keep ignoring how you look at me? Cause I know we be so complicated but you know this is more than a game. This is... perfect,” Jude replies, his voice a low, provocative murmur. “And you feel it.”

The air between you has grown thick, charged with the tension you’ve accumulated over weeks. Jude looks at you with that expression that mixes defiance and desire, and you’re not going to back down. Not this time.

You cross your arms, frowning, taking a step closer. “Perfect!” you say with a tone that drips with frustration, squinting your eyes. “If that’s what you wanna hear, of course. Perfect as hell, you idiot!”

Jude lets out a soft laugh; he loves seeing you angry, enjoying the challenge. “Wonderful,” he replies with a smug grin, loading the word with a mix of mockery and latent desire. His eyes roam over your face, searching for a reaction. “I love how you make a fuss over nothing.”

You look at him in disbelief, oh of course you had to have the last god damn word. “Extraordinary!” you say with contained fury, emphasizing each syllable, trying to maintain your hard stance, but increasingly aware of Jude’s proximity.

The tension, the electricity floating in the air. Neither of you is going to give in, but at the same time, you both know you want each other.

In that instant, everything breaks. Jude grabs you by the waist and, without saying anything else, kisses you with a passion he hasn’t managed to hide all this time. His lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, as if all the accumulated tension explodes at once. You respond with the same intensity, pressing yourself against him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to rise on your toes to reach the perfect height, surrendering completely to the moment.

The kiss deepens, becomes more urgent, ending with you both against a bathroom wall, a mess, finally admitting what you’ve both been avoiding. The need to be together, the attraction that has lingered in the air for so long, overflows in that contact.

When you finally pull away, both of you breathe heavily, but your gazes remain equally intense, knowing there’s no turning back now.

“I knew it,” Jude murmurs, brushing his lips against yours. “We couldn’t keep pretending.”

You smile, still breathless, needing no words. There’s no need. Your feelings are already clear.

"Damn baby, we're a train wreck, too." He said, calming his breathing and taking you by the jaw. "I lose my mind when it comes to you, and I don't want to smile if it ain't from you."

[ambersky0319]

Random Question Collection

Some questions for people to answer! Go into as much or as little detail as you'd like (though I personally wanna hear people ramble)! Feel free to use this as an ask game, tag game, answer questions in reblogs, send answers to my inbox, or add your own questions!

I'll probably periodically rb with more questions myself lol

What was your second dream job as a kid? Why?

What was your favorite game to play as a child?

Your top 5 most terrible media (books, movies, shows, games, songs/albums/artists, etc.) that everyone has GOT to check out. Why are they terrible, and why must everyone experience it?

What's the most bizzare class you've ever taken?

If you could create any class with any curriculum, what would the subject be? Why this subject?

If you go to college/university (or want to go, ir have gone) what's your major and why did you pick it? What's your favorite part (or what are you looking forward to)?

Favorite homemade food? Why do you like it? Could you share the recipe?

What's your favorite animal? Why? Have you ever interracted with this animal irl?

Favorite color?

If you own/owned plushies, which is your oldest and what's 1 fond memory you have with it?

Favorite part of the day? Why do you like it?

If you could travel to any place in the world at any past or current time where and when would you go? What drew you to that place?

What's a quirk of yours? Do you know why you have that quirk? Any fun stories around it?

If you could be reincarnated into anything or anyone, what or who would it be?

What's a hobby you absolutely love? Are there any hobbies (or other activities) that you want to try? Why are you interested in them?

What is your favorite article of clothing and why is it your favorite?

Are there any tropes that the majority of people love that you can't stand, and why? What about the opposite - any that a majority of people hate that you absolutely adore?

What's the first song you remember loving? First movie? Show? Do you remember why you loved it? Do you still love it?

Someone creates a space for you that is meant to be your most safest comfort space. What's in it? What does it look like? (Does not have to be limited to real things, and can include things like actual space, be underwater, whatever. Imagine you can survive any conditions, the only requirements are that it makes you feel safe and brings you comfort.)

What's the story behind the object closest to your left and to your right?

What's your favorite myth? Why is it your favorite? If you don't have a favorite, or you don't know any, are there any myths you'd like to learn about? Why would you like to learn about it?

What's your favorite short story? What's your favorite passage from said short story? If you don't have a favorite, then how about one that evokes strong emotions for you? What kind of emotions - and what causes those emotions?

First series you remember falling in love with?

Do you collect anything? Why do you collect it? What have you collected in the past?

Favorite statue (can be made by you, be a public statue, be in a museum, whatever statue) and why is it your favorite?

What's a book you haven't read yet, but really really want to read? If you have the book, flip to a random page (no first or last pages) and read exactly one sentence. What sentence did you read? Please share it!

If you could paint your ceiling any color, or to look like anything, what would it look like? Why paint it that way?

What was your favorite board game as a kid? Describe a fun/funny or general happy memory tied to this game.

I will list a range. Tell me the forst number that comes to mind when you read the range, and ponder why that number. Range: 1-99

If you could have any 5 animals as a pet - you can perfectly provide for them, they get along amazingly with each other and you, they live a comfortable life under your care, and note they do not have to be real animals - what animals would you have? Why?

[catnatch]

another souyo fic rec list!

this one is exclusively for fics that have never made it off the badbadbathouse/livejournal (to my knowledge/memory). I have my big ass list of every single souyo fill, but this one is curated with summaries, so hopefully it'll be useful to new p4 fans or anyone who doesn't know where to start with p4 on lj!

(these are all from bbbh, so the main post text for all these will be somewhat suggestive, but I will separate sfw fics from nsfw)

SFW fics!

Sunday, 7:43: I've mentioned before but my absolute fav P4 fic <3 even the prompt is the sweetest: a ficcy about the precise moment Yousuke realizes he's in love

Domesticity: Yosuke gets a gray hair :^)

Name That Tune: after Yosuke gives him a mixtape, Souji surprises him with the song he likes the most-- it goes exactly where you think but the buildup is still so good :') this one I feel like I did see on AO3 but I can't find it again if it is

The Frog in the Well (or, Yosuke and the wind.): character study of Yosuke's connection to his element (okay not so souyo but it's got such fantastic use of language...)

Sick Day: good old fashioned sick fic :') actually more of a ensemble fic rather than purely souyo, and the peeks of characterization therein are choice [warnings for vomit]

Cook the Food, Not the Kitchen: teaching the IT to cook- another ensemble fic! but souji def has plans for Yosuke in this one ;) unfinished but very amusing nonetheless

Façade: in order to go out on a public date, Souji elects to disguise as a girl. i like fics where they work thru their issues... but it's still quite fluffy! this one miiiight be on AO3 or ffn

One Way to Start the Morning: Yukiko and Yosuke talk about being in love with their best friends... as much as Yosuke can admit it anyway. realistically awkward but genuine Yosuke and Yukiko friendship, hooray! [warnings for one use of slur]

Whisperwind: Yosuke gains telepathic powers and it's too much (a sorta Carrie au). very surreal but well done horror fic (there is souyo but as you can imagine, it doesn't end well) [no smut but it is very gory so think maybe R? instead of NC-17; major character death]

Contact: souyo's relationship through touch. wonderful sense of tension and space throughout this fic, and i love viewing their progression thru one specific lens

Breaking Up is Hard To Do: Yosuke confesses... the night before Souji leaves. once again the genre is souyo/working on their issues. excellent, naturalistic dialog and not too angsty...

[untitled]: souyo told purely from other character's perspectives. unfortunately unfinished; we really need more outside pov fics !

A Special Report: "I like my women like my coffee" ngl rec-ing purely for Souji's answer ;D (nothing explicit but as u can expect from the prompt, suggestive jokes abound) also sports club trio ftw!!

NSFW fics below cut!

Play Time: Souji likes Yosuke's dick- even outside of sex! i am SUCH a big fan of casual, almost boring intimacy. adult in the best way, funny and so so domestic

The Last Breath We Take: sometime after Yosuke dies, Souji is sure he's being haunted. more bittersweet than outright sad :') (also the nsfw is very indirect and light) [warnings for major character death]

A Night Like This: Yosuke's dad finds out Yosuke's dating Souji and does not take it well. Yosuke isn't a complete pushover (but he is still a sad boy) so that's refreshing! [warnings for abuse]

Bruise My Head: Souji gets a bit fat and meets up with Yosuke years after. flashbacks (one is the short nsfw in this fic) are interspersed in this future fic, and it's an interesting examination how they might change and what stays the same (and how there's always something to work on) [warnings for eating disorders + brief self harm mention]

Technique: Yosuke totally knows what a blowjob is. totally. (smut that doesn't go perfectly >>>>>)

Its a Hard Life: Yosuke falls on hard times, becoming a prostitute and gets a regular who looks very familiar (it's Souji's dad). listen, I'm not gonna pretend that this one isn't carried by pure DRAMA and whump [warnings for dubcon + noncon]

Unfortunate Timing: souyo are having phone sex when Nanako has the WORST timing. Souji's dilemma is supremely entertaining, and we love bratty!Yosuke [warnings for Nanako? she's not a part of/aware of the sex per se but she's in the vicinity if that squicks you out]

Experience: Kanji learns a thing or two from established souyo. the Kanji pov is an interesting angle to view souyo and how well they work together [warnings for dp]

I HAVE NO DUNGEON, AND I MUST TROLL!: Yosuke has a personal blog- very personal- that starts getting hate from one anonymous Souji. this fic is unique for presenting the lj/comments true to life and there's a lovely floaty style to the offline sections; this fic is also an interesting look into Jerkji, who we don't see often in fan characterization anymore [warnings for manipulative!Souji; eating disorders (adjacent); dubcon; suicidal actions]

and finally Sympathy Crime even though pretty much everyone already knows about it AKA the fic where Adachi manipulates Yosuke into a relationship and it takes a tole on the investigation. heed the warnings of abuse, rape, torture, and suicidal thoughts/attempts seriously as the fic goes in depth to depict these, the horrifying effects, and then recovery. It does not pull any punches. The fic really understands how anyone can be susceptible to abuse and how important a support system/lack thereof is. It is incredibly well written- and that is in part because it has a message about horrendous acts of abuse. Additionally, it's a 200k+ (i think) word read so it is A Lot. Sympathy Crime is 100% not for everyone, but if you think you can tolerate reading the subject matter, there is a reason why this is a monolithic fic in P4 fandom history

[yurababy]

you’re a whole constellation; l.jh (teaser)

lee jihoon x afab!reader, will be smut, part of the Don’t Listen in Secret series! can be read alone or w/ the other members’ (as of 11/22, cheol & han) 

synopsis woozi’s new studio looks a bit too perfect for his liking. he has no idea what to write for his next song, but he has a thought on how to make his new space a bit more homely.

➤ happy bday. ⭐️🍰 wrote this on a whim. title from “nasty” by ariana grande bc jihoon has recommended it before. refer to pics of the universe factory if u don’t know what it looks like. he publically showed his new studio november 2021 for reference. not proofread i’ll do it later! universe factory is unbelievably gorgeous so i needed to do this. expect finished fic sometime around friday to next friday LOL mb </3

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“holy shit, ji,” you said as a heel clicked against the hard floor upon entering the room. a chuckle was more exhaled than laughed beside you, and if you weren’t busy admiring the setting, you’d see a suddenly shy woozi scratching his neck.

“i like it so much,” he admitted, trailing behind your wandering figure. “i’m so excited to work in here.”

universe factory couldn’t have been executed more perfectly than this. the purple-pink LED lights through the area with a small corner designated to a warm yellow glow, the surprising prism with drawings plastered on each side, and the ceiling.

you felt like a little kid peering through a telescope, wide eyed at the invisible celestials. the nebula and twinkling stars scattered on top were more reminiscent to an old trend of galaxy-print than a NASA sighting. but, as you turned to jihoon for the first time since entering his new studio, you found the stars in his prideful eyes. in that moment, he was sparkling.

“it looks like how to you sounds. i love that. i’m really,” you grinned harder as your vision was suddenly becoming blurry. “wow,” you turned your attention to something down, something to conceal the drama of your happiness. “i’m really proud of you.”

he was fixing the positions of some figurines on shelves ever-so-slightly, if you thought about it more it seemed like he was distracting himself the same way you were. he was never one to get emotional. “thank you. i am too… i just need to fill it with music now.”

your interest piqued at that. it was always so exciting to see how in the zone woozi was while creating music, but also, how his mind worked. his abilities never failed to astonish you— it was so hot how he just hummed a random melody and it would then be the chorus of a number one title track. he was nothing less than a genius.

“y/n?”

since when was he standing in front of you?

you blinked once, then twice. “yeah?”

you watched his eyes squint and the corners of his lips tug upwards, but you didn’t comment. did he have a thermostat? he should get one. the room is hot, the air feels thick. maybe you can buy him one of those hand-held fans. maybe you can fan him while he composes.

“i asked if you wanted to help. like, now, just casually.”

definitely casually, you thought, but the furrow of your eyebrows was made evident to jihoon. “i mean,” he continued, an eyebrow of his own raised, “maybe you’ll have some kind of fresh idea. new studio, new sound?”

“oh.” did he want you to sing? to play an instrument? this was woozi, what could you do that he couldn’t? “i’m not sure how i could possibly help you make a song, but sure,” you smiled. you’ll figure it out, probably, and why wouldn’t you want to spend some time with jihoon?

“trust me, you can help me in more ways than you can imagine. we’ll make a song like the kpop industry has never seen before.”

that had you holding back a scoff— what hadn’t the kpop industry seen? woozi likes it when people are honest around him. you decided to share your confusion out loud.

it only earned a wider grin from the boy who was making his way towards his long sofa. you followed in suit, taking note of the mirror right in front, taking up the full length of the wall, and his piano to the right of the mirror. the brief wonder of why such a large mirror was in his studio was held back from being verbally expressed when your earlier question received comment from the boy who had sat on the soft ivory.

for someone of jihoon’s stature, his hands were truly suprisingly large. his veins exposed themselves as nimble fingers spun a pencil in one hand, the other setting aside a notepad. he still held his smile, exhaling a bit dramatically as he patted the space on the cushions beside him, inviting you. “a while ago, the kpop industry hadn’t seen a 13 member group, a 23-year-old among the top KOMCA members... i’m sure we could figure something out.”

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[jemmo]

ok so something @ohmpatwat said in this post got me thinking about something i didn't need to think about and has now broken me. and it was this; 'i assume he (wai) asked to join the crew again to execute his disgusting plan'.

i hate this. bc it never even clicked before why wai got to be up there. and he's wearing the headset and everything and in the preview you see him doing stuff on stage and with the headset again. so clearly he's rejoined the play despite pulling the asshole move of manipulating pran into taking on his work. and that wasnt just a 'can you help out while i'm practicing rugby', no, he said he quit. and the fact that he's joined again just to carry out his little master plan is disgusting.

but the thing is, is that after hearing pran getting dragged back into the play, thats probably one of the reasons pat ultimately took the role as well. not only did he want to be pran's knight in shining armour and help him out, he probably saw the play, as he said, as a chance to be around pran more. and with wai quitting the play and pran's other friends from the sounds of things not being hugely involved either, i kinda imagined that they both saw the play, the stage, the rehearsals as a safe space, free of pran's friends. instead, they're surrounded by people that dont know, or if they do dont care about the rivalry, they're not any part of it, and therefore pat and pran can be around each other, talk to each other, exist around each other without someone flying off the handle. in a way, its kinda like when they were in high school. again, they have a place free of feuds and fighting where they can be comfortable. and they get to flirt on that stage so so much and its adorable and so important bc, even if in a small way, they can express their affection in public, with people around, just as any normal couple can.

in that way, i love how the stage is kinda literal, bc the pat and pran scenes that take place there are very much scenes that could happen in the kwan and riam play itself. its them two flirting and being sweet, but also them two arguing about people finding out and how they feel about having to hide and ultimately making up and developing their relationship and trying to move forward. its all stuff that i imagine happens in the kwan and riam play. and you see that perfectly in the scene where pat is basically making up with pran through the lines from the play. its like they sync up on that stage, and thats why both the play as an entity and the literal stage itself provide this feeling of safety for pat and pran that allows them to be more free.

and thats why i hate it the most that wai intruded on that space purposefully and took that place away from them. he took this space of safety and exposed it to everyone, and thats plain cruel. he took advantage of the fact they were letting their guards down for just a moment to expose them to the world. and i hate the message that that gives to pat and pran, that nowhere is safe, nowhere comfortable, nowhere is free of judgement, as if they need to be reminded for the billionth time that they cant navigate this relationship without everyones eyes on them, and everyone's opinions hurtled at them. bc the play was just their thing, they worked together and enjoyed the work they were doing, they hung out there, they talked their, they travelled to and from their together. it was something they could finally do together and wai just went and destroyed it.

and i hate even even more that it cruely mirrors the christmas concert, where again pat and pran felt safe and secure, felt they could be around each other, enjoy their passion together, work on a song together, only for that too to be taken from them. i hate that it sets a precedent in their minds that they cant allow themselves to be too happy, bc when they're too happy, when they feel too comfortable and too relaxed and too free, thats when everything will always come crashing down. it happened in high school and its happening now, history keeps repeating itself and it feels horribly unavoidable and inevitable and that breaks me.

[eureka-its-zico]

Damage

Request: You meet JB in a bar and have a one-night stand

A/N: My friend has asked me for JB fics none stop. I haven’t been able to finish one, because I get stuck in my head and think everything is trash. I think this one is okay, at best. I’ve edited as much as my eyes can stand. Either way, she seemed to enjoy it. I hope you all enjoy it in some way too. Much Love, Jenn

p.s. It’s named Damage because I literally had the song of the same name from H.E.R playing on repeat the entire time.

Jaebum X Reader

Genre: SmUt

Words:5534

Warnings: semi-public sex, rough play, some ass-slaping - you get the picture -

There was a time that the idea of sleeping with a complete stranger from a bar would’ve never crossed your mind. It wasn’t that you were a prude. A part of you secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be so overwhelmed by another that they made you less cautious and more adventurous. No one ever seemed able to stir that emotion in you, however. 

Until you’d met JB. 

Now, as his fingers traced across your skin, his lips kissed at the hollow of your neck, you couldn’t imagine an alternate universe where you didn’t say yes. Where you weren’t pressed into the backseat of a stuffy cab not caring that you had an audience while JB’s hand made its way between your thighs. His mouth hungrily lapping up your moan as his fingers slid under the edge of your panties. 

A part of you should’ve felt embarrassed. You were passengers in this cab. The obvious audience of the older man up front would’ve normally made you shove his hand away with your cheeks pink; pretending to care if they watched. 

But JB was a force you weren’t used to. One that threatened to consume you and god, did you want to be consumed. 

EARLIER

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“Come on, Y/N. You can’t be sad forever about that asshole.” 

Your fingers skimmed the paper of your beer smearing an image of a heart in the condensation. Your teeth drawing in your bottom lip as you thought about what your friend was saying. Of course, she was right. It was two weeks, give or take, since you broke up with Mark. You’d had your days of wallowing, eating copious amounts of ice cream, and crying on the couch watching rom-coms and asking why can’t your life be like this? 

There wasn’t any doubt your ex wasn’t off doing the same. Hell, he’d made sure to take pictures of his latest escapades and made sure to share it to his social media. Not that you were looking at any of it or anything. 

“You’re right,” you huffed out in defeat. 

Why was it so hard to let him go? It wasn’t like he’d had such a hard time deciding to end your relationship. 

“I’m sorry. What was that? Can you say it a little louder for me please I’m hard of hearing.”

You shot her a look of disbelief that sent her head falling back with laughter. 

“This one time you might be a little bit right.”

You took a swig of your drink to hide your own smile. 

“Plus, how can you be sad over that loser when the hottest dude is five feet away.”

You followed her eyes to see what had her making such a bold claim. There were plenty of good looking men and women in the bar. How could one person possibly hold the title when your opinion could be different? 

It wasn’t. 

You found him easily. No longer needing the guide of your friend to find who it was that’d caught her attention. And sweet Jesus he was hands down the best looking in the room. 

He was leaning up against the wall. His eyes half crescent moons as he smiled. One hand holding a beer that was close to his lips as he replied back to whatever his friend said. You shamelessly watched how his lips wrapped around the bottle to take a drink. The sharpness of his jaw and the expanse of his neck. 

You wanted to know what he looked like with his mouth on you and tasting the sweetness between your thighs. 

The desire for it caused your legs to squeeze together to give yourself any sort of friction. Your mind still going over the fantasy you were creating with him in the starring role. Suddenly, he was looking back at you. A harsh blush rose to your cheeks at being caught but refused to look away. 

God! What am I doing?! 

You’ve never been the one to make the first move. Of any kind. Eye contact felt like a first move of showing interest, but you were more than interested and a part of you wondered if he could see it. See that even this far between your spaces in the bar how badly you wanted to know how he tasted. 

A gasp brought your attention back to the position of your friend. Her mouth agape in shock but that threatened to spill into a smile at any moment. 

“Hollleeeeey shit! Did you just give that guy ‘fuck me eyes’ from across the bar?”

You scoffed at the idea before shooting a cautionary look back in his direction. Using your elbows that were on the top of the bar you swiveled yourself to face the many rows of liquor. Fighting the urge to look back at him again or acknowledge your friend bouncing in her seat. 

“Yes you fuckin did!”

Your reply was a quick swig of your drink as you tried your best not to grimace at the taste. You’d been babysitting it too long and now it was lukewarm. 

“I've had my heart broken. I’m not dead,” you replied. 

“Let’s go over and talk to them!”

Your head whipped in her direction so fast you swore you’d ended up with whiplash. Yes, you were looking. And yes, this man did provoke unholy fantasies, but that didn’t mean you were ready to be that close. 

“You’re joking.”

“Nope. I think this will be good for you.”

She ignored your burst of panic and waved down the bartender who acknowledged her sooner than you would’ve liked. 

“What can I get you ladies.”

“Two shots of tequila, please.”

“What are you doing?” 

She wiggled her brows at you and rubbed her shoulder up against yours. Her weak attempt to pump you up with excitement for whatever diabolical thing she’d planned. 

“Just a little liquid courage before we head on over.”

“Heading towards the door, you mean.”

Your words came out as a grumble. A pout setting in as the bartender set down the small glasses in front of the two of you. Which she quickly slid hers to click beside yours. 

“You, my lovely friend, are going to have both.”

“Are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?”

“Nope. Just trying to help you get some guiltless sex with a stranger.”

“Wow. You’re so amazing,” you deadpanned. Your hand snacking out to grab one of the shot glasses downing the first one. You were sure the reaction you were having looked like a cartoon character. God, this stuff was disgusting. “I’m pretty sure that stuff causes forest fires.” 

The bartender offered you a lemon, amusement flashing in his eyes. You were hoping he could see the thank you in yours with your mouth shoved full of lemon. 

You left it sitting in your mouth; teeth clenched tight against the softness and the peel exposed between your lips. You wondered if this was picture worthy and received your answer moments later when your friends’ camera flashed in your face. Your vision erupting in sparks of dark spots that left you unable to see. 

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

With the peel still held between your lips you made a face at her. Her mouth opened to reply, and suddenly it closed. Her eyes wide and darting from you to whoever was now perched beside you. 

You remembered you still had a shot left and decided it was time to meet your fate. Your legs moved to turn you to sit straight on the stool when you realized someone was beside you at the bar. In perfect horror movie fashion, you glanced at your right and saw the man who’d caused your need for liquid courage. 

He was just there. His body casually leaning against the bar with an air of coolness that didn’t seem forced. He was talking with the bartender. The two of them locked in a conversation like they were old friends and catching up. Maybe they were. 

Up close he was even more striking. His hair was perfectly slicked back to make it appear short, but it was anything but. The gel he’d used was beginning to wear off and displayed hair that was beginning to fall into his eyes. 

You wanted to run your hands through it. To grip it as you rode his tongue. 

It felt like he must have had a sensation of what you were thinking. He ended his conversation and turned to look at you. A spark of laughter lit up the dark brown of his eyes and you swore you were swooning in your chair. 

“I see you must really like lemons.”

Your brow furrowed as you wondered what the hell he could be talking about. He must have caught on to your confusion and patted a single digit against the lemon peel still peaking like a smile between your lips. Your eyes shot wide with horror as you not too gracefully spit it out onto the napkin. 

“Oh...my...god,” you whispered at the wood of the bar. Praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“Hi!” Your friend shot an arm over you with her hand extended for him to shake. “My name’s Vanessa. This is my lovely friend, Y/N. The lemon sucker.” 

Your head jerked in her direction and you hoped she could see how much you wish you could hit her. 

The man beside you, however, looked nothing but amused and took Vanessa’s hand. You couldn’t keep your eyes from looking at his fingers; the way it practically covered all of hers. 

“Nice to meet you both.”

He released her hand and shocked you by leaving his hand open and waiting for you to take. You glanced up at him and then back down to his hand. You took it without waiting too long, because you didn’t want him to think you were rude, or worse, weirder than he probably already did. The minute your hands folded around the other you swore it was electric. 

“My name’s Jaebum. Everyone calls me JB, for short.” 

Jaebum. JB. You would call him whatever he wanted. His voice was soft as he spoke and forced you to move closer to hear him. You wondered if that’d been his plan. It was the only thing you could think of as his thumb caressed over the knuckles of your hand before he took it away. 

You dropped your hand down to the side of your skirt and fought not to rub it against the fabric. The attraction you felt for JB was something that’d come unexpected and you found yourself inexperienced. It felt overwhelming this need to touch him. To be touched in return. To know how he sounded with your lips wrapped around his cock and those same hands on the back of your head. Bending you over and smacking your ass until it was cherry red. 

You were still staring at each other as these devilish thoughts played out in your head. His eyes roamed your face and you wondered what he saw there. If JB could see the dirty scenarios he held the starring role in. His gaze slid over you from the tips of your toes, over the exposed legs from your skirt, your chest, and back up to your face. 

There was no denying he’d thought of his own scenario with you in mind. His pupils fully blown with lust when he brought his eyes back up to you. Your pulse thudded wildly as you struggled to remember how to properly breathe. 

“Did you girls want to come back over to our table?” The question was meant for both Vanessa and you, but when he asked his gaze never left you. He only looked away to point to his indicated spot. “It’s just me and a couple of my friends. I promise, we aren’t weird or anything.”

A bright smile spread across his lips and if you weren’t swooning earlier, you were definitely doing it now. You were nodding your head yes, unsure if you could trust yourself to talk. Vanessa, unfortunately, didn’t seem to have that issue. 

“That would be amazing and so good for her. Her boyfriend just broke up with her. She’s very vulnerable.”

Oh. My. God. Was she winking like an idiot? 

You looked back at her and couldn’t keep the horror off of her face. Luckily, JB laughed it off. He reached out to grab the drinks he’d ordered and motioned with his head for you girls to follow. You waited for Vanessa to start forward before you fell into step beside her. Your arm shooting out to wrap itself around hers just so you could use it to pull her in tight. 

“What in the hell was that!?”

“I’m trying to help you here. Most men love the idea of a girl on the rebound.”

“Because they think they’re easy, Nessa.”

“Precisely.” 

She flicked her finger up like she’d just made a great discovery. The only thing she was about to discover was that you were, in fact, desperate but for a whole other reason. 

No part of you could remember your ex looking at JB. And while the idea of any sort of relationship with him, physical or otherwise, made you excited there was still that small voice in your head. The not so fun responsible part of you reminded you that you didn’t know him. He could be a weird pervert or a serial killer. Ninety-nine percent of serial killers were usually attractive. 

You let out a sigh not sure how to tell her nicely to butt out. 

“Just, help me less. Ok?”

She regarded you for a moment. Her arm peeling itself out of yours before bringing you in quickly for a one-armed hug. 

“Alright. Girl Scouts honor I won’t say anything else.”

“Thank you!”

And you meant it. Lord knew she only meant well, but in the end it came off embarrassing. Like the two of you were sixteen and in high school again. With you passing notes to all the boys you liked because you were too damn nervous to say anything to their face. You thought it was romantic. In reality, it just seemed well, kinda awkward. 

The two of you stood beside the pool table and you did your best not to fidget with your bag. The weight of six new sets of eyes made you feel like an animal in a zoo. 

“Guys, this is Vanessa and Y/N. I invited them over to hang out with us. If that’s cool.”

The friends all seemed to go from caution to excitement at seeing you in two point five seconds. All of them agreeing it was cool, and waving you all over to find a chair to sit in. 

You were following Vanessa to seats in between two  of his friends, when a soft hand on your arm stopped you. You knew without looking it was JB. Your body reacting instantly to his touch as if it’d been set on fire. 

“You can sit next to me. If you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Your voice was breathy. Like you were telling him a secret the two of you only needed to hear. The chair in question that sat beside his own, was inches from him. So close that when you sat down your knees were next one another. 

He regarded you briefly before he turned his attention back to his group. His arm snaking around your chair to rest on its back. You were aware that it was a show of dominance. Of signaling to his friends and anyone else who cared to look that you were his. The thought of it sent a thrill through your body of being claimed. Only wishing he would claim you another way too. 

JB’s group of friends were fun and easy to get a long with. One of them in particular, Hyun-Bae, was incredibly funny. He told stories that were entertaining and knew when to use his humor to make everyone laugh. It was enough to make you almost forget the man beside you. Almost. 

You weren’t sure when it had happened, but somewhere between everyone talking, JB’s hand that’d rested comfortably on the back of your chair had moved. His fingers brushed along your skin from your shoulder to collarbone. Each stroke deliberate; sexual and not. Like he could read that you found it comforting but also craved his touch. 

You ached with the urge to kiss him. To taste the liquor on his tongue. All those times you turned to imagine yourself leaning in and doing just that, you’d met his gaze. The two of you shared  a look of knowing and wondered if he’d just been waiting for you to close the last inches of space between you. You were looking at each other now; eyes hungrily glancing at the others lips. 

You wanted to be brave. To just close that space and tell him just to take you home. Screw this dance of cat and mouse. You didn’t want to be chased. You wanted to be owned. 

Instead, a soft, “Excuse me,” came from you as you rose up from your chair. You couldn’t get your  feet to walk fast enough to the bathroom. You were moving so fast you practically took someone out on the way inside. Getting inside the bathroom, you quickly shut the door and turned the lock. 

You were instantly greeted by your reflection in the dirty, marker-ridden, mirror. What you could see of yourself was defeated. A huff of frustration left you as you removed your bag from your shoulder and placed it on the hook on the back of the door. Your feet scuffing the ground as you took a somber approach to the sink. 

You told Vanessa you could do this. You didn’t need help to tell a hot guy you wanted him to fuck you until your legs were far past jello and more like liquid. And every time you were given the opportunity to do something at all, you backed out. 

You rested your hands on the sink and leaned in. Examining your makeup and how very un-messy it was. 

“Note to self: just fuckin do it.”

Yup. The greatest of pep talks. 

You weren’t ready to leave the sanctity of the bathroom but a knock sounded on the door. Reminding you very quickly that there were actual people who probably needed to use it. You moved to pick up your bag when another knock came. 

“Yea, yea I’m coming. Chill.”

When you opened the door, however, JB was just there. His body pushing into the bathroom causing you to step back to give him room. He closed the door without looking back. His body fully facing you as the door clicked closed behind him. 

“JB? Sorry I was just using the restroom-”

“Is that what that was? I mostly heard talking; no flushing.”

His lips spread in an amused smile no doubt at your expense. Your eyes were probably as white as the moon. How long had he been waiting out here?

“Sorry. I just got a little impatient waiting for you.”

In one fluid motion, his arm snaked around your back, and brought you to his chest. JB was prepared for you and his other hand was already holding your face giving him the perfect leverage to crash his mouth down on yours. The moment your lips met that electricity you’d felt earlier flared back to life. This time, it flared across your skin and sparked in every spot he touched. 

The kiss started out a brush of lips and soon became more. His tongue danced at the edge of your bottom lip and you gladly opened up to him. Your hands plunging to make a mess of his perfectly gelled hair at the same time his tongue slipped inside your mouth. 

You were eager to respond. Eager to caress his tongue with yours. His mouth tasted of the bittersweet liquor he’d sipped on for the last hour. Suddenly, the overwhelming urge to taste yourself on his lips made your body ache to be touched in other places. For your fantasies of his mouth on you to begin here. You didn’t care where. 

JB seemed to understand what you needed. He broke from the kiss fast and turned you around. His body pressed against your back and his hands at the edge of your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he moved your skirt up to your hips exposing your thong to the room. 

He watched you, his lips hovering over your ear before giving it a playful nip, and those same hands were now laced in the strings. JB moved back just enough to squat down so his hands could move them down your legs until he reached your ankles. 

“Step out.”

You followed his command without question. Your head tilting back to watch the little bit of cloth he held in his hand get scrunched up even smaller and placed inside the front pocket of his jeans. His eyes looked up to meet yours, and your body froze with anticipation. Whatever he would ask you to do, you knew you would comply. 

“Spread your legs.”

The demand in his voice was feverish. His own need on display as his hand caressed up your calf until it was between your thighs. A finger teasingly moved across your opening, causing a soft gasp to exit from your lips. You did as you were instructed and waited until you heard an approving, “Hm,” from his lips. 

The room swelled as the anticipation grew. The reflection you’d seen moments ago was washed away and the woman who’d taken her place was eager and ready to offer up her own demands. 

JB moved to stand on his feet with his hands traveling along the curve of your legs and up onto your hips. There his fingers dug into the soft flesh as he leaned into your back, his eyes on yours in the mirror, as he spoke into your ear, “Place your hands on the sink.”

“Spank me first.”

A shiver of shock ran through you. You couldn’t believe you’d said it, but after your request had left you, you’d refused to take it back. Your body craved to be reprimanded by his hands and the smirk on his lips told you plainly he was more than happy to oblige. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please spank me. Please, JB.”

His hand curled up to wrap around your throat as his index finger danced at the edge of your lips. 

“How bad do you want it?”

“I want I-“

The smack reverberated like thunder in the small room. The sting was instant and beautiful. The heat between your legs was aching and your ass jetted against his jeans for any kind of friction. JB stepped back, denying you any form of relief, and landed another smack on your exposed cheek. 

This one made your knees wobble as the pleasure rolled through you. Your hands on the sink was the only thing that saved you from showing him what he’d done. 

“You love that don’t you?”

JB already knew you did, but he wanted to hear you. He needed to hear you say how much you loved feeling his hand leaving its mark, red and angry, on your skin. 

“Yes,” you gasped. “It feels so good.” 

He landed another smack and you couldn’t keep yourself quiet anymore. Your moan loud and aching like your pussy. Luckily, his hand was still on your throat and silenced you by placing his fingers in your mouth. You sucked on them immediately and this time you could feel JB rut against your ass. The hardness of his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans gave away just how turned on he was at your bathroom escapades. 

He pulled his fingers free from your mouth and, with the same fingers, slick and wet, placed it between your legs. The two digits moving to slide between your folds. First, scissoring around your clit; caressing the delicate bud until you gave him the moan he worked for. 

When the soft sound left you JB slid them deep inside you causing the noise to become louder. A shudder ran through your body as you backed up into him. 

His fingers removed themselves suddenly, and you couldn’t keep the disappointment from escaping you. A whine you were sure sounded like you were close to tears. JB gave your ass another smack and all it did was drive the need inside you closer to madness. 

His hands planted themselves onto your ass and you felt him kneel down. Those two strategically placed hands lifting up the flesh there leaving your pussy exposed and aching in his view. Your hands were gripping the porcelain of the sink so tight you’d thought it’d crack. Your body trembling in anticipation of what he might do and the need to cover yourself up playing tug-of-war in your head. 

The idea of any sort of hiding vanished when his mouth planted itself between your legs. His tongue snaking out to flick across your clit made you back up to greet his mouth. JB quickly took that moment to slide his tongue from clit to ass. The sensation was so foreign and new to you, you weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed, but the pleasure you got quickly washed the thought away. 

JB gave you no time to pull yourself together. His face was back between your legs with an eager tongue to lick up every last drop. His tongue swirled around your clit and sent light flicks when you were least expecting it. Each time your legs threatened to crumble, but JB held you there with steady hands.

His tongue explored you thoroughly and put to his memory what made your knees weak. What caused a soft mulling sound of need to claw up from your throat. And what caused your grip on the sink to become almost violent. 

Between each languid lick his tongue would find itself taking long strides all the way up and back down to your peak. Your body had now grown accustomed to the new sensation, and you welcomed it greedily as you pushed back against his face. 

When JB knew you were so close to your sweet release he focused his tongue more on your swollen bud. Each new caress of his tongue gradually made it harder for your arms to hold you up. For your legs to keep from shaking uncontrollably. 

Your orgasm continued to grow; blossoming between your folds with an ache that your body felt. You were so, so close and with a final thrust of his tongue you felt your world spin and that sweet heat between your legs finally sent shockwaves all over your body. 

You came moaning so loud anyone else would’ve thought you were screaming. Your head thrown back and riding the sensation of his greedy mouth taking everything you had to offer. 

When his lips finally released from you, your body was still coming down from your orgasm. The loud panting that came from you as you leaned against the sink completely spent. You watched in the mirror as he pulled a golden foil packet from his pocket. His eyes sinfully watching you as he ripped it carefully with his teeth. JB’s finger moved quickly to take out the slick rubber from the packet and begin to work it down his shaft. 

You’d been so consumed with recovering from his tongue that you hadn’t realized when he’d taken his cock out of his jeans that were now shameless at his ankles. He put a few fingers inside your wetness that caused you to gasp. Your body was still recovering from what had just taken place. 

He used your cum to lubricate himself and placed himself at your entrance. Already the tip of him stretching you out with the delicious sting that told you he was thick. You couldn’t wait. 

You moved to push back into him to help him inside and he pulled away. His hand smacking down on your ass making you even more eager. 

“Patience is a virtue.”

He tried to be funny, but his voice was deep and throaty with his own lust. You were close to pleading with him again like before, but he let it be known quickly he had no intentions to wait. 

JB slid inside you and you felt your pussy stretch to accommodate him. The feel of him making your breath catch. His girth much thicker than you’d imagined, and your body shook from the pleasure of feeling yourself stretch around him. 

His thrusts started off slow until he knew you’d had enough time. His hands found an anchor on your hips and used them to pull you in to meet his hips. A string of curse words fell from your mouth as your hips rocked back into him. 

Each movement felt like he was going deeper. JB’s hands on the cheeks of your ass kept you spread open to him and left no friction to catch his thrusts. Every single one was felt as he buried himself inside you in a rhythmic timing that left you moaning. 

You caught your reflection in the mirror, and glanced over to watch him as he worked. The way his hips bucked up only to be brought down. His hands stationed on your hips and bruising the flesh there as his grip got tighter. JB looked up and caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. His eyes locked with yours as he continued that unrelenting pace. 

He removed a hand from your ass and used it to wrap back around your neck. When he knew he had a good grip, he used it to pull you close to his chest. The angle of him in this new position somehow made him feel like he was pushing into your gut. 

Your mouth opened to make another sound, a moan or a scream you weren’t sure which, when that hand in your throat tilted your mouth towards him. His own came crashing down on your lips with his tongue that tasted of you slipping inside. You eagerly opened your mouth to him, and your tongue quickly moved to get a taste. 

JB deepened the kiss as his hips began to thrust harder into you. The movement building up your orgasm with each brutal movement until it threatened to spill over. 

“You taste so good with me on your lips.”

Your words fell earnest from your lips. You meant every one of them. You’d never tasted yourself so pretty on anyone else’s lips. JB obliged as he took your lips back. His mouth silenced another moan as his last free hand found its way back to your clit. Your body jumped at the added sensation. Your mouth tore away from his as another moan dripped from your lips. 

You were so close. You could fill yourself ready to cum if only he would let you. JB must have been close too, because his thrusts started becoming more violent and sporadic. Hitting in all the right places.

 At the same time as his fingers made small circles around your clit, a singular hard thrust of his hips sent his cock deep inside you. Your vision erupted in a sea of white. Your orgasm sent your body rutting back against him. 

He rode your orgasm and somehow made it grow in intensity as he continued to move his hips. His own breathing going ragged as you felt him finally release into you. 

When you both were able to breathe again, you’d realized you were laying over the sink. JB’s forehead resting on your back as you both struggled to regain your composure. 

JB was the first to move. The first to begin the arduous process of cleaning up. Like a voyeur, you watched him as he threw away the spent rubber and tuck himself back inside his jeans. A smirk creased your lips when you noticed he now had noticeable wet spots on his tee shirt. 

“You know, I don’t even know anything about you.”

You weren’t sure why you made the comment or why it mattered. You’d just had sex with the man in a damn bar bathroom. But JB didn’t seem to mind. His own smile curling his lips as he salvaged what he could of his hair. 

“What would you like to know?”

“Well,” you began as you started to situate your skirt. “What’s your favorite color?”

It was a silly question. By the look on JB’s face, he knew it was, but he humored you anyways. 

“It used to be blue, but I think red might be a new favorite.” 

“Why is that?”

You were wondering where your panties had gone until you spied a bit of the black cloth hanging from his pocket. JB walked over to you in a few steps and planted a soft kiss down on your lips. One that spoke plainly, this wouldn’t be the last time you’d see each other. 

“Because it currently matches the color of your ass.”

JB was out the door and in the bar’s hallway before you’d even got a chance to respond. 

[mermaidxatxheart]

Angel to You

Ok. I have no excuse for this one. I need church.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex, Oral (male/female receiving) anal play (slight), praise kink, swearing, using knives inappropriately. If I missed anything, let me know.

Thank you to @tinymalscoffee and @countryrockmama for proofreading this mess for me. Title is from the Click Five song, but it has nothing to do with the lyrics.

The common room is cold. Space is always cold. So, why is he sweating? Rey is looking at him with a knowing smirk as he tries to subtly wipe his forehead. There’s an unusual amount of downtime right now as they move between bases. Finn has his legs propped up on Rey’s lap, napping like a cat. That man can nap anywhere.

But mostly, Poe is focused on Y/N, sitting on the chair opposite from him. A mirror is propped in front of you, makeup scattered on the table around the base of the mirror. A long, wicked-looking, silver knife is pressed along the corner of your eye as you draw on your eyeliner into a sharp wing.

You’re fucking dangerous. Knives are your favorite toys, you have no less than twelve on you at all times. One of these days, Poe just knows that he’s going to piss you off, and one of those knives will embed themselves somewhere on his person.

He is both wildly terrified, and insanely horny.

To make matters worse, you haven’t said a fucking word since you sat down an hour ago to start doing your makeup. There’s no logical reason for you to do it. There’s no place special for you to go, but here you are, tormenting him.

Rey knows that he’s crazy about you, and also terrified. She thinks it’s hilarious. She also finds it immensely funny that he can barely string two words together when you’re around.

You pick up the false lashes in your special box of torture and carefully apply them, batting your eyes to get the full effect. You don’t need them, you don’t need any of it. You’re beautiful on your own, and most of the time you don’t wear it. Only when you and Rey sneak out to the cantina on margarita night. What makes it even more confusing to him, is that you’re wearing a sports bra and sweatpants. You look like you’re going to work out. Except for the carefully applied makeup.

Out comes the red lipstick and he nearly fucking groans. You paint your lips with the smooth, fiery red color, pressing them together and then puckering them in the mirror.

You’re going to kriffing kill him. You fluff your hair, tipping some of it into your face, covering part of your eye and your lids lower. It’s seductive, the way your eyes flick to him over the mirror. His eyes drop in embarrassment at being caught staring, only they fall to your collarbone. There isn’t any safer, your dog tag chain sparkles in the sterile light of the room, bright and clean in a way he has never seen before. It drapes over the curve of it, cascading down your chest to hide under your sports bra. The straps of the dark fabric make a little gap against your skin and he can just imagine sliding his fingers under them, pulling them off your shoulder to expose your chest.

Fuck.

You lean back, sliding the mirror out of his way. “Well?” You ask, as though he should already have commented.

“I... what?” He asks stupidly.

“What do you think? How do I look?” You ask slowly.

“I, yeah, good. Sure.” He rambles. Yet again, words fail him. He wants to say that you look gorgeous, stunning, devastating. He wants to tell you that he loves you and the image of those perfectly painted lips wrapped around his cock is driving him crazy.

You smile, it’s a wicked thing, twisting your mouth up on the ends. “Just good?” You ask, lowering your lashes slightly.

“Huuuh. Uh-huh. Like it. Good job.” Ugh, good job? You fucking idiot.

You lift your hand, opening those sultry fucking lips and pushing your finger inside all the way to the first knuckle, never taking your eyes off him. You close your lips around the digit, pulling it back out. A ring of red lines the base of your finger and that’s it, he’s done.

He pushes himself up and leaves the common room as quickly as he can. He needs some air, so he heads for the secondary flight deck. It should be mostly empty and there’s a dark corner where he can mostly hide until his raging hard-on disappears.

He finds the corner, only having to wave to a handful of people who don’t bother to ask what he’s doing there. He takes a deep breath, facing the wall and hiding his face.

Nails drag along his shoulders and he jumps, turning to see you. His pulse skyrockets. “Y-Y/N,” he stammers, his skin burning where your hands push against his chest. Your nails are long and wicked sharp, just like your eyeliner, scraping against his shirt and you back him into the wall.

“I love the way you say my name.” You sigh, starting to unbutton his shirt. And he simply does not have the brain capacity to even think about stopping you. It doesn’t register for him that there are mechs just a dozen feet away, going about their business while you set him on fire. You pull his shirt free of his trousers, nails raking over his shoulders as you push it off him.

He has to be dreaming. There’s no way you’re really here, in the hangar, with your hands all over him like this.

“Poe?” You start, fingers trailing down his chest to his nipples. He stares at you, your voice like honey, soft and sweet as it coats over him. “You think I’m pretty?” You ask.

Maker, do you really have to ask? Every day you have dozens of rebels, strangers on the street, women, aliens, non-sentient beings lining up to try to be with you. Shit, even Rey has tried-maybe succeeded-he can’t get a straight answer out of you.

He nods, still not knowing how to word.

“You want to kiss me?” You ask and his eyes fall to your bright red lips. He nods again. “Tell me, Poe. Tell me you want to kiss me.” You plead.

“Please?” He moans, voice cracking and shaking. “Please can I?”

“Not what I said.” You pout. Your nails drag over his nipples and the pleasure is unreal.

“I w-want to kiss you.” He says and you smile, pulling his head down to yours. You kiss him softly, lips moving gently against his. His eyes flutter closed as he opens his mouth for you, a moan pulling from his throat. You squeeze at the back of his neck, licking into his mouth with your hot tongue. You drag your tongue against his, coaxing it into your mouth. Your hips grind against his as you suck on his tongue, holding him tight. He moves his hands to hold onto your waist and you pull back, blinking heavily.

“Can I have more?” You ask breathlessly. He nods again. “Tell me I can have anything I want, Poe.” You plead.

“It’s yours.” He moans. You sound so wrecked, how can he say no?

You kiss down his jaw, dragging your hot tongue down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples. Fuck! He’s so fucking hard. Someone walks by no more than fifteen feet away, not seeming to even see you. You drag your teeth across the sensitive pebbles and he shivers. You continue to move down his body, your mouth never leaving his skin.

And then you’re kneeling in front of him.

You look up at him, perfect makeup except for the smudged lipstick and he’s never been so fucking hard. You quickly unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to his knees. His aching cock springs out, tapping you on the cheek and you moan softly.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Dameron.” You pout, wrapping your hand around it. Your fingers barely touch, but it’s blistering. Shit, he’s not gonna last. Why are you doing this to him??

You open that perfect fucking mouth and let the head of his swollen cock rest against your tongue. It’s hot and wet. He stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, lust, fear. Your eyes flick up to him, wide, framed by your perfect makeup, and his cock twitches on your tongue. You hum in approval, curling the tip of your tongue against the rigid underside of the crown.

Fuck! That feels amazing as you tease it just like that. He’s terrified to move, you might disappear. You lean back on your heels, crossing your arms in front of you and he realizes much too slowly that you’re taking off your sports bra. You drop it to the ground next to you and let him get a good look at your perfect breasts.

Fuck, he’s imagined, dreamt about it, what they look like under your tight shirts, what they feel like filling his hands, what they taste like as he sucks on them and marks them with his tongue and teeth. But never did he imagine you would be doing this to him.

You cup them, dragging your nails around your hardening nipples with a quiet moan as you pull on them. His cock twitches at the sight of you being so rough with yourself. You push up onto your knees, grasping his aching cock and rubbing the tip on your nipples, tapping them and smearing them with his precum weeping out of the tip.

Fuckfuckfuck!

He glances out towards the floor of the hangar, seeing people not paying any attention to you. Fuck, this is so fucking hot. He looks back down at you as you resume the first position, tongue out on the bottom of his cock. It’s so debasing, having you kneel in front of him like this. One would think he had all the power here, as he towers over you and you just blink up at him, but honestly-you control him. You could probably peg him into this wall until he was a crying, cumming mess, and then he’d thank you and ask for more.

In fact…

You take his hands, trembling at his sides, and guide them to either side of your head. Your tongue trails up and down the tip, lapping up his leaking cock. His fingers thread through your soft, silky hair, but he doesn’t force himself down your throat, which seems to surprise you.

“Poe Dameron. You are a fucking treat.” You moan, looking up at him.

“I, you, okay.” He breathes and you grin.

“Gonna treat you so good, baby.” You promise, opening your mouth wide and wrapping them tightly around the head of his cock. You immediately start sucking, teasing him with your tongue as it swirls around the tip and his brain goes right out the tip of his cock with it.

He’s dumb, watching you suck him. Those lips looking better than he could have ever dreamed of, as you stare up at him. You brace your hands against his thighs as you slowly, torturously, push your mouth further down his thick shaft. Your tongue is licking and stroking every inch that you can get to, superheating his senses. Your lips stretch around him, he can feel you puffing through your nose as he reaches the back of your throat.

If he were capable of coherent thought, he might be inclined to think this is where you’ll stop and pull back, before you choke yourself and ruin that pretty makeup. There’s still a few inches of his shaft left outside your sinful mouth, that has to be too much for you to take. But no. He’s just a dumb bitch as you take a deep breath, hold his gaze and push the rest into your mouth. The tip of his cock slides down your throat, probing the silky heat of it and it pulses on your tongue. Your throat tightens around him, gagging as you stare up at him. Your eyes start to water as your throat squeezes him tightly over and over. Your tongue never stops moving on his shaft, massaging everything you can reach.

He’s panting, moaning softly as you have your way with him in the not-so-private recesses of the hangar. After a minute, you slowly pull your mouth back, dragging him out to the tip where you suck harder than ever. Your tongue is everywhere, licking at the tip, teasing the top, underneath. Your eyeliner smudges slightly and he wonders if you did all that for this very moment.

You push back down slowly, taking him back into the depths of your heated mouth. Your throat convulses around him as you hold him there, buried down your throat and he’s never felt anything so amazing. He’s been with girls, he’s no virgin, but you’re something else entirely.

You cup your tits again, pinching and pulling on your nipples as you suck his cock. You pull back, slurping obscenely as you suck all the way to the tip again. Your red lips pucker around the head and he groans, throbbing on your tongue.

You slide your mouth down, still sucking as you move down the underside of his shaft. The length of him rests against your face as you suck all the way down to the root, tongue teasing in circles. He can feel you at his sac, your breath washes over the incredibly sensitive skin there and you lick slowly. He moans, feeling your wet, hot tongue lavish his nuts. One of your hands grips his shaft, pumping agonizingly slow, thumb rubbing at the tip before sliding back down. Your grip is to die for, just the right amount of pressure to keep him on edge.

You suck one of his balls into your mouth, licking and teasing it, worshipping it as you moan quietly. You never look away from him and he can’t tear his eyes away from what you’re doing to him.

You suck harder, fist cork-screwing up and down his rock-hard shaft. You angle your face up, tongue darting out behind his sac as you tease the sensitive skin there. His moans are getting more and more frequent as you torment him slowly. The pleasure is already higher than he’s ever been, you’re taking him apart one atom at a time.

“Y-Y/N,” he gasps and you moan, sucking harder. He won’t last much longer.

You take his length back into your mouth, starting to bob your head a little faster. You cup his balls, massaging and pulling gently and he’s gonna burst. Oh fuck, he’s gonna cum hard! Your makeup is running now, his cock jabs the back of your throat. His length is slick with your spit as you deep throat him over and over. His legs are trembling, his fingers twisted in your hair.

He pants, cock tightening, balls trying to pull out of your expert hand. You lean back, mouth open, lipstick smeared, tongue out and you pump his shaft hard and fast. The thought of seeing his cum on your skin, of you wanting his cum on your skin, triggers him. He grunts, muscles flexing as his cum sprays over your face, your tits, your neck. The pearly ropes of thick cum stick to you as you drain him. Your hand milks his cock and then you wrap your lips around the head, sucking for more. The over-sensitive skin throbs at your hot touch and he gives up a few more jets. You lean back, opening your mouth to let him see it coating your tongue before you swallow it with a sinful moan.

You scoop some off your face, licking your fingers clean as you devour it. You rub the ones on your tits into your nipples and fuck if he isn’t getting hard again. You stand up and smile at him, covered in his cum, your makeup a mess.

Fuck, he’s in love. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. You rake your fingers through his hair, licking into his desperate mouth.

“I’m not done with you, yet, Poe Dameron.” You whisper, biting his lip. “Gonna walk back to your quarters with your cum all over me so everyone knows.” You pull your sports bra back on, adjusting your breasts so they’re half falling out at the top. His cum glitters in the dim light and you moan.

You step out of the shadows and march through the hangar, with no shame as you show off your pearl necklace. Poe sinks back against the wall, breathing hard. What the fuck just happened?

That was the best blowjob he’s ever fucking had. Unsteadily, he pulls his shirt back on, getting half the buttons wrong, but he can’t bring himself to care. He half runs back to his quarters, almost believing you won’t actually be there, that you were just fucking with him.

But there you are, spread out on his bed, naked and beautiful. Maker, he’s fucking hard again. You stand up, walking slowly towards him and he can’t take his eyes off you. You prowl around him, locking his door, and then your hands are on him.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, digging into his chest as you hug him, your breathing ragged. He can feel your breasts press against his back as you cling to him, starting to unbutton his shirt again.

“Poe?” You whisper softly. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? I’ve waited and waited for you to make a move. But you never seem interested.” You pout, sliding your warm hands under the fabric of his shirt and gripping his pecs.

That’s what you thought? That he didn’t want you? He shakes his head.

“Was I wrong?” You hum. He can feel you bite the collar of his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.

“Of c-course I wanted you.” He manages. Is that a sentence? Did he skip words in his nervousness? “You’re devastating and gorgeous, and dangerous. How could I not want you? But you terrify me.” He admits as his shirt falls from his arms to the floor.

“I do?” You ask curiously, lips pressed against his bare shoulder.

“Of course, you do. And why would you want me?”

You practically purr against his back as your fingers drop to his pants buckle. “Why wouldn’t I want you?” You slowly unbuckle him again, dipping your hands inside to stroke his cock. “I want you over and over, in your bed, in the sickbay, in the hangar, in your ship, in my ship, in the commissary, in the fresher. I want you anywhere you’ll have me. I want to do everything to you.” You moan, feeling him grow hard in your pretty little hand.

“I w-want that.” He moans desperately.

“Walk forward, baby. To the edge of your bed.” You say softly, tugging on his cock just right. He grunts, moving forward, breathing hard as you pump him. “Stop.” You order when he gets close.

“Can I taste you?” He asks pathetically. He wants to feel you explode on his tongue, knowing he’s the reason you’re cumming.

“You want that?” You ask, pushing his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of them and nods.

“More than anything.” He says firmly.

“Alright. Do what I tell you to right now and then you can taste me.” You promise and he’s fucking thrilled.

“Okay.”

“Bend over. Hands on the mattress.” You say softly, lips trailing down his spine. He does as you instruct, acutely aware of how close you are behind him. “Spread your legs.” You say and push down gently on his back so his ass is pushed out all for you. A little thrill of excitement floods him as you grip his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. You nip at his cheeks before licking slowly around his puckered hole. His cock throbs as the pleasure starts simmering in his belly. You lick and tease, moaning softly as you taste him again. You bury your face, starting to suck and lick at the same time before wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He moans loudly, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.

You focus there for a long time, pumping his cock and licking his asshole, and just when he thinks he’s about to cum again, you pull away.

“You still want to taste me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth watering. “Okay.” You lay down on the bed and spread your legs for him.

Maker, he can’t believe this is actually happening. He kneels at the edge of the bed, feeling up your bare thighs, loving the way they fill his hands. He lowers his mouth to your slit, guiding your legs over his shoulders. You seem happy to let him take control for the time being, and he doesn’t want to let you down.

He licks slowly up your dripping slit to your clit, the sweet taste of you sitting on his tongue. He swirls his tongue around the little button, teasing it slowly. You let out the softest little mewling noise and he keeps doing it, teasing you until you grip his hands, hips writhing, begging silently for more.

He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and licking and flicking and swirling it in circles and you gasp loudly, lifting your hips into his mouth.

“Yes! Oh fuck. Poe, yes!” You whine. He moans softly, stroking his tongue down the underside of your clit, before back up and around. You lace your fingers with his, squeezing every time he hits the right spots. Your thighs are trembling on either side of his head, your breathing is short and ragged as he draws every ounce of pleasure he can get for you. He wants to make this good, so maybe you’ll let him do it again. Your noises turn him on even more, knowing they’re all for him.

You moan loudly, lifting your hips like an offering to him, and he knows you’re close. “Baby, oh Poe! Fuck! Fu-“

He sucks hard, flicking your clit fast and in circles, and your body convulses, shaking in his grasp as you cum, mouth falling open, too lost in how good he’s made you feel to even make a sound. His cock throbs at the sight of your undoing. So beautiful, absolutely devastating as you come apart under him. He doesn’t stop sucking, wanting to give you more.

You drag his hand to your breast and he cups it delightfully, capturing your nipple between his fingers and squeezing. Your sharp gasp lets him know it’s right and he keeps up the pressure as he feasts on your delicious pussy.

“Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe!” You chant his name like a prayer as he brings you close to another orgasm, your fingers twisting in his hair as you hold his face right where you need him most. Your cunt is flooding with your juices as he pushes you higher and he can’t believe how lucky he is to be able to worship you like this.

You cry out, back arching as you cum again, powerfully, your fingers nearly breaking his in your grip to hold onto anything to keep you grounded.

Maker, he could do this to you all day.

But of course, you have other ideas. You pull on his hair and he reluctantly lets go of your clit. He licks down to your entrance, swiping his tongue through the weeping juices. He moans loudly at how good you taste, going back for more.

“Poe Dameron, y-you’re a fucking treat.” You sigh, tugging on his hand and spreading your thighs to release him.

His brain releases the words before he can even consider them. “Seems like I’m getting the treat.” He says and you laugh, scooting back on the bed with some difficulty.

“Always knew you were a funny guy.” You murmur, pulling him down to kiss you. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting yourself as you lick through him. His cock bumps against your belly as you writhe under him. He ruts on instinct and you moan, reaching down to grasp his shaft.

“I really wanna be on top first.” You mumble. “But you ate me boneless.”

“I’m happy to do it again.” He offers.

“Later. After I’ve had your cock inside me. I’m so desperate for it.” You say and his heart does a weird rhythm in his chest.

“Okay.” Is all he can manage. He lays down on top of you, getting your legs around his hips and your lips turn into a pout just before he wraps his arms around you and rolls over.

“What are you doing?” You ask, clinging to him.

“You said you wanted to be on top first? Or did I dream that?”

You kiss him deeply.

“I can do all the work if you need me to.” He says and you grin, pushing yourself up. Stretched over him, naked, stunning, reaching for his cock, he’s in heaven. You’re beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment forever. His hands trail up your body, cupping your tits as you grasp his cock, rubbing the tip over your slit.

“You might not all fit. You’re so big.” You moan, rocking your hips down. His mind goes blank as your hot heat envelopes the crown, squeezing it and wrapping it in velvety perfection. His mouth falls open as you wiggle your hips down further, and he thinks he just might combust. Your center is so blistering hot, so wet, so tight. He holds onto your hips, feeling you rotate them to work him in further. It drags and pulls on the head of it in the most perfect way, he can’t pull his eyes away. There’s nothing else in this universe, just you and him, trying to break the laws of physics, sharing the same space.

He slides in another inch and you moan loudly. “Unh! P-Poe!” You gasp. He slides his hand over to cover your lower belly, thumb finding your clit. He strokes it slowly, getting you wetter to fit more of him inside your core. You hold onto his wrist like a lifeline, sinking lower onto him. He rubs slowly, feeling your walls contract and release over his length. Your eyes lower to his, blown wide with desire. Your lips are parted, wet with your saliva, breathing heavily.

“Please?” You whisper, voice breaking. “Please? Stretch me, Poe. I want all of you inside me.” You moan.

Fuck, he’s yours to command.

He holds onto your hips with both hands, mesmerized by the way you start to play with your clit to keep up the stimulation. Your inner silky walls are fluttering like crazy around him and he wants to feel it everywhere. He pushes his hips up slowly so that he doesn’t hurt you. Your mouth falls open as he pushes deeper, stretching your walls around his cock.

“Fuck.” He curses quietly, you roll your hips and it drags with blinding pleasure. He gets another inch inside you before he feels your natural end, your cervix nestled right up against the throbbing head of his cock. He nearly cums right there. There’s still about an inch or two outside, but he doesn’t care. The way you’re gripping him right now is better than anything he’s ever felt before.

He lifts his knees to support you and you lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head. Your eyes are glassy, blissed out. You roll your hips, dragging along his sensitive shaft as you lean over him, breathing shallowly.

“You’re so big. I can feel you.” You moan, placing your hand over your belly. “Poe! Oh fuck. You feel so good inside me.” You whine.

“So good. You feel like heaven.” He breathes, brushing your hair back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He stares up at you, drinking you in.

“I need y-you to do the work.” You mumble and he grins.

“Okay.” He guides you down to him, feeling your breasts against his bare chest and his cock throbs inside you. You wrap your arms around his biceps, holding on as you bury your face in his neck.

He shifts your knees up higher around his waist and wraps his arms around your back, holding you tight against him. “You’re so soft, everywhere.” He moans.

“Poe,” you moan, licking against his ear. He pulls out a little and rocks back in, a shallow thrust, getting a feel for how you react to him moving. You clench around him, begging for more. Your slick is coating his balls, you’re so wet and all for him. He pulls out further, before thrusting back in harder and you whine.

“Yes, harder, fuck me harder, Poe. I wanna feel it all.” You plead. He starts up a steady pace, alternating with deep and shallow thrusts, craving every single way you react to him. Your cunt is gripping him so tight he can barely pull out, and each drag sets him on fire. He grips your ass, feeling it fill his palms as he thrusts into you, burying his length over and over.

He moans your name. “Gotta roll you over.” He mumbles and you nod, clinging to him. He rolls you over, thrusting in deep as he does, feeling your core suck at the head of his cock. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts thrusting faster, harder, deeper. His cock disappears into your perfect pussy over and over, your inner walls stroking his shaft.

Your nails dig into his back as you whimper and moan for him, begging him for more. The pain of your scratches is beautiful, a lovely offset to the insane pleasure you’re also giving him. He can feel you tightening around his length, walls begging to flutter. You search out his mouth with your own and he drinks up your noises, kissing you deeply.

“G-gonna cum, Poe. Gonna cum on your bi-big cock.” You gasp.

“Let g-go. Show me what a good girl you are.” He moans, slamming in deeper, harder, faster.

You tighten more, bucking up into him with a sinful moan. Who knew you liked being praised? He’ll have to keep that in mind, as soon as he can find his again, that is.

Your entire body trembles as you orgasm, clamping down on his cock as you cry out his name. Fuck. Your mouth falls open, breathing hard against his lips, an open mouth kiss. He licks at your tongue, your lips, inside your mouth, feeling you pant and whine for him. He throbs inside you, fucking you through your intense climax, but he’s not ready to be done yet, doesn’t ever want this to end. He slows down, nearly pulling out of you.

“What’s the matter?” You ask, looking down to where he’s connected to you.

“Catching my breath.” He kisses you again, he could kiss you forever and still never be bored.

“Am I not-“ you trail off, face twisting into concern.

He kisses up your jaw, licking just under your ear, and is rewarded with a shiver. “Sh. You’re perfect. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, feeling you tighten again on his cock. He sucks and bites and licks, leaving his mark on you, letting the rest of the base know he’s yours.

You moan, digging your fingers into his hair. “I want you to cum inside me. It’s safe.” You whisper and his cock jumps. “Do you want me in a new position?” You ask, almost shyly. It’s so different from every other time you’ve spoken to him that his brain short circuits at the almost innocent look on your messy face.

“What? Okay, we, yeah, can.” He nods dumbly. A dumb bitch baby.

“How do you want me?” You ask, fingers trailing up and down his biceps.

“Every way.” He mutters on instinct and you grin.

“Okay. After this, we can go to Leia’s office and you can fuck me on her desk.” You tease.

“Yes, please.” He moans. The thought of taking you, claiming you somewhere so inappropriate, somewhere so forbidden is so tantalizing-he wants it.

“My naughty boy. You’d do anything I’d tell you, wouldn’t you? Let me do anything I wanted to you.” You brush his curly hair back. He nods mutely. You wreck him. You own him. “Can I pick the position?” You ask, tracing your thumb over his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth. He sucks, swirling his tongue around it while nodding. “Fuck, Poe. How am I’m ever gonna stop fucking you long enough to win this war?”

He has no answer, just pulls your thumb deeper into his mouth, sucking all the way to the knuckle. You moan, pulling it out. You push against his chest and he rises up, slipping out of your heated core. His cock complains, bobbing in the cool air of his room. You sit up, coming eye level with his weeping cock.

“Poe, baby,” you whisper, opening your mouth and taking his shaft completely down your throat. You suck hard, swirling your tongue around and over it as you pull off agonizingly slow.

He hisses, trying to breathe.

“I taste so good on you.” You sigh, rolling over onto your hands and knees. Your perfect ass is in the air and you adjust, spreading your knees wider to lower your hips. You lay down, face in his pillow as you reach back and spread your glistening pussy for him.

Shit. Fuck.

You arch your back further, wiggling your ass. “Baby?”

“Gimme a second. I’m trying not to cum.” He grunts and you smile apologetically. He can see your pussy flexing for him and he groans, lining his cockhead up with your entrance. He holds onto your hips, trying to hold back, he’s so fucking close, you ruin him. He’s hovering at the opening, gritting his teeth. You moan loudly, pushing your hips back and taking him completely inside you, all the way to the root.

He grunts, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. Your body is shaking, quivering in his hands and he realizes you’ve had a mini orgasm from forcing him all the way in.

“Oh fuck, Poe! Oh, maker!!” You gasp, rolling your hips wildly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyes!”

“Fuck.” He moans, feeling you fuck yourself on his cock. You drag along his shaft, gripping him so tightly that he doesn’t stand a chance against you. “St-stop.” He pleads. He needs a minute to adjust. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. “Y/N!” He grunts, but quickly realizes that you can’t stop.

Fuck it.

He grabs your hips harder and pulls out, quickly slamming back into you. He sets up a wicked pace, pounding you deep and fast with every thrust. You roll your hips with every drag, inner walls sucking at him, begging him to stay deep inside you. He spreads his legs wider and leans down over you, crushing you into his mattress as he pounds your beautiful, perfect cunt. Your name slips from his lips like a prayer, begging you to give him all you have. He has you caged, you can’t move-all you can do is take it. He reaches down between your dripping, messy thighs and easily finds your clit. He swipes his fingers over it in tight circles in time with his thrusts.

You keen loudly, reaching for his head. He bites your earlobe, feeling you contract around his cock.

“Good girl. Let go, baby. Let go for me.” He mumbles, fucking you faster. You tremble, convulsing under him. Your legs go rigid and he follows you down to the mattress, still burying his length over and over as he strums your clit. He’s not letting you come down from this one, gonna keep you up there in the clouds with him. Your moans get louder until you’re practically screaming. “That’s it, let the whole base know who’s fucking you so good right now.” He grunts.

“Cum! Cum inside me! Oh maker, Poe! I need it. Fill me up!” You beg as he torments your clit endlessly. He bites into your shoulder, enough to leave a mark but not to break the skin. Your body is putty in his hands as he fucks you into his mattress. He doesn’t stop fingering your button and you’re getting tighter and tighter and tighter around him. “Poe! Oh fuck!!! Yes! Yes! Harder! Baby fuck me harder!” You plead, trying to pull one leg up towards your chest. He holds it higher for you and slides in just a little bit deeper.

“Gonna cum.” He grunts, feeling you spasm around his aching cock. He can’t put it off any longer. You feel too good.

“Do it!” You cry out, rolling your hips as best you can. He pins you down, rooting his throbbing cock inside you, reaching the deepest part of you as he unloads, spraying thick streams of cum, painting the walls of your womb white. You sob as you cum again, squeezing the life out of his cock as he empties inside you, walls rolling as you milk him, still begging for more. He gives a few more thrusts, still addicted to the way your body clings to him before laying down on top of you, hard cock still inside you.

He wraps his arms under you, holding you to him. “You okay?” He asks softly.

“Perfect. Fuck, Poe. If I had known you were gonna fuck me like that, I would have cornered you years ago.” You mumble and he grins.

“Wish you would have.” He replies.

“Short nap. Then the next round.” You yawn. “Seriously not gonna be able to stop.”

“I’m okay with that. And anything else you wanna do.” He agrees and that wicked smirk he’s come to fall in love with reappears.

“Good boy.” You praise and his cock throbs inside you.

Round two might be sooner than you think.

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Ateez reacting to their s/o holding their hands for the 1st time

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 3k3.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

HONGJOONG

You were peacefully staring at the sky from your window. You've been staring at it since the departure. It was such a beautiful view that you wouldn't be bored it even with 11 hours of flight. "What are you staring at, love?" Asked Hongjoong, finally removing his earphones. 'Love'. You will never get used to him calling you this way. It never fails to make your heart beating faster than ever. "The view with the sunset is just so relaxing." You smiled. "Look at this with..." he struggled to untangle his earphone. The short imagination of him losing his AirPods for the 823rd time, got you smiling. "Song." He finally inserted it on your ear.

A soft and calm music started to play. All of your senses were comforted by these clear notes. "Sounds like a commercial music, right?" Giggled your boyfriend. "No... it's relaxing." You claimed. "I could fall asleep in 2 seconds because of it." "Then go ahead." He patted his shoulder, telling you to rest on it. Without hesitating, you put your head on. It was comfier than what you thought. Not something pointy and hard that could bother with your earrings or piercings. "Is it comfy?" Asked Hongjoong, a tiny bit worried. Too reassure him, you simply nodded and grabbed his forearm with your hand. Just to keep him close. Hongjoong wasn't used to you, showing this kind of attention in public. He was a bit taken a back, but finally only you mattered. The song was leading you in a soft and calm mindset. Your eyes were closing at every note and your entire body felt like a feather. Your boyfriend guessed that you were falling asleep because your hand was sliding on his forearm. 5 minutes later, your head almost fell from Hongjoong's shoulder. He quickly put it back in place, but it caused your hand to rest right in his free one. The warmness and the softness of his palm made you unconsciously held his hand. Tight. Hongjoong took his time to realize what was happening. Even if you were sleeping, he was hickey flustered. He was staring at your fingers, intertwined with his. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile and blush. More when he tried to remove your grip, but you tightened it. "Cute." He whispered. Hongjoong and you were not really tactile and clingy persons, but when these moments happen, for the first time or rarely, both of you desire that it never stops. It was your moment only.

SEONGHWA

"I can't believe we are here already!" You stomped enthusiastically. Seonghwa was staring at you. You were so happy and cute. The way, you were holding your backpack straps made him melt instantly. "Disneyworld..." you sighed joyfully. "It's magic!" Seonghwa nodded, they really created a whole world and it felt unreal since he put a foot there. "Where do you want to start?" He asked, opening the map. "Space mountain!" You almost yelled, pointing at the localization pin. "Really? But we ate 2 hours ago?" He gulped, thinking at the amount of looping. "What a baby." You smirked. "Then what about... Peter Pan? Or Ratatouille?" "Okay I agree for the last one." He accepted. "Let's go!" You almost ran to the crowd, not wanting people to take your place in the queue. Seonghwa was looking at every details of the amusement park. All the shops had their own magical surfaces. He needs to come here with the members one time. They would go crazy for sure. "Fast Park Seonghwa!" You pouted. To tease you a little bit more, he started to walk slower. He deducted that it was working well because he spotted the vein on your forehead. "You are so slow!" You complained. Not thinking twice about your actions, you held his hand and led him to the attraction. The moment he felt your hand in his huge one, his stomach clenched. A thousand of butterflies were flying there. You were too focused on the board that you didn't saw the light blush on his face. But you secretly liked to hold his hand. It felt just right. "Bingo!" You pointed at the clock, "only 5 minutes of queueing." Seonghwa was barely listening to you. He was looking at your hands fitting perfectly in his. You had a moment of doubt, maybe he didn't like it and was too nice to tell you. You tried to detach your embrace slowly, but he tightened his grip on it. "Don't." He said seriously. "I like it." You smiled shyly at him. "It's the first time we are holding hands." He giggled. "A-Ah really?" You stuttered, a bit flustered. Seonghwa was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. You thought that he would let your hand free, but you were wrong. He struggled a bit to get it out of the pocket but no way he would use both of his hands. "Yeah Joong?" He rolled his eyes. "No. I told you I had a date today with Y/N. At Disneyworld." You glanced at him when you heard the word "date". Seonghwa saw your facial expression and winked cockily. You ignored what feels the most magical now; Disneyworld or a date with Seonghwa?

YUNHO

More and more you were moving forward in the queue, more you wanted to run away. Your friends advised you to go in a haunted house with Yunho, for your first date. At first, you didn't realize the situation. You only thought about a way to be close to him without being awkward. Yunho is scared of absolutely, nothing. He could play with a tarantula, then dance with a venomous snake without problem. So, a haunted house was nothing for him. But for you, it was another story. "Are you okay Y/N? You are shaking a bit." Asked Yunho thinking that you were already scared. "Even a lot." "I'm good!" You slapped his shoulder, puffing a bit. "It's just the anticipation." "Ok cool. I thought you had this kitschy idea to stay glued to me for the whole time. But I would probably be the one doing it." He laughed. "N-No. So, cliché." You laughed nervously, cursing at your friends in your mind. Not even 30 seconds later, the host led you inside. You were completely terrified. You couldn't even enjoy a single moment the proximity or the thought or having a romantic intercourse with Yunho. "Oh wow, that's well made." He pointed at the spider above you. You did your best to suppress the scream stuck in your throat. "W-Wait. You are working too fast." You tugged his shirt. "Are you scared?" He teased you. "We can go out if you-" "No." You shook your head. "Just stay close." You wrapped your arm around his. Yunho admitted that it was cute. Of course, he was aware of your plan when you invited him to the haunted house. You couldn't even walk next to a worm, without yelling. Suddenly and even Yunho shivered, a skeleton almost fell at your right. Your first reflex was to grab his hand and to hide behind his tall figure. Even though the situation wasn't the best, Yunho's heart flustered. Thanks to the darkness, you couldn't see the blush on his cheeks. His stomach clenched when your fingers placed right between his long ones. This action never had such an impact before. He was used to hold Atiny's hand during fansign. But it was nothing compared to this feeling. The rest of the way, you never let his hand go. Nor let 2 centimeters away from you. When finally, you exited the nightmare, the reality hit you. "Well done Y/N." Said Yunho. "F-For what? I've been a scared baby there." You faked to fix your clothes. "I thought you would jump on me right when we entered, but no. You had shown an amazing braveness." He giggled patting the back of your head. You grunted few words, too nervous and shy to admit your plan. "Give me your hand lady. Let's go inside again. I liked it." He smiled.

YEOSANG

["Y/N"] ["Bring ice cream."] Without hesitation you run to your kitchen and took a vanilla post in the refrigerator. You messily put your shoes and exited the college dorm. ["On my way!"] After 5 minutes of walking and avoiding bumping into every single person in the street, you arrived to Ateez' dorm. Right when you exited the elevator, you saw Wooyoung closing the door. "Wow. I want a best friend like you. In less than 15 minutes you there." Claimed Wooyoung. "How is he? Good or?" "A complete mess." He replied. You rolled your eyes, "I swear... I told him to stay away from this type of girl." "Good luck." Shrugged Wooyoung. "Wait, you are not going to comfort him?" "Why. I know that you are here." He patted your shoulder. "I'll watch a movie. See ya!" "Jung Wooyoung! I swear-" "Are you going to stay there the whole day, or you are going to enter and comfort me?" Asked Yeosang, who came out after hearing your voice in the hallway. "Be nice with me. I brought you a vanilla pot." You lifted your plastic bag. "Cool. Now I can be completely depressed and heartbroken." He whined. After that, you both sat on the couch, enjoying the calm for once. Yeosang explain that he prepared the best date for her and he even bought flowers. But she never shown up, nor replied to his texts. "You don't deserve her. I told you that already and a bunch of times." You ate another spoon of ice cream. "Are you going to eat all of this by yourself?" He slapped your hand, causing the spoon to fall. You rolled your eyes and faced him. "Yeosang, stop being sad for her. You are a real treasure and too bad for her, she lost someone really special." You grabbed both of his hands and rubbed it with your thumbs. "Even if you are a bit savage sometimes, you are such a good person." Yeosang's eyes couldn't leave the sight of your hands, holding, squeezing and rubbing his. "And she's stupid. You are probably the perfect boyfriend on this earth." You claimed. "I would be grateful to have a boyfriend like you." He raised his brow, by surprise. You instantly flickered his forehead. "Don't even think about it." He sneered, knowing that you would say something like that. "How do you feel?" You asked when you finally saw a smile on his face. Yeosang hesitated a second, but finally chose to take his sad facial expression back. "Hold my hand and tell me how amazing I am again. It might help." You rolled your eyes. "This guy... Anyway." You ordered and held his hands once again. Screw the compliment. That's what he really wanted.

SAN

You were waiting your boyfriend for 15 minutes already. He as late. Like always. But you never been mad about it. San was doing his best to spend some time with you despite having a heavy and full schedule. The last thing you could do, to just show him how grateful you are, is to be patient. "Y/N!" Shouted San, running to you. He was smiling widely and waving crazily. "Slow down, you are going to trip." You warned him when you judged he was close enough. "Sorry." He paused, catching his breath. "I'm late again." "It's okay babe." You pecked his cheek, making his heart jolt a tiny bit. "To apologize, you can choose everything you want us to do today." He said happily. Next thing he knew he was trying to walk for the first time with rollers. "Y/N, I can't do this!" He whined, holding the ramp on the wall. "Come on! I know that you can be really good at this." You encouraged your boyfriend. "How do you manage to stay still with this?!" "It's still my feet. I'm the only one controlling them." You smiled, turning around him. "Oh my god, help me." He sighed, trying to stop his legs to shake like a newborn. "Okay." You stopped at his left. "I'll help you." San gulped when you slid your hand over his forearm to gently hold his hand. He was still amazed by the softness of your palm that he didn't realize that the wall was getting far away every seconds. "I can't believe that we are holding hands." He finally said. You simply giggled, ignoring what to say. "I thought that I would need to do it first. I know how shy you are princess." "Stay focused Sanie." You replied, a smile glued on your face. "Your hand is so cute in mine. It's like it was meant to be there." "San." "I want this moment to pause forever." He claimed. "Babe." "I can’t believe!" He sang, using the same tone as Chen in Exo*. "And I can't believe, you made a whole round without falling." San finally looked around him. He was so focused on your hand that he completely forgot his main task. "I'm roller-skating!" He shouted victoriously. "I'm a grown man now." "Can the grown man detach his hand now that's he's a pro?" "Never."

MINGI

Mingi is shy. On the stage, he always looks fierce, confident and cool. But in reality, he is a cute and shy boy. It took him 20 minutes to ask you on a date. You spent your entire break from your old part time job, to listen to him, stuttering 2 words by minute. With respect, of course, you always kept your distance and understood that he was not into showing affection in public. Then you always 'stayed in your place' and be affectioned in private. But even not that much because he was still taken a back. Tonight, they all had a rough day and Seonghwa offered to walk an hour in the park below. You encouraged them, saying that it was a good idea. So here you are, leading the walk with your boyfriend. The rest of the members behind you, a bit like chaperones. Everyone could tell that this little walk was relaxing. One by one, they all found their smiles back. "Do you remember Bridgerton?" You asked. Mingi raised a brow, "the show that made you drool and fangirl about the dresses?" "Yeah!" You snapped. "The boys looks like our parents, checking that we don’t do anything wrong." You smirked. The tall boy looking behind him. The 7 other boys were minding their own business. "Not really. They totally don’t give a f about us." He sneered. "Ah really? So, it won't bother anyone if... I do something like." You removed your hand out of your pocket to held Mingi's one. As expected, he blushed and stuttered that they were just behind. "Come on...." You teased him, squeezing his hand. "We are dating for 3 months and you never held my hand. So, I do it." "Y/N!" He blushed even more. "Ooooouh Song Mingi!" Shouted the boys behind. Some of them were whistling, one by one. Few ones were clapping, and San Yunho were imitating the scene. Even though Mingi was cringing, it was not bad at all. "Song Mingi is a man now! He's holding a girl's hand." Shouted Wooyoung. All of their comment started to make you awkward too. But in a good way. Judging that you teased Mingi enough. You tried to untangle your fingers. "Finish what you started." Said Mingi, tightening his grip. "You put us in this situation, so you need to assume it too." A nervous laugh came out from your throat when he put both of your hands in his pocket. Of course, this move caused the other boys to start yelling behind both of you. But you could still live with it.

WOOYOUNG

Even if you agreed to spend the night at the dorm Wooyoung still found the situation awkward. It's been 2 weeks that you were officially dating. Everything was perfect. You both had a real great harmony. Even the other members claimed that they were jealous of your chemistry. The only problem which was not a big deal but still bothers Wooyoung, was that you were not really the 'clingy type'. You barely touched each other. He respected that you needed to hold our hand sometimes or just give you a hug or a peck randomly. "What are you thinking about?" You asked sliding under the sheets. "You keep looking at the ceiling." Wooyoung hesitated a second to tell you what was bothering him. But he finally decided to not say anything and to not put you in a awkward situation. "Nothing, just tired." He yawned. "Let's sleep." You nodded and made sure both of you were well covered. "Good night Wooyoungie." "Night Y/N." You couldn’t see his face, but he was disappointed when you turned around, showing your back to him asking if he was asleep already. He finally cracked an eye when he felt your warmness just next to him. His heart started to rush. Wooyoung even though it would stop functioning when you grabbed his hand to held yours. You slowly rested your interlaced hands on your belly. Wooyoung was burning behind you. The dozen of mini him were dancing and shouting along in his head. When you started to rub your thumb over his skin, it completely drove him crazy. Wooyoung could felly your belly on his forearm. because of that, he wanted so bad to squeeze and hug you until you couldn't breathe anymore. "I know that you are awake." You whispered, giggling a bit. Just in case this moment would stop, he preferred to stay quiet. "I feel your heart bumping, jolting and clenching in your chest." You added. "I just... love this." He finally admitted. You simply stuck your body closer to him and snuggled gently against it. "This shit drives me crazy. You seem so tiny." "Just sleep." You giggled, enjoying his presence. "I can't sleep anymore! I feel like I'm going to explode." He replied, happily. "What did I do..." you sighed, smiling a little bit.

JONGHO

You just felt your friends. You spent the whole day looking for a dress. And not a casual dress. An amazing and fancy one. Just to go with your boyfriend at a gala. You needed to get along with everyone there or to be at least presentable. Jongho told you that you could wear anything you want, but your desire was to impress everyone there. Especially the CEO, so he could stop looking at you like a trash. Just when you got out of the café, you spotted a red-haired guy, in the same alley of you. You doubted a second, but you saw him holding an Ice americano. It was your boyfriend for sure. Without hesitating, your ran to his direction. When you were at 5 meters behind him, you walked slowly and quietly. You recognized the Chanel earrings you gave him and his Louis Vuitton sport bag. "He's so expensive." You thought. Not waiting anymore, you grabbed his free hand. Jongho had the instant reflex to step away and to brush the hand off. "Hello young man, are you single?" You winked at him. His face softened, when he saw your face. "No sorry. I'm taken and take care because she's crazy." "Hey!" You pouted. Jongho sneered, proud of his own joke. When finally, he realized. "Oh." Wondering why this sudden behavior and glanced where's he was looking at. "What?" "It's the first time that you are holding my hand." He blinked. "We do this all the time." "No. You don't get it. It's incredible." "What?" "Your hand is hold mine. It's the best thing ever." You raised a brow, "you are too much." “I’m usually the one holding yours but now!” “You-” "Do not move." He kept staring at it. People walking past to you, were giving you a weird look. Jongho was looking at your hands in awe. "She's holding my hand too! And the first time!" He said to a couple passing by. "Choi Jongho." You slapped his shoulder gently, completely embarrassed. "Let's go to Hongdae!" "Why suddenly?" You asked. "So, we can walk there!" "It's 1 hour far away from here!" "Yes. Exactly. That's the point." He smiled widely, already enjoying the idea.

*Exo - Tempo: it’s a song which had been praised by many (I do recommend to watch Ateez covering this because it’s a m a z i n g) and Chen’s lyrics intro (0:02) really had his impact.

[works-of-fanfiction]

Harmless Fun - Graham Coxon x Reader

Summary: Graham agrees to a date at the funfair with the reader. (I imagined 2020/21 Graham whilst writing this, but you can view him however you like.)

Requested by: Anon - who wanted to see an older introverted Graham with an extroverted reader - I put a little spin on this with Graham coming out of his shell more throughout. I hope I did the idea justice!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2.8k

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Among the extravagant rides, flashing lights and hundreds of people, Graham and I seem so small. We link arms as we walk into the funfair, exchanging a couple pounds each for fluorescent orange paper wristbands and glow-in-the-dark hand stamps shaped like goldfish. Graham’s smudges across his knuckles a little and we both make fun of the distorted icon on his skin. “That’s a very chubby goldfish.” I giggle, tracing the outline of it with my finger then comparing it to my own.

“No, yours is just starving. Look!” Graham points at my stamp, rubbing his finger over it to try and smudge it. It doesn’t budge and I laugh mockingly before tugging on his hand to drag him further down the gravelled entryway.

We reach a red arch covered in bright lights, mimicking a stereotypical dressing room mirror, like the kind you’d see in a movie. Graham and I spend the next couple of minutes dodging couples and families taking photos, the repetitive sounds of phone cameras clicking and flashes going off. Coming to a halt, I pull Graham to the side and grab my film camera from my tote bag. I wiggle it in front of his face, donning the classic puppy dog eyes to try and get my way. “Y/N…” He starts, taking the camera from my hand. “There’s so many people here. We can take a photo inside.”

“But this is such a nice spot! It’s so bright and sparkly. It’ll make such a pretty picture, Gra.” I beg, batting my eyelashes like a spoilt toddler. He sighs, winding up the camera and holding down the flash button until it lights up. I clap my hands together happily, giving him a quick side-hug before shuffling to the middle of the arch. “Ask him to take the photo.” I whisper, gesturing towards a man stood nearby. Graham shakes his head, holding the camera up to his face.

“Let me take one of you.”

“You’re just making excuses not to be in the picture!” I whine, my hands on my hips as I stare into the lens. Graham unexpectedly presses the button, the flash catching me off guard. “Hey! I wasn’t ready.”

“But you were posing.” He teases, winding the camera again. I shake my head, laughing as I link arms with him and lead him away.

“You still owe me a photo later.” I huff, grabbing the camera and tucking it back into my bag.

Graham chuckles, giving me a kiss on the temple and whispering in my ear, “I win.” I playfully slap his chest and he gasps, pretending it hurts. “Don’t hit the old man.”

“You’re not an old man!” I protest, standing on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He smiles, unlinking our arms to wrap his around my shoulder. He pulls me close and I settle into his side so perfectly, it’s almost like I was made specifically to be there. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” I say quietly, my arm lazily slung around his back, holding onto his denim jacket.

“Well, you were very persuasive.” He taunts, prodding me in the upper arm and earning himself another slap to the chest.

“Graham! Don’t say that in public.”

“Say what?”

“That! People will hear you.”

“Oh, they don’t know what I’m talking about.” He teases, leaning down to kiss my head. “You always know how to get your own way with me.” His hand slides further up my arm and onto my shoulder, gently massaging it. My eyes flutter closed involuntarily and Graham hums, the sound so smug it snaps me out of my daydream. He knows exactly what that damn shoulder thing does to me. I bat his hand away and point to the carousel which is the first ride we come across.

“You were saying something about me getting my own way?” I slip from his grasp and run to get in line.

“Y/N! The carousel… really?”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

Graham looks around, clearly worried or bothered about something. I leave the line before anybody joins behind me and go back over to him. “What’s wrong?” I ask, hands resting on either side of his arms.

“I’m just - I don’t know. We’ll stick out like a pair of sore thumbs on there.” He scratches his head, looking past me at the people climbing onto the brightly painted horses.

“Who cares?” I whisper, leaning closer to him and pressing a light kiss to his nose, before rubbing my nose against his. His glasses graze my face and I pull away, swiping his lenses with my sleeve to make sure I don’t leave any smudges behind. “Shall we?” I ask, holding out my hand to him.

He’s quiet for a moment, giving the carousel one last look before his eyes come back to meet mine. I smile hopefully, my hand still flat awaiting his to connect with it. He sighs and takes my hand, pushing his glasses up onto his nose with the other. “Alright. But I’m having that grey horse there.”

Graham’s horse is on the left, closer to the centre of the ride. I take the white horse beside him and hold onto the gold pole with one hand, the other still in Graham’s. He looks at me and smiles shyly as the ride begins to start, a corny rendition of ABBA’s ‘Mamma Mia’ playing on what sounds like an organ. We both roll our eyes and I listen out for the chorus, joining in with it. Graham bows his head, laughing quietly as I sing the lyrics at the top of my lungs, bopping from side to side and nodding my head to the music. “Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia! Now I really know - my my, I should not have let you go!” I sing, letting go of the ride to pretend I have a microphone in my hand. Graham leans over and grabs my wrist, pressing my hand back onto the pole.

“Hold on!” He shouts over the music and my tone deaf singing. I flash him an apologetic smile, cheekily blowing him a kiss and carrying on with the song. As the tune fades to an end, so does the ride. He jumps down from his horse and helps me off of mine. We head down the stairs and stand beside the ride control box where Graham stops to fix my hair, moving a piece out of my face and smoothing the rest with his palms. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Very much so!” I grin, staring up at Graham whose face is lit up by the carousel. His eyes catch the light and I can’t help but smile at just how beautiful he looks. The slight salt and pepper colour of his hair is more visible and I reach my hand up to run it through his fringe. “You’re so pretty, Graham.”

“Pretty?”

“That’s what I said.”

His gaze struggles to meet mine and I can’t help the giggle that passes through my lips. “Look at you getting all embarrassed! Is that a blush I see on your cheeks?” I tease, poking his cheek with my finger.

“Stop it…” He says, his voice small and unbelievably adorable. I wrap my arms around him to give him a hug, resting my cheek against his chest. He hugs me back, his chin resting on my head as we slowly sway under the lights. “Are you hungry?” He finally asks and I nod.

We head over to the food stalls and I find a bench, grabbing my scarf from my bag and laying it across the seat before sitting down. Graham stands, looking at the different options. “What do you fancy?” He asks, leaning down and holding onto my shoulders, his face hovering next to mine as I read the banner of each stall.

“I’ll just have some fries. Can we get donuts later?”

“Of course we can get donuts later.” He plants a kiss on my cheek and heads over to get the food, leaving me to save our seats. Taking the camera from my bag, I sneakily snap a picture of Graham as he waits for our orders. His attention is focused on something in the distance so he doesn’t notice the three clicks of the camera flash. One photo is never enough when it comes to Graham. Even if I filled a thousand albums with pictures of him, I’d still want to make it a thousand and one.

He’s back in no time with an extra large tray of fries and a bunch of sauce packets in his hand. He dumps the sauces on the table, putting down the food and untucking two cans of lemonade from under his arm. “I didn’t know if you’d want ketchup or mustard so I just got both.” He shrugs, sliding onto the bench beside me and tearing open a sachet of ketchup. He makes a space on the tray and empties the sauce out, wasting no time and tucking into the fries. I do the same but with mustard, and we assume a comfortable silence as we eat. The action continues around us as various songs play at each ride, all muddling into one and mixing with people’s squeals and screams. The scent of different foods surrounds us and almost tempts me into trying more, but I resist. We clean the tray of fries pretty quickly and decide to walk around, cans of lemonade still in hand as we explore the fairground more.

We spend the next twenty minutes making conversation about everything we spot around the fair. There’s stalls of handmade crafts and gifts which is something neither of us have ever seen before at an event like this. I marvel at the array of trinkets and lovingly crafted items, pointing things out to Graham that I think he might like. I come across a watercolour painting of a man playing the guitar, his silhouette illuminated by the night’s sky as he perches on the edge of a dock like a fisherman. The detail in the picture is spectacular, every brush stroke purposeful in making the painting perfect. I scuttle to Graham who’s a couple of stalls over and bring him over to show him the painting. I watch as his eyes light up like headlights in the snow, and we both look at each other with beaming smiles on our faces. No words need to be exchanged for us to combine some money and buy the picture. The artist carefully wraps the canvas in tissue paper before tucking it into a stiff cardboard box. I thank her and she thanks us right back for supporting her work. We look at a few other things before continuing on our walk.

“This’ll look great in your studio, Graham.” I enthuse, holding tightly onto the box. “Although I do wish you would’ve let me buy it for you.”

“It’s not just my painting, it’s ours.” He states simply, taking my hand and bringing it to his face to kiss the back of my knuckles. A rush of heat spikes up my neck and onto my cheeks, and my gaze falls to the ground like a lovesick rom-com character.

As we walk, Graham gets onto the topic of fairground mini games and how they’re rigged to make more money and have barely any winners. It’s hard not to laugh at his rambling, and I tease him for being so uptight about it. “I’m not uptight! It’s the truth!”

“It’s for kids, Graham.”

“Exactly! Which is why it shouldn’t be such a scam. It’s not fair for kids to keep losing.” As he speaks, I spot a Hook-A-Duck game and grab his arm to stop him. He notices the stall and frowns, his expression the complete opposite of the ear-to-ear grin taking over my face.

“Go on, Gra! Have a go!” I chime, wrapping my arms around his left arm like a koala bear attached to a tree. “That stuffed panda up there looks like he needs a home.”

“That stuffed panda is too big to be a real prize, Y/N. You’ll be lucky if I win that plastic snake down there.”

“It’s worth a shot.”

I pull him towards the game, handing money to the woman at the counter. She hands me the rod and I turn to Graham, thrusting it into his grasp. “You weren’t kidding.” He says, reluctantly taking it.

“Nope!”

He aims the hook towards the brightest yellow duck in the middle of the water. His grip is a little shaky and he misses the first couple of tries, but he eventually gets it. The worker grabs the duck and turns it over to show a big black star on the bottom of it. Graham drops the rod and looks at me, embarrassment covering his face as the large stuffed panda bear is brought down from the top shelf and handed over to us. “Congratulations! You found the grand prize duck.” The worker cheers, pushing the bear towards Graham. He awkwardly thanks her, picking up the oversized plush toy and carrying it over to the nearest bench.

I can’t contain my laughter as he stares at the bear, one hand on his hip and the other scratching his head. “Well, this is ridiculous.”

“He’s cute!” I squeal, sitting down and cuddling the panda close. “I’m going to name him Leslie.”

“Very funny.” Graham quips, trying hard not to smile but I can see the smirk beginning to tug at the corners of his mouth. I give the teddy bear another big squeeze, encouraging the smile to finally surface on Graham’s more than perfect face. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Who? Me or the bear?” I raise my eyebrows and he moves closer to me, bending down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. I grab him by his jacket and pull him closer, causing him to stumble a little and almost fall on top of me. He steadies his feet, kissing me again, his hand cupping my cheek. For a second it feels like we’re the only people there, until the screams of those on the dodgems pull us out of our private moment. We both jump at the sound, Graham’s cheeks turning slightly pink before he buries his face in my neck.

“Look at us snogging at the fair like a pair of teenagers.” He mumbles, his hair tickling my skin as he talks. I find his shoulders and push him to stand up straight, standing with him.

“Oh, let them stare! I’m not embarrassed and neither should you be.” I encourage, embracing him in a hug and fluttering kisses along his jaw. He squirms a little and complains about being ticklish, moving his head around to try and dodge me. He slips away and grabs the panda bear, throwing it onto his shoulders like a parent carrying their child, or a festival-goer balancing their drunken friend. I laugh, tossing our empty cans into the bin before linking my arm with his once again.

With a giant stuffed bear in tow, it becomes increasingly more difficult to get on rides and find somewhere safe to leave it. We settle on the ferris wheel, sitting beside one another with the panda facing us. Graham stays close, his arm wrapped tightly around me as we go up into the air and look down on the view of the funfair as well as the city around us. “Sorry we didn’t get to do much. Bloody stupid bear.” Graham scoffs, gesturing to the mountain of stuffing and fake fur occupying the opposite seat.

“I don’t mind. I’ve had a lovely time.” I rest my head on his shoulder, reaching over to hold his hand. His fingers entwine with mine, his thumb rubbing circles over the back of my hand as we listen to the faint sounds of the music below us. “I’m really glad we agreed to do date nights more regularly.”

“Me too, but I’m planning the next one. Preferably somewhere with fewer screaming people.”

“Here’s me thinking you enjoyed the company of overexcited strangers.” I joke, nuzzling my nose into his neck and inhaling the addictive scent of his cologne. He rubs his cheek against my head like a cat showing affection.

“I’d enjoy having you to myself much more.”

“Then it’s a date.” I giggle, kissing his cheek and feeling his short stubble tickle my upper lip. He turns his head for his lips to meet mine, kissing me as we both mumble “I love you”s against one another’s mouths.

Graham is the first to pull away, slouching in his seat and slipping his hand into my bag. He pulls out the camera and smiles at me. “How about we take that photo together now?”

[another-fantasy-world]

Hi! Can I request a part 2 to your Valkyrae imagine?

GIF isn’t mine. Credits to the owner!

Title: Idol’s Inspiration Part 2 

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rae x Fem! Reader

Summary: A collection of moments involving an idol and a streamer

Warnings: Cursing?. Just pure fluffiness

Word Count: 3,043 words

I had way too much ideas on this one so this is going to be a collection of said ideas. Have fun!

Actually, I saw someone on my dashboard asking for Rae x Reader imagines, so hi to that person!

You can read Part 1 Here

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You took a couple of days before you gathered the courage to actually message Rae, you also spent those couple of days staring at the paper containing her number and your phone, which also has her number punched in. 

“Okay. I just have to press send...” Your fingers hovered over the icon as you chewed your lips in nervousness.

“Oh damn it.” Luna groaned before snatching your phone and pressing send, barely giving you time to retaliate

“Hey!” You complained, staring at her in disbelief

“You were taking too long” She shrugged, sipping on her milkshake as she tossed your phone back to you

You only had time to roll your eyes before phone vibrated.

‘About time you texted me, I was beginning to think you forgot. Oh and totally, I could make a lobby for you rn’

‘Sounds good! I’m free this Friday!’

You smiled, well, looks like you’re playing with your favorite streamer group this Friday then.

-

Your bandmate Jace actually owns a gaming pc, to which you borrowed to play among us, which ended you up here, in his room, on a private discord call with Rae, her helping you set up for tomorrow.

“So is this your first time, ya know? Playing among us?” Rae asks as the download bar for the proximity chat

“Oh no. Uhm, My bandmates and I play all the time, sometimes on public lobbies and sometimes we drag our crew to play, especially while on the tour bus. Plus, I watch you scream and play all the time so you don’t have to worry about me Rachel” You explain, smiling softly at the memories, trying to ignore the feeling of content and satisfaction at how easy her name rolled out of your tongue

“That’s cool.” She replies, about to say something when a bark interrupts her

“Mika! Hi! Hi baby~” You hear her coo, your smile widening

“Raeeee! Tell Mika I said hi!” You chuckled

“Y/N says hi!” She says, running her hand through Mika’s fur, the white furball now sitting in her lap

“Awee~ You’re both so cute~” You coo, laughing when Rae hid herself behind Mika

You spent the night talking about random stuff, setting up for the game and running a test run with her, but then laughing when you realized you can’t play with just the both of you, ultimately deciding to start early tomorrow for a test run. Her also adding you to their discord before sleeping.

-

“My new favorite seafood!” You furrowed your brows when you heard Sykkuno’s voice fill your ears when you joined the discord call

“Shrimp.” Brooke giggled

“OOOOOHHH. So that’s why they were saying shrimp for Rae. I was like, what does that even mean?” Rae’s sentence caught you off guard, especially since you just tweeted that exact same phrase before logging in.

“shit.” You mumbled, having dropped the lid of the water jug you were drinking from.

“Y/N! HI HI HI HI” Rae greeted

“Hello.” You replied, a little overwhelmed at being the center of attention.

“Pfft- My chat is saying shrimp for Y/N now” Sykkuno announces

“Mine too” Brooke agrees, soon followed by the rest of the lobby, making you laugh

“I’m Sorry, Sorry! Actually, I may know why that’s happening. Fun fact! I actually gave people permission to shrimp for me on an interview, since I found it funny, especially since I’m also shrimping for someone.” You explained

“Oh yeah! I saw that clip.” Rae mumbles, trying to decide which color she should be in and what hat she should wear

“I wonder who Y/N is simping for. Hmmmm. Who could that be? Hmmmm.” Toast teases

“Yeaaah. I wonder who that could be.” Poki replies, her teasing tone much more evident

-

It had been a couple weeks now since you first played with Rae and her friends, her friends who are now also your friends. You were pressured to stream on YouTube by your fans and also Rae, who you now have late night talks with.

“Y/N! Hiiiiii!” You hear Rae as you rounded, soon followed my Corpse’s voice

“Choke me-” Corpse started

“LIKE U HEYT MEH BAT U LAB MEH-” Rae continued, mispronouncing words that made you chuckle

“Lowkey wanna date me when you hmm me.” You sang, connecting the wires

“NEW SONG! NEW SONG! Corpse and Coldify! C and C!” Rae exclaimed, her little red bean circling you and Corpse

“Oh yeah, definitely, Corpse? You up to it?” You ask, doing a little wiggle to show your excitement

“Hell yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he does that deep voice thing that made you flinch

-

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the sound of my voice.” Rae exclaims, talking to chat you assume.

You rolled your eyes, finding Rae’s voice beautiful. You jumped out of the vent, knowing that no one was around, making her scream

“Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let you know that your voice is actually beautiful and I would love to sing with you some time. That’s all, I’ll go back to killing now, Oh! you might want to check vitals, love.” You say, hopping back into the vent, laughing silently. Then abruptly stopping when you realized you called Rae “love”, glancing at the chat, who were now spamming your ship name with Rae

Seeing Lily alone, humming a tune, you quickly popped out of the vent, sliced him in half before a meeting was called, Ludwig finding Toast’s body.

“Before we start. I just want to say, to the person who called me “love”... You don’t get to call me that then run away!” She exclaims

“Sorry! I got embarrassed!” You pouted. You wiggled your eyebrows at your chat, smirking slightly

“Uh-huh. Oops, Sorry Lud. Carry On” Rae says, letting Lud explain his “Different Universe” theories about how Toast died.

-

“Heeeey...” Rae trailed out, her cornering you in storage

“Hiiii?” You smiled nervously. You don’t know what was happening in her mind

“Soooo... Babuska?” You immediately got what she was implying, nodding frantically, before realizing she couldn’t see you

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do this!” You both walked out, Rae on the lead while your white character trails after her

“OH LOOK! There’s Corpse! And Sykkuno! Hiiiiiii!” She greeted cheerily, somehow you could see the evil smile on her face

“oh- Oh. Hi Rae! We’re just shooting some space rocks here!” Sykkuno says, her green character circling Rae

“I see. I see... Babushka.” Rae states, you wait a couple of seconds letting Sykkuno and Corpse panic first, before slicing Corpse in half.

“OH JESUS! You killed Corpse! You killed him! You really kil-” He was cut off when Ash creeped behind him, biting his head off

“Thanks Ash.” You say, laughing as Rae gasped and laughed as well

-

“Rae~ Oh Rae~” You chuckled, looking for the brunette

“What?!” She exclaimed from her spot behind the seismic reactors

“Oh uhm, are you streaming right now?” You asked her, preparing yourself for what you are about to say.

“Uh yes? Duh?” 

“Ohkay... well, hypothetically, If I were to ask you out, is it okay if I do it on stream orrr?”

“Well, hypothetically, I would be fine with it either way, yes.”

“Oh okay!” You clear your throat

“Ms. Valkyrae, The Valkyrae, Rae, would you please grace me with your presence on this coming friday night and allow me to buy you dinner, m’lady?” You say in your best posh voice

“...Yes” She says in a small voice

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7!” You say

“Great! Okay”

“Great. I’ll kill you now.” you say

“Wait what?!” she exclaims, her scream perfectly cut when the victory sign flashes on your screen.

“THE AUDACITY! HOW DARE YOU! I- I CAN’T EVEN” She rages

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You apologized, laughing your ass off

-

“I’m on Y/N Protection Services! She’s been dying a lot lately!” Rae exclaims, you rolling your eyes at her dramatics, both of you were impostors.

“Well, thank you m’lady” You replied, faking gas

“Ooooooh! I have speci, come.” Rae says, her red character slicing toast nonchalantly when you passed him doing telescope

“Uhm-”

“Shh.” 

And suddenly, when the decontamination doors open, Poki emerged from it, panicking you killed her.

“Oh shit! No! Wait! I’m sorry! Pokiii!” You whined, following Rae into decontam

Finding Janet in Speci, You go to say hi, only to be interrupted by the body being found.

“OH NO! TOAST! He was just with me! OH JESUS!” Sykkuno exclaims, making you bite your lip to avoid laughing

“Where’s the body?” Jack asks

“Medbay, by the telescope” Brooke answers

“It has to be Y/N! She’s the only one who could’ve killed Toast!” Janet accused

“Hey! What?! Why me?!” you complained, 

“You came from upper decontam! Toast’s body is in medbay, That’s sus.” Janet says, you were about to defend yourself when Rae chimed in

“There is a possibility that Y/N is the impostor.” She states

“Wha?! RAE?! You- You were with me in speci!”

“What? No I wasn’t! You’re lying! I lost you when I was doing gas! I was looking for you everywhere!” Rae says making you look at chat with a pout

“I didn’t see her there either...” Janet backed her up

“Wha?! Guys?! Come on, let’s skip! There’s barely enough evidence!” You desperately say, trying to save yourself

In the end, 7 heads voted for you.

“...Y/N will remember this.” You state before being thrown off the ship, welcomed by Poki and Toast’s laughter

“Yeah. Yeah. Hmmpf.” you huffed at Poki and Toast

“My girlfriend just betrayed me. Rae betrayed me chat, she just, she pushed me off the plank. She just, watched as I burned in the lava. She kicks me out of her bed for Mika, and now she betrays me, then pushes me off the plank. Ohhh the pain” you dramatically say as you followed Rae, her returning to specimen

“Listen, chat, Y/N if you’re listening... That was payback for that one time you killed me behind reactor right after you asked me on a date! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked at your camera with an annoyed look in your face

But your smile slowly returns as Rae goes on a mass massacre making you both win without meetings, making you bounce in your seat, clapping

“Good Job Rae! That was so good! You successfully scared me, I might not sleep in your room now.” You teased her, making her gasp

-

“Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Hello everyone and welcome to the streeaam! Part 2. We are starting the playthrough of little nightmares 2- Hold on, Y/N’s calling.”

“Love?” Your voice rings out through Rae’s phone

“Hiii Baby! You’re on speaker” Rae states while looking at the game settings

“Oh. Well Hi chat! Anyways, Mcdonalds? I’m 5 minutes away, don’t start little nightmares yet, come on.” You whined

“Oh you big baby, I wasn’t starting without you.” Rae laughs

“Liar, I was watching your stream.” You deadpanned

“Pshh. Pshh! But yeah, Mcdonald’s fine. And hurry up! I wanna play!”

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll be there with your chimkin nuggies” 

-

“Baby?” You knocked on her door, even after all the months that you have been together, you always knocked on her door before entering, incase she was doing something.

“Come in love! Perfect timing.” You open the door to see your girlfriend playing with Mika, Little Nightmares 2 plastered on the screen. You approached her and kissed her forehead

“Hi Babe. Hi chat! How are you guys doing? Hold on, let me set this down.” You say, arranging the food on Rae’s desk, careful not to spill anything

“Are we ready? Baby, grab your chair. Are we ready? Are we ready? I’m so excited!” The excitement in her eyes is making you smile

“Oh she’s excited alright, she wouldn’t shut up about it chat. Trust me” You chuckled.

“Will there be a lot of screaming? Rae?” You read chat

“Uhm. Hopefully not, I don’t know dude. Can’t control my screams.”

-

“A Shoe!” Rae gasps

“Baby, there’s literally hanging kids dangling in a net and the first thing you notice is the shoe?” You looked at her in disbelief

“Oh. What happened to you guys? Stinkyy. Oooooh. Physics!” You bit your lip and shook your head at your girlfriend’s antics

“Y/N, I feel comfort when I hold this shoe.”

“Ouch. Are you saying I’m not comforting you? Rude.”

“Stop trolling!” She says, turning to you as you held up a fry

She raises her eyebrows before biting the whole fry, along with your finger.

“Ouch! Damn it Rae! You’re like a chihuahua”

“Owa Owa.” 

-

“I’m sorry. OUWGHH?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PALAMPARAMPARAMPARAMPALAMPRAMPRAMPRAM! SHE’S COMING!”

“RAE! RUN! RAE! RAE! RAE! HOOOOLY SHIT! RAE! RAE! RACHEL RUN! RACHEL! RUUUN!” You panic, gripping her thigh as the teacher neck elongated, following your little character into the vents

“SHE DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T CARE! PLEASE?!” 

A moment of silence pass the both of you as the character Rae’s controlling gets to safety. Rae slowly turns to meet your eyes, and bursts out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh at her

“OH OKAY? Like you weren’t screaming for me to run.” She says then proceeds to repeat what you said while in a panic, making you laugh harder

“Sorry for screaming, it’s just really gross and unexpected.” She says sheepishly to her chat, which was now spamming ‘HAHAHA’ and ‘Damn how long is that neck’

-

“So, this question is directed to Ms. Y/N.” The interviewer moves his body to face you.

“Yes?” You smiled, guessing that this must be about you and Rae

“How are you feeling about your pictures trending on Twitter worldwide?” he asks, a smile on his face as the pictures flashed on the large screen behind you

“Ahm, it’s really great. A lot of hard work was put into that photoshoot, mostly because my girlfriend, Rae refused to put on the dress and was attached to the suit she’s wearing right there. God, she looks so beautiful. Uhm, but anyways, it took a lot of effort to get her out of that suit. ” You grinned

“Ahh. I recognize that look, Makes me remember about my wife and I. You’re so smitten. Can I just say that I ship you guys so hard.” The interviewer says

“Ah- Thank you. Hehe.” You say, embarrassed but proud

“While were on this topic of trending pictures, Can you guys explain whatever these pictures are? I’m pretty sure your fans already know what these are. But an explanation would be nice” The interviewer now addressed your whole group

“Well, considering that Y/N is dating Rae, Luna is dating Sykkuno and Jace is dating Imane, or Poki,  Okay, so there’s this AU that’s around their community where they are mafia’s and we’re all members now. We all joked about being apart of their mafia, to which they agreed. So now Rae and Y/N are now the assassin duo, Poki and Jace are their supervisors and Luna, Sykkuno and Corpse are the deadly trio” Sebastian explains

“Their community is so creative I swear. And combined with our fandom, the fanarts and fanfictions are the best.” Luna says, a smile present on her face

“And yes, we all do read fanfiction, in multiple platforms.” You laughed, the live audience gasping in surprise

“None of you are safe.” Jace says in a playful intimidating voice

-

“Okay, I’m gonna get off. Thank you for watching. I’ll see you guys later, thanks for watching, I hope you guys enjoyed the stream. Uhmm. Appreciate you guys. Byeee!” you hear Rae end her stream from your spot in her bed.

“Hunter x Hunter? or AOT?” you ask her as you put your phone in silent and set it aside, opening your arms for her.

She crawls into your side, cuddling you while groaning lightly.

“Do you wanna take a bath first? Or do you wanna eat dinner? Maybe take a nap first? You’ve been streaming for 13 hours baby, your eyes are probably tired now.” You say, running your free hand through her hair

“Naps and cuddles please.” she mumbles, her head buried in the crook of your neck

“Okay baby, I’ll just put AOT on, oh wait. Hmm, Jujutsu Kaisen sounds great right now. No, wait even better, Ouran Highschool Host Club.” You go to turn your head to ask Rae, but you see her asleep. 

You chuckle quietly, knowing Rae, she can overwork herself, sit on a chair for 13 hours, playing various video games, while you really can’t see yourself play videogames for 13 hours straight, you admire that she has the patience and energy to do that.

Smiling, you lower the volume of the Anime that you’re watching, slowly pull the blankets up as Rae shifts closer to you, clinging like a koala. Mika jumps up and settles in between the two of you, Your smile widens at the feel of things, the calmness, the silence, the tranquility and the sense of home, something that only Rae can provide. Something that you have been looking for ever since your career took off. The constant trips to the studio, the paparazzi, the world tours, the concerts, the interviews, everything, everything was worth it when you know you’re coming home to her. 

You didn’t even know how you got to where you are now, cuddled into Rae, the comfort streamer you never thought you would meet, even when you mostly stayed where she stayed... Dating her was a dream, you didn’t believe it at first, she quickly proved that dream theory wrong when she kissed you, under the rain. As cliché as it seems, that was the day you both silently agreed to never let go of each other and take care of each other even if the other is half way across the world.

Even if dating her means also dating her room mates and her chat...

You would never trade it for anything. 

Even if you knew she would scream her ears off once she knows that you have a whole album that’s inspired and dedicated to her.

[blu-joons]

DATING SHINee A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Taemin

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Taemin isn’t someone who can talk a lot about his feelings, so he’ll often let his affection do the talking. You can often tell a lot about how he’s feeling just by the way that he holds you or if he decides to give you a bit of space.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you met through mutual friends as the introverts at the party. Whilst everyone else was loud and boisterous, the two of you tended to just take a seat at the back and watch the others. Throughout the night, you bonded about how much quieter the two of you were, and soon a strong friendship formed between you both.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

A lot of work went into Taemin’s confession, he had a good talk with the other members before confessing to you so that they could give him plenty of advice. They knew he wasn’t as good a talker as some of the others, so they gave him the chance to have a bit of practice. When it finally came to confessing to you, Taemin was incredibly nervous, he didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing and end up screwing things up. Luckily for him, and you though, everything went perfectly, and his confession was smooth.

D ⇴ DATES

Taemin spent a lot of time working on his solo stuff when he wasn’t with SHInee or SuperM, so your dates were usually quite limited. He tended to invite you to the studio for dates, even it just meant that the two of you had an hour together. Taemin loved to sit you down and show you what he was working on, even giving you a few spoilers if he wanted to. You’d usually end up sticking around whilst he continued to work, just to keep him company, tending to fall asleep and leave him to wake you whenever he was done.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

He wasn’t blind to what being in a relationship as an idol meant, he learnt a lot from filming We Got Married that he really put into practice with you. He was very protective of you and wanted to make sure that he kept you safe, he’d seen too many of his friends have their relationships destroyed to allow for the same to happen to the two of you. Whilst he had never experienced a relationship in the limelight himself before, he worked hard to learn from others, so he knew exactly what to do when the time came for him.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

When the two of you argued, Taemin would get very quiet. He wasn’t someone who shouted or raised his voice, in fact, he tended to do the complete opposite and just let you offload on him. If he really feels like he has to stand his ground though, he will. Petty arguments really aren’t his thing, if he thinks you’re being ridiculous or overdramatic, he won’t be afraid to tell you and encourage you to rethink what you’re trying to cause an argument about. He’s not one for games, and even when the two of you argue, he won’t allow himself to be messed around or bashed when he knows that he’s done nothing wrong.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Finding the time in amongst his schedule to meet his family was almost impossible, so you tended to bond over calls whenever Taemin rang. They loved getting to know you and seeing the dynamic that the two of you had built up together, but best of all, they loved being able to see Taemin’s huge smile with you.

H ⇴ HOME

It didn’t take long for Taemin to encourage you to move into his home. He was like an excitable kid when he started dating you, he wanted you around as much as possible, the perfect relationship. The first morning he woke up without you tore him apart, and he knew that wasn’t something he wanted to go back to now that he had you.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

The first ‘I love you,’ actually came from Taemin in one of his songs. When he told you that he’d dedicated a song to you, you were definitely a little surprised, but as you listened to the lyrics, those three special words were the last of the song. You asked him about it straight away, thinking that you’d misheard, only for him to tell you once again that he loved you.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

If someone was causing him to get jealous, Taemin wasn’t afraid to call whoever the person was out on it. Again, he doesn’t play games, and he won’t stand back and let someone get too close to your or allow someone to try and wind him up. It often surprises you when he gets into one of his jealous moods as he’ll become quite sharp and blunt until whoever is causing the problem has got the hint that they’re not welcome. It definitely brings a smile to your face seeing just possessive he can get of you at times.

K ⇴ KIDS

Just the thought of settling down with you forever was enough to put a smile on Taemin’s face, he knew there was no one else that he wanted to spend forever with. It wasn’t just kids that he imagined with you, he often found himself thinking about how the two of you would grow old together and where you’d live, even as far as where his career would end up with you and your young family supporting him.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Any day with Taemin is bound to put a smile on your face, he is the embodiment of chaos. He’s clumsy and messy, but somehow you wouldn’t have him any other way. He’ll often hear you sniggering at him when he bumps his hip against a table or accidentally knocks over the glass that he’s drinking from. As much as it hurts, knowing that it’s put a smile on your face will make the pain much more bearable for him, even if he will attack your sides afterwards for ever laughing at him when he clumsily falls.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being away from you is hard on Taemin, it was something he thought would get easier, but actually, it only ever got harder for him. He was away a lot on several different promotions, and as much as he’d try and have you there with him, it wasn’t always possible. When he was away, he’d arrange date nights for the two of you at least once a week, he’d pick a time that worked with both of your time zones so that the two of you could sit and have a call without any disturbances. It was the only thing that kept his mind focussed, having just a short amount of time with you was very precious when he was away from home.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

He loved to just call you ‘love,’ he loved the traditionalism of the word and the smile it always put on your face. For you, he’d often either be ‘tae,’ or ‘min,’ if you ever called him by his full name then he was in trouble.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Taemin is obsessed with your hands, he loves to be able to either hold your hand or feel your hand tracing around his body and exploring his toned physique.

P ⇴ PDA

If there’s one thing that is a big no for Taemin, it’s public affection. He’s quite quiet and reserved at the best of times, but that is especially the case when it comes to your relationship, he will hate for anyone to have their attention on you, he likes to keep the two of you as private as possible and out of the limelight.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

You’ll often be the one asking questions, as Taemin loves to daydream. You’ll wave your hand in front of his face often to bring him back into reality, and when you ask him what he was dreaming about, he’ll never remember.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Because you spent so much time at the studio with Taemin, he ended up having a whole drawer in his desk dedicated to you. It had hairbands, toothbrushes, cutlery, everything that you could ever need inside. Whenever you complained that you needed a tissue or some balm, all Taemin had to do was pull the drawer back and reach inside, and then whatever it was that you wanted would coincidentally appear in front of you.

S ⇴ SEX

He’s very much a passionate guy, he loves the heat of the moment and the intimacy that comes with being so close together. He’s not good with words, so he uses this time a lot to physically be able to prove to you how much he loves you. He always takes the best care of you, and Taemin is definitely the king of after care, he’ll cuddle you tightly and always make sure that you’re comfortable and got what you need.

T ⇴ TEXTS

When he’s away especially, he relies on texts a lot. He’ll often send you updates on what he’s doing throughout his day and will expect the same from you too so he can feel like he’s at home alongside you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

The best thing about being in a relationship with you, for Taemin, was that he always had someone beside him. Whilst he had plenty of people around him, at a distance, you were the one that he let all the way in.

V ⇴ VACATION

If he ever got the chance to go on holiday, he’d definitely make the most of it. Somewhere hot, and somewhere quiet was all that Taemin wanted. He loved to just be able to sit back and relax you for a short while without anyone ringing his phone or anyone at the office demanding that he head down as soon as possible.

W ⇴ WHINING

You’d usually only ever hear Taemin groan when he broke something, he’d cry out in frustration which would only end up making you laugh loudly.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Taemin knew that you were a big fan of his lips, and he would definitely use that to his advantage. If he wanted something from you, he’d use his lips to get what he wanted from you. He’d often come up behind you and press his lips against your cheek, murmuring in your ear exactly what he wanted. As much as you hated that he could push your buttons with his lips, you never turned down a kiss that came from Taemin.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his soulmate, the person that he held closest to his heart.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He would always be incredibly cuddly when the two of you slept, he loved to have you close. His favourite feeling when he fell asleep was when you’d run your hands through his hair and tug gently through the knots.

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Masterlist

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

Ya know, I truly hope Miss Renesmee Carlie Cullen fully dedicates herself to just....being as out there and iconic as possible

first things first- ANYTHING with the loch ness monster on it, she owns. Posters, shirts, jackets, shoes, folders, buttons, iron-ons, there is always at least 5 pieces of Nessie merch on her at all times

once she gets old enough to start high school, the cover story is her and Edward are siblings that Carlisle and Esme took in, and sometimes her classmates will ask her what her biological parents were like and she will flat out be like 'oh, they're vampires' and Edward and Bella are like. 5 feet away trying not to scream

every Halloween she'll show up to school in an elaborate Nosferatu costume

goes out of her way to photobomb people in increasingly ridiculous ways so there will Always be a photographic record of her and in like 100 years she can get a huge kick out of teens on the internet trying to make a conspiracy about her

joins as many school clubs as she can, even if she has no interest in them- she just Really wants a concrete record of herself to exist lmao

ICONIC at school theater though. One of those demon theater kids that come to rehearsal purely to cause chaos and nothing else, but her voice is incredible so she secures every lead. One time she somehow managed to star in a show while also playing in the school band for it- her classmates still have no idea how she pulled it off

Always brings blood out in public in a CLEAR THERMOS and it stresses her family out so much but everyone else thinks she's just like, weirdly into tomato juice so the Cullens can't stop her

to everyone's surprise...her biggest chaos enabler is Jasper lmao. everyone thought he'd be a logical, responsible uncle but they're just. A Problem together. He'll 100% assist her in any prank she wants to pull, he gets her fake id's when she wants to sneak into a club with friends, he bails her out of jail without telling her parents, they figured out if she gets high and he reads her feelings he'll get high too and it's. So fucking funny.

she's always carrying some random instrument around school- like for a while it's a guitar or a harmonica, fine, but then she'll start lugging a cello around, a tuba (she doesn't even play, she stole it off a guy who was annoying her) and it escalates until one day she's wheeling a piano around the building. no one's even sure how she got in in the doors of the school. She keeps running kids over in the hallway with it

You know the Catherine Tate Lauren Cooper skit with David Tennant? Where she's being a terrible student and then perfectly recites Shakespeare? 100% Nessie

when she starts getting dates Jacob keeps trying to wing man and be over supportive and give her a ton of girl advice and it's embarrassing as hell so one day when he was on a spiel about How To Woo A Lady she looks him in the eyes and goes 'oh really? did that work on my mom?' and the Cullens fucking LOSE IT. Jacob had to go live in the woods for a few days because he couldn't cope

Emmet and Jasper: arrive to school in their jeep. Rose and Alice: arrive in a convertible. Edward: arrives in his dumb volvo. Bella and Jake: arrive to school on motorcycles. Nessie: arrives to school on a unicycle while juggling

one year she ended up getting nominated for prom queen and Edward read the minds of the teachers tallying the votes so he knew she won and he and Bella were so excited!! they're like we're gonna take so many pictures of our baby looking like a princess! And then she emerges from her room, actually drenched in pigs blood. Like she just did it to herself and went to the dance and accepted her crown like that

she regularly commits crimes against fashion. If she comes out of her room and sees Alice contemplating turning herself over to the Volturi, she KNOWS she's picked a great look

somehow gets ahold of Aro's cell number and sends him selfies of her blatantly breaking vampire laws captioned 'whatcha gonna do'. he keeps blocking her but she keeps managing to get through to him somehow

she illegally sells soda out of her locker and does people's homework for cash, while also paying other people to do her homework for her. she organizes every single senior prank. she's never gotten a detention in her whole immortal life because every teacher just Adores her for some reason

had 100% used her powers for deserved evil before. Like, if someone's being a dick at school, she'll sneak into their room at night and give them nightmarea threatening them to be a better person lol

sometimes she'll show up at the hospital unannounced and ask Carlisle, in front of his coworkers, 'yo can I raid the blood bank?'

her bedroom looks like a library. every wall, floor to ceiling books.

she's been publishing trashy romance novels under a fake name for almost 40 years now and no one in her family knows

one birthday Jacob takes her on a trip to vegas and they get wasted, at some point they were laughing about how ridiculous their lives are and they're like 'wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if we had a baby'. they then black out, hangover style, and wake up like a week later with a payment on her card to a fertility clinic. Jacob's like 😱 and Ness is just like 'you get to be the one to explain this to my parents'

Their kid is absolutely hilarious, they were correct, and at some point they realized 'wait...drinks blood..doesn't sparkle...can shape shift...we've somehow created a classic pop culture vampire' lmao

Edward had to threaten them to get them to not name the kid Vladimir

Also to be clear: Nessie and Jacob have the EXACT same dynamic as Will and Grace. that's canon.

says its her goal to star in a live action all female production of mamma mia and Carlisle is like 'honey you know you can't do anything on broadway or in hollywood' and she's like, 'no, in real life. I'm gonna go to greece and attract a bunch of women with abba songs' and he's like,,,,,ah

she loves all music but she goes out of her way to Only play stuff she knows Edward hates lmao

one day she remembers she doesn't need to breathe and can see under water and just. books herself a ticket to scotland and Finds The Loch Ness Monster

she actually personally finds a lot of monsters and cryptids like her hybrid aura just attracts all kind of weird shit and she LOVES it. She stops writing trashy romance novels and starts writing autobiographies of her traveling and hanging out with paranormal beings and everyone just assumes its fiction so she becomes a best selling fantasy author lmao

100% she's very into witchy stuff and only like...half in a trendy way. She's like what if on top of everything I've got going on I can cast spells? Think I deserve that power

when she's a couple decades old she catches Edward looking grossed out one day and she asks him what's up and he's like 'I really dont need to hear what creepy teachers think about my daughter' and she's like. oh. Dad we are gonna get SO MANY pedophiles arrested shdndjdn she gets him to expose teachers and she baits them then calls the police. queen.

She finds out she can get tattoos but they fade completely out of her skin within 5 years so she's always getting crazy tats

posts selfies on social media of her just like. hanging out with mountain lions or chilling on top of the space needle. her classmates think they're all photoshopped obvi but it drives her family insane

imagine you're 15 and you're on a nice hike in the woods and you come across your one classmate half naked, sacrificing a bear in some ritual, blood dripping down her face, bigfoot chilling on the rocks behind her filming the ritual on her phone...like on one hand, what would you do, but on the other hand. you've known this girl for a bit and you aren't surprised at all

anyway. stan Nessie Cullen.

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

Things about Fred Weasley that keep me up at night

Nsfw warning here.

Also I have no idea why I have a thing for Fred. I mean honestly. Why am I like this?

Long haired Fred weasley

That's it.

That's the first point.

He never died.

There was no fucking reason for Fred to die.

Jk rowling wanted to know "Hmmm... What does writing angst feel like?" And killed off a random character

In my head he still alive

I can see him having a crush on this one girl who plays quidditch.

But he doesn't form that crush until he sees her covered in mud and grass and you're just standing there like "Guys... I did a thing"

I specifically can picture him with a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw.

I can vividly imagine him pulling a prank with a girl and having a moment where they hide in a small space with a finger over your lips

I can picture him kissing you for the first time after a hogsmeade trip and practically skipping to his common room.

Is it weird that I can imagine making out with this dude?

Like he most definitely is the type to be like "oh, I'll help you study" and then be the biggest fucking distraction to you

I can literally imagine him kissing this girl and him being like "mmm... Number five is wrong by the way" and then going back to doing something normal while she sits there like "you little shit"

Molly definitely loves you.

You just know she sends you sweaters for Christmas

Fred is calmer with you around

But not by much

Ron actually doesn't dislike you, he thinks you're cool

Especially after you save his ass from detention multiple times.

Whenever you'd get detention Fred would do something equally stupid to end up with you.

Detention make out sessions

I honest to God think he lost his virginity in the fifth year or sixth year.

I strongly believe he loves gratifying his girlfriend during sex.

I can actually imagine him saying: "You're doing beautifully Princess, just like that"

He definitely doesn't mind restraining you.

Definitely has held back your hands a couple of times

Top.

No arguments. He's a top.

Fred definitely is not against teasing a girl in public.

He has definitely fingered a girl underneath a table a few times.

He only does it though when he knows he can't get caught.

He's definitely figured out how to go through those fucking charms in the dorm rooms

He's definitely somewhat of an inside joke for your house.

"Where's Fred?" ".... He's doing... Things." "Is that Y/n's nickname now?"

He definitely loves to call you Princess during the DEVIL'S TANGO

That or Love.

His most common thing for him to do is to literally make you speechless, practically begging for him

And then ask you to speak.

He'd say "Words Princess, what do you want?"

And you'd be a complete disaster because your brain.exe has stopped working completely.

I don't know why I have so many headcanons about this man and sex. But I do.

Would it surprise you to hear me say I actually prefer Draco despite the fact I can barely muster a dirty thought about him?

I can imagine him just watching a girl from across the room and smiling to himself because she's his girlfriend.

I can perfectly imagine him sitting in on the couch in the gryffindor common room and just holding his girlfriend while she reads or talks to him.

Pranks are definitely a necessity in this relationship.

Come on have a little sense of humor

I could see him dating a hardass. But I feel like eventually his girlfriend would crack and he'd end up doing a prank with you.

He definitely is protective

He's not jealous though.

He trusts you.

But if a guy does try anything he'd kick the PDA up like six notches and basically make out with you until he leaves.

Stargazing dates are definitely a thing. Don't try to change my mind because I can literally picture him having this one spot in the burrow where he'll go to be alone

Course he's brought you there a couple of times and you both just sit out under the stars and you'd tell him what constellation he's looking at.

He definitely loves it when you're really smart and passionate for learning.

He gets to see you get all excited before class like "OH I KNOW THIS!"

After you graduate you most definitely work in the shop with Fred and George

Sometimes the boys swear you're the reason they're successful.

Like my God you're good at your job.

I can picture Fred and his girlfriend on a slow day, you sitting on the counter eating some sort of candy while talking to Fred and George

I can also picture Fred sneaking a few looks at your ass while you're working.

George teasing his brother because his so called "subtle glance" is more just staring and drooling

You know this. And you continue to do things on purpose that you know will drive the man insane.

I can perfect imagine a romantic night where there's a record player and you two just sway to a slow song, listening to each other's breathing.

Hear me out: I think the man smells like coffee, honey and popcorn.

It's just the vibe he gives off.

Like does that make sense-- I feel like it makes sense.

He definitely loves to hear you hum to yourself

He sings off key in front of people

But I have this strange idea that he actually can sing

George however? Tone deaf. Ears will bleed.

I love to imagine him dancing with you and singing in your ear.

I can literally just imagine this.

He definitely does goofy shit to cheer you up if you're ever upset

Like terrible terrible dancing.

His go to goofy dance move is the sprinkler

With sound effects

Jazzercize.

He will do fucking jazzercise to get you to smile.

He'll definitely fall on his ass

But he'll quickly get back up and keep going making you laugh harder.

[brandybradyrandyandyndy]

Mark Forster's role in the Ace Attorney franchise

Okay, first off:

I'm not a fan of Mark Forster's music, please don't take this post the wrong way

There might be some aa trilogy spoilers

Also, I admit this title is pretty bold for what I'm going to say on this topic, but I watch The Voice of Germany with my sister every week and one of the coaches is Mark Forster who I only know like five songs of in total, but his song "Au Revoir" (which is actually a terrible song btw. It's so catchy, I've had it stuck in my head since I woke up this morning and it ruined my day.) kind of reminded me of the whole "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death." thing, because the only thing I knew about this song was the refrain:

which would be roughly translated to:

"There is nothing that's holding me back, au revoir / Forget who I was / Forget my name / It will never be the way it was before / I'm off / Au revoir"

But as I looked further into the lyrics I found out there is a "rap part" which tells you about the places the lyrical I will go to when they're away and it contains a passage that adds a beautiful twist to my theory/headcanon (I'm not sure what to call this yet).

"I'm sitting on the Mayan throne in the jungle / [...] / The phoenix is taking off now"

You see where I'm going with this? I know, it's not Phoenix who's leaving and I know the lyrics refer to the Maya Civilization from Mesoamerica, but I thought it was a funny coincidence, that not only does the word "Phoenix" appear in the lyrics of this song, but so does "Maya".

So when I first saw this part of "Au Revoir", I started imagining how Miles Edgeworth would listen to this song and like dramatically sing along to it and start crying or something, but this only posed another question:

How could this scenario happen? How and why would he even come in contact with this song?

My first guess was, Miles probably went to Germany after he left his note, because he grew up there (I think), when he had been adopted by Manfred von Karma as a child, and he heard the song somewhere in the radio because in Germany they blast Mark Forster's music in almost every public space, so there is no escape from it ever. I tried to find out, during which timespan Miles left America, just to make sure if there was a chance that he actually could have heard it on the radio.

In the Ace Attorney wiki this timespan isn't clearly mentioned, but since the last case (Rise from the Ashes) from the first game is set in February 2017 and Edgeworth returns to America in March 2018 I'm guessing, this is exactly the time window in which he's in Germany* (minus some days/weeks of course, because I don't think he'd just leave on the exact same day he had his last trial in America). *to make this easier for me I'm just assuming he spends the entirety of his travels in Germany

But this brings me to my problem, the German Charts of 2017/2018.

As you can see, the only songs by Mark Forster that were in the charts while Miles would be in Germany are the ones above. This means that it is highly unlikely that he knew of "Au Revoir" from the radio, because why would they play this old song if they could also play Mark Forster's more recent songs that are popular right now?

But when exactly was "Au Revoir" popular enough to be in the German Charts?

During my research I looked up these years, too, and it came down to 2014 (the year "Au Revoir" was released) and even a year later in 2015. So there is no way he could have known of this song if his most recent stay in Germany was in 2017, right? (I mean, unless the German people he met then, had literally no taste and forced him to listen to it.)

But I have a pretty simple and logical explanation on how he could have still known of this song, even though he probably wouldn't have heard it in Germany in 2017.

I tried really hard, but I couldn't for my life find real data on Mark Forster's demographic, so just believe me if I tell you that his demographic is mostly preteen and teenage girls. Also, it's worth mentioning that Mark Forster's music is pretty much only known in German speaking countries like Germany, Switzerland and Austria. Now, let's take a closer look at the years, in which Au Revoir was most popular: 2014 and 2015

Who could Miles Edgeworth possibly know, who in 2014/2015 is 1. German, 2. a teenager and 3. a girl? The answer is quite obvious:

His younger sister Franziska von Karma.

Considering that she was either 14 or 15 when "Au Revoir" was released, she fits Mark Forster's demographic perfectly and although I'm not 100% sure if she was in Germany then, I still believe, she must have had at least some connection to Germany in some way, maybe a German friend who she still was in contact with or maybe she had access to German tv, maybe German YouTube channels or social media. And don't get me wrong, I love Franziska von Karma and I wouldn't wish anything bad on her, but at the same time I strongly believe that she'd be the kind of girl who'd have gone through a Mark Forster phase as a teen.

Now remember that I, myself, have a sister. I know what siblings do to annoy each other and I just know from the bottom of my heart that if Franziska really was a fan of Mark Forster's music, she would blast it on any opportunity she'd get. Or she would at least talk about him and his songs with her brother. Believe me. If Franziska really listened to Mark Forster, Miles would have known of him, too. There is literally no other way. (For reference, I know every 1D member's name, birthday and relationship status, although I literally do not care about any of them at all, only because my sister is obsessed with them and talks about them 24/7. Meanwhile the only MCR member I know, is Gerard Way, even though I listen to their music on the daily.)

So here is my conclusion.

Miles Edgeworth definitely listened to "Au Revoir" by Mark Forster on the plane from Japanifornia to Germany and he also definitely cried, after he made sure nobody could see him (especially during the part "Der Phönix macht jetz 'n Abflug"/"The phoenix is taking off now"). Also, he probably listened to the song multiple times during his stay in Germany and you literally can't prove me wrong on this. I mean you could try, but I invested way too much of my time in this to actually care about another person's opinion on my shitty headcanon.

Also, the moment Franziska met Phoenix and Maya, her memories vaulted her right back to her Mark Forster phase and her hatred against Phoenix wasn't solely based on the fact that he was accountable for the conviction of her father Manfred von Karma, her hatred was also ignited by the fact that she probably had "Au Revoir" stuck in her head because of these two for the rest of the day and I just know that this must have completely ruined it for her.

Also, unrelated to anything I've said prior:

Klavier Gavin would definitely collaborate with Mark Forster on at least one song and however severe Franziska's Mark Forster phase might have been, I am convinced Klavier would have outdone her by far. I haven't played AJAA yet, but as much as I've gathered from the fandom, he's like a weeaboo but with Germany, I think? I'm absolutely sure, he wouldn't ever miss a chance like this.

Finally, here is the song this whole post is about:

[thirstystarkey]

Bass Players 🦋 Rudy Pankow AU

Prompt: Y/N is forced by her best friends to attend the most desired underground rock band, against her will she goes. But what happens when she gets stuck with one of the band members? Will she discover the why they say bass players have the best fingers or will she just ignore him?

Warnings: mention of drugs and alcohol, sex, various kinks including choking, overstimulation, public sex, this is just another script for pornhub tbh

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN, IF YOU WANT TO SEND ME ANY BLURB OR PROMPT ABOUT THIS TROPE (y/n x rockstar!rudy) IM MORE THAN WILLING TO DO IT, LOVE YOU ALL 🥰💞✨

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It all started when her roommates, who were also Y/N’s best friends, decided it was a perfect idea to attend a sweaty dirty concert just to droll over some dumbasses with good voices and cute faces. Y/N wasn’t in the mood to be stuck all night in the middle of drunk young adults but it was too late now, since her friends had already dragged her to the venue, the least she could do now was to enjoy herself as much as she possible could.

That of course until something went wrong, Y/N got separated from her friends during the last two songs and with the crazy crowd it was nearly impossible to find them again so she decided she was more than done for today. Her feet hurted from being stepped on and her head was killing her beside she smelled like a mixture of her own perfume and smoke.

As Y/N walked away from the crowd she could still hear them scream for the other band in line who was almost ready to enter the stage. Honestly she had absolutely no idea where she was going but it didn’t stopped her from trying to escape.

Y/N found a dark corridor, lighted up with blue lights where a few poster and guitars where hanged up on the walls so she followed it, in hopes it would lead her to the main exit, but when she was just passing by the middle something hit her head with such force that she fell backwards into the ground.

“What the fuck.” That was the first thing that came out of her annoyed mouth, both brows frown together as her head spinned.

“Oh my god, oh no oh shit.” Y/N heard a male voice speak, in panic, assuming it was the cause of her fall but she couldn’t bother in opening her eyes.

Once Y/N opened her eyes and saw the famous bassist Rudy Pankow in front of her, her the first reaction was to roll her eyes. He had changed into a black tshirt and his hair was wet all over the place, probably he showered after his show. Which made her think, was she roaming for that long? The night couldn’t get worse.

“Are you okay?” He asked, kneeling in front of her. Y/N was supporting her body in her forearms. When she opened her mouth to speak Rudy panicked again and placed his hand over her mouth, in fear she would scream and bring attention to him. “Please don’t scream!” He begged in a yell whisper.

“Get your disgusting hands off my face, I’m not going to scream you conceited ass.” Y/N chided pushing him off of her.

“Feisty one I see.” Rudy looked at her, up and down but before he could say anything loud screams interrupted him.

Out of other option the bassist grabbed Y/N’s hands pulling her back on her feet as he entered a room, that a few seconds later Y/N recognized as the males bathroom. She was more than done with the situation, rage was visible on her pupils as the screams pierced her ears.

“Ugh, fuck me.” Y/N whispered to herself, banging her head in the wall. At least it didn’t smelled like piss.

“Let me at least buy you dinner first.” Rudy joked and Y/N glared at him.

“This isn’t funny.” The girl sighed very frustrated. “And can you please give me room to breath?” She added while she pushed him away.

“Oh I’m so sorry miss, I think I forgot we are in a bathroom stall, next time I’ll find us a luxurious suite.” Rudy ironized.

“You aren’t funny and I don’t give a single fuck about your crazy fans so I’m leaving.” Snorted Y/N unlocking the door from the bathroom stall.

“You can’t leave. If anyone sees you leave and I follow I’m fucking dead with rumors and questions about “this mystery girl” He said with a loud frustrated groan. “Do you want to be that mystery girl?”

“I wanna go back to my normal life, so if you excuse me, I’m leaving.”

The moment Y/N tried to step outside the other door opened up and three blonde girls walked in like they were looking for something, or better, they looked like they were looking for water in the middle of the dessert and by dessert it reads the band members.

Rudy quickly pulled Y/N back into the stall with him before the other girls could find them, this time trapping her between his muscly arms back against the door, their luck was that the doors were long enough that from that outside no one could tell how many people where inside, because even if Y/N thought that the other girls looked dumb as hell they sure knew how to count until 4.

Y/N tried to speak but again Rudy placed his hand over her mouth tightly, making her stay silent until it was safe, but this time it was different. Their bodies were pressed so firmly against each other that Y/N could feel all of his muscles against her body and her breasts where pressed against his chest and her legs were trapped between his.

They both glared at each other, madly, Rudy just wanted her to stay quiet but every atom in her wanted to scream from the top of her lungs about how he thought he was the shit, sure Y/N couldn’t deny he was hot and that having his hand so close to her throat did made her wonder about other things but still he was an arrogant piece of shit and she was beyond mad and worried about her friends and how she would get home.

She tried to speak but everything came muffled due to his hand so she decided to bite his fingers, he immediately moaned in pain waving his hand trying to ease the stinging pain.

“You can’t stay quiet can’t you?” He whispered, done with her, in Y/N’s ear as he watched the skin of her neck shiver.

“Fuck you.” Y/N said looking straight at his eyes.

As they could hear the girls talk perfectly about the band Y/N made disgusted faces at their comments, especially the ones about Rudy, which made him boil he just didn’t understood why she didn’t like him. Everyone did.

“You know what they say about bass players right? Oh my god I just wish he did the same to me, fucking ruin me.” One of the girls said as they walked to the exist, Y/N cheeks automatically turned red as she tried to play it off by sticking her tongue out as if she was vomiting.

When the girls finally left Rudy pressed her even more to the bathroom stall door, he looked down at her, taking in her beautiful features.

“Can I go now?” Y/N questioned tapping her toe. Talking with him so close to her was difficult.

“Why don’t you like me?” He ignored her question.

“Oh for fucks sakes.” Y/N whined pushing him off, he sat in he toilet waiting for an answer. “Look it’s not like I hate you or something, your band is kinda good but I don’t know you so I can’t like you nor be obsessed over someone I don’t know!” Y/N explained to him like Rudy was a little child as she maneuver her hands in the her frenetically.

“So what you’re saying is if you knew me you would be crazy about me?” He teased her.

“In your dreams rockstar.” Y/N rolled her eyes trying to to laugh while she turned on her back to unlock the door but to her surprise it didn’t do anything. “Oh no.” She cried out in a whisper. “The door is locked.” Y/N stated looking at him. Rudy stood up quickly and in one small step his body was already closer to hers.

“Yes smartass, you just unlock it.” He said, without a doubt. “Or maybe not.” Rudy added after doing the same thing she did.

Great. Now she was stuck in a bathroom stall with a famous bassist, a very good looking one.

“Do something!” She order looking over her shoulder to see his face, realizing her back as pressed against his chest and their mouths were millimeters apart.

“I will just call someone.” He said, looking at her plump lips.

“Do it then idiot.” Y/N rolled her eyes trying to avoid the obvious tension as she pushed his chest.

Rudy quickly dialed some random number and after a couple seconds someone picked up.

“Yo man, I need your help. Where are you guys?” Rudy asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Y/N was fast to realize that by the looks on his face he didn’t had good news. Rudy looked at her and sat down again while he placed his phone back into his pocket.

“We are fucked. Drew said it would take them about an hour to come get us out.” He explained.

“What am I going to do in an hour? This is totally torture.” Y/N ramble.

“I hope you know a lot do girls would kill to be in your position.” He said, getting up with arms crossed around his chest.

“And what is exactly my position?” Y/N placed one hand over her hip as she spoke.

“Well, you are here, stuck with me. All alone. In this small bathroom stall. I can imagine a lot of scenarios in my head.” Rudy spoke slowly, taking his time with every words to take in all of her little reactions while he with just two steps got closer to her face.

“And what those scenarios include?” Y/N decided to play along, now not leaning into the door she almost closed the space between them.

“They include you and I and much less clothing.” He whispered in the shell of her ear.

“You know what, for someone who has so many girls dropping to their feet you are pretty stupid.” Y/N whispered back into his ear, laughing.

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