#making a promo tonight & doing replies tomorrow but i needed to get my little thoughts out of my head

[cloudrides]

after a talk with my brother i've decided that storm's eyes will no longer be blue. so many mutants spend time fitting into xavier's 'perfect mold' of what humans should be like, talk like, look like, achieve, etc. & i think i want storm to denounce that in every way that she can, subconsciously.. of course i want to keep her visage origin the same. born with her beautiful frost white 4B-4C hair, deep complexion, & baby blue eyes (obviously marks of her ancestors) but... when she came into use her power, she developed the white... almost filmy, iris. it only showing up / changing when she decides to change / use the elements. even in her youth, she's always in touch with the earth, always been fine-tuned to her surroundings, so much so that it felt more comfortable allowing her eyes to film over. to show her power on the surface than to supress it. & only continued to because it made others uncomfortable & wasn't considered 'right' in the eyes of those who loathed what / who she was.

so in this headcannon change, as she grew older & grew more defiant with authority & confident in her relationship with her self-worth (& with the earth).. she stopped hiding what she was born to be. wearing it proudly with every single gaze. like she encourages so many of her mutant siblings to do, regardless of politic & societal notions. you should be proud to be who you are. you should show it. i think that's so beautiful.

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Ch. 16

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Dinner at the “Best Diner in Seoul.” (Still not a date though, right?)

Previous Chapter here

The two of you dropped the van off without any issues. You walked outside the rental agency, onto the main street stretching your arms overhead. You turned to face Yoongi, “Alright, are you ready for dinner at the best diner in Seoul?”

Yoongi smiled, glad you had rallied from earlier. He put his hands in his pockets. “The best? I don’t know; that’s a pretty high standard. This is a world-class city.”

You started to walk, “It is, and I have eaten a lot of places. This one is the best diner.”

Yoongi followed you to the subway station.  “Where is this diner?” He asked. The subway was uncrowded, with not much of a rush happening on Sunday night. You each scanned your cards. 

“It’s by work.”

Yoongi racked his brain trying to think of a diner near BigHit but wasn’t able to. He shrugged.

The subway car was mostly empty and the ride back to the city center was smooth. Yoongi scrolled through his phone. You got off and you led him down a few alleyways to an unassuming diner. It was truly a hole in the wall. 

The neon sign above the door, “Dynamite Diner,” had a few letters out: DYMT DNER. Yoongi chuckled slightly and made a confused face, but took your word for it as you opened the door. The inside of the diner was clean and brightly decorated. There was a counter with bright white stools and several cherry red booths around the perimeter. Donuts sat in a display case next to a vintage register up on the countertop.

“I should have brought my sunglasses,” Yoongi joked as he followed you over to one of the booths. You laughed and put both your personal and work phones on the table and stretched. You were certain you would be sore tomorrow from moving all those boxes. 

"What is that?" Yoongi asked, sounding mildly horrified as he gestured to your personal phone. 

"Oh this?" You held it up. You had jokingly changed your lock screen to the picture you took of him sleeping the other night to see how long it would take him to notice. "It's you, looking so adorable." 

His eyes widened "You put Tubby on me." 

"Aww is that the bear's name?” You turned the phone back towards you to look at it. “So cute". 

Yooongi touched his ear awkwardly, "It’s a dog, not a bear. Tubby was my family's pet growing up; our first dog. Anyways, I can't be your lock screen!" He pouted, a slight accent suddenly permeating his speech. 

You looked over at him, trying to keep a straight face. "Ok first of all it looks like a bear, but that it was your family’s dog makes it even more adorable. Secondly, it's my personal phone sooo…. Third. where are you from?”

“What...what does that...Daegu.”

You smirked and looked at your phone again. “I guess if it really bothers you I can change it, but look? It makes me smile." You held it up and grinned. 

The waitress came over, dropped off menus, and took your drink orders: Coffee, water, and a cup of ice for Yoongi.

"Oh my God, keep it." Yoongi opened his menu, clearly flustered. 

You laughed, "Are you sure?" 

"Yes, just stop showing it to me. Put it face down." 

You smiled and complied, then flipped through the menu. “Why did we both just order coffee?” You asked. “It’s 9 pm. That’s a terrible idea.”

“I can drink coffee and fall asleep, no problem.  What's good here?” 

“The noodles are really good. I'm getting the gaeranjim tonight. I used to come here after working at the bar since it's open 24/7.”

Yoongi looked over at, watching you scan the menu. You gave so much to the people you cared about." Spicy or regular?" 

"Huh?" You asked, bobbing your head back up. 

"Spicy noodles or plain?" 

"It's cold out, so you have to get spicy." You said it so matter of factly. 

“Ok, of course. Why did I even ask?” 

You put the menu down and grabbed your work phone.  "Let's see what this week brings. Meetings. Meetings. Sound mixing? Recording. Meet with Hoseok. Hair and make-up department. Photo shoot? Photo shoot?" 

Yoongi sat his menu down and interlaced his fingers in front of his face, resting his mouth against them. “Yep. They want new pictures for social media and for the album. My next album deadline is in 90 days but they begin all of this stuff in advance for things like printing and promos.” 

“Oooo so you'll be like a model?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and the server walked up to the table. She sat down all of the drinks carefully. The two of you placed your food orders and handed in the menus.

“Min Yoongi. Model.' You teased, striking a pose. 

“Are you saying I'm not good looking enough to be a model?” He feigned offense while pouring his coffee over the ice and stirring it.

“Oh please, I told you at the job interview I thought you were good looking. It's just hard to imagine you sitting still and being pretty.” 

Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “Well it's in my contract. And my fans like it. As much as I hate parts about my job, I do love my fans. " He took a sip of his drink.

“That's sweet.” You smiled.

Yoongi blushed a little, “Well I wouldn't be where I am without them, right? You have to have an audience to be a performer. Someone has to listen, otherwise you're just screaming into the void.”

“I guess that makes sense. Being on the consumer side of things I never really thought of it like that. Huh.” You sat back in the booth thoughtfully and sipped some coffee. 

Yoongi looked out the glass window at the street outside. It had been a strange couple of weeks for him and yet this all felt normal. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone out to a restaurant with someone because he wanted to. He covered a yawn and looked back over at you. 

You were people watching in the diner. You were normally only here in the middle of the night. The bell above the entrance dinged and you saw Chinsun, your regular server, walk in to begin her night shift. You smiled as you remembered all the coffee and bullshit you had shared with her. There were nights you got off work at 3 and knew it made more sense to power through and go into the office. You decided you would talk to her later if she wasn't busy. 

The food came out a few minutes later.  Hunger had snuck up on you. You went from zero to famished. You began blowing on your meal.

“Y/N?” You heard the familiar voice of Chinsun “I haven't seen you in a while.” She had on her white and red work uniform and her graying hair done up in a bun.

You looked up from your eggs and smiled,  “Nice to see you. I quit working at the bar, I just have 1 job now.” You said happily. 

“That's great, you can only burn the candle from both ends for so long. I'm surprised you did it for as long as you did.” She responded.

You shrugged and took a sip of water. “Well we all do what we have to.”

“And?.... who is your friend?” Chinsun gestured to Yoongi who was mid-slurp on his noodles. Apparently he was also starving.

“This is my boss, Min Yoongi.”

He patted his mouth with a napkin before speaking, “Hello,” he bowed his head. “Nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Chinsun. It’s nice to meet you too.  Well I'll let you get back to your meal, I'm glad you stopped by, I was worried when I didn’t see you for a while. Make sure you two come back!”

“Thank you. You are so sweet. I’ll make sure to stop in again soon, take care.” You took a bite as soon as she left.

“These noodles are in fact, the best.” Yoongi appraised between slurps. 

“I told you. You can’t beat a hole in the wall diner sometimes. So...new album in 90 days? How’s it going?”

“It’s ok. A few songs are done. I got feedback from Adora last week so that was helpful. This album in general will be less….angry. Yeah less angry sounding.”

“Cool. What comes first, the music or the lyrics?”

“They are separate completely. The music and then I see if any of the  lyrics I’ve written match the mood. Sometimes it just goes together and sometimes it doesn’t.” 

“Interesting.”

Yoongi talked a bit more about the process of creating an album from start to finish. You had never put any thought into it so it was fascinating. The rest of your meal passed without incident and you were happy that when they brought the bill, Yoongi actually let you pay. 

You waved to Chinsun as you exited. Yoongi rubbed his stomach. “Too many noodles.”

You smiled and then looked up at the sky. It was beginning to snow. “No such thing. And look. What great timing. The first snow of the year.” 

“Gross.” He quickly replied.

“Ahahaha you really hate the cold don’t you?” You said as you held out your hand, watching the flakes land and melt almost instantly.

“I do. The snow is pretty though. I’ll look at it tomorrow from the warmth and safety of inside.”

“You’re no fun. I love the snow.” You played with it for a few more seconds. “Alright let’s get back.”  

The snow continued to fall as you began the short walk back to BigHit. It was so pretty. The sidewalk was almost empty and the snowfall made it seem even quieter than it was. You took your phone out and snapped a picture for Instagram. In a few minutes, you were back at the building. The two of you scanned your badges to enter the lobby and waved to the night security guard.

“I’m heading to the studio. You should take some aspirin and a hot bath.” Yoongi said while you waited for the elevator.

You reached over without thinking and dusted snowflakes off of his hair. “Do you need help with anything? I also had coffee, I’ll probably be up for a while.”

Yoongi was briefly unable to answer, still surprised from having been dusted. “Nope. I’m just going to write. Go, rest your muscles. Watch Netflix. Relax. You literally moved a small apartment’s worth of stuff today.”

The two of you got on the elevator. “Alright. If you insist. I’m not going to argue with that. Where is the aspirin?”

“My bathroom. Bottom left drawer.”

“Got it.” The elevator slowly climbed. You took a deep breath and looked over at Yoongi. “Thanks again for all your help today. Like. ALLLLL of it. The van, my aunt, my brother. Thanks. It was a lot.”

Yoongi avoided eye contact, finding his shoes very fascinating. “No problem. Like I said, it wasn’t that bad for me. I got free soup and noodles.”

You laughed, “Good to know your chauffeur services are so affordable.” The elevator stopped on the 14th floor. 

“See you tomorrow.” Yoongi started to exit, “If Jin’s girlfriend acts up, call me.” Yoongi added as though he suddenly remembered something.

“Now that I know that’s a thing, apparently, I’ll be fine.  Thanks though.” You waved as the doors closed.

You’d be fine. Yoongi reassured himself as he walked over to the studio. He was suddenly acutely aware of just how quiet the 14th floor was with no one else on it. He walked over to the large windows on the opposite side of the elevators. The snow was really coming down now, and the ground would soon be blanketed. He opened the shopping app and searched “snow gloves.” He took a deep breath, What am I doing? He walked over to the other side of the floor, punched in his passcode, and entered Genius lab, ready to get some writing done.

--

Fuck, you were so glad today was almost over. You walked into the apartment and immediately started a bath. You set up your laptop on the toilet lid. You were going to live your best life, watching Netflix in the bathtub. You had heard of such luxuries and were strangely excited by it. You headed up to the loft area, randomly grabbed a stuffed animal and threw it onto Yoongi’s bed. You grabbed the aspirin and smiled as you passed the Pikachu you had yeeted onto Yoongi’s comforter and imagined his annoyance when he discovered it. Ah, it made you laugh. You grabbed yourself some water from the kitchen and headed off to soak away your soreness and forget the day. You paused briefly to admire the snow coming down in full force now. So beautiful.  NEXT CHAPTER

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[badapricot]

What are your thoughts on next episode of Lovely Writer?

My thoughts? Well, one thing I’m really happy about is that Episode 6 will likely wrap up the entire Nubsib is Gene’s childhood friend reveal because they already showed it in the promo. That means it isn’t the climax or the big cliffhanger of the episode.

Based on the book, Episode 6 will likely be chapters 14-16.

Gene goes to the photoshoot with Sib, which we briefly saw in the promo. He goes to get a coffee and Tum warns him not to leave too long or Nubsib will worry.

Gene bumps into Mhok while he’s at the cafe getting coffee, and he offers to pay.

Mhok sits with Gene and tells him he’s a 3rd year at university, and tells him that he was urged to audition for the show by his friend who is a BL fangirl. He asks Gene to sign his novel the next time he brings the book to set, and Gene agrees.

Nubsib interrupts them and tells Mhok to get back to set. Then he tells Gene to be careful who he talks to, because it’s dangerous. Gene is confused but Nubsib doesn’t elaborate.

Tum, Nubsib, and Gene go to get sushi after the shoot. When they go home Gene tells Nubsib that he’s going home for 2-3 days.

Gene heads home and brings some cake for his Mom. They chat a bit and his Dad and his brother Jap come home around 6pm.

Gene is a bit anxious because his Dad was totally silent in the past when he told them that his BL novel was being adapted to a series.

After eating with his family, Gene drops some more cakes off at the neighbors and then retires to bed. He posts a selfie from bed on IG, and Nubsib comments “Cute” which makes a bunch of fangirls go wild in the replies. (This will likely be changed since they added Tum telling Nubsib and Gene to be careful on social media, in the show).

Nubsib texts Gene on LINE and tells him he misses him, and then tells him not to post too many pictures online because he’s possessive. They text until Gene falls asleep.

The next morning Gene goes to visit Auntie Orn aka Nubsib’s mother and Gene’s neighbor. She has one of the three biggest houses in their neighborhood. Gene remembers swimming in their pool all the time, and being close to their youngest son (Nubsib) before Gene was sent to live in a dorm during highschool and Nubsib was sent to study abroad.

Gene greets Auntie Orn who pinches his cheeks because she always loved him (even a little bit more than Sib). While in their house Gene spots a picture of Auntie Orn and her husband with their two sons. He recognizes Nubsib but thinks that maybe Auntie Orn is a fangirl of his. But nope, she confirms that that’s Nubsib, her youngest son. Gene realizes everything.

Auntie Orn tells Gene that Sib came back from study abroad a year ago, and he’s currently living in the city to work as an actor, but when he comes home they’ll definitely be able to meet again. She also tells him that Nubsib is using a different surname because her husband doesn’t want their family name (and the family business) involved in show business, but he supports Nubsib making money as an actor. Nubsib and his brother are meant to take over the family business when they’re older, which is why he has a stage name.

Gene drives home and is furious and upset. When he arrives home he immediately tells Nubsib to pack his things tonight and get out of his place tomorrow. He tells Nubsib that his family has hundreds of condos all over the city so he doesn’t need to live with him. Nubsib realizes that Gene knows.

Gene asks Nubsib point-blank if he knows who he is and Nubsib says he knew. Gene says he’d punch him if he wasn’t Auntie Orn’s son. Nubsib says Gene can punch him as long as he listens to him.

Gene is so upset he starts biting his lips and Nubsib tries to make him stop. Gene says he doesn’t want to hear anything and he doesn’t want Nubsib to treat him like he’s stupid anymore.

Nubsib says he never thought Gene was stupid. Gene demands that he leaves and threatens to call security to drag him out, but he doesn’t have the stomach to do such a thing.

Gene packs his things and goes to his suburban house. He cuts off all communication and only calls his Mom to tell her where he is.

While he’s sitting outside, he sees a random dog that he starts petting. And then he sees Nubsib standing in front of him.

Nubsib immediately grabs Gene and says he misses him so much. Gene asks how the hell he got there and Nubsib says he called Gene’s Mom and asked where he was.

Nubsib looks tired from missing Gene, just like Gene does. Neither have slept.

Nubsib blurts out that he likes Gene, but not only like. He loves him and he wants to make him his. He wants to be the only person who hugs Gene.

Gene asks how he could have loved him for so long, and how a kid can even feel something like that, and Nubsib says what he likes, he really likes.

Gene asks why he lied about having a condo and a car, and Nubsib says it’s because he always wants to be with Gene.

Nubsib asks Gene if Gene would have allowed him to stay with him if he had been honest from the start, and Gene says if he’d been honest he would have let Nubsib live in his condo for the rest of his life.

Nubsib counteracts that Gene would have still seen him as a little brother, and Gene can’t deny that.

Gene says he’ll let Nubsib prove his love for him, but if he tricks him again he’ll hit him. He also tells Nubsib to stop pretending to be a good boy in front of him. 

They do the whole “I just pet a dog, so right now you’re kissing a dog” “Well then, let’s kiss a dog together” bit, and kiss.

Nubsib and Gene makeout for a while then they go inside and order some food. Nubsib goes to shower and Gene is shy and annoyed cause he uses Gene’s towel.

Gene goes to write and Nubsib retires to bed. Gene is too embarrassed to get into bed with Nubsib so he sleeps on the couch.

Nubsib dreams of their childhood days, and then wakes up realizing Gene isn’t in bed.

We get the famous princess carry from the trailer where Nubsib carries Gene off the couch and takes him to bed. He remembers the magical day~ he met Gene when he was 6 years old while he holds him.

Nubsib calls Tum who asks if Gene is still furious at Sib and at him (because Tum is the one who brought Nubsib to Gene’s place).

Tum yells at Nubsib and Nubsib says that all Tum has to know is that he loves Gene. Tum is shocked that Nubsib has loved Gene for this long. He tells Sib to take care of Gene, and then hangs up.

Gene wakes up and they go to get food. Gene thinks Nubsib’s Aston Martin Vantage looks ridiculous in their small town flea market.

Gene asks the shopkeeper to get noodles for him and his Nong and Nubsib is offended because he’d prefer for Gene to call him “husband”.

Nubsib says that if Gene calls him Nong again, he’ll punish him with a kiss.

Nubsib tells the shopkeeper that him and Gene aren’t Phi-Nong, they’re Husband-Wife (Phua-Mia) and Gene tells Nubsib that’s wrong and he’ll stab him with his chopsticks. Nubsib says it’s not wrong because they’re going to become that.

They go back to the house and end up in bed. Gene tells Nubsib that if he tries something he’ll tell Auntie Orn on him.

They end up talking about their childhood. Nubsib says he remembers Gene wanting to live in his house and, wanting to be his bride.

Nubsib asks Gene if he can kiss him, and thinks that having Gene finally under him feels like a dream.

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: escape room 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: minagi tsuzuru/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.4k words, 3 images

𝐚𝐧: the combi of my love for this tsuzuru sr card + a certain enabler + my first time wearing handcuffs being in an escape room = the birth of this fic. it’s chaotic, but so is every escape room experience i’ve had. wtf is this fic.

One of the perks of having Tsuzuru as a boyfriend was that the two of you always found ways to have fun and go out on dates without spending a lot of money. Neither of you were big on splurging out a bunch of money anyway— not with you rather spending your allowance on necessities and Tsuzuru being the King of Part-timers™.

Watching community and college plays, having picnics, movie marathons, making dinner together, going grocery shopping, taking advantage of coupon sites, couples promos and happy hours to get great deals on things you wouldn’t normally be able to just for the ultimate discount...

It was domestic, it was homey, and it was Tsuzuru through and through; you loved every single second of it.

Which was why you were surprised when he suggested going to an escape room together.

“Those can be kind of pricey, right?” you replied, raising your voice slightly to make sure he could hear you despite the noise you were making in the kitchen. You turned the burner to high heat, scooching the veggies over to one side of the pan, melting the remaining butter in the other half.

“Oh, well, a friend gave me a 20% discount coupon. Apparently he didn’t need it anymore,” Tsuzuru’s voice was a little quiet coming from your phone’s speaker, and you quickly put down the soy sauce to adjust the volume before going back to the stove.

“I figured there was some kind of catch,” you replied with a soft chuckle as you continued stirring the veggies and sautéing the rice. “When do you wanna go? I know we’re both busy over the weekend, and that’s when we usually—“

Your hand halted its motions as soon as Tsuzuru uttered the word, “tomorrow.”

It wasn’t like you weren’t free, thankfully you only had one, albeit three hour, lecture during Tuesdays, but wasn’t he saying it a bit suddenly? It was a Monday evening, after all.

“Why tomorrow?”

Your boyfriend’s awkward laughter rang, but he remained undeterred as he explained to you his reasoning— going to an escape room would be a good way to get more writing experience, especially in terms of creating and feeling the ambience.

“Plus, not only is it cheaper if we go together, but the rates are also lower Monday to Thursday,” after a few seconds of silence on your part, he quickly added in, “and! And, we usually don’t have dates like this… so it’ll be fun, right?”

That thought process was so like Tsuzuru that you couldn’t help but smile.

Oh, the rice and veggies were already turning brown?

“You know what? I’m not even surprised,” you commented, adding and stirring in the rest of the ingredients. Ahhh, it was starting to smell heavenly, “by the way, have you had dinner yet?”

“About to. Excited to figure out what kind of curry we’re having,” a giggle escaped you upon hearing Tsuzuru’s deadpan voice, “are you almost done cooking?”

“Just about done!” after giving the rice a taste, you decided to season it with a pinch of salt and pepper, “thanks for giving me your fried rice recipe, by the way. Even though I’m the one cooking it, it feels like I’m about to eat something you made with love~”

As you were pretty much done with the kitchen, Tsuzuru’s exhale was a lot more audible to you. You could already envision the slight quiver in his tight-lipped grin and the way he would avert his eyes for a few seconds as he addressed you.

“Seriously, don’t be so cute,” he said, sounding a little exasperated, “sometimes I don’t know how to respond anymore.”

“A writer at a loss for words?” it was steadily getting difficult to keep the bubbling up amusement in check— you should probably be serving yourself dinner and accomplish your work for the night, but in the same manner it was always fun to flirt with the brunet. “When you put it that way, it makes me want to act even cuter for y—“

“Anyway!” you couldn’t hold back your laughter at his sudden interruption. Alright, that was enough for the both of you tonight.

“So are you free tomorrow?” he asked.

Well, who were you to be able to say no to that?

You completed signing the waiver the staff asked you to fill out, before turning to Tsuzuru.

“I forgot to ask, but which room are we playing? They have, like, 3 different ones here.”

Your eyes followed where Tsuzuru’s pointer finger landed— a simple but eerie poster in black and white, the three masks you could commonly see in craft stores plain and copies of one another, save for one thing. The first mask had gloved hands atop its eyeholes, the second had them covering where the ears would be, and the third had them placed over the lips.

Domain of Discernment.

“I don’t know much about it, but it’s one of the more popular ones. Apparently we’ll be held captive by some serial killer named Sire Maniac, and we’ll have one of our senses taken away,” he explained. Before he could potentially say anymore, one of the personnel went over to bring you right by the room entrance.

After giving a brief rundown of rules and some info about the room itself, she brought out an unused pair of foam earplugs and a blindfold. “Since there’s only two of you, we’ll be taking out the not being able to speak part. Both of you, choose who gets their sight or hearing removed for 50 minutes.”

You and Tsuzuru turned to look at each other, quietly discussing amongst yourselves which option would be more beneficial, coming to the conclusion that you would be the one to don the blindfold and he’d be the one with the earplugs.

“You might accidentally fall asleep if you had the blindfold,” you joked, “besides, I trust you to be able to guide me.”

Not one to be a killjoy or cheat, he plugged in the foam properly as you get your blindfold tied securely by the woman, making sure it definitely wouldn’t loosen up midway through the game.

When the both of you are within the room already, the both of you hear (well, Tsuzuru lip-reads) the woman say one more thing.

“After hand-cuffing you two and I leave the room, the timer will start. Good luck.”

… hand-cuffing?

With a sound of a click and seeing the door shutting from the distance, the both of you knew the timer would be counting down from 50 right about now.

You’re the first to speak up. You’re unsure where he’s facing right now, so you pulled your left hand knowing the pull of the metal chain would catch his attention, and you were right.

At the slight pressure on his right hand, he turned to face you with a hum leaving his mouth, and unexpectedly finding himself stupefied at the sight of you. You opened your mouth to say something, and he can excuse himself all he wanted that it was him not used to lip-reading yet, but he knew it wasn’t the truth.

He felt a little guilty, really. You both knew how flustered or embarrassed he could get around you, but how blissfully unaware you must be right now that his brain was literally mush because of your blindfolded self and how you were handcuffed to him. He, well, he never thought… no, he could never—

Time to kill that train of thought. Right now.

He should really be responding to you right now. What… what were you saying?

“You want me to describe our… surroundings?” he sighed in relief as you nodded. Okay, at least a part of him was still functioning properly. All he had to do was focus on that and not hyper focus on you.

The two of you were in a cell of sorts— barred, jail doors preventing your exit into a much larger room, which inevitably would lead to a door the both of you would escape to.

Though the jail room was significantly smaller, there were an assortment of items to sift and look through— boxes with and without locks, some papers scattered on a small desk, a lampshade that was left turned off, and a CD player were what stood out the most to him.

After relaying it to you, you pulled him again by your shared shackles as you asked him to read out what was in the papers—the first, a hint on how to figure out the number combination to unlock one of the boxes and a code decryption guide.

The second, a torn page from a “book” of either plants or poisons, based on the content and stylisation. Atropa belladonna, also known as deadly nightshade.

“Why are shade and floor highlighted though?”

Another pull on the cuffs. Another look at you— and trying not to be awkward about it as he combined his lip-reading with whatever the earplugs couldn’t block out of your voice.

“Shade? You said there was a lamp shade, right? Maybe a key or something is hidden under there?” you suggested, a pout set on your lips, “don’t know what the relevance of floor is, though.”

He didn’t have to look very far, the papers being situated on the desk beside the lampshade. It’s in his second time staring though that he realised something’s off with it. “You’re right, there’s something in the lampshade.”

When he lifted the bell-shaped cover, he’d come to find that there was no lightbulb in the first place, but a thin flashlight cleverly inserted within a vase. “If there’s a flashlight in the vase, then—“

“Shine a light on the floor!” you exclaimed, excited at the prospect of being able to move forward with the game, despite not being able to see.

Doing just that, he swished the flashlight left and right, verbally listing all the letters he could see.

“X, O, I, C, T…” you repeated, before trying to clap your hands (keyword: trying to, handcuffs say no), “the order is toxic! So the encrypt—“

“I’ll decode it ASAP,” Tsuzuru replied, immediately referring to the guide the “killer” oh so graciously left there.

“The passcode is… 420652,” he fumbled with the digits on the only 6 numbered padlocked box, before grinning, “alright, we got it!”

Another tug, and at this point he’s already aware that tug or pull on the cuff equals you having something to say.

“If they were gonna do a 420 joke, they should’ve inserted a 666 joke for the full eerie, creepy effect.”

Okay, just how was he able to lip read that perfectly? Was he just that used to the dumb jokes you made?

“I can just imagine your dream escape room— all the hints and puzzles are meme related,” the earplugs were unable to block your laugh, ringing through the room as he opened the box. A key, and a CD.

Knowing that between the two remaining boxes left, one of them needed a key so that was pretty much solved. The disc, on the other hand…

He called your name, you turning to face him based on the direction of his voice. “Since there’s a CD player and a CD, and unless I go really close I wouldn’t be able to hear anything—“

“I’ll listen carefully, no sweat!”

“I swear, if I hear the word wall another time, I will scream... and this isn’t even a horror room!”

The two of you came across your first real obstacle. Your audio just talked about poisonous vines growing on walls and other surfaces, while his box just contained another note that neither of you could decipher whatsoever. For five minutes, the two of you stood there, pondering.

Every once in a while, Tsuzuru would check the giant timer— currently displaying that 35 minutes were left.

“… honestly, just give it to me,” you suddenly spoke, Tsuzuru’s shoulders going up in shock.

“Give what?”

“The box! While we try to figure it out, I’ll use my nonexistent luck to just guess the passcode somehow,” you explained, feeling up the type of padlock it was “it’s just rolling everything around anyway until it magically opens.”

Within less than a minute, you had figured out the passcode.

“I’m—“ Tsuzuru trailed off, clearly just as shocked as you were. Your eyes probably would’ve been wide open right now.

“Eye… so this is where all my luck went,” you said, before shaking your head to refocus yourself, “okay! So inside the box is a… another key? It has buttons… car key?”

You hand the object to the brunet, who, upon taking it from you spared no second in his next actions.

“Wall,” he said out loud, pointing the car keys at the wall. With one press of a button, the wall, slowly but surely, opened to reveal another room. Though you couldn’t see it, the sound was loud enough to amaze you as well.

“Worm,” you breathed out, “pretty lit, not gonna lie.”

You wouldn’t know but the room was actually extremely dark, so not lit at all. Thank god he had a flashlight or else the handcuff + your blindfold + him not being able to lip read combo would be… particularly deadly.

The misunderstandings, he could already imagine it. Ah, well, for the writing experience.

“I don’t know what worm means, but yeah, lit.”

“Sorry,” Tsuzuru apologised as he bumped into you for the nth time.

Obstacle number two was unlike any other. It wasn’t another audio recording, neither a puzzle nor riddle.

“Ah, shit, sorry!” you shouted for the nth time, raising your voice as much as you could so Tsuzuru would be able to hear you properly.

This was getting ridiculous. You were able to figure out the meaning of an audio file after a few loops, while Tsuzuru got to work reading more clues and unlocking locks. The real problem, however, was since the room was dark and had limited space, the two of you tended to crash against one another even with what limited movement you could make.

You had to wonder— did the staff get some sort of amusement or feel any pity watching people stumble around in this room through the CCTV? It wasn’t so bad in the jail room, but this closet? storage? room gave you two a run for your money. How did other people get through this room, genuinely? Especially the bigger parties?

“… I have an idea,” Tsuzuru mentioned. You wait for him to tell you what it is, his hesitance confusing you. However, before you could have said anything, you felt his strong arms wrapped around you.

Was… was there an equivalent to a verbal keyboard smash? Even if you weren’t saying it out loud to save you the embarrassment, the fact still stood that your brain was legit going ztesxrdctijmoljhnge right now. Help—

“How does this… help?” you asked, still a little confused by his motive. He wasn’t really one for PDA, and despite the two of you being the only ones in the room the fact still stood that the escape room staff are probably required to glance at the CCTV monitors every once in a while to check up on you two.

“Since we’re… handcuffed, and there’s barely any space it’d be better to just stay together,” he explained as nonchalantly as possible, “sorry, it’s just for this room. We’ll go back to normal when we get to the last room.”

See, if your brain was working right now, you’d be able to think of a counter or a better solution— actually, if you could see right now maybe you could point out something about Tsuzuru’s face that screamed he was lying, but something about escape rooms just made your logic go brrr.

That, or you were just a simp for your own boyfriend.

… not gonna lie, the chances of it being both were pretty high.

“Makes sense. Can’t bump into each other when you’re already stuck together,” you said, already convincing yourself.

Sorry to whoever’s manning the CCTV monitor, it was their fault for handcuffing the two of you anyway.

Well, this set up wasn’t that bad. Other than, you know, getting to hug Tsuzuru, you were able to still keep doing your task while he did—

You heard the padlock unlock after your fingers pressed a certain combination of numbers. Pushing the device upwards, the cabinet doors opened as you removed the lock.

“It’s a digit push combination padlock! How are you doing this? Blindfolded?”

“I… I have guessing powers. For locks.”

“I’m considering robbing a bank or business with you now.”

“Awww, cute couple’s date idea!”

After two or three minutes of Tsuzuru doing some last minute riddle solving, the sound of jingling keys and him letting go of you let you know of one thing— you two were almost out.

With a writer compromising one half of the team, and an exceptional guesser and context clue figure-outer as the other half, you weren’t gonna lie— the last room was kind of anti-climatic to go through.

…

SIKE!

Every time the two of you ever accomplished anything, be it decrypting a message, unlocking something, or finding a hidden item the two of you still reacted to it— Tsuzuru being more on the shookt side and you being on the hype side.

With fifteen minutes to spare, only one thing was left to do— finding who Sire Maniac’s real name, and then decoding that name into number form so you could use it on the exit’s number pad lock. It was pretty obvious to you that you had to use the number equivalents of the name, but first… you needed to know the name.

“You sure you don’t want to try your luck?” Tsuzuru teased, procuring a huff out of you.

There were only two clues. The first was a letter to an A. R. Nicolas, detailing something about being thankful for a book.

Initially, the two of you thought that that A. R. Nicolas would be his real name, but clearly it was some sort of pen name based on the second clue— several torn pages from a book penned by the very same A. R. Nicolas the letter was addressed to.

It was clear— Sire Maniac and A. R. Nicolas were the same person, but what was his third identity? His real identity?

“What are the poisons on the torn pages again? Those usually have something to do with the answer,” you asked Tsuzuru. The sound of shuffling of paper entered your ears as he began listing them off.

“Ricin, amatoxin, tetradotoxin, chloropicrin, batrachotoxin… and arsenic.”

“Huh… arsenic is the only one that ends differently, lol,” you pointed out with a laugh, before it quickly died as the realisation dawned on you, “no fucking way.”

“Okay what the hell, I think you’re on to something,” Tsuzuru replied hastily, “because A. R. Nicolas, as in A. R. Nic. Arsenic.”

“Tsuzuru. Tsuzuru. Tsuzuru—“ you chanted, before laying out one last game-changer, “Sire Maniac. Is a fucking anagram. For I am Arsenic.”

With a speedy enter of the number 2773642, the two of you had achieved freedom.

“Not gonna lie, some parts of it were a little cliche, but… I had fun,” you told him, the two of you walking home together, “I felt simultaneously dumb and a genius at the same time.”

“Same to both, honestly,” Tsuzuru replied, before looking down at your hand linked with his. “Huh, haven’t you had enough of being stuck with me?”

You rolled your eyes. “I could say the same to you— didn’t you totally take advantage of us being handcuffed together? Or me being blindfolded?”

It was just a joke, but Tsuzuru’s sudden sputtering caught you off guard. Did… aha, no way, did he actually enjoy that gimmick?

“Tsu~ zu~ ru~”

“Whatever you’re thinking, that’s not it—“

“Are you sure? Because—“

“You’re misunderstanding something.”

“I’m just saying, it’s better to be honest~”

As the stoplight turned red, the two of you finally found the time to take a good look at each other. The laughter that erupted was instantaneous.

“Thanks for going out with me today,” Tsuzuru said softly, the blooming smile on his face impossible for you to not mirror.

“Thank you for inviting me,” you replied, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few seconds, the stoplight turned green, and the two of you continue making your way back home.

want to order again?

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬: ⤷ curium fairway (the person who sent arsenic the letter) is an anagram for “i am currywaifu”.

⤷ the “reader is good at guessing part” is just based off of me. being really good at guessing padlock combinations.  ⤷ the hugging part was based on my two irl friends (who are dating) hugging in front of the cctv

⤷ the “one sense gets removed” and “being handcuffed to someone” part is based on two different escape rooms i played

⤷ i wasn’t supposed to make a whole concept for the escape room with media and riddles... but i decided to finally make use of all the research i did before on poison. am i on a watchlist?

[purplecantaloupe]

Hii! Can you do one with fwb cal in which you go over to his place and end up staying for the night for the first time? And then in the morning he’s al cuddly and stuff Sorry to bother you, feel free to do whatever you want with it! I love your writing :)

omg this is such a cute idea i love it. please keep in mind it’s been 54764 years since i’ve written anything on here and idk how it’ll turn out but i hope this is what you envisioned

WARNINGS: light smut and language ig

words: 2300+

The decision to take a shower overpowers your thoughts from a long day at work, feeling drained and having so many things spilled on you makes you feel even more gross just thinking about it. Your phone dings and you hear the special vibration specifically set for Calum’s texts and you grab your phone.

*hey I had a bad day and need to get my anger out, could you come over?*

You read his text over and over in your head before you get the burst of energy you needed and you smile to yourself. Knowing he’s mad before you go over means that you have time to process and dwell on what could happen tonight. Could he be romantically angry like he has in the past? Get some rose petals and lay them out for you? Or are you just getting your hopes up and he’s just going to be watching tv with Duke laying on his lap as he downs a whole bunch of beers as he overthinks his problems that he encountered today? The latter is what sticks.

*yeah I’ll be over in an hour or so*

You type back to his message and decide to get yourself in the shower and wash away the dirt and grime from your own hard-working job. While showering and humming a tune to yourself you can’t get the thought of Calum out of your head, wondering what could have him so upset that he has to have sex to make himself feel better. Ever since you met Calum he’s never really had an edge to him. He’s never really let anyone or anything bother him to a point of needing to ‘get his anger out’. Calum is more of a ‘let me deal with my stuff in privacy and I’ll talk to you tomorrow’ type of guy, granted that’s what he wants everyone to think. He’s a softy but knows how to hide his emotions.

After your hot shower, you lotion yourself and put on some comfy clothes: a crewneck that you borrowed from Calum and a pair of sweats; Calum won’t see your clothes long enough to judge them, even if he were to judge your fashion choice at all. You send a quick text to alert that you’re on your way before playing some music and heading in his direction. Calum is still buzzing around your head like the busy little bee he is, wondering what could have his mind so alert that he needed you. This wouldn’t be the first time that he used you as a therapist though. Calum trusts you enough to want to tell you what’s on his mind and you’re more than happy to help him through whatever he needs.

As you roll up you send him a quick text telling him that you’ve arrived at his house before you walk up and let yourself in and you’re immediately pushed up against the wall, his lips immediately attached to yours and you instantly start to pant. Calum wraps his large hands around your waist and trails them down around your waist and brings them down around the bottoms of your thighs and lifts you into the air. You let out a gentle squeal in his mouth as he carries you to his bedroom and lays you down on the bed. He lays you down and reaches his hand behind his neck pulls the shirt off of his back and throws it across the room while you watch the man undress in front of you, you try to take you own clothes off and watch him as he undresses.

“Kiss me Calum,” you whisper. If you can’t multitask watching and undressing then you have to eliminate one of them. He takes no time in yanking his bottoms off and climbs on top of you, reattaching his lips to yours. You can’t help but feel something is off, his kisses are different, his hip movements are different, his hands aren’t moving in the normal route on your body. “Cal do you want to talk about what’s wrong?” You whisper and run your hand up his chest to his cheek. Calum shakes his head and moves his head down to your ear.

“Right now, I want to pound the shit out of you, I want to have you screaming so loud that the neighbors know my name,” he whispers then bites down on your neck. Your hips involuntarily lift up and they meet his and your throat opens and makes the most pleasured noise, that was music to Calum’s ears which made his cock undeniably harder.

“Calum please fuck me,” you whimper and lift your hips once again. Your moans weren’t the only music to Calum’s ears, your begging made it harder for him to resist you. Calum wanted to relish in watching you writhe underneath him, how you were at his mercy and he loved to watch you squirm. He reaches into his bedside drawer and grabs a condom, tears it open with his teeth and slides it on himself. Calum reaches down and taps his cock right on your clit and that makes a wave of pleasure wash over you and your hips buck into hips. Calum smirks as he sees the authority he has over you, he can do anything to you and it’s all at your disposal; he slowly glides himself into you and lets out guttural groan at just how tight your pussy always is, the fact that you are Calum’s guilty pleasure scares the absolute shit out of him.

Calum pushes himself in and out of you, every pump better than the last and his eyes roll back in his head. Your pussy is his kryptonite. He reaches his hands down and lifts your legs over his shoulders which makes him hit deeper inside of you and you moan loudly and you clench absentmindedly around his dick and Calum whimpers above you.

“D-do that again…p-please,” he whimpers and bites his lip and you clench again, feeling proud that you have this type of effect on him. “Y/N, I’m not gonna last long,” Calum whispers and bites onto your neck, to keep his involuntary moans at bay. He starts pounding himself into Y/N, the only sounds are pants and skin slapping against itself, sweat trickles its way down Calum’s back and he trails his mouth down from your neck to your breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard nub and trails his hand down to your clit and swirls his finger around it in synch with his tongue.

“Calum I’m almost there,” you grunt and your legs start to shake as they sit atop Calum’s shoulders.

“Me too,” Calum replies and he raises his other hand and intertwines his fingers with yours next to your head, an action that he rarely ever does during sex. He starts to pound relentlessly into you, hitting deep inside you every time. The bubbling feeling in your stomach starts to building up before it breaks, your legs quaking around his head, the screams of his name falling out of your mouth like his favorite song. His thrusts become sloppy and he cries out your name as he shoots his seed into the condom, his actions still as he sits inside of you and just stares into your eyes for a second before he comes back to reality and he pulls himself out and discards his condom.

The newfound emptiness is found in your body but also in your heart as he slides his boxers back on. As you stand to put your bra and the crewneck sweatshirt back on, he hands you your panties and bottoms and you make your way to the bathroom. After you do your business and wash your hands you come back and Calum in waiting in the hallway for you.

“Do you want to talk now?” You ask and look at him expectantly. Calum only shakes his head and take your hand in his and pulls you back into his bedroom and motions for you to lay back down, “oh I don’t think I can go for round two already, that was pretty intense,” you say and he frowns.

“No, will you please spend the night tonight? It’s late, I don’t want you out driving at this time of night,” he lies. That’s never stopped him from kicking you out any other time.

“I know you’re lying Hood, what is it?” You ask, getting slightly annoyed at his behavior.

“Fine! I just want you to stay.” He spurts and watches your reaction which is just what he knew would happen. You know anymore questioning and he’d get defensive so you decide to comply with him and crawl into his bed. He sighs, silently thanking the lord that you didn’t ask any more questions and he crawls into the bed next to you. Now you’re both in uncharted territory, neither of you know what to do in this situation without trying to make the other uncomfortable. Calum gains the courage to pull you into him which makes your move seem like nothing when you lay your head on his chest and lay your hand on his stomach.

“This is the last chance you have; do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” You ask and look up at him as his eyes are closed and his hand is over his forehead and the other is wrapped around your waist as a security for both of you. You sigh and nod to yourself before you lay you head back in its spot on his chest.

In the morning, you wake to being in a room that you thought you would never see in the daylight and you sit up and sigh, you’re alone, of course Calum had to go to work today, he has to do some type of promo every day. You stand up and stretch and decide to go raid Calum’s fridge for something to hold you over until you get through the morning rush traffic back to your own home. You open Calum’s bedroom door and you’re greeted with the sweet smell of fruit. You furrow your eyebrows and make your way to the kitchen and you see Calum almost naked standing at his sink with a plate full of fruit and other assortments of breakfast. He catches on to the fact that you’re watching him and he jumps slightly.

“Oh hey, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up yet, I’m not finished,” he says and finishes cutting up a few strawberries.

“You didn’t wake me up, I thought you were going to be at work?” You say more as a question than a statement.

“I wanted to make you breakfast.” he states simply, avoiding the obvious question.

“Well I can see that,” you reply and scoff a little, “why are you making breakfast? I thought you’d be gone or you’d be kicking me out,” you say and your stomach rumbles a little. Calum hears the hunger cry and chuckles.

“Here eat,” he says and holds out a plate with a few types of fruit and a couple sausages and mini pancakes on it. “How’d you sleep?” he asks and follows you with his own plate to the breakfast bar.

“I slept pretty good, how about you?” You ask and take a bite of a piece of sausage.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages,” he replies and smiles at you.

“So why were you so upset yesterday?” You ask and he lowers his head and sighs.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart, eat your breakfast.” He says and looks up at you.

“Sorry,” you say quietly, “I think I’m gonna head out, thank you for breakfast.” You say and stand up and so does Calum.

“Hey no why don’t we go back to bed?” He says and you nod.

“I guess that’d be okay,” you smile and follow him back into his bedroom and you start taking your clothes off.

“No no, let’s keep our clothes on, let’s just lay here and talk,” he says and climbs back into the bed. He lays down and immediately pulls you into him and wraps both arms around you. He smiles and lays his head on top of yours, “you smell amazing,” he whispers and you look up at him.

“Calum, are you okay? You never show this much affection.” You say and put your hand on his forehead jokingly, “are you feeling okay?”

“Y/N I feel so good. Yesterday I realized something and I just don’t want to scare you away or jeopardize our…situation,” he says and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Calum, I’m not understanding, what’s going on?” You ask and lay your hand back on his chest and use it as leverage and sit up a little bit.

“Y/N, do you remember when we made our deal and we said that neither of us can get feelings or we have to end it?” He asks and looks up at you and pulls his arm behind his head and bites his lip.

“Yeah? So, what?” You ask and he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“Y/N you’re so oblivious, I like you okay?! I have feelings for you,” he says and sighs and covers his face with his hands. “I like you,” he says quietly. You smile widely and bite your lip.

“You’ve been so panicked this whole time to tell me that? Aw,” you say and lean down and kiss his lips, “I like you too you goof,” you pause, “now are you going to fuck me like you mean it?” You ask and he rolls over and flips you onto your back.

“You don’t ever have to ask me twice,” he smiles.

[deejadabbles]

Playing Dirty (Yugi x Reader Lemon)

Summary: Yugi needs a distraction from all the work he’s been putting into his latest game, and you’re all too happy to provide.

A.N: Just shameless, dirty, reader insert fun with your favorite sweet boy who’s not so innocent when things get steamy ;) There’s a bit of minor bondage, just so you’re aware before reading. Said bit was actually inspired by @youxygo ‘s headcanon for Yugi (go read them, they’re Yugi down to a T, in my opinion, *o*). Anywho, enjoy~

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Your attention was snapped away from your computer screen by a sudden yell of pure frustration. Looking to the other side of the living room you saw your poor boyfriend slumped in his chair, face planted on the table among his various notes and game tokens. A gentle smile crossed your lips as you rose from your chair and made for him. It was quite satisfying to feel his muscles relax under your touch as you ran your hands up and down his back.

“Still having trouble with that set back you told me about this morning?”

His face still buried in his arms Yugi nodded his head, letting out a long sigh “Yeah, I just can’t figure the best way to add other skill aspects to this one. With the dice and cards I have plenty of luck aspects, but I want the players to be able to add strategy as well as other skills…”

Finally, he sat up, leaning heavily on the back of the chair, though it let you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle his neck. “You’ll figure it out, maybe I can help you tomorrow, but how about you put it away for tonight. If you keep throwing yourself against the wall with no break you’ll just get more frustrated.”

He replied with a lazy, uncomital hum, though he seemed content to simply lean into you at the moment. Wanting to give him something else to focus on you cast your gaze around the room and landed your attention on a video game case laying atop an open package and other mail.

“Say, you haven't had a chance to pop in that promo copy of that puzzle game, have you?”

“Hm, not yet. I wrote an email to the developers to say thank you, and that I'd try it” he chuckled a little “they were super happy that I showed interest. I hope I can give them a good review as king of games, it'll help out their indie company a lot.”

“Then how about we pop it in? You need to take your mind off your own game and maybe you'll even find some inspiration while playing it!” when he didn't answer right away you took the matter to the next level. Pulling away from him -and smirking when he gave a pout and groan at the loss of your embrace- you made your way to the kitchen. “Set it up, Yugi, I'll make us some popcorn.”

The nudge worked and he finally put his project away for the night, put the game in and settling on the couch. You joined him after getting the promised snack and drinks, snuggling against him as he began his journey on this new indie game that claimed to be a perfect mix of RPG and puzzle game.

A good ten minutes in Yugi’s character came across a side mission with one of the promised puzzles. Apparently you had to look at symbols etched into the wall and find your clues there. Then you had to go around the room and not only break/open chests in a specific order, but also get them open in a specific way or the challenge would start over. You were glad to see Yugi having fun with it, that challenged, intelligent gleam in his eyes that had been hard pressed to find since the pharaoh left.

After the first time he got something wrong and the puzzle reset, he gave a thoughtful hum, then turned to you. “Wanna help me? I don't want you to get too bored just watching.”

You smiled and nodded, happily shifting to sit in his lap when he motioned for you to. He wrapped his arms around you, holding the controller in front of your bodies as he settled his chin in the crook of your neck. You aren't sure where the suddenly mischievous mood came from, though you assumed the light kiss he placed on your shoulder and his hot breath tickling your ear were contributing factors as an idea came to mind.

“Hey, sweetheart?” you turned a little within his grasp so you could whisper into his ear.

“Hm?”

“What do you say we play our own game within the game?” it was likely he already suspected where your mind was as you started kissing and nibbling below his ear.

“Oh?” his breath was already a little heavy “what kind of game?”

“We take turns guessing what chest to go to next if we're right we get to take off a piece of our opponent's clothes, if we're wrong, we have to take off a piece of our own clothes.”

He chuckled deep in his throat and reached up tilting your face so he could plant a long firm kiss on your lips. “I think I like that idea. Can I go first?” his tone was almost innocent, but held a lacing of mischievous mirth.

“Of course, you are the King of Games after all.”

He had already caught up to the point he last went wrong at, and had apparently learned from his previous mistake, because the next chest he smashed open was correct. He wasted no time, setting the controller on your lap and moving to slowly start unbuttoning your blouse. Yugi did all he could to make it seductive, running his fingertips up your chest before he reached the first button, taking a moment to gently knead your breasts after unbuttoning the third. He even placed an opened mouthed kiss on the now exposed flesh of your shoulder as he slid your top off.

He pressed his lips to your ear, whispering “Your move.”

Damn he knew just how to heat you up. You grabbed the controller and took a moment to think over your choice, when you picked the lock of a red chest instead of smashing it open you claimed your first victory. You turned in his arms and straddled him, opting to curl your fingers in his hair while you rubbed your hand under his shirt with the free hand. Yugi closed his eyes at the sensation, swiping his tongue over his lips when you gently ran your nails down his chest. You had to pull him forward by his shirt so you could lift it off over his head, but he just basked in the almost rough motion, planting another kiss on you before taking his turn.

When he guessed right again he skipped over your bra and went straight for your pants. You were still straddling him but you lifted up so he could at least get them down to your knees. You helped with pulling them off the rest of the way, and Yugi took advantage of your distraction by cupping his hand between your legs. It was still covered by your underwear but you couldn't help but moan as he massaged your clit with his palm and your entrance with his fingers.

“I-I still have to take my next turn,” you breathed, having to grip the couch as he teased you.

Yugi chuckled, then pulled you against his chest again, your side against his front and your ass on his lap. “I know, I was just warming you up.”

You gave your mind a moment to clear before reclaiming the controller and looking for your next target. It took a moment, in which Yugi never stopped with his butterfly kisses along your jaw, neck, and shoulders, but eventually you decided on another chest- and you were right yet again. Time to repay Yugi for his ‘warm up’.

Making sure to give him a long look with your best bedroom eyes, you actually slid down to the floor, onto your knees and started unbuckling his pants. After being free of the tight jeans, the full extent of his excitement was revealed to you. God, he was so hard already, but you hadn’t even begun your fun yet. Relishing the soft moan he let out, you began rubbing the insides of his legs starting at the knees. Hiking up his boxers as you traveled closer to his manhood, you looked up at him with almost innocent eyes.

“Aren’t you going to make your move?”

He was too much a mess to reply verbally, apparently, because he just looked back to the screen and started making his next guess, blush bright and breathing heavy. You didn’t stop, you massaged his thighs in tantalizing circles, dipping your fingers under his boxers to rub so damn close to the base of his cock that he shuttered and gasped.

The music in the game plateaued, signaling that Yugi had made his next guess, and was wrong. “Oh, I guess I win again” you teased as his gaze snapped down to you.

“I couldn't concentrate, doing all that was cheating and you know it.”

You shrugged as you hooked your fingers in the band of his boxers, looking him straight in the eyes with a smirk as you said, “What can I say, when you’re the prize, Yugi, I’ll always play dirty.”

He let out something just short of a whimper at the proclamation, but what you didn’t expect, was for him to practically pounce on you the moment his underwear was around his ankles. One moment you were taking in the sight of his fully erect member, the next you were on your back, his body pinning you to the carpet as he pressed his lips to yours.

His full length pressed against you, so hard and ready as his tongue claimed yours. You felt his hands running along your legs and sides with loving care, wanting to touch every inch he possibly could. Eventually, he started pulling down your panties, neither of you caring who's turn or win it was, just needing each other. Slipping his fingers between your folds he started playing with you, giving nice, firm strokes and breaking the kiss to look at your face when you moaned.

“T-tell me you want me” Yugi's tone was low, somewhere between plea and command.

Making sure to hold his gaze, you complied “I want you, Yugi” you clasped your arms behind his neck, drawing him closer “I need you, Yugi, I need your hands on my body, your lips on mine, and your cock inside me.”

A desperate sound escaped his lips as he pulled his hands from their pleasurable positions and grabbed your wrists. He sat up, pulling you with him as he leaned his back against the front of the couch and seated you perfectly in his lap.

Yugi kept his eyes on you as he rolled his hips, the firm member between your bodies rubbing its hard length against your clit and folds. “You are ready for me now?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “I'm all yours, Yugi.”

With that he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you up, pulling you closer so your chest was pressed against his, before sliding you onto his member nice and slow. Yugi smiled when you let out a long moan and buried his face in the crook of your neck, planting loving kisses there as he started the rhythm of his hip with that same slow seduction.

He loved the way your body responded to him, it was addicting to feel you move in sync with him, your hips meeting his thrusts blow for blow. He’d never tire of hearing you gasp and cry out in pleasure from work his mouth did on your skin. Speaking of, he had yet to hear a particularly delicious whimper he loved to elicit from you, he’d have to step it up. He gave a suddenly rough thrust just as he bit down on the flesh of your sweet spot. His reward was that intoxicating, helpless cry of bliss rising from your throat as you closed your eyes. That’s right, helpless. You were helpless under his touch, and just the thought of that got him so high he had to actively rein himself in, lest he finish before getting you off.

After such a desperate whimper Yugi’s rougher thrusts continued. Your hands gripped the couch as you picked up your own pace, bouncing up and down so hard the sound of slapping skin almost drowned out the music still playing from the forgotten game. Then, as though not satisfied with your matching pace, Yugi grabbed your ass and started grinding you against his thrusts harder.

“OH!” you gasped in shock as Yugi finally relinquished your neck to look at your face again. “Ah- Y-yugi, just like that, don’t stop!”

The layer of grinding was doing wonders to stimulate your clit, the nerves rubbing amazingly against his hard pelvis. Another desperate moan was lost as Yugi captured your lips with his, the kiss being a gentle contrast to the movement of his hips.

His breathing was harsh and ragged but he didn’t pull away from your mouth fully even as he whispered “I- I thought you’d like this” a squeeze to your ass as he pushed and pulled your hips “say that a-again” a low moan of his own escapes his lips “tell me not to stop!”

You took the risk of moving your hands from their supportive position and cupped his face, laying a languid kiss on him before whispering “Don’t s-stop! Yugi, please don’t stop, I’m ah-almost there!”

One hand still grinding you against him, Yugi used the other to reach up and tangle fingers in your hair. The grip was firm but gentle, just enough pressure to add yet another wonderful sensation as he held you perfectly in place to keep his eyes on yours. Desperate to give him something in return you trailed your nails lightly down his neck and chest, climbed them back up to rest at his nipples so you could play with them.

His moans pitched to more of a hiss at the act, and he had to close his eyes at the sensation. When your own pleasure cries changed to that telling volume his eyes snapped back open, boring into yours with an intensity that said ‘yes, that’s it, come for me, come with me- now!’

“Just a little more, I’ll be right behind you!”

Senses alight with ecstasy, your desperate thrusts became sloppy as your pleasure tightened in that ultimate high and you screamed his name as you came. You were amazingly aware when Yugi released inside you, the extra sensitivity making his cum just another welcomed sensation to ride your high out on.

His chest was heaving but you still rested your head in the crook of his neck and in turn he buried his face in your hair. As Yugi caught his breath his hands trailed up from your backside to rub loving, gentle circles across your back, pulling you more secure against his chest. You answered the sweet affection by planting slow, lazy pecks on his neck and jawline, earning a content hum. Soon enough he pulled out of you and you moved from your straddling pose, legs aching just a bit.

“How about we hop in the shower?” Yugi asked, running his finger through your messy hair.

“Hm, that sounds nice.”

With no further encouragement needed, Yugi stood, pulling you with him. He took it upon himself to set the temperature of the water nice and hot the moment you stepped into the bathroom. The shower head turned on, hitting your naked form with soothing heat that made you close your eyes with a hum of delight. Hands slid across your body and he hugged you from behind.

“Keep moaning like that and I’ll be ready for round two before we get you clean.”

Well, even if you hadn’t been ready for a second go before, his husky tone would have gotten you there. “Oh, I’m definitely okay with a round two, Yugi dear.”

He let out a little chuckle “Let me get warmed up again.”

Wanting to help with just that you turned in his arms and reached for his bottle of body wash. Squirting a generous amount onto your hands, you started lathering his chest and shoulders, working your way down his biceps and eventually, his stomach. He closed his eyes against the touch, biting his lip and humming in approval. When you traced your fingers back up his chest he tightened his hold on you, pushing you full against him as he kissed you.

He grabbed the bottle of wash from you and covered his own hands with the liquid. Lowering to his knees he started with your thighs, reaching up your back until eventually sliding his hands over the whole front of your body. Still on his knees he looked up at you, keeping eye contact as he rolled his tongue between your folds.

Knowing he liked it, you tangled your fingers in his hair, letting him see the way you licked your lips at his act. The water cascaded down his body wonderfully as he gave a few more swipes of his tongue and you answered with light tugs to his locks. Too soon he stood back up and pulled you in for a more forceful, desperate kiss, loving the noise you made at tasting yourself on his tongue. Oh, you could feel that he was already warmed up again.

“Hm, you smell like me now, I think I’m going to like that scent covering you tomorrow” he mumbled against your lips.

When he pulled back he took some time to just look at you, admire the way the droplets made their way down your lovely body. You were taking in the sight just as much, watching the water cling to his lips, neck, and chest as even more rained down every inch of his skin. God, what was it about water that could make one so hot and bothered?

After getting his fill of the sights, Yugi’s eyes drifted to something on one of the shower shelves and he quickly reached over to retrieve it. Ah, he must have left his choker there the last time he showered, because it was now hanging from his finger as he looked at you with a familiar suggestion playing in his eyes.

“Do you mind wearing it tonight?”

Always so considerate, even when he was in one of his dominant moods like tonight. You leaned in, stretching your neck in a submissive invitation “Anything for you, Yugi.”

The breath he drew in at the words had a quiver to it and he quickly wrapped the strap around your throat, buckling it secure with plenty of wiggle room. Room that he put to use without hesitation.

Hooking two of his fingers around the collar, he pulled you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. Then he was turning you around, using his free hand to cup your pussy after you braced your hands on the cool tile wall. In a quick, firm motion he was sheathed inside you again, letting out a low moan as he gave the smallest tug on the choker.

His pace was fast and hot, pressing his chest to your back so he could better hear your moans as he pounded you, never relinquishing his fingers from the collar. His other hand worked at your clit, circling, cupping or pressing with every thrust. You weren’t holding back on your cries of pleasure, but when he angled his next thrust just right you let out a borderline scream that echoed off the tile walls.

Then he was pressing his lips to your ear, hot breath puffing against your skin as he said, “Louder, I want to hear you louder.” He accentuated the demand by tightening his hold on the collar ever so slightly.

Oh, and he gave you a reason to be louder. Yugi pressed the whole of your body against the wall, pinning you so you had to take him, so that you were at his mercy as he took advantage of that perfect angle. You gave him what he wanted with no trouble, calling out so loud the sound rang against the bath tiles. But apparently, it wasn’t enough.

“Can’t quite hear you.” Yugi gave the leather a firm tug, causing a tightness around your neck to heighten your climb to release. “Scream my name again, I love hearing my name on your lips.”

You obliged, giving your loudest cry yet as you came again, taking satisfaction in the way he held you even tighter as he moaned from the sensation of your walls closing around him. He kept thrusting, though a bit slower as he was trying to savor the climb.

“Y-Yugi, let me get you off,” you managed between pants, feeling the need to give him a bit of extra attention in the moment.

“You-you mean?”

To answer you reached back, placing your hand between your bodies and giving a push. He understood and pulled out of you, quickly giving you enough space to get down on your knees.

Wrapping one hand around the base you took him into your mouth fully in one motion, dragging a long sound of ecstasy from him. He reclaimed his grip on the collar, this time tucking his fingers in front so he could set your pace. You used your free hand to play with his balls, giving them a nice rubdown as you bobbed your head along with his pulls and thrusts. It didn’t take long for him to cum in your mouth with a loud moan, the position of his tip when he did so causing his seed to spill out all over you.

Yugi was a mess, chest heaving, barely keeping upright as he braced himself against the wall with one hand, the other running gentle finger through your hair after he relinquished the collar. The water ran down his neck and back, giving you quite the sight as both of you came down from the highs.

Eventually, he was recovered enough to lean back, the hand that had been bracing him falling to cup your cheek and tilt your head to look at him. He looked you over with care, taking in the sight of you, loving the sight of you, knowing he’d never tire of looking at you.

Then Yugi ran his thumb over your lips, collecting some of his mess on the fingertip. Still, with that half-lidded look, water cascading down his chest, he put his thumb in front of your lips, a silent command to taste. You did, taking his whole thumb in your mouth and sucking, a mocking mirror of what you had just done to his manhood moments ago.

“Damn” he whispered, the sight making him wish desperately to be hard again so he could take you a third time, but he knew he was spent. So, he focused on another favorite part of making love: the aftercare.

He grabbed a washcloth from the side of the tub and turned the shower head off so the water came out gushing and hot from the bath spout. After wetting the cloth he joined you on the tub floor and pulled you into his arms. With care he started to clean you up, following every swipe of the cloth with a peck of his lips to the freshly cleaned spot, earning playful giggles from you each time.

When he was done cleaning you up and made sure no...mess clung to the floor of the bath, he put the stopper in the drain and let the water start to fill the tub. He leaned back, settling into a comfortable position with you in his arms.

You snuggled against him, giving a very content hum “You take such good care of me,” you said in a mumble.

Yugi chuckled, shifting his position a bit so he could better run the back of his fingers over still sensitive skin. “I feel like I should be the one saying that. You’re always making sure I don’t work too hard...and providing a welcomed distraction.”

“Oh? I’m a good distraction?”

He brushed his lips along your temple, planting lazy smooches, “The best. In fact, I think I have an idea on how to fix my problem now. I’ll let my brain work on it overnight, test it out in the morning.”

“Hm, you’re not going back to work tonight, right?” your tone was teasing, though showing obvious displeasure at the idea of Yugi not letting himself relax the rest of the night.

“Nope,” he chuckled, “I’m going to sit in this nice, hot bath with you for awhile, then you and I are going to go back to playing that puzzle game.”

“Sounds like a perfect night to me.” You leaned up then, pressed your lips to his. “And I promise not to play dirty this time.”

“But I love it when you play like that, and it probably wouldn’t take much to get me worked up to a round three.” He added a kiss of his own to reinforce the claim. “Still, I’m okay with snuggling on the couch the rest of the night.”

You hummed in agreement, “Me too.”

He loved the smile that graced your face, that content, but still glowing smile. You satisfied every side of him. Whether it was his curious mind, his need for hot, sweaty passion, or just his want for simpler affections. All that and so much more.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your smile grew and you leaned your head against his. “I love you too, Yugi.”

[btsqualityy]

God is a woman

Namjoon x Reader Imagine

So, since it’s officially Namjoon’s birthday according to US time, I decided to post this imagine! I hope you guys enjoy it! 😘

That bon voyage teaser though 😳😫👏🏽

Genre: Smut; established relationship

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamics, sub! Namjoon, light bondage, breath play, cum play (slightly), oral (female receiving), and hand job. Basically, definitely 18+. 

Inspiration

Life was stressful. Most people would assume that he’d be used to it by now, but nope. Six long years in, and being the leader for what was arguably one of the biggest K POP bands out right now had not at all ceased to be any less stressful.

Now, don’t get him wrong. Namjoon loved his job, if you would have to call it a job. He loved writing and producing music, he loved the boys, and most of all, he fucking loved ARMY. However, dealing the politics that came along with being in the music industry and especially with being the leader, could be a bit much sometimes. That’s why a break was exactly what he needed from time to time.

That is where you come in. Namjoon had met you two years ago, at the party of a mutual friend. Upon seeing you for the first time, he immediately thought you were the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life. You, however, weren’t as interested in him. 

Initially, he had thought it was an act. I mean, he was a member of BTS and back then, they were really starting to garner attention so it wasn’t like he was unknown. He had experienced some girls who pretended to not know who he was, as to not seem like a huge fan girl, but he’d eventually find out the truth someway.

You though. You were different. You knew who he was and even acknowledged the fact that you were fond of some of their songs, but it didn’t make him any more special in your eyes than a janitor. This made him even more attracted to you, and he tried his damnedest to get you to go out with him. Being the smart woman that you are, you declined, knowing how messy things could get if his fans found out about it.

That didn’t stop him though. He got your number from one of his friends and proceeded to ask you out, multiple times. Even though you found him annoying, you also thought it was cute how persistent he was. Eventually, you relented and you guys went out on a date. 

One date turned into two, two turned into five, and the next thing you knew, you and Namjoon were seeing each other on a regular basis. You two weren’t in a relationship, though. You’d both decided fairly early on that between him always being gone and working with the boys, and your own busy job as a business woman, a relationship would bring more stress than pleasure. And Namjoon found out fairly quickly that you were far more interested in pleasure, whether it be yours or his.

You wanting to dominate him came out in small ways at first. It started out simple, such as you telling him to fuck you harder or instructing him on how exactly to eat your pussy. Him being the type of person who loved making whoever he was with feel good, he’d thought nothing of it. However, when you came to him one day about six months after you’d both met asking if he would let you tie him up, he was definitely surprised. 

“You want to what?” He’d shrieked, eyes bugging out of his head. Giggling at him, you reached out and ran the tips of your fingers down his cheek.

“Yes Namjoon. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d love it.”

“Tie me up?” He whispered, more to himself than to you. “So, I wouldn’t be able to move at all?”

“Well, that all depends on what you’d be comfortable with trying. I could make it so that you couldn’t move at all, but I know you wouldn’t be comfortable with that,” you replied, to which he nodded in agreement.

“I could just restrain your hands, tie them together at your wrists or to the headboard. Or tie up your legs,” you explained. He bit his lip in contemplation. He had to admit, he did like it when you took control in bedroom or told him what to do. If he was tied up, he’d have no choice but to listen to you.

“Let’s try it,” he agreed, making a small smirk spread onto your face. 

“Are you sure Namjoon? Don’t feel like you have to say yes just because you think it’s something I want to do,” you advised him. However, he quickly shook his head.

“No! I want to. I think I’d really like it,” he admitted quietly. That night, Namjoon had the best orgasms he’d ever had in his entire life up to that point. After that, it was as if this unknown submissive came out of Namjoon. He quickly wanted to try more things with you, which pleased you to no end. 

Now, a year and a half later, you were Namjoon’s Mistress and he was your baby boy. Even though you two weren’t seeing much of each other these days, due to work, that was something that was constant. His cock would always twitch in excitement at the mere thought of you, or what you had done to him the last time that you both were together.

With that in mind, he had begged you to join him on tour. Knowing how you felt about other people potentially finding out about the two of you, he was able to come up with a lie to explain why you would be joining them. You couldn’t tell him no after he’d told you that, and especially not since you’d been missing him too.

And that leads to now. Namjoon’s day had been....stressful, to say the least. It seemed like everything that could go wrong, went wrong during rehearsals for tomorrow's concert. The boys had also been too playful during rehearsals, which made it hard to get things done and promo that day had run longer than it was supposed to. Last but not least, he had been painfully hard all day because you didn’t allow him to come last night.

“Joon baby?” He heard your soft voice call out, bringing his attention back to you. You were kneeled on the bed in between his parted legs. “Are you alright?”

“Mm, yeah. I’m fine,” he confirmed. You raised an eyebrow and began to stroke his thighs softly.

“Namjoon, what’s our rule when we do this? Well, one of them,” you asked.

He bit his lip as he thought back to the list of rules you both had come up with whenever you engaged in Dom/sub play. “I must be mentally present, to ensure that nothing bad happens,” he recited.

“If you’re out of your head, you won’t realize what’s happening out here,” you gestured around the room. “For example, I just spent three minutes calling your name before you answered.”

“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about everything that went wrong today,” he admitted. “I’m here, I swear.”

“I don’t know Joon. Maybe we shouldn’t do this tonight,” you shrugged. Namjoon instantly groaned at that, pulling lightly on the restraints that bound his hands to the headboard.

“Mm, no. Please. Been waiting all day,” he whispered, making you smile. You moved up and swung your legs on either sides of his hips, sitting on his lap that was only covered by his boxers.

“Alright baby. But if you need to, make sure that you use our safeword. Yeah?” You clarified, making Namjoon nod in agreement. You brought your hands up and slowly caressed his face, making him moan in happiness. “My good boy,” you smiled, making him smile as well. “Just relax and let me take all the stress away, alright?” You whispered. He nodded and groaned as he felt you kiss him. 

You pulled away from his lips all too quickly, making him whine at the loss. You made quick work of removing his boxers, sliding them down his legs. His hard cock instantly slapped against his stomach, the tip an angry red color and leaking precum. 

“Oh, look at that. My little slut is already so hard, yeah?” You teased, licking your hand before closing it around his cock. He immediately groaned at the contact, hissing through his teeth.

“Told you. Been waiting all day,” he sighed, relaxing into the bed. “Oh God.”

“Oh, baby,” you tutted as you sped up the speed of your hand on him. He began to whine even louder and twist his hips around. He was already embarrassingly close to coming, so he wanted to hold out a bit. However, you knew him like the back of your hand and you could tell what he was doing. 

“You’re about to come already? You greedy little thing,” you spat as your other hand joined the one that was already on his cock. You leaned over, letting a small drop of spit fall from your mouth onto the head of his cock. Immediately after that, you began to twist both hands on his cock. His head fell back against the headboard, and he could feel himself about to lose control.

“Mm. Gonna, gonna come M-Mistress,” he choked out, the amount of pleasure he was feeling making it hard to talk. 

“Yeah?” You asked, smiling at him. His hips lifted off the bed and he was too close to worry about asking for your permission to come. Just as he closed his eyes and was about to let go, the presence of your hands was suddenly gone and his eyes flew open. He saw you sitting in between his legs, smirking at him. 

“Did you really think I was just going to let you come that easily baby boy? Especially when you didn’t ask permission,” you griped, while still keeping the smirk on your face. “That’s the whole reason why you didn’t come last night.”

“Please Mistress. I, I need it so badly. Please,” he begged. 

“Begging already baby? You must really need to come huh?” You asked as you rubbed his thighs. He instantly nodded and shifted around, trying to make the feeling of wanting to come subside just a little bit.

“Well, you’re so close to coming but I’m not even wet. Don’t you think you should fix that for me baby?” You wondered sweetly. He moaned loudly at that, suddenly wanting to taste your pussy. 

“Please. Want to taste you,” Namjoon licked his lips at you. You quickly rid yourself of your panties before moving to untie his hands. 

“Color baby?” You asked as you untied his left wrist.

“Green,” he replied swiftly. After untying his hands, he immediately laid down flat on the bed, wanting you to ride his face. However, you continued to sit on your knees next to him, making him raise an eyebrow at you.

“I’m just trying to decide if I should let you breathe or not this time,” you told him thoughtfully. He closed his eyes, remembering the last time you didn’t let him breathe while he went down on you. He had come almost immediately after you did so he figured that maybe that wasn’t the best thing for him right now.

“Your, your choice M-Mistress,” he whispered. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

“That’s right baby. You’re just my little toy to get myself off, right?” You asked and he nodded right away. You quickly maneuvered so that your legs were on either side of his head and your pussy was hovering above his lips. 

“I’ll decide how I feel based on how good you eat me baby. If you’re doing good, I’ll let you breathe,” you said. “Think you can make me come in say, 5 minutes?” You looked down at him and he nodded. 

“Can I use my fingers?” He asked and you thought for a second. 

“I’m feeling nice today so why not?” You shrugged. “Time starts now Namjoon.” 

He immediately hooked his arms around your thighs and brought you down upon his mouth. He took his tongue and began to slowly trace your folds, making you sigh. He quickly began to pay attention to your clit, sucking lightly on the bud. 

“Fuck Namjoon,” you gasped, and you began to roll your hips over his face. He was beginning to have trouble breathing but he didn’t care. He just wanted to taste more of you. 

He removed one of his hands from your thigh and stuck two fingers into his mouth to get them wet before pumping them into you swiftly. You threw your head back at the feeling of his long fingers sliding in and out of you. 

“Yes baby. That’s my good boy,” you sighed as your praise encouraged him to work you even harder. Three and a half minutes passed and Namjoon still hadn’t made you come yet. You moved your pussy away from his mouth and looked down at him in between your legs. 

“You have a minute and a half left. If you don’t make me come, you’ll be going to sleep without coming for the second night in a row,” you threatened, making his eyes widen. Whenever you chose not to let him come, it was never just a few hours or overnight. You always turned it into a game of trying to figure out just how long he could go before he was begging you to touch him. Even though he loved it, he did not want to have to experience that anytime soon.

“I can do it. Please. I’ll-I’ll be good,” he pleaded. You nodded and lowered yourself back over his face. His lips went straight for your clit while he added another finger into your pussy. He began to pump and suck hard, which he knew drove you crazy.

“Oh fuck yes,” you moaned. “Keep going, I’m gonna come baby.” Your words spurred him on and he continued doing what he was doing. Soon enough, you reached down and rubbed you clit as you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“Want me to squirt all over your face baby boy?” You asked, moving your hips to ride his fingers that were inside of you. He shook his head in agreement, holding his mouth open and extending his tongue. Seeing him like that pushed you over the edge, your orgasm exploding from you in small spurts. Namjoon happily swallowed everything you gave him, while also extremely aware of how hard his cock was behind you.

“Oh my gosh,” you groaned as you moved away from his face and perched yourself in his lap. You immediately kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. Suddenly, you felt his cock slap your ass and you giggled. 

“You did so good baby,” you smiled at him and he replicated your smile.

“Your-your good boy?” Namjoon asked hesitantly as he looked up at you. You held his face in both of your hands and traced his bottom lip with your thumb.

“Absolutely. You’re my amazing boy,” you praised and he preened at the attention. “How you doing baby? Color?” You checked in.

“I’m a little hazy,” he admitted. “But still green.”

“The haziness is probably from you being so hard, yeah?” He nodded and you pecked his lips with yours. “I’ll let you fuck me now baby. Come on, up,” you instructed as you tapped his face. You moved off of him and he sat up, as you both traded places. You laid down, spreading your legs wide and he instantly slotted himself in between them. 

He grabbed the base of his cock and groaned at the contact. He lined himself up with your hole and looked back up at you. “Can, can I?” He wanted to ask one last time, wanting to keep being your good boy.

“Go ahead baby. Fuck me,” you nodded and he wasted no time in thrusting inside of you. He whined from how tight you were and began to pump in and out of you.

“F-fuck,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. He could feel himself just as close to coming as he had been when you were jacking him off, but he didn’t want to come so soon after he’d started fucking you. However, you had different plans.

“Come on baby. I know you’re so close. Come inside of me Joon,” you encouraged him. He opened his eyes and saw you biting your lip as you looked into his eyes. He glanced down and noticed that you were also playing with your nipples, which he loved. He sped up his thrusts, moaning loudly how at you felt around him.

“Go ahead baby. Let it go,” you told him and that’s all he needed to hear before letting go and spilling himself inside of you. The force of his orgasm was so strong, his body went limp and he fell on top of you with his head on your chest.  Chuckling, you began to run your fingers through his hair that was damp with sweat. 

“You alright Namjoon?” You asked and he nodded sleepily. “Come on baby. Pull out,” you tapped his shoulder. He reluctantly lifted himself onto his knees and slowly pulled out of you. He watched with hooded eyes as his come began to trickle out of you. Taking one finger, he scooped it up and thrusted his finger into you, not wanting any of his come to be wasted.

“Shit,” you moaned as you watched him. He pulled his finger out of you and licked it clean, smirking at you. Rolling your eyes, you got off the bed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. You handed it to him and watched as he drunk half of it in one go. After making sure that he was hydrated, you gently pushed him onto his back. You crawled back into the bed next to him and held your arms open. He immediately cuddled into you, loving the warmth you provided.

“You did so good my baby boy,” you praised, wanting to make sure he came down for sub space safely.

“Really?” He asked, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Absolutely. Always so good for me,” you ran your hand over his head as you felt his body relax. “Sleep Namjoon,” you whispered but he had already began to doze off. 

Needless to say, when Namjoon showed up at rehearsal the next day, he was so relaxed that he even surprised the boys.

“What’s up with you today?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah. You’re super...chill?” Hobi added. “You were about to blow a damn gasket yesterday.”

“I just, I did some meditation and prayer last night,” Namjoon replied with a large smirk on his face.

[idkhyuck]

HERE WITHOUT YOU- A TOM HOLLAND ONESHOT

Not to be confused with my “MEETING TOM HOLLAND” Series. i heard Here Without You- 3 Doors Down and listened to it for like 3 nights before falling asleep and it hit all the right feels. still getting a feel for writing for Tom so feed back is appreciated. also for the full effect listening to here without you by 3 doors down helps. 

~summary~ Tom is SUPER busy and misses you like crazy. this one is a little more angsty but mostly just !sadTom !sadreader but still vv cute. 

i woke up to the grey New York sky.another rainy fall day, normally you wouldn’t mind. You dreaded the commute to work. you dreaded having to come home to an empty apartment yet again. you missed being held, you swore you forgot what holding Tom felt like. the pillow you hugged at night not doing you any good anymore. it’s been at least four months since you last saw Tom. from promoting his latest whenever he could, to him constantly back and forth between Vancouver and LA working on his new project it felt like forever. you would facetime when you could. He’d made many a promise to fly home for the day only to have his plans dashed. you’d made plans to go out and see him only to have his schedule change last minute. between the two of you constantly working you’d think you were never meant to see each other again. You checked your phone and saw a few texts from tom. He was telling me all he did on set that night. it was a night shoot so he wasn’t able to call me before work. he was so sorry. 

“only a few weeks darling.” he sent as a voice message. hearing his voice sent a pang of loneliness through me. I played it again and kept it. I got out of bed, the floor cold against my feet, the wind whistling through the busy streets below me. I went to the bathroom and went through my usual business. i looked at toms side of the bathroom clean and untouched for the past few months and sighed. ugh, i hate myself for feeling like this. he’s not dead, that thought only hurting my heart even more. He’ll be back, i thought to myself trying perk myself up. A few more weeks. i sighed as thoughts of something coming up, preventing him from actually coming back raced through my mind. i ended up making myself sad again. I was allowed to be sad, my feelings were valid. it’s been four months. i thought trying to convince myself a i walked into the walk in closet we shared. Four months... wow. i thought back to the last night Tom and i spent together. We were at the premiere for A spider-man movie. We shared many a kiss in that theater that night and that night at the hotel we said our goodbyes with hopes of seeing each other sooner than later. now here we are far past later. i often wondered if he felt the same way i did. was he as lonely as me, did he miss me as much as i missed him. i had no idea how insecure i really could be if left alone to my own devices for too long. a text or phone call always coming in at the right time to save me from myself. i picked a long sleeve t-shirt and one of tom’s spider-man flannels he “borrowed” from set for me.

 you worked at a record store in Brooklyn, you practically owned it with all the work you did for them. Every day off you got you had to fight for and usually ended up spending them alone and upset at ruined plans. The last four months have been less than ideal and it was all taking a toll on you. you used to love working at the record shop and now it’s just another thing to pass the day. you never knew you were capable of feeling this low because of love. you’ve dealt with depressive episodes before all with completely valid reasons. you hated admitting to yourself that you felt this way because of how dependent you’d become on another person. yet that thought alone made you so happy, and hopeful. you loved tom with all your heart after struggling to let him in and let it happen. you felt a full range of emotions with him, you didn’t have to act or hide or put a facade. as much as that could scare you it was ultimately more comforting in the end.

 I looked in the mirror one last time as i brushed through my hair deciding on a messy bun because this weather was doing nothing for my hair. i put on a little make up feeling less than inspired to look good today. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the bowl sitting on the counter. i’d have to go grocery shopping later tonight or tomorrow. I grabbed my raincoat and umbrella and my work bag and made my way down the hall of our apartment complex. i approached the door dreading stepping out into this rain. i took a deep breath and swung open the door and opened my umbrella. The sound of the rain hitting the top of my umbrella kind of soothing. i had one headphone with some sad music playing. The one perk i love working at the record store was getting to borrow records from what we had in stock. i loved asking customers for their recommendations on artists they bought that i’d never heard of. it was always so much fun discovering new music, i’d send it to tom. I can’t wait til he gets home, we’d dance around the house listening to music like we used to. He was always a great customer coming in once a week to buy some new music for us at home. The manager loved when he came into store, it was great publicity. Once at work i emptied my bag back onto the shelves and went to my spot behind til. i had to pick our rotation for the day. i picked one of the albums i was listening to that weekend, a new release from the week and some of our customer favourites. I truly loved working at this store. We had polls online and customers would vote on their favourites run by me. i’d tally the votes at the end of the week. i hoped one day i’d be able to own a record shop like this one day. The slow tracks came to life. a perfect start to my morning. i checked my phone, i sent a good morning message with a selfie to tom knowing he’d check it when he could. i could only imagine how tired he must be. I loved how much of himself he truly put into his work. He worked so hard and he deserves all the good opportunities that come his way. i will stand by his side as long as he’ll have me as his number one supporter. 

Tom’s POV 

I woke up to my alarm screaming at me. i sighed. it was all a dream once again. I missed Y/N so much it hurt to wake up in bed alone. I picked up my phone and shut off the alarm. I had a few hours before i had to be on set. 

“Good morning my love.” was what i saw, i opened my phone to see her beautiful face, i see the hurt in her eyes, the fake smile not working on me these past few weeks. i know she’s sad and lonely, it hurts me to know that i’m the reason for that. she’s at work, i wish i could call her. 

“morning love.” i send back. “miss you.” 

“miss you too.” she send back followed quickly by “What are you up to today?” 

“call time in 2 and half hours. probably go out for breakfast.” i lied, i’d be in this hotel room dreading going out. Fans figured out the cast was staying here. i was on high security to and from set. not allowed to go out much. 

“That’s good!” she sent back “call me tonight?” she asked

“yes, for sure.” i replied 

“i have customers.” she sent with an eyeroll emoji indicating she had to go. I turned on the clock radio needing something to drown out the too silent hotel room. i flipped through the room service menu. the words hit me like a knife in my chest. 

A hundred days have made me older since the last time that i saw your pretty face  A thousand lies have made me colder And I don't think I can look at this the same. All the miles that separate Disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face.I'm here without you baby But you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time.

I dream about Y/N all the time, It’s been so long since i felt her kiss, he always cold hands, her arms wrap around me from behind when she wanted my attention. All her little quirks, our dancing around the house, The way she managed to make me feel real despite whatever was going on around us. i can’t wait to go home and not have someone watching me like a hawk, to feel my bed, my home. have someone who knows the real me. i love my job, but it’s exhausting to put on a happy face when your so tired. i’d done nothing but work for the past four months. promo tours, shoots, travelling. i haven’t even been to the UK at all this year. I sighed as i listened to the song some more. i ordered my breakfast and found myself listening to the song  again and again. i did some googling and sent a text to y/n

“track 6″ and it was picture of the album. “listen to it at home off to set. love you will call tonight”

Y/N’s POV. 

i was almost done my shift, I had a good morning, a few tourists had come in and loved the vibe of the store and even tipped me. i was almost completely distracted from my bad mood. my phone buzzed a text from tom. He sent me this song to listen to at home. i searched around the store knowing we had this in stock. I found it and signed it out for myself. My replacement came in as if on cue. i was now excited to head home and listen to the record. i knew of this band but never actually listened to them. i clocked out and made the rainy commute home. i was able to enjoy the sounds of the rain on my umbrella once again soothing me. i picked up a sandwich from the diner down the road from our apartment and made my way home. once inside i resisted the urge to play the song right away but instead opted to change into something comfy enough to go out grocery shopping later tonight. i cracked the window in the living room to let the soothing rain sounds in. i grabbed my late lunch and set it down on the coffee table, i put the record on the turn table and grabbed the remote. i hadn’t realized how cold i really was until i was comfy under the throw blanket tom bought my for christmas this passed year. it was now spring. the last real date i had with tom was eating at a rooftop restaurant in Manhattan just before new years after we came back from our christmas travels. 

I pressed play on the remote and heart the sad guitar intro, oh lord. The words sounding pained, i could hear tom saying this and feeling the same way. By time the chorus hit, tears were streaming down my face, i couldn’t hold it in anymore. i let a soft cry out as the song played. i missed him so fucking much and i hated myself for it. He didn’t need to feel bad about leaving me behind. if he was as hurt as me, he didn’t need that added stress. the song ended, i pressed the button to play it again. I sat there listening to it. Tom was so sweet, he knew the way to my heart was through song. I hated that he felt sad about missing me. He didn’t deserve to be sad. Ugh i loved him so much. i wanted nothing more than to hold him. for him to hold me. tell each other we’d be okay. why does love have to hurt so much. i thought to myself as i played it again. i took a few deep breaths and composed myself. I picked up the phone and typed out a message to tom 

“hello my love. how are you feeling? i hope works treating you good. i miss you so fucking much, but you knew that.” i sent it with a picture of the record player in the background. the song now beginning it’s fourth rotation. i listened to it once last time before spinning the rest of the album. i ate my sandwich, still feeling down but feeling better after my cry. despite the song being heart wrenching it actually brightened my spirits. i thought of the next two weeks without tom and thought it would be lonely i could only await what our reunion had in store for us. our love was special, I met tom after he rose to fame but we connected on such a real level it scared me at first. i knew he was the one for me from the start and he continued to prove that to me when i didn’t believe it.

 i did a load of laundry, made a shopping list and quickly went out to the grocery store. i saw couples holding hands, men buying flowers, stealing kisses in the aisles as they pushed their cart. i knew tom would be calling me soon so i rushed home. “on my way back to the hotel. will call soon.” was a text i got in  the uber sending a small jolt through me. once home i quickly put the groceries that would spoil away, my phone on the counter, ever present in my mind like a ticking time bomb only i couldn’t wait for it to go off. i was in the freezer organizing the chicken i bought when the phone rang scaring ten years off my life. tom’s face shone across the screen. my heart racing as i struggled to answer it in my excitment. 

“Hello?” i said

“Hello love.” He said his voice sounding tired 

“Tom.” i said sighing “hi!” 

“you okay?” He asked 

“yes.” i said “just running about the house putting away groceries.”

“oh i can cal-”

“NO!” i interrupted him “i was just finished.” i said making my way to the couch

“you sure your okay?” He asked 

“no.” i said hoping i wouldn’t end up crying. “i actually hate you for sending me that song.” i laughed 

“aww darling.” he said laughing “ did i make you cry?” he asked 

“yeah.” i said as my throat got thick and tears welled up in my eyes.

“aww my love.” he said sounding so so sad and that just made me cry even more. “i didn’t mean to upset you.” he said sounding sorry

“no.” i said trying to sound normal “it didn’t upset me.” i said my voice uneven” it just made me realize how lucky i am.” i said really crying now. “i- i was doubting myself again” i admitted “ a-and i wasn’t sure how much longer i could put up with feeling like that and it was scaring me and i just love you so much and i know you do too.” i said trying not to sound like i was outright sobbing. 

“Awww darling. i hate putting you through this.” he said sounding sad 

“no. i hate putting you through this.” i said stopping him. “the last thing you need on your workload is worrying about me.” i said 

“y/n” he said sternly “worrying about you will always be my number one priority. you’re unfortunately stuck with me and all that comes with me.” he said “the only time i’ll ever stop loving you is if you ever tell me to stop.” He said “and i hope that i never drive you to that.” he said sound defeated

“tom.” you said “don’t talk like that.” i said through my stream of tears. “i’m afraid i’ll love you for the rest of my life.” i admitted 

“good.” he said “hold on.” he said then suddenly my phone was ringing with tom wanting to facetime. i answered and saw his face, his beautiful eyes tried, his lips looking as kissable as ever. his curls a mess all over his head like he’d been running his hands through them. “you look absolutely stunning.” he said i looked in my reflection i had swollen eyes and a red nose, my cheeks were damp from the tears. i couldn’t help but laugh at his comment “i mean it. two more weeks and i’ll be home to kiss those beautiful lips of yours.” he said “play the song.” he said i reached for the remote on the table and pressed play, it came on. we sat there staring at each other listening to it. “oh the dreams i’ve had of you darling.” he said. a hint of lust in his voice 

“we’re not leaving this house for a week.” i said to him. 

“can’t wait.” he said smirking at me. just like that, i felt okay again.i knew tom loved me, i knew he would always love me. “i’ve been shopping.” he says 

“really now?” i ask 

“yes, stopped off on rodeo drive one afternoon.” he said “and all i could think of was what you would like, what you would want.” 

“Tom...” i scolded 

“don’t worry i didn’t go crazy.” he said “i got stuff for my mom too.” he said “ harry wanted a new watch.”

“tom.” i said disapprovingly 

“I have nothing better to do out here!” he said “and i miss everyone so much.”

“i’ll book us a flight later tonight.” i said

“thank you.” he said. i yawned i didn’t mean to i knew he would pick up on it. “go to bed babe.” he said 

“i want to talk to you.” i said sounding sad already 

“i’ll get ready for bed with you.” he said. 

“fine.” i agreed. i turned off the music. “we have some groceries to put away.” i sighed as i put him on the counter behind the sink so he could see the whole kitchen. 

“place looks nice and clean.” he said 

“yeah, theres’ no one here to mess it up.” i said laughing as i put some boxes in the cupboard. i turned to see him make a pouy face. “kidding” i said blowing him a kiss. two more weeks and i’d be standing at the stove with tom hopefully wrapped around me. i turned to put stuff in the pantry and was bent over looking for something and i heard tom 

“missed that ass.”  i stood up 

“i’m sure you did.” i said smirking at him through the phone. i placed the last few things 

“Where to next?” he asked 

“brush my teeth and change.” i said 

“oooh.” he said i just rolled my eyes at him as i walked into the bedroom and through the bathroom. i grabbed my tooth brush and started 

“Brush brush brush your teeth.” tom sang through the phone nearly causing me to choke on my toothpaste.i heard him giggle as i was rinsing my mouth. i gave him the finger. and took my hair down to brush it. a few more flirty remarks from tom as i was changing and i was in bed. i placed tom on his pillow and looked at him. 

“good night Y/N.” he said i’ll stay right here.” he said as i was drifting off to sleep. 

4 days until tom came home,we talked every day leading up to today. He was busy busting out the few last minute days of shooting and finishing up what he needed to get done. He was so happy he was almost done. I was working hard to get things ready for tom over here. I washed the sheets, i made sure to go out and buy all over our favourite things to cook together, i had a nice coming home gift for him. a hoodie, A new pair of sweats , a nice baseball cap. everything comfy he’d need for you guys trip to the UK in a week and a half. i also had a case of his favourite beer waiting. you asked his dad to send it to you. i was all ready for him so now the the last two days have been dragging on like crazy and there was four more to go. i walked into the shop my late afternoon shift starting soon. i saw my manager sitting at the til

“did he not show up again?” i asked referring to our one coworker who was always dipping on shifts last minute. but then  i saw him coming out of the back room with a box of records. 

“i just needed to grab a few things.” my manager said as i approached the counter “can you get me the receipt book in the back real quick i don’t want to lose my train of thought” he said eyeing me a small smile on his face.

“k” i thought. he was being so weird, maybe we finally had enough for that expansion he’s been talking about for years. i thought to myself as i walked towards his office. i saw a hooded figure standning in the room. fear rose in my chest as i gasped. the figure turned the first thing i saw was the chestnut curls and my heart nearly stopped. his face came into view his eyes lighting up at the sight of me. i ran towards him, tears sneaking up on me. i crashed into his body, his arms catching me. my heart was racing, my eyes were blurred with tears. 

“oh. tom.” was all i was able to choke out. it felt absolutely amazing to feel his arms around me, i felt safe, content, ecstatic.

“happy to see me love?” he asked holding me out at arms lenght “aww don’t cry.” he said his voice soft as he wiped away the tears. “i love you.” he said pulling my back into him, taking a deep breath. 

“so, you can have the rest of the week off as well as next week.” my manager said in the door way clearing his throat. 

“are you sure?” i asked wiping the tears from my face, pulling my shirt down. trying to look presentable again.

“yes, you deserve it.” he said “i’ll be fine here.” he said 

“don’t get too used to life without me.” i teased as i walked over and gave shook his hand.

“wouldn’t dream of it.” he said looking around his office i’d spent one afternoon organizing. “get out of here.” he said “there’s a car in the back.” i smiled at him in thanks and made my way out to the ally with tom. sure enough there was a car waiting at the end of the block. i stopped and pushed tom against the wall. i looked at his lips and he looked at mine, his eyes darting up as he pulled my face towards him. our lips met all the feelings of loneliness and hurt and sadness gone now fueled by the fire in my heart and soul. recharged as we kissed in the alley. his hands wrapped around me pulling me close to him. the kiss felt like it went on forever yet i missed him the moment i pulled away. 

“let’s go home.” i said grabbing his hand and leading him towards the car. 

[braincoins]

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t know...”

“Please?”

“Okay, but... in costume? You’re sure?”

“Trust me.”

Technically, Lance was here to cover it for the site. 

I love my job so much.

He was getting paid to attend the first Starlight Con, where the geeks of the city could pay honor and homage to their superhero. And he had a press pass to get him into basically any and every event he could want to attend! 

Cosplayers were everywhere, most as Starlight, but he caught a few Paladins wandering around. The dealer’s room was packed with superhero-related RPGs, CCGs, video games, and comics. 

Lance spent a good chunk of time in the artist’s alley, which was full to bursting with fanartists, fanfic writers, and a slew of fancomics. These were the hardcore fans (aside from the cosplayers), and he interviewed a few (and let them promo their stuff in return).

“Starlight does so much for this city, and she really captures the imagination!”

“I think it’s important for my daughters to see a strong black woman hero. She’s their idol - and mine, too.”

“I just think she’s super hot.” Because of course the fanboy contingent was out in spades. Lance drummed up some controversy asking their opinions on Paladin, and there was almost a literal fistfight between two fans when one said he thought Paladin and Starlight should hook up and the other said that Starlight didn’t need a man. Convention Center security was right on that, thankfully. Lance quietly decided not to publish the video he got of the fight; it’d just be embarrassing for them both, and “nerds fight over their opinions” wasn’t exactly newsworthy.

He was taking a lunch break when he saw two people stroll in wearing the best costumes he’d seen yet. They were Starlight and Paladin, of course, and they were almost immediately thronged by con-goers eager for pictures. 

The Starlight cosplayer seemed a little anxious, but her partner whispered something in her ear, then grinned and posed for the cameras. She copied him somewhat uncertainly and everyone snapped away and thanked them. Huh, first time cosplaying, maybe? Well, hers, for sure. He snapped a couple pics as they walked by and went back to eating his overpriced hot dog. Lunchtime was sacred. Hopefully he could catch up with them later.

There was a panel starting at 1 PM about the need for superheroes in this day and age. Lance got there early for some good crowd shots, recorded the whole thing, and got some interviews with the panelists afterwards. There was a police representative who gave the standard “vigilante” line, of course. One of the panelists said she was a cop but stressed that her opinions were her own and not representative of the city PD before saying that she loved Starlight and was glad she was out there, but that she didn’t want normal civilians trying to do what Starlight - and this new one, Paladin - were out there doing. “They’re... unique. Let them do the dangerous stuff. There are so many other ways of being a hero: adopting a pet from the shelter, or adopting a child from foster care! Donating time and money to a soup kitchen or homeless shelter. Taking a moment out of your day to do something nice for someone else.” Lance got every word she said... but didn’t get her number sadly. Oh well; can’t blame a guy for trying.

Coming out of the panel, he ran into the super-good cosplayers again, but they were thronged by other cosplayers asking about how they made their outfits. “Starlight” was uncomfortable with all the attention and questions; “Paladin” seemed to be enjoying himself, saying it was a “trade secret” and he could tell them but then he’d have to kill them and making everyone laugh. Lance let them be for now.

He prowled around the dealer’s room some more. There were some modern day snake oil salesmen here, of course, claiming that their smoothies or drink powders or “super foods” would make you healthy and strong just like Starlight! Lance tucked his press ID into his shirt; they’d pounce on him if they saw a chance for free advertising. He did take free samples though; most of them tasted kind of chemical-y, but there was some sort of granola crunchie thing that was actually pretty good. Might not make me a superhero, but at least it doesn’t taste like cardboard dipped in paint thinner. 

The con organizers seemed to have segregated the wackos into one area. Most of them were obvious nutjobs, but there was one, run by what looked like a high school girl, that made a pretty compelling case for Starlight being an extra-terrestrial. “It explains her gadgets!” the girl declared. “Super advanced tech, like nothing anyone’s ever seen!” She leaned close to Lance to confide, “And I think her ears are actually pointed. I mean, what point in making them look like that otherwise? It’s not like pointed ears are a necessary part of a ‘starlight’ themed aesthetic, y’know?”

“You think Starlight’s a space elf?” he asked skeptically.

She frowned as she straightened up and folded her arms. “That’s reductive. I think she’s an alien who happens to have pointed ears. ‘Space elf’ is just silly.”

“Oh, sorry, of course. Thanks for the food for thought, though.” But, it was a good point: why did Starlight want her ears to look like they were pointed?

Most people weren’t interested in looking too deep into the gift horse’s mouth. They were just happy Starlight existed and was willing to help out. There was another panel at 3 of people who had been saved by Starlight. Lance had to run and it took a flash of his press pass to get in since they’d just closed the doors.

Heh, I wonder if Shiro’ll be here. Everyone at the paper knew that Shiro’d been saved by Starlight hundreds of times, probably. He was probably her #1 Most Rescued or something.

But, alas, no sign of his colleague. Some of the “panelists” were mundane - “Starlight helped me carry my groceries” - but there were some more exciting ones. One guy had been part of a small crowd evacuated from a Planned Parenthood when a wackjob had threatened to blow it up.

“I tripped and fell and I could feel my ankle give. Probably wasn’t broken, I thought - and I was right, as it turned out - but I didn’t think I was going to hobble out of there in time. But then Starlight showed up, picked me up, and ran out of the building.

“You all probably know the rest of the story: the bomb did blow, but it didn’t have enough force to do more than knock out some windows. Made a mess of the waiting room, though. And that was where I tripped. It might have killed me, or at least injured me a lot more.”

A woman saved from her abusive partner. A group of kids who’d not only been saved in the moment from a drive-by shooting but who had thereafter dedicated themselves to making their neighborhood safer, following Starlight’s example. A teenager who said he’d never met Starlight or seen her in person, but that following her crime-fighting career gave him a reason to keep going every day despite the bullying he endured for being trans. “She’s black, like me. When she’s not wearing the mask, I bet she has to put up with bullshit all the time. But she doesn’t let it beat her down. She keeps going out there and saving people. Knowing she’s out there lets me know the world’s not as bad a place as it seems sometimes.”

Lance interviewed every single one of them afterwards, even the little old lady with the groceries. No task too small for our hero, he thought with a satisfied smile.

He was about to leave for the day - the con went all weekend, and he wanted to file the report soon so maybe more people would come tomorrow - when he came across the couple with the awesome costumes again. Last chance! He called out, “Hey, Starlight! Paladin!” and jogged up to them.

They turned towards him; Paladin smiled widely but Starlight just groaned, “Oh my god.”

“Fantastic costumes! Can I get a picture? I work for the online version of The Daily World, and you’d be a great cover image for the story!”

“Anything for one of the citizens of our fair city,” Paladin said in a deep voice. I love it when they’re in character, Lance thought. 

“This is too much,” Starlight protested, doing a spot on impression of that weird, British-y accent of hers. “In the paper? Are you kidding me?”

“Really, you’re a knockout, both of you!” Lance assured her. “Best costumes I’ve seen!”

“It’s important to have only the very best equipment when you’re fighting crime,” Paladin agreed.

“You’re loving this,” she accused him.

“I absolutely am,” he replied with a wide grin. “Come on, Starlight. It’s for the paper.”

She sighed. “Oh, very well. I suppose it will look nice.”

“You gotta pose,” he told her, striking his own ‘Valiant Defender of the City’ pose in demonstration.

“Oh, this is ridiculous.” But she did her own pose anyway.

Lance snapped a few pics. “Perfect! Fantastic! I swear if I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were really them!”

Paladin started laughing, but then Starlight grabbed his arm. “Okay, that’s it, we’re leaving.”

“Aww! We’ve only been here a few hours!”

“That’s more than enough. Besides, if we’re too tired, we won’t be having any fun tonight.”

“Fun or fun?” he asked her.

“Either.”

“Okay, we’re leaving.” He waved at Lance. “Take care, citizen!”

“You too!” Lance said with a laugh as Starlight hauled him towards the exit. He checked his photos of them, which were all excellent, of course, chuckled, and headed out as well. He had a story to write.

{The Adventures of Starlight & Paladin}

[anotherfiveyears]

20: For You Blue

*Virginia, The day before Thanksgiving 1996*

He pulled his rental car into the parking lot of the little strip mall in Alexandria and nervously shoved a couple pieces of gum in his mouth. The clock on the dashboard clicked over to 5:55 and he took the uniformity as a good enough omen to brave entering the record store.

The bells jingled happily above the door, intensifying his butterflies and her voice drifted from the back room. "Be right there!"

He darted to the Rock section, keeping his back to her when she emerged from the back room carrying a box of Christmas decorations. "Can I help you find anything?"

"Yeah, you guys have that new Goo Fighters yet?" he tried not to laugh as he stared up at a promo poster of him and the band from a photo shoot he didn't even remember being at.

"Foo Fighters or Goo Goo Dolls?" he could hear the twinge of irritation in her voice as she made her way over and turned to watch her flip through a stack of records. "The last Goo Goo Dolls was released a few years back, but the Foo Fighters..." she found his first album and held it up, gasping in shock when she finally looked at his face. "Goddamnit, David! You are such an asshole!" she cried.

"Happy to see you too, Annie," he laughed and dragged her to him, hugging her tightly and hoping he didn't have to let go.

"You cut your fucking hair!" she exclaimed, running her fingers through his chopped cut.

"Do you like it?"

"Um..." she wrinkled her nose a bit but giggled. "I think it's going to take some getting used to."

"Good enough," he decided, trying to hide his frown when she wiggled out of his arms. "Need help closing up?"

"Sure! You remember what to do?"

He nodded and let her take the cash tray in the back before moving behind the counter. Finding himself facing a wall covered in posters, pictures and other random memorabilia of his, he spotted a frame holding a collage of ticket stubs and pictures. Several Scream, Nirvana, and even two Foo Fighters stubs were positioned over pictures of Anna and her Dad, both of them happily smiling in front of the lit stage where Dave was performing. He heard Anna returning to the front and crouched to shut off the stereo.

"This is new," he said, tilting his head at the wall.

"Yeah, Dad's a big fan," she said simply and put the cash tray back in the register.

"I wish I would have known you were there..."

Anna leaned against the counter with a raised eyebrow, daring him to go on. He sensed her irritation and leaned against the wall, copying his cheesy grin on the poster behind him. "Can I take you to dinner?"

"I don't know, kitten," she replied with a half smile. "Can you?" Her eyes drifted to the silver band on his ring finger.

Fuck. He had meant to leave it in the car, but he had been too eager to see her. "As friends."

She snorted a laugh and tossed her keys at him, "Here, you drive. I just have to lock up."

Perfect. He hurried to her car and slipped into the driver's seat, pulling the demo tape from his pocket and shoving it into the car's stereo. He switched it to the CD player just as she hopped into the passenger seat with a bright smile. "So where are we going?"

*

"Sorry I couldn't make it to the west coast," she sighed and flopped onto the bar stool. "The holidays are just insane at work. Especially now that Clinton won again."

"Maybe you can come over in January," Dave replied, dragging a bar stool close to hers. He had taken her to a tiny dive bar that he and Jimmy frequented. It wasn't fancy, but he knew he wouldn't be recognized or bothered there.

She laughed a little and leaned her elbows on the bar. "I think I'm still hungover from your last birthday, David."

"Yeah, I think we both had a good time that night," he said quietly.

"So, how long are you here for?" she asked, trying to appear casual as she took her beer glass from the bartender, but he caught her smile.

"I have to be back in the studio January third."

Her eyebrows shot up as she took a drink. "That's a long break! Aren't you guys under a deadline?"

"Yeah," he sighed, "but the sessions are tougher than I thought they'd be."

"How so?"

"I don't know," he sighed and sat back in his chair. "It's so different than with Kurt and Krist or when it was just me and Barrett. Now these guys all look to me for direction and I have no idea how to give it without sounding like an asshole."

"Aren't you the one that writes all the songs?"

"Yeah, but..."

"They're just asking for guidance on how to play what's in your brain," she laughed and shook her head. "Your poor brain."

He stared at her profile, marveling at her obvious answer. That's exactly what he had done with Kurt when they recorded. His job was to interpret what was in Kurt's disaster of a mind and play the drums accordingly, why didn't he see it sooner? Between the divorce and the stress of the record, he felt in a fog. There hadn't been a neutral party around him in so long, someone that wasn't a band member or someone that didn't depend on him for a living and it was beginning to kill the pleasure in making music. Anna suddenly burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand.

"What's so funny?" He had forgotten how contagious her laugh was.

"Your fucking hair, David! Oh my god," she giggled.

They spent the rest of the evening sharing plates of fried bar food and beer, laughing about their younger days and talking about whatever was going on in their lives. Dave feigned ordering another beer at the rail so he could pay without her protesting, though he knew she saw right through him. She even leaned into him as they walked back to her car and he instinctively put his arm around her, wondering if maybe she would ask him to come home with her. Just as he was about to open her car door for her, he heard her stifle a laugh and felt her hand in his pocket, then she was gone in a breeze of giggles. He chased after her, catching her arm just as she made it to the driver's side door and pressed her into it. He held up the $20 she had shoved in his pocket before tucking it into her coat. She tried to glare, but couldn't keep a straight face.

"Sometimes I forget how much I miss you," she giggled.

"You should teach me how to forget cause I miss you all the fucking time."

*

Dave threw her car into park back at the record shop and sat back in the driver's seat. He wanted to talk to her more, just spend a little more time with her before they had to go their separate ways. Anna had held his hand all the way back from the bar, seemingly lost in her own head as she wasn't as talkative as usual.

"You okay?" he asked cautiously.

Her head snapped up and she forced a little smile. "Yes, just fine. Thanks for surprising me tonight. I had fun." Before he could reply, she was out of the car.

She reached out to brush her hand against his as they crossed paths in the beam of the headlights and quickly slid behind the steering wheel. He spun around and followed her, his heart in his throat knowing she was about to listen to his demo tape.

"Wait, Anna," he held the driver's side door open and leaned across her to switch the stereo from CD to tape. The tape clicked over and he knew he had exactly twelve seconds to say goodbye to her. "Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Of course," she nodded, confused by his behavior. "I'll be at my parent's all day."

"Great." He quickly kissed her forehead and shut the door, hearing the first riff of the song when he climbed into his own car.

Dave rolled his window down and watched her, knowing just by the look on her face that she was absorbing his words. She stared straight ahead at the circles her headlights made against the brick building, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. The song built and faded, then ended as she sat motionless. He began to fidget thinking she hated it, maybe she would think he was making fun of her, maybe he shouldn't have ever recorded the song when she finally appeared at his open window. Her face was neutral, maybe a little stunned when she took a breath.

"It's not even a word," she breathed.

He barked a laugh, that's what everyone said when they heard it for the first time. "Not unless you're leaving voicemails after half a rack of beer."

She gave him a forced smile and stepped back a little, "Will you come talk to me for a bit?"

"Yeah, sure," he said quietly, now totally convinced she hated the song. She was going to be so pissed when he told her it made it to the record.

Anna unlocked the record shop and the bells chimed loudly into the silence. She let him lock the door, putting distance between them as she hurried to the counter. They kept the lights off as the light from the back room was enough for them to see, but still hide any emotion they couldn't keep from their faces. Leaning her back against the counter, she faced him with a deadly serious voice. "How much of it is about me?"

"The song or the record?" he winced when her eyes went wide and she spun away from him to hide her face in her hands. "Just two songs, Anna," he lied.

"David!"

"Okay, fine. Four. Maybe five." It was six, but he wasn't about to tell her that now.

She took in a sharp breath and pushed off the counter, unable to look at him as she walked into the back. He found her in the stock room, sitting on an empty vinyl crate with her head in her hands.

"Anna..."

"No, David," she said sharply. "No."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, I don't know," she snapped. "Not write about my personal life for public fucking consumption?"

"No one's going to know it's you," he insisted, sitting across from her on another crate.

"Bullshit!" she cried. "You don't think there aren't entire teams of journalists out there trying to dig up dirt on you?"

His stomach dropped. "Have they gotten to you?"

She only stared at him, her lips a thin line.

"You know, most girls would love to have a song written about them," he regretted his words as soon as he said them, but he didn't know what else to do.

"Oh, dear," she cooed sarcastically. "Am I not showing enough gratitude-"

"... Anna," he warned.

"- for having my love life broadcast all over the world? My apologies, oh great one... Have I angered the mighty rock god? Was a virgin sacrifice not good enough?"

He sat back, her words feeling like a slap in the face. The last thing he wanted to do was fight with her. He had been looking forward to being with Anna for weeks, they were having so much fun earlier, but he had managed to ruin everything with a four minute song.

"Can you just understand why I wrote them?"

"Yeah! I mean, why would you ever keep something that private from the masses?"

"Cut the sarcasm, Anna."

"Cut the song, David."

He jumped off the crate, startling Anna enough that she fell backward. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet, gritting his teeth in anger. "What am I supposed to do? You're all I think about anymore, you're... Fuck, Anna! Everyone is on my back telling me I need to write something with meaning and then when I do, the only person I care about fucking hates it."

"I'm not-" she forced herself out of his arms and took a step back from him. "I didn't say I hated it. The song is beautiful, but you're fucking married, David! I don't want to be the other woman. Don't do that to me."

"It's already over, Anna! How many times do I need to tell you that?"

"You still go back to her, David. You live with her, you wear your wedding ring when I'm not around. For all I know, she's waiting for you at your mom's house right now. And when the record is released and people start digging, they'll find out it's me. Please... don't do this to me."

[diianawonka]

Warnings:  dunno… drunken Justice League crew? xd

A/N: Hi everyoneee! Last night I had insomnia again (I forgot to take my pills, btw) and I decided not to let it affect me and use it as an advantage to write something cute and nice with Ezra, since I’m having this super duper bad crush on him again HAHA! he’s so sweet and soft and pure and I love him so damn much! I wish I met him and talk to him… I’m sure he would be someone good to trust without fear of being judged! Anyways… this is going to be a mini-series (maybe 2 or 3 parts I dunno) I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do writing it! , sorry for my horrible english, I’m trying my best!

Based on this post

Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

Title:  ___(I don’t have this much imagination sorry.. if you can help me to choose one, it would be amazing!)

Part 1

It had been a long time since the last time you saw your best friend… You’d met him a few years ago thanks to your cousin Gal at her birthday party. The chemistry between you both had been instantaneous and there was not doubt that every time she had the opportunity to put you together in the same place, she did it.  But you had a boyfriend back then and you had no choice but to leave Ezra in the friendzone. Best-friendzone. Despite that, you both kept in touch and met whenever you could.

Today everything was different, you had ended up with your boyfriend and Gal had called you because she was in the city promoting her new movie, Justice League.  You had agreed to go out as a group tonight and if possible get a little bit drunk to celebrate. They had let you choose the place because this was your hometown and you knew about good places to go.  

You weren’t an extravagant girl, you could look pretty good being in your pajamas and with disheveled hair, so tonight you’d decided to wear skinny jeans, black boots and your favorite denim jacket; you didn’t want to attract attention and you were sure that your friends either…. They would already do it just for being who they were.

You met Gal and her friends at a famous Mexican bar around 9 PM. When you arrived you only met Gal and Ray sitting at a table in the background of the bar, they greeted you happily before you took a seat.

“And how are you guys? How are you doing with the promo?” You asked excited, you had always been a superheroes’ big fan and your relationship with your cousin was so good that when she got the role of Wonder Woman, you were the first one she called.

“Pretty good Y/N,  the press conference is in two days and soooooooomeone” Gal said “is quite excited to invite you to the event…. And by someone I meant Ezra” She smirked at you raising an eyebrow.

You felt your cheeks begin to burn, you were sure you’d blushed enough “Really?” you asked incredulously, you knew there was something between you two, but you preferred to just treat him as a friend.

“Yeah…” Ray commented “Ezra’s my friend Y/N and I’m not supposed to say it but I’m sure he has an intense crush on you” you laughed

“I don’t think so…” you denied shaking your head

“Y/N! COME ON! You finally ended up with your stupid and useless boyfriend… give him a chance, he’s a great guy!…. A little weird but he’s amazing” Gal said, grabbing your arm and pecking your ribs with her fingers making you to laugh.

“He’s my friend, guys…. If  he invited me, it would be just like that, do you understand?”

“But wouldn’t you reject him?” Ray asked

“Of course not! He’s my best friend!”

“Friendzone alert…”

“OH! Shut up Ray!” you laughed “where is he, by the way?”

“He got stuck in the hotel… a lot of fans came, and you know how he is with his fans…” Gal informed while giving a slurp to her drink.

“Yeah, and Jason wasn’t ready yet… he had some problem with his hair or something like that, I don’t know” Ray commented as he called the waiter, who approached him “What do you recommend us Y/N?” he asked.

“Well, it’s a Mexican bar… have you tried the Mexican flag shot?”

“uumh, no, I don’t think so, I’ve never heard about it”

You laughed “Let me explain you, there are three shots, that make up the Mexican flag colors, one is lemon juice, another is white tequila and the last one is sangrita… it is something like tomato juice with hot sauce and pepper, It’s really good”

Gal and Jason grimaced “Alright” they responded at the same time

“Okay” you ordered five Mexican flags shots and the waiter left again.

A few minutes later Jason and Ezra arrived, you couldn’t help but get excited when you saw your best friend, it had been too long since the last time you’d seen each other. It was always good to meet someone like Ezra, he greeted you with a warm hug.

“How are you Y/N? When are you going to visit us?” Ezra asked smiling widely while putting his arm around the back of your seat

“Very well Ez, a little bit stuck with work and… I hope to go soon, I really miss Alma and I’m dying to finally meet Maya” you smiled enthusiastically mentioning your nieces “I hope to be there for Thanksgiving, but my mom hates all those things, so I don’t know what’s going to happen”

“Oh darling! You can come to spend Thanksgiving with my family, I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind!” He confessed while smiling at you, who were you trying to lie? You really liked this man.

“Thanks Ezra!” you smiled shyly

“Awwwwweeee” Your three friends said it at the same time,  Ezra and you turned to see them and you felt your cheeks burn.

“What?” You asked timidly

“I want to be the godfather of your first child….” Jason laughed

“NOPE! I’m his best friend. I’m sure he’ll choose me”

“Of course not! I am her cousin, which obviously gives me priority”

You rolled your eyes and heard Ezra laugh; before they could say anything else, the waiter appears with the five Mexican flags shots leaving them in the table’s center.

“What is this?” Ezra asked

“They’re called Mexican flags… it’s kind of a Mexican super shot” you replied as you took your three shot glasses closer to you

“And how do you drink it?”

“Oh well… first you have to put some salt on your thumb to lick it at the end, you drink the tequila, followed by the lemon  and finally the sangrita” you explained to your friends “we can start with this and then ask for something easier… what do you think?”

“Sounds good” said Gal

Everyone takes their tequila shot to toast

“For the Justice League” you said smiling and rising your glass

“For the Justice League” the others repeated and drank their shots one after the other

“Wow…” Ray exclaimed “this is really good” he confessed”

“Told you”

The truth was that none of you asked for any easier drink and kept drinking Mexican flags shots and dancing all night, you were having a very good time, taking several pictures and Ray kept filming to you and Ezra all the time… He was that kind of friend who always played Cupid and tries to get people together; you knew that those videos would probably be everywhere on the internet tomorrow, but you were so drunk to care about it.

At about three o’clock in the morning, there was only Ezra and you in the bar, you knew that your cousin and her friends had left you both alone on purpose. Before leaving the place, a group of fans approached you both and asked him for pictures, you agreed to take them and started to feel very bad for not being able to even focus the camera or stop laughing. The girls thanked him and finally the both of you were able to leave the place.

The pavement was wet which caused you to almost fall to the ground, but Ezra managed to grab you from the waist before you touch the wet ground. You put your arm around his neck while laughing

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” he asked you worried

“Yes… yes…” you answered laughing a little more

“Do you want me to call an Uber for you?” He pulled his cellphone out of his jacket

“Oh no! My apartment is only a few blocks away, I just need to sit down for a while” you walked to the sidewalk and sat down, no matter how wet it was.

“I will not let you walk alone home, even if it’s only ten meters away” Ezra sat next to you.

You put your head on his shoulder while you saw him lighting a cigarette “How I get this drunk? God…”

He laughed as he passed his arm through your back to feel your body tremble with cold. “It was you who induced us with those mortal flags… none of this would have happened if we had ordered beer”

“Oh my GOD! What a blasphemy to ask for beer in a Mexican bar EZRA!” You buried your head in his neck softly and you heard him laugh, it was not unusual for you to be this affectionate, but tonight he looked strangely more attractive than the previous ones.

“I missed you” He whispered giving you a kiss on the forehead

“I missed you too, idiot! You just become famous and forgot about your commoner friends from real life!” you joked making him laugh and you took the cigarette from his hand to put it between your lips

“I would never forget about you little pumpkin”

You hugged him while you hiding your head in his neck again, smelling his cologne combined with the alcohol and smell of cigarette, yet, you still loved his essence.

“In fact..” he said after a few minutes of silence “I wanted to invite you to the press conference in two days” you looked at him

“Really?” You asked, feigning astonishment, as if Gal and Ray hadn’t told you that a few hours before.

“Yeah, I mean, I know you’re a big fan of superheroes and all those nerdy and fantastic things… and we can take a companion, I thought you’d like to go…But If you don’t I totally understand”

“I’d love to!” you confessed enthusiastically “Woow Ezra, It’s amazing!” He looked at you smiling, he couldn’t believe how beautiful and natural you looked when you were excited. He loved your smile, he knew it from the first day he saw you at Gal’s party “Ez?” you whispered when you noticed that he was staring at you deeply.

It was his chance. It was now or never. Somehow, he had to know if you liked him or not. He hoped you do it because otherwise it would be a shame to ruin your friendship… but he was drunk enough to do it so he didn’t doubt a second in taking your cheek and approaching to kiss you. You were in shock for a second before catching what was happening and then responding to the kiss, putting your hand on his perfect jawline and coming closer to him intensifying the kiss. He stopped by joining his forehead to yours and giving a lightly kiss on your nose.

“Let’s walk home…”you whispered giving him another kiss before he helped you stand up.

______

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[niall-is-my-dream]

The Bucket List - Chapter Eight

You were absolutely stuffed after your Mams Sunday roast. She is such a good cook and loves nothing better after the Sunday lunchtime drinks rush at the pub than coming home to a joint of meat roasting slowly in the oven. She does the best roast potatoes ever to. Claire started clearing the table and you got up to help. In no time you'd cleared up and loaded the dishwasher together. Michael came in to the kitchen to get everyone a drink while you and Claire went off into the living room to put your feet up. You'd not been sat down long when a text came through.

"Hi, just landed and waiting for my luggage. Can I still come over tonight? About 8:30? Have missed you x."

"That'll be Niall." Your Mam said smiling. 

"What how did you guess that?" You asked. 

"Your face lit up when you read the message!" She replied. 

"Shut up!" You said smiling. You replied telling him you'd see him about 8:30 and that you'd missed him to.

An hour later you said your goodbyes and thanked your Mam for dinner. "I'll see you for golf Wednesday Pops?" You asked. 

"Yes perfect." He replied.

You walked the ten minutes home and headed straight to the shower to freshen up and get changed. You didn't want to look like you'd made too much effort so you just put your hair up in a messy bun and slipped on some shorts and a vest top.

He arrived early about 8:15, you opened the door to find him in his comfy joggers and a t shirt. He looked as gorgeous as ever and your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you. He had his overnight bag in one hand and he ran his fingers through his hair with the other. 

God he looked hot when he did that. 

"You going to invite me in?" He asked, smirking clearly having caught you staring at him.

"Come on in." You said laughing.

He popped his bag down on the floor of the hallway as you closed the door and then grabbed a hold of your hands and wrapped them around his neck. His hands were on your bum and he pulled you as close as you could be. His forehead was resting on yours. 

"Missed you so much." He whispered.  

"Missed you to." You replied. "Been counting down the hours till I could kiss you again."

"Lets not waste any time then." He said leaning in to kiss you. H

His kisses were hungry and he moaned in your mouth. You felt heat in your heart and wetness in your centre. You couldn't get enough of this boy. He'd got your heart completely. He pushed you against the hallway wall and kissed you hard but slow. His mouth finding your neck that he nipped and sucked at.

"Been thinking about sucking your thick hard cock all day." You whispered in his ear as you moved your hands down to the waistband of his joggers. H

A growl escaped his lips as you slowly knelt whilst pulling them down and letting his erection spring out. You teased over the tip with your thumb before taking him in your mouth. Starting off slow you sucked gently before taking him all the way in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat. Using your hands to pump what you couldn't fit in. His hands were threading through you hair and his hips thrust to slowly fuck your mouth. You could feel the wetness between your legs and you were so turned on, you knew if you touched yourself you'd cum within seconds.

"Annie you need to stop or I'm going to cum in that dirty little mouth of yours." He said dragging you up to face him. 

He kicked off his shoes, joggers and boxers and you felt his hands yanking down your shorts and knickers. You kicked those off to as you felt his hand swipe down across your folds and then he gently slipping two fingers inside you. 

"So fucking wet, you dirty girl." He whispered.

You let out a moan at his touch. It had only been a few days since you'd seen him, but it felt like forever. He removed his fingers from you and you let out a whimper at the loss of his touch. He grabbed at the hem of your vest top pulling it up over your head and removed his t-shirt straight after. You undid you bra and he pulled it off you, staring you right in the eyes, almost mentally fucking you. You were both naked standing in your hallway, you pushed up against the cold wall. 

"Tell me what you want Annie?" He whispered, whilst kissing at your neck and chest. 

"I want you to fuck me hard against this wall, make me scream your name." You whispered firmly back. 

You had never spoke like this before during sex, but fuck it turned you on. You felt comfortable with him and that you could push your boundaries and desires with him. 

"Jesus Annie, you are so fucking hot." He said, lifting one of your legs up and bending his knees slightly.

He lined himself up with your centre, before he pushed himself all the way inside you. 

You let out a moan. "Fuck yes." 

He kept his hand on your leg giving him the angle he needed to fuck you hard and deep. The other hand moved up to slowly caress you breasts, pinching at your nipples making you whimper in pleasure. You ran your hands across his shoulders and into his hair. 

"Fuck, Niall....... yes, harder harder!" You moaned. 

He was thrusting up inside you so hard that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. 

"Jesus Annie, I'm not going to last long, cum for me." 

And he put your nipple in his mouth sucking hard as he tilted your body slightly, hitting you right in your g spot over and over again until you cried out his name your orgasm crashing over you. Your legs felt wobbly but he had a hold of you as he fucked you through your high before releasing himself inside you, his own orgasm causing him to cry out your name and multiple curse words. His head lay in the crook of your neck as he desperately tried to bring his breathing back to normal. 

"Fucking hell, I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life. I can't move my bloody legs." He said chuckling. "You'll be the death of me Annie Hammond!" He said releasing your leg. 

You laughed together as he slid out of you. He gently kissed you running his fingers through your hair. 

"God I'm crazy about you." He said in between kisses. 

"I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you." You replied, your hands resting on his sides. 

You could've stayed standing there naked in your hallway, but you could feel your orgasms slowly started to leave you and you knew you needed to clean up.  Niall had literally only arrived at yours some 20 minutes ago and yet here you were, both of you fucked senseless. 

"I'm going to clean myself up." You said. 

He released his hold on you, kissing you one last time before he watched you pick up your clothes and walk away naked from him into the bathroom. 

When you arrived back in the living room wearing your vest and shorts Niall had already put his boxers and t shirt back on. He had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was leaning against the kitchen counter. You reached him placing your arms on his hips and smiled. 

"Better cross that off my bucket list!" You said smirking. 

"You are a naughty girl Annie, and you are driving me crazy!" He said. 

"Hey! What did I do?" You asked. 

He put the lid back on the water bottle and placed it to his side on the counter. He turned to you cupping your face and kissed you softly. 

"I haven't thought of anything but you for the last two weeks, I feel like I need you with me all the time, like its not right when we are apart. And on Wednesday I go away for 10 days and I'm dreading it. I'm feeling things I've never felt before. It's crazy how quickly I've fallen for you."

You didn't know what to say, you looked at him, his blue eyes desperate for you to give him a sign that you felt the same. 

"Niall you have my heart completely, If we want this to work we need to deal with the separation, enjoy the times when we are together. I'm not tied to a job, so I can visit you anytime anywhere if you want me to. Lets make a pact to never be apart for more than 2 weeks."

"Agreed, would you visit me in LA or come with me on promo trips?"

"Yes, if you wanted me to. But I don't want to tag along all the time. You need to enjoy it with your team and band."

He brought his hands away from your face and entwined them with yours. "I'm so lucky to have met you." He said.

"Well it was a major set up by Katie. Her and Willie had a plan apparently!" You said laughing. 

"Ha! Thought so."

"You hungry babe? Can I fix you dinner?"

"No thanks, I ate before I came over, knew you were eating with your family." 

"Fancy a beer and a cuddle on the sofa then. We can watch the golf highlights if you like?" You said smiling. 

"Perfect plan."

You grabbed two bottles out the fridge and you both got cosy on the sofa. He sat to your left and wrapped his right arm around your shoulders as you pulled a thick wool blanket over your legs that was resting on the foot stool. You sat and watched the golf highlights, Niall telling you about the tournament he'd just been at, you loved how passionate he got when he talked about his work in golf.

You sat in silence for a while, both of you tired after a long day and the quick hard sex you'd had. 

"Come on babe, lets get you to bed. You look shattered." You said.

"I am, but I'm looking forward to a day in bed tomorrow." He said with a wink.

Chapter Nine

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[twohearts-hs]

Kiwi (Part 3) - Harry Styles Imagine

Words: 2,039 

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Part 3 of ‘Kiwi’ -  Part 1 - Part 2

Her life was on track, complete track, she was proud of it, she was far from the mistakes of the past. She realised that she was closer to her son’s first birthday, then her past with Harry, Scott, drugs and alcohol, and she kept that mindset.

Having a child was hard, they tell you that, you ignore it, and then you live it, and realise it is hard. But she worked through it all, she did what she did best, and just lived. She loved Noah more everyday, she took off time from work, and lived as a single mother, no father in his life, she raised him, and proud. He was too young to know what a father is, she just gained the love more from him, without someone there.

Noah was six months, a perfect mix between the two, Harry and (Y/N). But he was six months when a Styles member contacted her, it was casual, she found, it was not a anger message, but a simple check up. Gemma Styles called her on a Tuesday morning, and it took her by surprise. Of course she answered it, Gemma and her were like sisters back then, Gemma helped her through it all when Harry just left, and now her best friend was calling her, after not talking for years.

It was simple, a hello, and a how are you, just checking up and all. They told each other of their lives, and their jobs, especially, but she never mentioned Noah to her at all.

“Harry told me that you left him a message, about a pregnancy, light me up on it.” She simply asked, it was not nagging her or pressuring her, it was a simple topic question, that they should empower on.

“Yeah, I’m glad he has not contacted me, Noah is amazing, he is six months now, and he is just beautiful, I’m so proud to have him, he is just amazing. I’ll send you a picture, if you want, but he has these amazing green eyes, and he has brown hair, he is just beautiful, I feel complete, you know what I mean?” She replied, starting to feed him, placing him on her chest, feeding him, with the phone between her shoulder and ear.

The conversation went on, what she loved the most was that Gemma did not talk about if the baby is ok, can Harry come in, is she good and all, she loved that about Gemma, she never pressured you to say anything. But what took her by surprise is a question, “I’m in New York in a few months, mind if I pop by?” (Y/N) knew how to respond, she knew how to tell her that she is always welcomed, and she knew that Gemma respected her decision.

When Noah turned 8 months, she came over, she looked different from the high school version of Gemma, she aged, she became a beautiful young woman, she noted that she looked very independent. When she walked in, it felt like old times, having a glass of wine, talking about each other’s stories, while she held the little guy, she called him her nephew, which broke her heart.

“Look at Auntie Gemma, look at me, baby, awww, come one, smile!” She would say, it broke (Y/N)’s heart seeing her falling so in love with her baby, but having the father’s sister in his life, but not the father himself. But she told herself, if Harry wanted to be part of her life, he would find a way to get there.

It was late at night when her little boy was sleeping that they got into serious discussions. She always felt like she could talk to Gemma without it being awkward or embarrassing, so they talked deeper things.

“Is there any male individuals in his life?” The question was broke up, Gemma was taking sips of wine, and she helped herself to a cup of water, one glass of wine a day is all she needed. (Y/N) felt fine with the question to be honest.

“There are some, not a father figure, I don’t think he needs one at this point, but my two gay friends, Luca and Alex are helping me raise him a bit. They are a couple and love him to bits, they would come through my door with new ideas of outfits and they love taking him out, so there are males, but I don’t clarify them as his father. But, he does have male people in his life.” She simply said. Both of them sat on her patio, watching the city below themselves, the car honks and little chatter, it made her feel happy, in a way, to have Gemma back in her life.

“He wrote a song about you.” She said out of the blue, (Y/N) turned her head towards Gemma, giving her a questioning look.

“He thought the message was fake, so he wrote a song about you and the message. It is called ‘Kiwi’.” She said, looking at her, they both gave each other a blank expression.

“Of course he thought it was fake, I went through such a hard time, that I resulted to drinking and drugs, and he was just there, and I use to lie and shit, so of course he does not believe it, I don’t blame him.” She said, taking a sip from her water, Gemma still looking at her, not knowing what to say. She took her phone out and googled the song, listening to it. Gemma studied her expression, it was not showing a sign of anger nor embarrassment, she started to laugh.

“The song did sum me up pretty good, ‘Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect’, oh my, so true, and the chorus is what I sent to him in the voicemail. I went home to a cactus, true, my fucked up ex-husband, he is great at this songwriting, I always knew.” (Y/N) said after listening to the song, laughing, Gemma started to laugh with her.

The night ended well, Gemma went back to her hotel and the two of them said they would meet up again, one day, and she went on. She told Gemma everything that happened, and Gemma simply said, “I don’t blame you.”

Harry was in New York with Gemma, he was doing a promotion project with his new album that came out, while Gemma just wanted to tag along and visit some friends. But what he did not expect was a post on instagram of a child, when she was suppose to meet up with an old friend. He studied the picture then looked at the caption, “So glad to finally meet this little guy, he may look big and tough, but really is a sweetie. So proud of you @yourinstagram.”

He felt broken looking at that picture, it was true, he really has a baby in the world and he doubted it the whole time, and his sister was the first to meet him. He has a baby boy, has his eyes, but her hair, nose and lips, but the eyes were the exact to his, and he felt in love, and he has not even met him. He needs to see him, he wrote a song, thinking it was all a lie, but really it was not, so he did what he thought was right, he called his sister.

Gemma answered straight away, she was driving he took note, but he needed to talk to her about his son, and he needed to find a way to meet him. She started a conversation about a wine she had at her friend’s place, noting that she was to saying her name, and he had to stop her.

“Gemma I know you were at (Y/N)’s, I saw it on instagram.” He started. She started to ramble about how she knew how he felt about her, and the baby, but she had to find out.

“What is he like, what is his name? How is she, (Y/N), is she fine, is she ok with handling it all. Shit, Gem, I feel so bad that I never believed it. Fuck, Gemma, I have a kid, and I need to see him and—” Gemma stopped him, having enough of his self pity.

“He is beautiful, his name is Noah, Noah Alfie (Y/L/N) and he is an angel, he is so like you. He loves (Y/N) like no tomorrow, he would not let her go. But she is fine, she is on track with her life, she drank tonight, but she had half a glass of wine and called it a night for that, she just hit a rough patch and you were there to make her feel better. She went to rehab, and she is fine. I told her about your song, ‘Kiwi’, about her, she laughed, god, Harry, I miss her laugh.”

“I know me too, I need to see her again, she seems fine, she seems like herself once again.” He said, Gemma replied with a ‘yes, better than herself’ and just chatted since they have not seen each other all day.

It was two days later when he saw her again, she was at a café sitting by herself, with a baby on her lap, she smiled and giggled with him, and he fell in love all over again. He looked from afar not knowing what to do in that situation. She was clean cut, she wore a white blouse, and jeans, her hair was braided and she was smiling down at her little baby, their little baby. He wanted to see her, to hear her, and he wanted to hold him and to tell him that his daddy will protect him no matter what, because he was perfect already, he has not met his son yet and he knew already that he was perfect. So he watched, watched their actions, never once she went up to flirt, nor look at her phone, she placed all her attention on him, reading to him, playing and caring for him, while having a scone and a tea. She use to love having tea and scones in the morning, the mixture together, he remember. He remember she use to dunk them together and eat them, he remembers how much he loved her, so his feet took over and he slid in front of her, holding his cuppa.

“Hey!” She said smiling to him, it was not cold or anger, it was welcoming, it was like she forgot the past they had, he just waved.

“Did not know you were back?” She said, starting the conversation, he sat there for at least half a minute, and she only looked up twice, still placing her attention on her baby, who was now playing with her spoon.

“Yeah, I produced album and it’s out, so just doing promo. Look, (Y/N)—” He started, but he got interrupted.

“Do you want hold him?” She said, finally looking up for a long period of time towards him, he nodded, she went up and sat next to him, placing him in his arms.

“It was wrong for me to cut him out of your life, Harry, I’m really sorry. His name is Noah.” She said, still taking her distance at the seat, he looked over at her, she was smiling, she looked beautiful, he looked beautiful. He looked down at his baby, who was still hanging onto the spoon, he fell in love, with both of them.

“It’s fine, you were mad, I was mad, and we acted on it. I’m sorry too, (Y/N) for everything. I still love you, you know it, I’ll forever love you, because you just do this thing called existence that makes me go crazy for you.” He said looking at her, she smiled, pushing back a piece of hair, and giggled.

“I love you, too. How about we start from a fresh beginning, Hi, I’m (Y/N).” She started, placed her in front of him to shake, he smiled, placing his in front of him, shaking hers.

“I’m Harry.”

Finished the series, woohoo! Please request ideas, I love to hear them. But, thank you for all the great comments and likes, it really made my day and helped me continue this series. 

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Stronger Together prompt. How about the first time Alex and Maggie are hanging out at an apartment without makeup? That can be a rather self-conscience thing, depending on the woman.

A/N: Big thank you to my girlfriend for her help with this prompt! I’ve never really gotten into makeup (I think the last time I wore it was on Halloween, and that probably doesn’t count), but hopefully with her input I was able to get to something that sounds/feels realistic.

A/N 2: I’ll post this on AO3 either tonight or tomorrow to pair with @thebiwisebrownkid‘s prompt about Maggie’s deep red lipstick in the S3 promo ads when I finish writing it.

“Surprise!” Maggie announced with a grin, stepping back subtly as she noticed Alex slipping her gun back into the drawer in the table next to the front door.

“Did we, uh, did we have a date?” Alex asked, looking slightly panicked. This was all so new, and the last thing she wanted to do was have Maggie think she was already forgetting about her.

“Nope, just thought I’d surprise you with some coffee. If you’re busy, that’s totally cool! I don’t want to intrude. Just figured, I was in the neighborhood…” Well, she was in the neighborhood because she drove out here, but it still counted.

“No, no, that’s really sweet. Come in!” Alex finally said, stepping back and allowing Maggie into the apartment. “Excuse the, uh, outfit,” she added with a nervous chuckle, realizing she was in a ratty old t-shirt and gym shorts she was fairly certain still had pizza grease stains on them from last sisters night.

“I see nothing wrong with it. You look cute, Danvers.”

“Yeah, well,” Alex shrugged, looking altogether unconvinced.

“I promise,” Maggie whispered, stepping closer and kissing Alex’s cheek softly.

It was then that Alex realized that she hadn’t bothered putting on makeup, had stepped out of the shower after her morning run, thrown on some ratty clothes, and gotten ready to clean (before Maggie knocked, of course; now she was ready to spend however long Maggie was willing to stay hanging out with her girlfriend…and, god, did she like the sound of that). “Shit,” she muttered. “Um, let me just, freshen up, okay?”

“I promise, I really don’t mind the attire,” Maggie assured Alex, tugging at the Barenaked Ladies shirt that had long since faded from too many washes. “You’re still cute on laundry day. And, if your laundry day outfits are like mine, I bet even the granny panties you’ve got on under those shorts are cute too. I mean, better on the floor, but…”

Blushing, Alex swatted at a laughing Maggie, feeling a little too embarrassed at the moment to correct Maggie and tell her she actually wasn’t wearing any—she’d let her laundry go that long. “Yeah, but just, I’ll only be a minute, okay?”

“Are you okay? I really, I don’t have to stay! I’m sure you had other plans. I’ll leave your coffee and pastry here and catch you later this week?”

“No! I want you to stay,” Alex insisted.

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to get dressed up for me. I mean, hell, I know on weekend mornings I’m in clothes a lot grungier than those,” Maggie laughed.

“It’s not just the clothes,” Alex added with a shrug, refusing to make eye contact as she picked at the hem of her shorts. When Maggie still looked confused—and rather adorably so, Alex had to add—she took a deep breath before she spoke again. “I’m not wearing any makeup, either.”

Her words tumbled out so quickly it took Maggie a moment to understand them, but once she did, she took Alex’s hand in hers. “Hey, Alex? I mean, first of all, you’re beautiful no matter what. But second of all, I’m not just dating you ’cause you’re hot. I mean, you are. But I fell for you because you’re brave and smart and you’re willing to fight anyone to protect the people closest to you. And all of that matters so much more than whether or not you had a chance to get your eyeliner perfect before seeing me.”

“It’s just…” Alex paused, trying to figure out why it bothered her so much. She thought back to the way her mother had praised her for “actually making an effort to look nice” on the holidays when she’d shown up with her makeup done flawlessly, though that sentiment was never extended to her when she had on darker makeup on her way out to the bars—a desperate need after long hours spent with her family. She remembered long afternoons spent with Vicky hanging out at the local mall and shopping for lipstick and mascara that they didn’t really have any use for, since they weren’t allowed to wear makeup at school, but they would go back to Vicky’s house and practice on each other for hours. And it was fun, getting to feel like they were adults, like they needed to be all dressed up for some formal gala. Plus, with Vicky it always turned into some kind of adventure—as soon as the eyeliner went out too far or the eyeshadow looked a bit garish, Vicky was ready to turn it into her next great big idea for a Halloween costume.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Alex,” Maggie chimed in. “I mean, I wear makeup most days too. I don’t know, it just felt like a rite of passage.”

“Yeah,” Alex sighed, looking thoughtful. “I mean, it was a nice way to bond with Kara and even with my mom.” She figured now wasn’t the time to talk about how oblivious she had been to her infatuation with Vicky. “Like, my mom helped me find colors that looked nice with my skin and hair, then I helped to teach Kara. It was…nice. Helped her to feel like family, you know?”

“Yeah,” Maggie nodded, smiling softly at Alex. She’d never gotten that with her own mother, had been too much of a tomboy to want to spend time in makeup stores and malls, but as she got older, she found she liked the contrast she could create, the way her red lipstick paired with a sleek motorcycle and a worn leather jacket and boots, the way people didn’t always know quite what to do with her. “Well, how about I wash mine off too so you don’t have to feel like I’m all dressed up when you’re not? And we can hang out here and drink coffee. If you need help dragging your laundry downstairs, I can help with that too,” she offered.

“You’d give up your Sunday to help me do my least favorite chores?”

“Yeah, why not?” She didn’t add that nothing could feel like a “least favorite” if it meant spending more time with Alex.

“It’s just…I don’t know,” Alex shrugged. “I don’t know that I’ve ever been with someone who would give up all that time without wanting something in return.”

“Oh, I obviously expect lots of kisses,” Maggie teased.

“Maybe a little under-the-shirt action?” Alex joked back.

“Only if you’re offering…” Maggie replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Now, point me in the direction of your facewash!”

A few minutes later, Maggie returned, her face a little pink from a slightly over-vigorous drying and her jacket slung over her arm, leaving her in just a white v-neck t-shirt.

“You look cute,” Alex complimented her, and she found that she meant it. Of course, Maggie could be wearing a burlap sack, and she’d likely find her gorgeous.

“So you’re not noticing the giant stress pimple on my 30-year-old cheek?” Maggie laughed, though, truth be told, it still made her feel a little nervous.

“Nope. Too distracted by your big brown eyes and that perfect smile.”

“Mm, very smooth, Danvers.”

“Yeah? I probably deserve a kiss for the effort.” With a smile, she leaned over, pulling Maggie in close by her shirt. “Yeah, definitely deserve a few more kisses.”