#I just watched vip and HAD to make this dumb post

[cramdaniel]

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet x Reader pt. 17: the Billionaire and the Prostitute

Guys, this took so much effort not to post on Monday, I'm glad I'm in a groove writing this, but I also have the patience of a toddler 😭 Anyway, welcome to chapter 17, this one's a tad longer :)

"Mhm...yeah...no yeah, you can bring him! Sure, it'll be at a club anyway."

You laid on your stomach, horizontal on the bed, while the calico kitten curled on your back. You had a little feather toy in your hand, a stick connected to a line that held a jingling feather ball, which you teased the curly cat with.

You suppose you should be using their real names, now that they had names: Romeo and Juliet.

Cute, wasn't it? You didn't really use them though, they really just had a variety of nicknames:

for Juliet - Jules, Missy, girl, cat, chunk, brat, and whatever else comes to mind whenever she's doing thing's she's not supposed to.

For Romeo: sir, silly, dumb-dumb, beanbag, curly, buttface, and whatever else comes to mind when he's staring off into space like he knows something you don't.

Anyway, Romeo didn't do much with the toy. He watched it, lazily swatted at it every now and then, but for some strange reason he meowed insistently when you stopped.

it was a little annoying when you were trying to make plans for your birthday. It was soon, almost too soon, you can't believe you're already 22. You wondered when L's next birthday was...

Stop, this wasn't about him. He's him, you're you, you don't care about him or his birthdays.

You were going to have the best birthday since...since a while! Looking as good as ever, going to the most expensive club in the area, getting absolutely wasted, out stripping the strippers. Y'know. Classy.

Currently, you were inviting everyone you know. Friends from your past job, friends from your current job, exes of exes, anyone. You'd even rented out a VIP room, the kind celebrities use to do coke off waitresses' tits. Now you could do coke off a watress' tit, if you were so inclined.

you rolled over, forcing Jules to hop onto the ground. She immediately attacked Romeo, playfully biting at his face in a way that made him lean to one side, away from her relentless teeth.

"Yep...bye!"

One more off the list. You told everyone to bring whoever they wanted, as long as they were decent enough. Hopefully, you could have enough to rent out the whole club.

You snapped in Jules' face, wanting her to unlatch, but she paid you no mind. Brat.

As a means of escape, Romeo hopped onto the bed, and retreated into the pillows. Juliet found some other toy to occupy her.

As the cat commotion finally ends, you get a call. It was L, of course.

"What's up?"

"Your birthday is in one week."

"It is," you nod.

He opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt him.

"I'd need next weekend off, for my party. Just in case you were thinking of calling me in."

That made sense. Why wouldn't you want that? "Yes, of course."

"What'd you call me about?"

"I...wanted to know if you'd like anything in particular."

He was lying. You wouldn't call him out on it, but you had a good idea on what it was about.

"No. You don't have to get me anything."

"That was all. Have a good evening, (Y/n)."

"Yeah, thanks..." you pause. "You too."

You hang up.

All of this stuff, the house and the car, the big birthday bash, the cats: it was all because of him, in a way. At first, you condemned him for putting you in such a situation, like he forced you to do what he said. But, it really wasn't by force. Sure, you made the decision out of desperation, but it wasn't his fault. He offered you something amazing, and for little in return, you took it. It filled you with guilt, to deny him the love he showered you in, but after a few weeks of this, you found the guilt only grew when you iced him out.

This wealth and new quality of life gave you the chance to do something. You had your faults, you knew, and before you convinced yourself it was just how you had to be. But that wasn't the case. You could be a better person, nothing was stopping you. And you would start with being kinder to your benefactor.

You would be polite. Good to him, even. Wishing him a good evening was the olive branch that would begin that.

You look over at Romeo. He's watching a spec of dust with incredible attention.

Sweet boy.

You look to Juliet. She's hissing and jumping at her own shadow.

You'd need a cat-sitter.

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it was raining.

Your hair, previously stiff with hair product, clung to your face. Your mascara ran rivers down your cheeks.

How did it happen like this? How did your birthday go to complete shit?

You remember doing your second shot of tequila, cheering and clapping with your friends while swaths of people danced and talked. Your favorite songs were playing. Plus ones of plus ones wished you a happy birthday, conveniently leaving out your name because they couldn't remember it.

It was perfect.

It was perfect, until you spotted an ex.

"Who invited him," you shouted over the music, pointing to the 33ish man chatting up a younger girl.

Your friends all looked at each other, shaking their heads, either oblivious or in denial.

You were going to confront him.

You stood, took another shot, and marched over. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"What!?"

"What the hell are you doing here!?"

"I was invited...you look good!"

"Don't talk to me like that, I don't want to see you again!"

"Look, I'm sorry about how it ended!"

You paused. He never apologized before. You were a little too tipsy to have discernment.

So you spent the better half of an hour catching up. He really did seem better.

You left him because he cheated on you. His argument was that because of your job, you did the exact same thing, but he was rescinding that sentiment now. He seemed so sincere.

He was the reason you stopped dating older guys. The guy after him was why you stopped dating all together. Now, given your situation with L, you figured it was best if it stayed that way, at least until you've gotten more comfortable with the arrangement. But you were ok with being friends again.

He, apparently, wasn't.

He had a few drinks, and while you were in the middle of laughing at a stupid joke, he leaned in to kiss you.

"Woah, hey, what're you doing?!"

"What do you mean?!"

"I just want to be friends, I'm not-!"

"What the hell?!"

He started going on and on about how you led him on, about how you can't just walk up dressed like that without expecting something, about how he's always thought you were such a whore.

He leaned in for another kiss, and you jumped away. This time, he grabbed you.

It wasn't overtly sexual, it wasn't particularly hard, but it was scary. It was dangerous.

You didn't even think, you slapped him clean across the face.

He released you just enough, a sliver of freedom, and you bolted before he had an even bigger reaction.

It took pushing, shoving, and stepping in undisclosed substances to get to the door. You burst out, into the rainy night. The drops were fat, heavy, falling into little rivers and puddles. You needed a moment to cool off.

You stood out there, five, ten, fifteen minutes. You were wet, but nobody would judge you. When you turned around to re-enter, the door didn't budge.

You pushed it harder. It yanked against the latch.

It locked automatically.

So here you were, locked out of your own party. Thankfully, you had your purse in hand, so nobody could steal it.

What now?

You sat on the pavement and cried for a little while. That was nice enough. The rain never cleared, but it did get heavier. Sharp, slanted, like cursive on paper.

The music blared. The party went on without you. Nobody even noticed you were missing, because of course they didn't. You weren't drunk enough for this.

You opened your purse, and took out your phone. Who was there to call? Everyone was inside. Everyone, except...

God, this was embarrassing.

You dialed his number. He picked up as quick as always.

"Hello, (Y/n). Are you enjoying your party?"

"I need you to pick me up."

He could hear the nasal tone of your voice. You were crying.

"I'm on my way."

There were no questions. He hung up.

it took less than 10 minutes for the limo to breeze through, stopping right by the curb you sat on. The front passenger door opened. You were met with the sight of L, stepping out of his crouch to meet you halfway. Rain ran through his hair, across his face, wetting his shirt beyond use.

"You didn't have to get out," you sniff, wiping your eyes. The mascara streaked further, across your cheek.

"I wanted to open your door. I'll be sitting in the back with you."

He closes the front door, and slides the back door open. You don't ask anything else, and bumble into one of the many seats. They had seat warmers, a mini-fridge, a small TV. Even a divider between the back and the driver's seat, so it was like its own room. Fancy.

He gets in again, and sits in the seat across from you. As the car jumps to a start, he opens the mini-fridge and offers you a can of something.

Your cold, shakey hand takes it. It's green tea. You guzzle it down in one go. He says nothing, only watches you as if you're the most important thing in the world.

"What," you grumble.

"...what happened," he asks.

You want to give him some rude, biting remark...but he's so gentle. So quiet. You know he only wants to help.

So you told him, with as little detail as possible, what happened.

He's silent for a long stretch after.

"Would you..."

L is a man with few tells. His pokerface is impeccable. His words are smooth and dulcet. His mannerisms are little more than aloof.

But when you look at him, with those sweet, wet eyes, with those lashes sweeping across your cheeks as you blink back frustration and tears...he swallows. He swallows hard as he considers his own offer. As he rolls the words around on his tongue like marbles bumping against his teeth in an effort to escape.

"Would you like company?"

You open your mouth to say no. You wanted to go home and shower, to cry into your mattress and sleep through every single birthday for the rest of your life.

But you find you sleep best in his bed. By his side. It makes you sick to think about, but you were just barely drunk enough to lower the walls of your stubborn nature.

"Fine. Take me to your place."

He reaches into his pocket, and plucks out an earpiece. When he switches it on, he wastes no time bringing it to his lips, and giving a polite order to navigate to the hotel.

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He let you shower, first. When you came out of the bathroom, clean and with a clearer head, you snooped around his closet. You found a few sundresses hanging, in several different colors. They were cute, but not what you needed right now.

You needed something comfortable. Something you could lounge in that wasn't pretty or sexy...something like...

L has never stared so hard at anyone else in his entire life. To see you, the object of his deepest affections, clad in a pair of panties loosely covered by one of his own shirts...it was transcendent. He watched as you padded over to the couch he sat on, as you settled beside him with a tired, worn out pout.

"You don't mind, do you?"

He slowly shakes his head. "Not at all."

You figured he wouldn't. While his tone and expression were mild-mannered, that fire in his eyes showed just how effective the look was.

Not that you wanted that. You just needed something comfortable.

He gnaws on his thumbnail, drinking you in one last time, before suddenly standing and walking off.

"Goodbye, then," you scoff. Rude.

He returns with a box.

Again?!

Once he settles back down, he pushes the flat, velvety container into your hands. "I planned on giving it to you tomorrow."

You look to him, and he nods in encouragement.

with steady caution, you open the box.

It was most intricate gold chain you've ever seen, like the tendrils of a vine. Your birthstone hung in the center, a droplet of glittering beauty.

In the negative space of the box sat a pair of matching earrings, designed to dangle elegantly with gem details as stand-out as the necklace.

"Oh, L..."

"I realize my last gifts were fairly selfish. I hope these make up for it."

Your fingertips glide across the gems, admiring the color and quality. "You didn't have to..."

"I wanted to. Would you like to wear them?"

You chew on your lip, contemplative. Were you classy enough to deserve these?

You slowly nod, and take the earrings to put them on yourself.

He gently reclaims the box from you, and takes the necklace out of the safety of its containment.

L waits patiently for you to finish exchanging your earrings. The moment your done, he opens the clasp of the necklace with his lithe fingers in preparation.

"Turn around for me, please."

You shift on the couch, turning your back to him as you tuck your calves beneath your thighs.

You can feel L's breath ghost over your skin, right before the cool metal settles on the dip of your clavicle.

"Y'know, a bottle of tequila would have been just as appreciated," you tease.

"That can be arranged as well," he murmurs. You can tell he's playing into your joke, the hint of amusement in his voice enough to bring a warmth to your belly.

His knuckles graze your neck, just as he pulls back. You turn back around, and a slight smile pulls at his lips. "It suites you well."

You tilt your head down to look at it, your hand coming to pet at the item. "It is beautiful," you sigh. "You didn't spend a fortune on this or anything, did you?"

He keeps his eyes locked firmly on the jewelery. "I spent what was necessary."

You frown. "You don't have to do stuff like this, all I want for my birthday is to...have some fun. I appreciate it, really, but don't go out of your way for me."

His gaze is sharp as it returns to yours. "I care for you, deeply. Nothing is too far out of my way."

You wince. He really did love you. It was so frustrating, why couldn't he just...use you? Why couldn't he just screw you and be done with it?

"L...can we not talk about this? I don't..." I don't want to have to tell you how I feel again.

He looks to one eye, then the other. "Very well. It's your birthday. What would you like to do?"

"I don't know...honestly? I just want to get drunk. But it's kind of sad getting drunk alone, and you're not the drinking type."

He didn't have to tell you for you to know, he was in no way a drinker. In fact, he's never even had alcohol.

"This is how you want to spend your birthday?"

"Well how do you spend your birthday?"

He looks up in thought. "Most recently...having sex."

You blink. "Like...with someone else?" You don't care. Of course you don't.

"No. With you."

Oh. What?

"What?"

"On my last birthday, you happened to come over."

"When?"

"October 31st."

"Your birthday is on halloween??"

"Yes."

Of course it is.

He continues, thoughtful: "It was nice. I plan on making it a sort of tradition, if that's alright with you."

You, for some odd reason, can feel your face tingle with heat. "It's your time, I don't care...a-anyway, sex is just as indulgent as drinking is."

"I disagree. However...okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay. I'll drink with you. As I said, nothing is too far out of my way for you."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"Yes. What do you recommend I start with?"

You laugh. Once again, you know more about something than him. He seemed to know everything other than how to loosen up.

"Well...you like sweet things, so maybe a cocktail. It'll help hide the taste of the alcohol."

"What will you drink?"

"I'll probably do some shots."

He nods slowly. "Shots of tequila?"

"Yep. You might want to get a daiquiri, it's the sweetest one I can think of now."

He picks up the landline, and gives his orders.

"We could probably play a drinking game, to make things more interesting. I take a shot, you take a sip of your daiquiri."

"I don't see why not. What game?"

"Hm...what about..." you look to the table. It's littered with candies and treats, like always. "Okay, how about the poison game?"

"The poison game?"

"Yeah, it's easy. Basically, you take some sweets, like these-" you pick up a bowl of little chocolates, and grab a small handful- "spread them out, and pick one without the other person knowing which one you picked. That one is 'poison', and if the other person takes it, they have to take a shot...or a sip of their daiquiri. You take turns picking until both of you take the one the other person designated as 'poison.'"

He nods along, following your instructions. By the time you're done explaining, your supplies are already here.

L answers the door, whispers something to Watari, and takes the tray. It's equipped with a bottle of tequila, shot glasses, lime, salt, and a pitcher with three or four servings worth of daiquiris.

He sets the tray down, pours his glass, and examines the liquid. "Daiquiris are usually made with white rum," he comments.

"Usually," you shrug, pouring yourself a shot. "Ready?"

He nods, and glances at the rows of mini chocolates. "I've picked one."

"Me too. You go first."

He makes a careless move, taking one on the far right. There was no point in thinking it through, it'll end the same no matter what.

"Ha! That was mine," you laugh, shocked at how soon he took it. "Take a sip."

He sticks a twisty straw into the drink (adorable, by the way,) and takes a gulp. His nose immediately crinkles, and he sputters out a cough. "You enjoy this?"

You smile. "You'll get used to it."

And he did, eventually. After running out of the first bowl of candy, and being delivered the second (what he whispered to Watari for), you were both wasted. It took you way too many shots, and him...two daiquiris. Poor thing.

As his inhibitions dropped, he slowly unfolded, until he was sitting as any normal person would. Leaned back, relaxed even. His face was red, and his eyes were glazed.

"This is...is incredibly..." he couldn't think of the word he was looking for.

You laughed at how he slurred. "Stupid?"

"Mh...stupid," he agrees.

You burst into a round of uncontrollable laughter, hugging your sides and leaning on him for support. It wasn't that funny, but it really got you good.

"You laugh at so many little things...I think it's beautiful..." he mumbles, pressing his face into the top of your head.

"Ugh, shut up....so annoying when you say stuff like that," you whine.

"Izz true. I love you, vvvvery much..."

You were laid on your side now, but you pulled your head back from him to look up. "Know what's funny," you ask, barely able to keep yourself together.

"What?"

"I don't!"

Another round of laughter.

He doesn't laugh, he only pouts. "I'll still love you...Mn...I don't like to be drunk...."

You finally calm down, and pull yourself up by the backing of the couch. "Imma bitch," you sigh. "I'm sucha bitch..."

"I'd...I'd die for you...I've done many things for you...to have you...you'll kill me one day..."

You bring an uncoordinated hand to his face, and brush some of his hair away, not hearing a word he says.

His gaze floats from your eyes, to your cheeks, to your lips. His arms raise from his sides, before jutting out to hold your waist with awkward, gangly movement, like he was a puppet on strings. His lips crash onto yours and you immediately lean into it, your hands grabbing at his hair and neck.

"You're so lucky your dick is so pretty," you slur.

"Pretty?"

"Mm...I'm not s'posed to tell you this..."

He leans in.

You whisper shout: "But you're the best I've ever had."

He smiles, a raw, genuine smile, and kisses you again.

"You smell like you," he groans, violently burying his face in your neck, taking in a big whiff. "Being drunk is..."

"Stupid?"

"Stupid..."

You both fall backward, your head crashing onto the armrest. "Owww..." you grumble.

"I ap -hic- apologize..." he sighs. He slips his hand between your head and the wood frame of the couch.

"Kiss me 'gain."

He swallows.

Your mouths crash, nothing but tongue and teeth, need and want, heat and alcohol.

He humps your calf, shifting back and forth for the friction, all the while muttering into your mouth. "It's odd...you get me erect...so much...you're so tight...I think about you when..."

If you were sober, you'd remark about how he never made such vulgar comments like this before. About how his words made you slick with fervent need, about how your panties were nearly soaked through.

"In my clothes...on purpose...unless..."

"Take me out've em."

He doesn't have to hear it twice. His hands eagerly rip at the fabric, yanking the shirt over your head.

"No bra. Who was this for," he muses.

You know he's not actually asking you when his clumsy hand find your breasts, gripping the plump flesh.

"Just 'cause I can. Also I took it off in your room." Even if he wasn't asking, you still wanted to answer.

"Mmph." His mouth was around your boob now, taking as much as possible before pulling back to suck and lap at your nipple.

"You're so weird," you giggle, settling your hand in his hair.

"I love you."

"Stop it." you swat at the side of his head.

His hand ghosts down your side, searching for the elastic of your underwear. The second he finds it, he yanks them down.

"Take me to the bedroom," you whine.

He immediately stands, and pulls you up by the wrist. You stumble over each other, leaning against one another for support, and the second you get to the bedroom, you crash to the mattress.

L pauses by the edge to take his own clothes off, nearly getting stuck in his shirt and tripping over his pants in the process. He doesn't even bother with his boxers.

"You look -hic- delicious..." he mumbles, clambering into bed and nuzzling into your neck. He locks his lips to your shoulder, sucking the flesh purple.

You didn't stop him. There was no reason to. He was your only client, there was no worry about someone else spotting it and feeling disgusted.

He pulls back with a pop, and thumbs over the mark. "You taste as good as you look," he slurs.

"You're like, obsessed with me," you tease.

"Yes," he nods.

"Keep going."

He buries his face in your chest, breathing in the deep scent of your skin as his hands pet straight lines down your sides. He trails wet, needy kisses down your ribs, across your stomach, until he reaches your hips. He doesn't think, he doesn't ruminate, not like usual. He just...does.

He pushes his face into your folds, lapping a sloppy track from your entrance to your clit.

Your moans are unrestricted, hot and heavy in his ears as he all but makes out with the bundle of nerves at the top of what he considered the ambrosia of the gods.

"Mn...oh...L..."

L hooks his arms around your thighs, wanting you even closer. He had opened his mouth as far as it would go, slipping his tongue inside and prodding around until he found that sweet spot. His nose pressed at your clit, slick with you, just like the rest of his face.

The noises he made at his own fruitless attempts to lick you clean were nothing short of animalistic, snarling and groaning and drunk on more than rum.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck...yes!"

As if on cue, the phone in your purse rang just to ruin the moment. You slap around at the nightstand, searching for it.

L glances up, just long enough to watch you flip your phone open. He pulls back, but you shove him right back in.

"Don't stop," you command, and even with that bratty tone, he can't help but comply.

"Myeah?"

Music blared from the other end.

"Where are you?! Isslike two inna...what?! What?!?!"

your friend was talking to someone else.

"What ever! But yeah...where are you?!"

"I'm with a guy," you laugh. Your eyes meet his, long enough for him to watch you squeal as he slurps up the juices that coat your swollen clit.

"A guy?! D'you leave with...fuck, whazzis name...Minato!?"

"Mno."

L is diligent enough to keep his head down, but jealous enough to slow at the mention of someone else. Your phone was on speaker, unbeknownst to you. Not like you'd care anyway.

"This guy's differen'."

He looks up at you, eyes hazed with lust, pupils blown. You grab the hair at the crown of his head, and tug. He unlatches from your cunt, his tongue slipping lazily from his mouth as you hold him.

"This guy does wha'ever I wan' him to."

You release him, and with no word of argument, he returns to his task of pleasing you until you go numb.

"Okay, well good luck doin'-" you moan as he flicks his tongue just right- "whatever it is you're doing! You coming back?!"

"Nuh-uh."

You don't wait for a response. You only snap your phone shut, and roll your head back to focus on his mouth.

his tongue reaching incredible depth inside of you...before pulling out to lazily swirl around your clit...right back inside...

Your hips buck. He noses you again. You cry out.

"Cum on my face..."

His words are worthless with how deep his tongue is, unintelligible beyond understanding. But the vibration of his voice makes your legs shake, and merits the reaction he wanted.

"L! Yes!"

You cry out, gripping his hair as if he would rip away right in the middle of your orgasm.

he lets you grind against his face, he doesn't dare move until you lower your hips back to the comforter of the bed. He sits upright, panting like air was in short supply, his face spattered and drenched with the clear liquid of your arousal.

"Gimme a kiss."

He falls forward, first wiping his face on your chest, then leaning in to kiss you as sloppy as he felt.

You can feel him press against your calf again...except this time, he was wet too. He came right in his boxers, without you realizing. You're not even sure if he realized.

"You're so pathetic," you mock.

He mouthes at your jawline. "Mmn...I wanna be -hic- inside..."

In one ear, out the other.

You let him sit back. In one fluid motion, he removes his boxers, his cock bobbing as it's released. The tip is just as pink and hungry as his face.

"I recall you being fffflexible..."

His left hand grasps your ankle. The right traces invisible shapes on the inner thigh of your other leg.

"Mhm."

To your suprise, he pushes your leg back, over your head until your toes graze the headboard. The leg he previously traced was pushed into the mattress. You were completely open, the odd position maintained with an incredible amount of comfort. Incredible to him, at least.

"So you are..."

"I'm cold," you grumble. His eyes traverse down your body, taking a pitstop at your hickey, and ending at your glistening folds. The light hit it so pretty.

He hesitantly releases your thigh to grasp his length, pleasantly surprised to see you maintain the spread as he pumps his cock a few times. A temporary sedative, when he needed something so much tighter than his own fingers.

You peered over the curve of your breasts, watching him watch you. He can't seem to look away from your cunt, not as he pressed the tip to your entrance, not as he sunk deeper into your canal, not as the head sat snug against your cervix. He let out a low moan, deep in his throat.

"Oh, L," you groan.

He wavered, before collapsing over you. One elbow propped him up, while the other hand grasped your wrist to hold you down. Once he was finally comfortable, he began to rock into you.

It was as if it were his first time again. Slow, all the way in and all the way out, this time because his hips couldn't catch up with his brain. With the way you were contorted, you could feel him deep, feel him pressing against your organs and poking your tummy from the inside.

The speed began to build up, faster and faster, until it was a rhythm of wet slapping and worshipful moaning. He brought his face down to your ear, nipping and sucking at the skin beneath.

He released the most desperate, needy whimpers and moans, nothing like when he was sober.

"Mnh...! Oh...(y/n)...! Mmmnph..."

His sounds grew in volume, to which he buried his face in your neck to dull them.

You weren't safe either, your inebriated state made you loud and unabashed, violent as you clawed at his back, wanton as you gyrated your hips for as much friction as possible.

Two absolute animals, ravaging each other like you were trying to repopulate.

"Fuck...! Fuck! Fuck!!!!"

You spasmed beneath him, twisting the sheets and rocking the backboard with the foot that pressed against it.

He didn't let up, he wasn't stopping until he was spent. He wasn't wasting this ample opportunity, even with the cloud of alcohol he knew there would never be another chance to hear you scream like this.

"L! 's too much," you whine, your body now limp.

"Haah...hmh..."

No words, just hungry panting and whining.

You felt yourself pulse around him, just as hard as the pulsing of your skin after he littered it with even more bruises. You didn't know when, but he switched to the other side of your neck, to mark even more skin.

He was close, you knew he was because his volume was growing with every deep thrust.

"(Y/n)...(Y/n)...mhn, (Y/n)..."

Your name over and over, like a mantra, like if he stopped he'd never cum again.

He shudders as his release crashes over him, thin white semen squirting all over your walls as he ruts into you, shoving it in like he wanted you pregnant.

He relaxes, his head rolling forward to rest on your chest. "I love you..."

"Shut up..." you whine.

"Kiss?"

You nod, and he drags his face up to yours, planting a wet kiss on the side of your mouth.

"Eat me out 'gain..."

He takes a deep breath, regains his bearings, and travels south.

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The next morning, everything hurt.

Your head was pounding through your skull, the sun peaking through the blinds antagonizing the nausea that lined your stomach. Every single joint was on absolute fire, after going hours in multiple odd positions. Your throat hurt from what you imagine must have been the best head of L's life, and your thighs were littered in bite marks from what you imagine must have been the best head of your life. He never bit you when he was sober.

You feel around the bed, finding L's smooth skin in the process. He was sound asleep, unaware of the torture that would await him.

You'd let him sleep, it was probably best to give him as much time as possible.

Then, he grabbed your wrist.

Your touching had woken him up. He stretched, each limb creaking and groaning. His hand flies to his head almost immediately, rubbing at the temple.

"Morning sunshine," you mutter, a sly smile managing to crack through the intense pain you felt.

He gives you a withering glare. Did his dark circles get even darker?

"Getting drunk is not worth...this," he remarks. His voice was worn down to gravel, deeper and thicker.

You turn onto your back, and stare at the ceiling. "Hey, you're a super-genius or something. Do you remember anything we did?"

He makes an attempt to sit up, but immediately slides back down. He wasn't going anywhere. "...no."

He looks down at himself. There's a trail of weak, pinkish hickeys, few and far between that lead to his hips. "If I were to make an educated guess..."

"I can guess that."

He takes cursory glance around. "It seems we...traveled."

"Traveled?"

"The mirror, the dresser, and the shower, at least."

You look around too. The standing mirror was obvious, given the dried cum that stained the bottom. The dresser had bite marks in the wood, but the shower...

"Why the shower?"

He rubs his eyes. "The towels." He didn't want to be talking.

You look to the floor, and see two slightly damp towels strewn about.

"Smart."

"Mm." He grabs at the nightstand, and points a small black remote at the window. The curtains slowly shift, until the room is blackout dark.

"You're welcome to stay, however...I'm sleeping this off."

He flips over, and squeezes his eyes shut. You sigh, and settle back under the covers. Might as well stay.

When you wake up again, three hours have passed, and the hang over has faded just enough for you to stand. You were tucked against L's chest, which you quickly removed yourself from to go get water or some other lame excuse. He stirs as you rise, groaning in pain.

You return a few moments later, with two waters.

"Here, you'll need it."

He was sat up now, and with a heavy, aching hand, takes the glass of liquid. "Thank you."

You sit back down on the bed. "It's whatever. Are you seriously this fucked over two daiquiris?"

"I don't have the same amount of tolerance as you do," he reminds.

You lean back on the headboard, only to feel a sharp pinching in your back. "Ow," you scoff, pulling back.

The wood beneath you was splintered, and upon closer inspection, the wall where the headboard hit was cracked beyond belief. "Christ...how much is that gonna be to fix?"

"You are becoming a growing expense," he says. He was only teasing you, but you almost bit back with something that would surely get you feeling guilty later.

"Yeah, yeah," you sigh, taking another sip of water.

Then, it hit you.

"The cats! I should get back." you scramble to your feet, in search of clothes.

"How are they?"

"Fine, growing like cats do." You slip into the closet.

"Did you find names for them?"

"Romeo and Juliet," you call.

"How creative," he hums.

You emerge, barely dressed in one of the sundresses he purchased you. "Very funny. Where's my purse?"

He looks to the nightstand, and you grab it. "Bye!"

"Goodbye. I love you."

"Stop saying that!"

You rush out the door, long gone. He smiled to himself.

The neckline of that dress really complimented that ring of pretty hickeys. The perfect frame for your necklace.

[dumbseee]

rumours, part two.

part one.

jude bellingham x influencer!reader.

fc: nailea devora.

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groupchat: it girls 💕

larray:

ain’t no way you’re dating jude fucking bellingham and haven’t told us

y/n:

larry istg i’ll cut your hair in your sleep if you keep believing those DUMB rumours

oliviarodrigo:

girl

he’s hot asf why don’t you shoot your shot?

y/n:

with a footballer?

hell fucking no

these guys don’t know what being faithful to one person means

and i’ve heard plenty of shit about this jude guy

larray:

yeah me too tbh

y/n:

i’m not getting involved with him, period.

larray:

okay but what about his teammates?

y/n:

larry.

larray:

DO IT FOR ME

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y/n: girls night 🥂

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fan1: JUDE LIKED???

fan2: is she lying to us?? bc why would he like her posts now?

fan3: I JUST CHECKED AND HE’S FOLLOWING HER NOW TOO

fan4: maybe she lied to protect their privacy?? that would make sense tbh

fan5: you look so good 😍

fan6: she’s such a baddie omg, jude i get it now

fan7: didn’t know who she was before the whole jude drama but omg i love her

fan8: LEAVE JUDE ALONE YOU FREAK

fan9: petition for jude’s groupies to leave y/n alone

fan10: MOTHER

fan11: y/n please do another grwm i’m obsessed with your videos

fan12: how to be like her, she’s hot asf and has THEE jude bellingham at her feet

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insta dms:

y/n:

wtf is wrong with you?

i told you to tell your fangirls to leave me alone and what are you doing? you LIKE my posts and you follow me now?

leave me alone, jude.

judebellingham:

you looked good

you always look good*

are you free, tomorrow night?

y/n:

can’t you READ?

LEAVE. ME. ALONEEEEE.

or i’m pressing charges on you hoe.

judebellingham:

so it’s a yes?

i’ll send you the tickets and my jersey, someone will come pick you up, what’s your address?

y/n:

wtf

what do you mean?

judebellingham:

we’re playing against sevilla and i want you to come

y/n:

we don’t even know each other tf??

is that how you get all those girls to get obsessed with you?

that ain’t gonna work with me, boy.

judebellingham:

hm, i like you already.

y/n:

well, i hate you.

judebellingham:

haha

turns me on, love it.

y/n:

i am BLOCKING you

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i hate him. i fucking hate him. who does he think he is? making me come see him to his stupid game, what am i, his mother? seriously i could’ve stayed at home, binge-watching the twilight movies like i do every year. now i have to go to his fucking football game, it’s going to be so nosy, damn it. and before you ask me, YES i am getting ready and i am wearing his jersey. not because i want to, but i know that i won’t hear the end of it if i don’t do it. yeah, i’m doing it because he’s forcing me, no other reason.

like jude said, someone did pick me up to take me to the bernabeu stadium, and i can’t believe i’m doing this. the venue is full of fans wearing either their real madrid jerseys or their sevilla jerseys. i can see men, women, kids, elderly people, they’re all here to have fun and support their favourite team and i have to admit that it’s a cute sight. let’s just hope that they don’t kill each other’s at the end of the match. i’m quickly escorted to the vip section, where friends, family and important people would seat for the game.

"oh my god, is that y/n?" a voice called from behind, i closed my eyes shut, fuck, and walked faster, i should’ve wore a mask to hide my face. if anyone picture me in this stadium with that motherfucker’s jersey on, it would end my career and i’m half exaggerating.

thank god, the vip section was secluded from the other people. the game started and i had to admit that it was fun to watch when you weren’t really supporting anyone. no stress, just having fun watching men run after a ball, just like dogs. jude was actually good, i never looked him up on the internet to watch his performances, i just knew he was the internet’s favourite whore and girls were thirsting over him. he was good looking, of course, no one could deny that, but more than anything he was annoying as fuck. i surprised myself, cheering for him when he scored a goal, what was wrong with me.

real madrid was actually leading the game with two goals against one. jude’s teammate passed the ball to him and he scored his third goal of the match. okay now, why did this motherfucker just point at the crowd, more specifically towards me? people turned around to see where he was pointing at, but thankfully they couldn’t see me. my heart definitely sank when he did that though, seriously what is wrong with this guy! it was a cute gesture, yes, but we weren’t dating and i promised myself to never date an athlete, tried it once and promised to never doing it again. jude was everything i hated in a man, he was reckless, cocky, full of himself and he knew he was hot. nothing worse than a guy who knows he’s handsome.

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"how was i?" he asked, this big smile plastered on his face, i wish i could tear it off his face. "fine, i guess." jude made a weird face and put his hands on his hips. "fine? y/n, i was more than fine and you know it, scored three goals and they were all for you." he blew me a kiss and i swore i was about to knock him out. "yeah about that, someone could’ve seen me!" i said, slapping his arm, making him laugh. "darling, that’s what i wanted." okay, the way he was looking at me may or may have not made my heart skip a beat. "jude, i’m starting to believe that the fans gaslighted you into thinking we’re already dating." he laughed, making my cheeks heat up just a bit. "i just want to give the fans what they want to see." he shrugged and put his arm around my shoulders to start walking out of the changing room. i imediatly pushed his arm away and speed walked in front of him to hide my red cheeks. of course, the bitch was laughing at me, running to catch me and poking my cheeks to mock me. "aww, you’re blushing? i thought you hated me, darling." i put my hands on my cheek. "fuck you! it’s just hot in here!" "it’s literally minus two degrees, y/n."

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y/n: maybe football isn’t so bad 🙄

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judebellingham: like the view? 👀

y/n: shut up.

fan1: SHE POSTED JUDE???

fan2: Y/N DID YOU LIE TO US???

y/n: WE’RE JUST FRIENDS GUYS OMG

judebellingham: for now* 🫢

y/n: jude istg…

fan3: OMGBSJSOSLSLMDMSLZ WTF

fan4: i am literally shitting bricks what the FUCK

fan5: i love the banter lmao they’re fun

fan6: i ship it tbh

fan7: y/n being a wag for 2024 omg

fan8: i love how she’s fighting it but we all know how it’s going to end

fan9: Y/N NOOOOOO NOT A FOOTBALLER

oliviarodrigo: well, well, well 👀

y/n: please not you too

larray: will you look at THAT

y/n: LARRY SHUT UP IM BEGGING

fan10: lmaoo even her friends are ratting her out

fan11: #savey/n

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insta dms:

y/n:

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

DID YOU REALLY DM POP BASE TO TALK ABOUT US???

judebellingham:

mmh, i don’t know what you’re talking about

y/n:

jude bellingham.

judebellingham:

okay maybe i did

BUT I DIDN’T KNOW THEY’D RAT ME OUT LIKE THAT

y/n:

FOR FUCK’S SAKE

judebellingham:

anyways it’s not a big deal tbh

are you free tonight?

y/n:

no.

judebellingham:

nice, i’ll come pick you up at 9 <3

y/n:

are you BLIND?

i said no bitch

judebellingham:

suddenly i can’t read.

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y/n: get you a man who eats his spaghettis with his hands 😍

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judebellingham: i wonder who is this gentleman 🫢

y/n: yeah i wonder too 🙄

fan1: pls not jude carrying y/n’s purse

fan2: they’re so cute stop

fan3: my favourite couple

fan4: PARENTS

fan5: lmao i bet jude is the one who begged her to be his gf

y/n: yes.

fan6: JAISOSPXLD’´S

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[frostyhelltime]

Good morning/afternoon! Love your work so much! Could you write what reactions Vox, Alastror and Lucifer (my favorote trio haha) would have when they first realise they have feelings for someone? Like, they are not dating yet, they just got first "o sh*t" moment while eating breakfast or something.

Sorry this took so long! ❤️ Alastor's got COMPLETELY away from me and did not end up being as small as Lucifer and Vox, so I'm gonna give Alastor his own post which you can find HERE.

And thank you!! You're so kind and I hope you like my writing for this as well! I had a lot of fun so feel free to send more requests! ❤️

Vox and Lucifer Realize They Have Feelings For You

Vox x GN!Reader

Lucifer x GN!Reader

Vox

Vox genuinely confuses his feelings of love with simple lust and friendship for the longest time.

It's his possessive nature that helps him realize it's actual feelings instead of just something sexual he wants.

Plus a little ribbing from Valentino and Velvette when that possessive nature shows.

Whether you've had sex with him or not yet is irrelevant. He thinks what he feels for you is just lust, and you get along well and don't frustrate him like his cohorts often do. So obviously he enjoys having you by his side and spending time with you.

But it's Valentino's pushing and prodding that makes him realize, and as soon as he does actually realize it, he goes into planning mode.

Vox wasn't always the biggest fan of the loud club the trio found themselves at, but the music was a little quieter in this VIP section away from the crowds. Which made it a lot easier to actually relax with the drink in his hand as he listens to Valentino chatter about something he's only half listening to until he says your name.

He thinks perhaps Val hadn't noticed, but the way Vox's eyes clearly focused in on Valentino when they hadn't been before says everything, and Vox decides not to comment on the shit-eating grin the moth is wearing.

"Sorry. What did you say about them?" He asks for clarification, since all he actually zoned back in for was your name.

“They're very beautiful, no? I think I'll ask them to star in something. I already have a script that would be perfect for the-” Val is about to continue talking about it when Vox immediately snaps, posture becoming rigid as he speaks before he can even realize what he's saying.

“Fuck no Val.” His face has a look of genuine disgust and the visceral way he responded even has Velvette looking up from her phone for a moment, especially after hearing the distortion in his voice. She's eyeing him to try and figure out what the reaction was for.

Valentino only blinks a few times as if processing actually being told no, and then trying to figure out why. But as soon as it hits him the befuddled expression turns to one of delighted bemusement, snickering as he grinned saliciously at Vox.

“Oh~ I didn't realize you had a little amorcito you were hiding from us.” Valentino sounds so smug as he uses his long cigarette to tilt Vox's face up to see him better. Velvette just snorts a laugh, putting her phone down fully now. This was far more entertaining.

But Vox still didn't get the memo yet apparently.

“Amor…? What. No. We're not dating. I have no idea what you're talking about but you're not asking them to star in one of your flicks.” Vox says concretely even though he's very confused by Valentino's suggestion, pushing the cigarette away from his face in annoyance. Velvette just raises an eyebrow, locking eyes with Val as if to silently ask if their companion was truly this dumb. At least in this area. Val just shrugs and Vox watches this silent exchange, just becoming more vexed by it.

“What?! I can't say someone is off limits?!” He's quickly getting annoyed by the way they're both acting.

“Oh no no. You can ask for someone to be off limits….but no one asks for just anyone to be off limits.” Velvette explains, trying to lead this horse to water, trying to coax his line of thinking in the right direction.

“Well duh. They're great company and I don't want Val or his people ruining that.” Vox says coolly, trying to reel himself back in to maintain his composure.

“Oh, so it's just Val and his lackeys you don't want being intimate with them? Then it should be fair game for me to throw my hat in the ring, yeah?” Velvette asks, tilting her head cockily, a knowing smirk on her face. She didn't actually want to pursue you. She was just baiting him.

"We'd be the cutest couple on Sinstagram don't you-"

But Vox is immediately snapping, taking said bait without even realizing.

“No!”

Another, heavier voice distortion colors the word.

“So it's anyone being with them that pisses you off? That sounds like a genuine crush, not just ‘great company’, campañero~” Valentino takes another drag of his cigarette before taking another sip of his drink, adjusting the busty demon currently sitting on his lap to be his eye candy and thing to squeeze tonight.

Said demon is pointedly avoiding all of their eyes, as if to silently tell them she doesn't hear shit and she won't be repeating anything she hears herself. She values her afterlife enough to know to not mention this to anyone.

Vox’s expression goes through multiple stages, indignation, surprise, confusion, amusement, disbelief, annoyance, and eventually…

“...Holy shit.” He eventually whispers leaning back in his seat, eyes wide as Velvette claps.

“Theeeeere it is! Knew you'd get there eventually.” She snickers, as well as Val, both ignoring the pointed glare Vox was sending them now.

He's not even going to bother dignifying it with a response. He wouldn't give them the pleasure.

For now he just leans back further, grumpily folding his arms and continuing to sip his drink as he thinks.

Now that he's aware he can figure out what to do. Like there is anything to figure out anyway. He's charismatic and rich and powerful. What sinner wouldn't want to be the one to earn his affections? With that certainty in his mind at least, he loosens up a little, relaxing. Surely he can approach you tomorrow. For now he'll just relax here, and let Velvette and Valentino have their silly little laugh while they can enjoy it.

Lucifer

He's the fastest to realize.

Partially because he's actually been in love before so he's familiar with the feeling.

But he's also the first to panic because of it, wondering what Charlie will think.

Their relationship was just beginning to rebuild itself and he's scared about what such a big change would do to what he's rebuilt so far.

He most likely realizes when he's talking to Charlie actually.

Charlie is talking about how much she loves Vaggie, how everything reminds Charlie of her, or how if she sees something wonderful her immediate thought is that she wants to bring Vaggie there.

She's just talking about how she just loves Vaggie so much she just wants to share everything with her, boring and exciting!

And that is when it clicks for him, eyes widening.

“And despite the people of Cannibal Town being…interesting…They have amazing gardens and a gazebo and I can't wait to surprise Vaggie with a date there!” Charlie is talking at the typical fast pace she does when she is immeasurably excited, Lucifer just grinning and nodding along and just enjoying her sharing news about her life with him. There was so much he felt he still didn't know about his daughter and he was very eager to make up for lost time.

“And I heard this amazing new song that made me think of her! It went something like….Oh how did it go...?” Charlie trails off before attempting to sing what words she did remember.

“Or something like that! Anyways! Ugh I even love just sitting next to her while I write out new trust exercises!” She gushes, clasping her hands together as she continues to wax poetic about Vaggie. Others in the hotel didn't really care or were just tired of hearing it, and Lucifer wanted to spend time with her regardless of what they spent the time doing. So it made sense she would gush about her wonderful girlfriend to her dad, who patiently and happily listened to almost anything she wanted to talk about.

At some point during this monologue that he nodded and made noises of acknowledgement during, he stiffened, eyes widening as he realized the parallels between Charlie and himself that he hadn't really thought about before now.

Whenever he saw a pretty part of Pentagram City, his first thought was to show you. When he tried a new restaurant, his thought afterwards was always ‘Good enough to take you there.’ or ‘Not good enough to take you there.’ He adores the time when you're just sitting next to him, reading a book, or drawing, or whatever strikes your fancy that day as he toils away at his latest invention. He just enjoys…existing with you, even if no one is talking. Even mundane things like what he did that morning are things he finds he wants to share with you…he hears songs of love and happiness and his thoughts drift to you without even realizing until the song is over. If all of those things are things Charlie feels about Vaggie…then…

Fuck.

When did this even happen?! At what point did you turn from just a delightful part of his day to a required part of his day? How long has he had these feelings?! Why didn't he realize he had these feelings?!

Okay! No need to panic! He's been in love before. He can handle this. Right? He's the king of hell. Surely he can handle some feelings. He had been in love before!

…Except back then it had been completely obvious the feeling was reciprocated because they literally fell to hell together.

He's still panicking a little inwardly but…perhaps Charlie could help with some suggestions? He doesn't really know if he trusts anyone else to ask them that vulnerable of a question. To expose a weak point a sinner could gleefully take advantage of, to put you in harm's way. He also trusts you of course, but for obvious reasons he can't discuss that with you.

He realizes in his panicked internal monologue he's missed a good chunk of what Charlie has just said, and she realized it too, judging by the concerned look on her face.

“Dad? You in there?” She asks, leaning over him and waving a hand in front of his face to try and grab his attention, smiling when his eyes focused back on her.

"Whew! Thought I lost you there!" She laughs, shoulders relaxing now that he seems to be okay.

“Yes! I'm right here CharChar! Uh. Actually…now that I think about it I was wondering if I could ask you about something…” He trails off, taking her arm and beginning to walk to a more secluded area of the hotel to talk.

[emilydorp]

Might be an odd question(??) but what are your favourite receipts of GTOP and/or the ones that, to you, hinted at a relationship?

Hello anon! :D No, this isn't an odd question at all, dw :)) I'll be mixing your two questions, some will be about their relationship hints, others are just my favourites. But ofc they're gonna be the weirdest hints ever because I hold too much sentiment when it comes to dumb stuff lmfao. Anyways.

a) Malaysia Interview, ofc. It's an icon for a reason.

b) This is three moments in one so why not. This post's events aren't immediately hinting that they're dating (it's more of us making a coherent timeline) but I like this (also indirectly includes the tale of the "Me You" shoes and I like that). :))

I do have to say; the day where GD left for his military service and chose to have TOP be the person that got to have his last farewell. Of all the people on Earth, he chose Choi Seunghyun. That means something. And also; Seunghyun's first public appearance was on GD's Instagram; that's incredibly significant imo!

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I think this picture above is the picture that I mentioned in my post btw (the one y'all shouldn't hold your breaths for; I got it.. I think lmao) :))

c) The Doom Dada phone case story

d) This very couple-coded interaction where Tabi doesn't even KNOW the camera is on, and runs away as soon as he finds out lmfaooo ToT. Basically, GD is trying to take a selfie, Tabi is staring and being all lovey-dovey and says "Are you embarassed?~" And GD needs to go all "The camera is on :((" so that T.O.P stops staring.. I love everything about this video (including GD's like.. even tho the post is only remarking that GD's expression is funny (people are BLIND)).

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e) That black furry hat.. that damn black furry hat.. I'm sorry, but GD's behaviour surrounding this hat is unbelievable? And imo isn't just "a homie let me 'steal' his hat" moment, this hat is just.. very interesting. Once you know it's Tabi's you can't unsee it..

e) Everything. About this parody. From bts to actual scenes. Oh lordddd, this made me join the fandom and for good reason, it's 40 minutes of HEAVEN. pLEase. How can people watch all this and not realize that GD&TOP love each other? TOT

f) Okay so another personal favourite: Them liking GTOP content on Instagram and creating GTOP content for us. Like? Why? Lmfao why? Just look into their 'centuries' worth of GTOP likes. Just look into their "lovestagram" /lh (these are my favourite examples (and don't even touch the surface of the GTOP iceberg), especially the matching rainbows, since I know that's how GD symbolizes the LGBTQ+ community). Please it's crazy.

Personal favourite like: (because I had this entire theory of Tabi being jelly that GD is doing the apple challenge with someone else and. Ji. agrees? With that? Cuz he liked this post? Lmfao Ji plz don't make me feel validated in my delulus).

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g) The blue bracelets :D

h) This absolutely hilarious occasion

i) Everything here, combined with his low-key lovey-dovey Instagram activity from around the same time.

Okay.. I think I stepped away from proving evidence at the end.. lmao sorry, I drowned in my feels TTOTT

[f1-disaster-bi]

BIG YES to new mafia au pls. but also omg please what is this rumour?? is there a link to the reddit post?

I don't have the link but I think it was the deuxmoi reddit? The rumour is McLaren are annoyed at Lando because he keeps getting robbed when having one night stands and allegedly crime groups are now targeting him by this method 🤣

Which then gave birth to this little scene here:

Charles spotted his mark pretty easily. He had only just entered the high end VIP bar of the hotel when he spotted his mark alone at the bar. It was pretty empty for a Thursday night, and his mark was sipping at a drink that seemed to be a violent pink colour. He wasn't even dressed to fit the atmosphere of the bar. He was just wearing a simple pale blue hoodie over jeans and what were expensive sneakers. His hair was left free and messy, and probably hadn't been combed in at least a day which had Charles rolling his eyes a bit but hey, the look was cute. And it always helped when his mark was cute. It made it so much easier to seduce them and sleep with them. Then, once they were put cold, he could make away with some of their stupidly expensive watches or all the cash in their wallets before they woke up for a round two. An easy job, and one Charles often enjoyed because he liked sex and robbing dumb rich people of their things so he and his crew could feed their families. As he approached his mark, Lando as the brief had informed him, Charles knew this would be like any other job. "One vodka and lime, please", Charles asked as he settled at the bar, leaving a space between himself and Lando. The formula one rising star gave him a quick side ways glance. His eyes widened a little when Charles met his gaze, and a cute pink blush filled out over freckled cheeks, "Hi there, I'm Charles" He offered his hand out to Lando who shook it with a warm cautious hand. "Lando", the other answered softly before dropping his hand and turning away from Charles. "It's a beautiful night, no?" Charles continued, tapping his card when prompted by the bartender and accepting his drink, "So what brings you here, Lando?" He made sure to let his accent slip more on his name, and to bat his eyes as he sipped at his drink through his straw. "Work", Lando hummed but otherwise tried to keep to himself which annoyed Charles, but he liked a challenge. "Oh? And what kind of work has a cute man like you sitting here all alone?", Charles hummed, reaching out to touch Lando’s arm. Instead of making the other melt and turn towards him, the touch just made Lando sigh as he finished his drink. Charles watched in surprise as he started to undo his watch and held it out to Charles. "Just take it. We don't need to do this whole dance where I think a guy actually might be interested in me only to rob me, alright? I'm tired of it, so take the watch, and just leave me alone please"

[cheriecoke]

rylie omgee i've been watching u post about squid game and i just finished s2 last week so i must know your opinions !! what did you think, who did you like, and how excited are you for s3 ? :33

ADAAAA!!! omg yes i would love to talk about squid game hehehe i’ll post it under the cut in case ppl haven’t watched yet, and also i rambled a lot LMAO

i really liked this season !! i was so on the fence about it at first bc i was like hmm . did we really need a s2?? but i ended up loving it!! i’m kind of glad we had some comedic moments to break up s1 and all of the sad moments… bc it’s so depressing LOLL.

AS FOR WHO I LIKED … so many characters 😭 that was another thing i enjoyed about s2, i felt more attached to them than in s1. bc i kind of knew 456 would win in s1 so i was like well…. i can’t like anyone LMFAO. whereas in s2 i was like maybe they can all get out of here alive (doubtful but. 😔💪). i LOVEEE dae-ho, he’s such a cutie patootie sweetie pie. i’ve seen people hating on him like ???? SIT DOWN HELLO? i love him pls he did nothing :(( toxic fav is thanos LMFAOO i fear i’m in love w him. he’s so funny, i was dying every time he was on the screen. i also loved jun-hee ( the pregnant girl? i think that’s her name), i really hope she makes it out :( 333 kind of annoys me; i feel like he’s just gonna ditch her again if they get out but :/ and the grandma she’s funny !!! i’m worried her and her son are going to die together or one will sacrifice themselves for the other :,) but honestly i liked everyone at least a little bit!! who was ur fav?

one thing that made me mad was the detective storyline 😭😭😭 i’m sure they’re gonna do something more w it in s3, but it was so frustrating seeing them go NOWHERE with that plot. esp bc the first 2 eps really revolves around that.

and i liked this 001 more in this season … the old guy makes me so mad like why is he so whimsical 😭 but it was interesting to see the frontman play bc i was really like hm…. maybe he is turning nice 🥰 LMAOO. he was too good of an actor </3 i did like the games too!! mingle stressed me out SOOOO bad but it’s been my fav i think.

i honestly don’t know what’s gonna happen in s3. i was kind of thinking 456 might die but …. now im like what if he just wins again and realizes he can never stop the games 😭 i also feel like the vips are gonna be even more sick in this season … idk where they are yet but ik they’re coming 🤢

i think the dad is still alive though!! i’m kind of thinking the pink guard girl (011 ??) shot him in the shoulder or leg or something where he wouldn’t die. and then i think he’ll escape and maybe find the detective ?? i feel like there’s something there with him. if he is really dead i think that’s kind of a dumb plot to focus on for an episode and never do anything with 💀

and …. sigh. i also wish thanos would still be in s3 but i told my sister i was like wow … they really killed him off to let us know we’re getting serious 😭 no more laughs </3 my boy </3 GDHSHSHS

i am SOOOO excited for s3, even though i know it’s gonna break my heart 🥲 but who knows …. maybe it will have some sort of happy ending. we shall see

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[nytb]

One Of Your Kind

A hopeless romantic lost in a world where everything seems transactional. Talented, tenacious, temporary. That was the best description of Y/N, an upcoming actress.

Playing the main character in am exploding Netflix Original series came with it's benefits. Invitations to the most prestigious fashion shows, VIP tickets for concerts, but most importantly - special treatment when it came to visiting Arsenal when Y/N so wished.

Realising how much of a football fanatic Y/N was came as a sweet surprise. Childhood fotos wearing the Arsenal kit, following the whole women and men's squad on social media, interactions with the players, a true gunner.

Y/N was known to visit the Emirates Stadium, but she was a regular at Meadow Park, having a soft spot for the women's team.

Having been introduced to Alex Scott, an Arsenal legend, Y/N had great company for the home games. The players got used to her regular assistance, getting post game chats with the star. Every encounter, everybody would end up fangirling on whoever they ended up talking to, but when it came to Y/N and Leah, they always managed to keep the chats down to earth, interesting, flirty but playful.

Over months, Y/N would bring her co-stars, friends, rumoured romances to watch Arsenal. Y/N's sexuality being mostly a secret to the public eye, fans would end up shipping their star with everybody she came in contact with. Leah wasn't an exception. The difference : Leah's fanbase.

Both groups managed to gel like they were supposed to merge into one, both sides cheering for the possibility of their favourite power-couple.

On a home game, the fandom's wishes became true - or as true as rumoured relationships get to be.

Leah's injury made her watch the games from the stands, but this time she was sat next to Y/N. Talking all throughout the game, cheering, screaming, complaining and shouting their lugs out together. The both of them seemed to have a great time, so much so, that a post match dinner became a requirement. This occurrence soon became a tradition, posting their evening shennanigans to their social medias.

After Leah's return from injury, Arsenal went on a winning streak, getting on a title chase against Manchester United. The gunners were the favourites, but when it came to facing the Red Devils, they had to show why they were backed by so many to win the league. Tied at 28 points with them and Chelsea - it was the gunner's chance to capitalise.

The match in itself wasn't as exciting as most had predicted, at least result wise. Sure, both teams getting their chances in front of goal, missing sitters, giving away dumb fouls, but it all ended on a narrow win for Arsenal. Some would agree that it was an undeserved one.

Post match, Leah was called for media duties. Y/N not far behind, hearing the Arsenal's captain defend her girls to the press "It wasn't a great match, but in times like these, we have to regroup, correct our mistakes and grow as a team" she declared before saying her goodbyes to the press.

"Not happy about the game huh" Y/N stated, keeping her eyes to the ground, knowing that Leah wouldn't be in a great mood after her team's performance.

"We are better than that you know" Leah seamed angry, but kept her tone very calm around Y/N "I won't let that take anything away from tonight though" the midfielder added opening her car door for the actress.

"Quite the gentlewoman I got here" replied, giving Leah a kiss on the cheek before getting into the midfielders car "So, where are we off to tonight?" Y/N questioned the Arsenal skipper as she entered the drivers seat "I'm feeling sushi tonight" she answered "How about we go to your favourite sushi place?", a suggestion that came with implications.

"Are you sure?" Y/N asked "People have been narrowing in on us you know" It was true, at some point, so many outings together started to make less sense when both chucked it down to being just friends. Especially when most of these outings were of just the two of them. "What could go wrong?" Leah asked, a mischevious look in her face.

What about a whole lot - paparazzis flooding the restaurants entrance as the outing became public knowledge. Going out with famous people sure got thrilling, but leaving places out the back door to avoid paps wasn't as glamorous.

"Ok.. in hindsight" Leah grabbed onto Y/N's hands "it might have been a silly idea" she joked, trying to lighten the mood from a night that was clearly turning sour by the minute "Why are we hiding this" Y/N questioned, pointing to the both of them. Leah left speechless. Was there a reason? They surely knew what they were getting into after the first couple of dates... right?

"Now that you ask..." the midfielder rambled "we never really talked about what we are" she struggled to get words out. Y/N on the other hand had enough courage for the both of them "Well after the what... 20 dates?" Y/N guessed, having lost the count of the sleepless nights spent in Leah's apartment "I kinda guessed that we were well into dating" she finished, clearly not scared about the consequences this situationship would entail.

"So you would just.. tell them that? It's surely not that simple" the midfielder clearly had forgotten that like everyone else, Y/N was a person first. "You do know that I am one of your kind right?" Y/N joked getting herself ready to face the media "Let's get into trouble shall we"

[harlowsbby]

what about something with you and jack at the after party and you’re in your own little world the two of you because you’re so in love!

Just the two of us

You loved going to the club but you loved spending time with Jack more. You didn’t really want to go to the club but you were tired of being stuck in the hotel most nights and Urban and Drama were hosting an after party after the show in Dallas, Texas tonight.

Jack and You decided to keep it causal but cute he wore some black cargos with a black hoodie paired with his new balances and you just wore a black one piece with some panda dunks it was cute but casual.

“You guys ready to party tonight?!” Drama yelled inside the suv.

“I’m ready to take some shots back to back.” Urban said and Neelam raised an eyebrow at him.

“Urban now you do know you’re hosting this right? Meaning you can’t go getting too drunk.”

“Wait what? I thought all I had to do was show my face and that’s it.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or being serious right now?” Neelam asked him and he smacked his lips the two of them now bickering with one another.

“This is how the night is going to go?” You smiled up at Jack and he shrugged his shoulders looking back down at you.

“It looks that way baby girl.”

Eventually Neelam and Urban stopped bickering and you all arrived to the club, Jack’s hand tightened on your hand slightly whenever the two of you were in the club he had to have you near him he didn’t want anything happening to you, or if you wanted to go get drinks with Neelam he’d be watching you the entire time or have his security go with you.

“Urban let’s go we have to go introduce ourselves to the club and then meet the mangers.” Urban nodded and him and Drama went to go introduce themselves.

“I’m going to go with Cozane to get some drinks you two want anything?” Neelam asked Jack and You but the two of you denied not really in the mood to be drinking tonight.

Jack was leaned against the club wall in the vip section with your back pressed on him you smiled looking around the club and waving at a few fans that waved at you and Jack.

“You having fun baby girl?” Your turned around and Jack leaned down in order to here you and every-time he did that it had you pressing your legs together.

“Yeah I am but I’d rather be in the hotel room with you right now.”

“Oh really baby?”

“Hmm just laying in bed and watching movies together and doing other stuff.” He smirked his blue eyes shimmering with mischief.

“What other stuff?”

“You already know what that other stuff is so I’m not about to go into detail especially at the club.” You sassed back, he threw his hands up in defense.

“My fault for wanting to know what you want me to do to you baby, how am I suppose to know what you want me to do if I don’t know.” You knew he was acting dumb it was something Jack always did he loved teasing you that way.

“Stop playing with me Jack you know what I’m talking about.”

“No I don’t baby. I really do think you should tell me what you want.” He whispered in your ear and started kissing on your neck making you moan slightly in his ear before pushing him back, he threw his head back in laughter.

“Yes you do Jackman now stop it right now.”

“Not you calling me by my government name now.”

“Maybe if you stop acting like a tease and clueless I wouldn’t have to.” You sassed back and the two of you started play fighting and bickering at one another the whole time you didn’t notice a few fans were recording the two of you, the found it so cute how in a room with a bunch of sweaty people and loud music the two of you still managed to be wrapped up in your own little world as if nobody was around.

The entire night was spent with Jack and You just acting goofy with one another you both taking silly videos of one another with filters on your faces and posting them on your Instagram stories just being so wrapped up in one another.

Eventually you got tired and fell asleep while sitting on Jack’s lap he was honestly amazed at how you just fell asleep especially with how loud it was in the club.

He rubbed small circles on your back and looked up seeing a now drunken Urban and a very annoyed Drama and Neelam.

“What happen with him?” Jack laughed as Urban flopped himself in the booth and started shoving his face with the fries and wings.

“He got way too drunk and almost started arguing with some other fool in the club.” Neelam scolded Urban who waved Neelam off.

“She fell asleep?” Drama asked Jack while looking down at you resting peacefully on Jack’s chest.

“She sure did I’ll just carry her out.” Drama nodded and went back to lecturing Urban with Neelam. The next day there was tons of videos of Jack and You all over theshaderoom and other celebrity gossip pages saying how cute the two of you were.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

curtain call, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You know that TikTok trend where girls would drop their towels in front of their gamer boyfriends? As expected, Min Yoongi didn’t until he was informed by his six troublemaking friends. In this case, his girlfriend was the pro streamer and he was the guy in the towel... so what’s the result?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, tiny bit of crack; sexually explicit thoughts; smut (fem reader, handjob, cowgirl); very fluffy; non-idol!AU - established relationship, music producer!Yoongi x LoL streamer!reader

-

“Hahaha, oh my god, chat, did you see that? He bounced so many times from the CC, he literally went sky, holy shit!”

Min Yoongi opened the front door of his apartment to the jovial, laughing voice of his girlfriend. He shut the door, smiling to himself. Her streaming room was in the extra bedroom. The door was open, and he could see the bright RGB lights of her computer tower reflecting off the walls. He took off his black coat, placing it on the hanger in the hall closet.

“Stop cursing because it’s not ladylike?” He heard her scoff. “No, fuck you.”

Yoongi smirked. That’s my girl.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket, scrolling through social media. His friends always told him to reply to their posts, but Yoongi was a lurker. The only reason he even had any social media was because his friends set it up for him. He literally only followed six people – his six friends. Everyone else he just stalked from memory, even his own girlfriend. Mostly because he didn’t want random people following him for no reason, because they most certainly would with how popular she was.

When she had asked him what he thought of her full-time video game streaming, Yoongi told her to go for it. She had been obsessed with League of Legends for over nine years, even before she met him. At their first date, she first question was if he knew what League of Legends was.

“Uh… I got to Gold in season 2?”

Later, she told him his answer had seriously tilted her and she even considered not going on a second date.

“But you did. Because of this face.”

She had laughed and nodded.

She had been playing solo queue for a long time. When she finally started streaming her games, her channel grew slowly. She would immediately start playing after she got home from work. Hours and hours, growing a fanbase. Yoongi later learned she was startlingly good – “I was Master for a long time, got Grandmaster this season” – and when she asked him if she could quit her job, he pointed to her bank statements.

“Do you even need to ask? You might make more than me at one point and I’m Big Hit’s top music producer.”

And she did end up making more than him, at least some months, because the team that picked her up as a content creator this year was none other than T1, the most beloved (and hated) organization in Korea. Had she ever met Faker? No, but it was cool to say she was under the same umbrella as him.

Yoongi rounded the corner, knocking his knuckles on the doorframe.

“Hey.”

-

You looked up from your game, grinning. Twitch chat had just said some dumb shit, but your eyes were on Min Yoongi now. The love of your life, standing in the doorframe, looking amused at your antics and dressed sharply in a white dress shirt and black slacks with a matching black tie. Very different to your black T1 hoodie and sweats.

“Whoa, fancy, fancy,” you teased, eyes going back to the game. You pushed back one of your headset’s earcups to hear him better. You clicked rapidly, autoattacking the towers swiftly. You were about to win after a hectic Baron fight. “Why are you dressed like that, Yoongi?”

Your chat was exploding with cat emojis. They had only seen Yoongi a few times and someone had compared him to a cat once. It stuck and now every time Yoongi spoke, your chat was spammed with cats. You even had a custom white cat emote made with Yoongi’s signature black hair.

Yoongi appeared next to you on the cam, only his slacks and bottom of his shirt visible next to you. He patted your head.

“Meeting today,” he said simply in his lovely deep voice. The chat was exploding due to Yoongi’s appearance. Everyone was thirsty for him. You couldn’t blame them. You too. “Looks like T1 Curtain Call is kicking ass.”

You fired the last shot at the Nexus, earning fifty gold. Was it necessary since that was the end of the game? Absolutely not, but it gave you bragging rights. You sat back, smirking. You were in your promos to Challenger, the highest rank in the ladder. It would be really exciting if you could make it to Challenger this season.

You turned to Yoongi as you honored your support Nami. “Chat wants you to say hi.”

Yoongi stuck his large hand out in front of the camera and waved it once. “Hey everyone.”

You chuckled as Yoongi retreated his hand. You clicked on the stats for the chat to read before reentering the lobby. T1 Curtain Call. That was your in-game name, or IGN. It was named after your favorite champion, Jhin, the Virtuoso, mercenary gunman with a sniper ultimate and an obsession with the number four. Your IGN was Jhin’s ultimate ability name. You were an attack-damage carry main, also known as ADC.

You felt Yoongi ruffle your hair, messing it up under your headset.

“Going to take a shower before making dinner. Bye, chat.”

Yoongi stuck his hand in the screen again, right in front of your face.

You leaned forward to read the chat as you queued up. It was going to be a long queue, so you answered questions in the meantime.

“Ask Yoongi to play with you?” You chuckled. “Trust me guys, I’ve tried, even if it was just normals. He’s confused as shit.”

-

Yoongi worked the shampoo in his hair, feeling the hot water hit his back. Before getting into the shower, Yoongi had gotten multiple texts from the group chat. Normally he would ignore them, because he always ignored the group chat. This time, however, he saw his girlfriend’s name pop up in the texts, along with his name with multiple exclamation points. He frowned at it, opening the chat. He did not like his friends typing her name heedlessly.

It was some dumb TikTok trend.

“Hyung, you gotta do this to noona,” Jeon Jungkook had typed with multiple ‘kekekeke’ behind it. The youngest was an idiot for even suggesting this.

“Please do it,” Kim Taehyung typed with multiple laughing emojis.

“I want to know her reaction,” Park Jimin typed with a bunch of winking faces.

“The fuck is this?” Kim Seokjin had typed. “Oh my god, you have to do it, Yoongi.”

“But don’t film it,” Kim Namjoon warned. “Don’t want to make her look bad or anything.”

Jung Hoseok had just typed multiple laughing symbols. Yoongi could hear him laughing through the phone even if he wasn’t here.

It was a stupid trend where girls wrapped themselves in towels after a shower and then dropped said towels in front of their gamer boyfriends while they were playing, with varying reactions. Yoongi had sighed, putting his phone down. He shouldn’t have clicked on the chat. Those guys were loons. Besides, his role was reversed in his situation. A guy’s flaccid dick was a thousand times less interesting than his girlfriend’s perky tits and round ass. And her squeezable thighs. And her glistening pussy.

Yoongi rinsed his hair off, muttering to himself.

Why would he even consider distracting her like that anyway? He rubbed soap on his arms and legs. She took her games seriously and Yoongi wanted her to win them. It would just be dumb to be the reason that she dies in game. It was her job, after all. It was true they had less sex, but that was also partially his fault. He had been working on an album and it ran long hours. He had to finish before the deadline after all. Yes, sometimes Yoongi woke up late at night with a massive hard-on and her warm body next to him, only in her underwear. Sometimes he took her hand and wrapped it around him, considering on waking her up to do it.

But her peaceful, sleepy face was too cute to wake up, so he never did.

Yoongi puffed his cheeks as he rinsed off, thinning his mouth and eyes into lines. They used to mess around, right here in the shower, where he would jerk off on her face and chest, just to watch it drip down her body. He could see her pretty face in his mind, cum sprayed across her cheeks and chin, mischievous smile on her lips. They had different schedules now, so she always showered before her stream, while he was at work.

Yoongi clicked his tongue and turned the water off, body still hot. He grabbed the white towel from the rack and dried his hair, making it stick up in every direction. He rubbed himself down, wicking the water away. It made him remember how her hair used to stick to her body after their shared showers and how he would lift it away to play with her nipples.

He huffed, seeing his phone on the bathroom sink. His friends needed help. How could they even suggest such nonsen–

Yoongi tried to wrap his towel around his waist. He could feel a draft. He looked down, raising his eyebrows.

His dick was pitching a music-festival, VIP-member-only sized tent.

Well.

He pursed his lips. He shouldn’t be that surprised. He had literally been thinking about his girlfriend’s naked body the entire time. His eyes glanced to his phone once again before he opened the bathroom door. He heard her sigh loudly.

“Noooo, that’s the third dodge! Am I ever going to play a game, chat?” she whined.

Yoongi padded out into the hallway. Technically he was already halfway there. Might as well. Was this the stupidest shit he was ever going to do? Maybe. But she wasn’t going to expect it, that’s for sure. The thought made Yoongi smirk.

“When is Jungkook going to duo with me again? I don’t know guys; he said he has finals soon so he has to focus on school.” He heard her click her tongue. “Get him on cam again? Oh, I see, that’s what you all wanted... At least let him get through university.”

Yoongi stopped at the doorframe. Her hands were on her chin and she was sighing, looking depressed at her long queue time.

“Ah, so unlucky. It must be everyone’s dinnertime.”

He called her name in the same tone he usually used.

Her head lifted and her eyes floated in his direction.

Yoongi dropped the towel.

In less than a second, her eyes grew three sizes, jaw dropping. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, shading his eyes a bit. He cocked an eyebrow, slow smirk on his lips.

“Anything you want for dinner?”

-

What.

The.

FUCK?

You heard your queue pop, but you were frozen in place, gawking open-mouthed at your boyfriend standing in the doorframe of your streaming room, butt-ass naked, cock hard as a rock, towel on the ground. Did he just..? What the…? This was Min Yoongi. Your mild-mannered, somewhat-lazy, preferred-to-be-asleep boyfriend. Not suddenly-trying-to-send-you-to-horny-jail-in-front-of-three-thousand viewers boyfriend! You blinked at him, stuttering.

“Y-Yoongi…?”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit. Your voice was a little too breathless, a little too shocked. And slightly too needy for Twitch chat. Your face was heating up fast. You whipped your head back to the screen, realizing you missed the queue. At this point, you didn’t give a single shit.

“You know what, guys,” you said shakily, laughing awkwardly. “I better help Yoongi with dinner and be a good girlfriend.” You rose, feeling the wetness between your legs. “See you tomorrow!”

And you immediately turned off the stream, fuck, you turned off your whole damn computer, mashing the power button, and throwing one of your spare hoodies over the webcam. You exploded from your T1 gaming chair, literally shooting it back three feet into the League plushes behind you, ripping your headset off, tossing it onto the keyboard. Yoongi looked surprised, as if he expected you to be demurer about it.

Yeah, that’s not kind of woman you were.

“Min Yoon-gi,” you hissed, stressing every syllable of his name. “How the fuck do you think you can just show up naked and not expect me to want to immediately fuck you?”

Yoongi chuckled. “I wanted to see your reaction.”

You narrowed your eyes, pressing him against the door with your body. “You don’t watch TikTok. Who put you up to this? Jimin? Taehyung? Jungkook?”

His voice was low and husky. “You know the mankae line are trouble.”

Your hand snaked up into his damp hair and you pulled him down for a sensual kiss. His soft, pink lips parted and you nipped at his lower lip, grinding deliciously into his hard cock. Your sweatpants and underwear were in the way, but you moaned into his mouth, tongue grazing against his lips.

Mentally, you thanked the three mankaes for giving Yoongi this wonderful idea.

He breathed against your lips, smirking.

“How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?” he purred.

You grinned into his kiss, tongue between your teeth. “Four.”

“On brand for you.”

And then you two stumbled into the hallway, Yoongi’s hands on the hem of your hoodie, pushing it up as you kissed him over and over, whispering his name, telling him how handsome he was, how perfectly sexy he was with his wet hair and soft skin. His lips curved upwards under yours, basking in your compliments, drinking them up.

“Count for me,” he drawled, pulling the black T1 hoodie up.

You slipped out of it, sliding down, hands splaying over Yoongi’s chest.

“One.”

He tossed it aside as your hand wrapped around his cock. A sharp gasp left his lips feeling you stroke him slowly, your hand snaking around his neck and bringing his face close to yours, lips on lips. His hands curled around your waist, moving up, grasping the hook-and-eye of your black bra. All the while slowly making your way to the bedroom, nipping at his lips, sucking on his tongue.

Yoongi pinched, releasing your bra. You released his cock, letting it slide off your shoulders.

“Two,” you moaned, feeling his hands on your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

“Hah, your body is so fucking hot,” Yoongi murmured. “Missed fucking you.”

You snickered, licking his lips. “Why don’t you actually try to wake me up for once instead of using my hand to jack yourself off at two in the morning?”

His dark brown eyes went wide, shock creeping into his voice. “W-what? How did you…?”

You pushed him through the doorframe of the bedroom. “You think I don’t notice your dick in my hands?” You reached down now, gripping it again, sighing softly at his hardness. “I’m a light sleeper.”

He sputtered at you, fingers curling under the waistband of your sweatpants. “No, you’re not.”

You grinned. “Yeah, you’re right, but this your cock we’re talking about, and I love your cock, Yoongi, fuck,” you continued, pumping him slowly as you felt his length twitch in your hands, his hands pushing down your pants, sliding down your legs.

“Three,” he breathed softly.

You took his larger hand and wrapped it around yours, stepping out of your pants.

“Go on, Yoongi. Show me what you do when you think I’m asleep,” you said softly, nudging him to the bed and laying him down, down, crawling over him, staring into his beautiful dark eyes, falling more and more in love with him every second. Yoongi bit his lip, looking back at you, shifting your hand up and down his cock, whimpering as he jacked himself off, but with your hand and your eyes on him.

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” he mumbled. “Such perfectly shaped eyes.”

You leaned down, squeezing him a little harder, a tiny gasp brushing against your lips. “That’s you, my love.”

He smirked, his free hand hooking on the side of your panties.

“Hit me with the fourth shot,” Yoongi teased, grinning.

You kissed him lightly, smiling. “That’s going to be a critical hit.”

“Better be a critical hit all over my dick.”

You laughed, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out the drawer, taking out a condom. The two of you pulled down your black panties, Yoongi completing the final number.

“Four,” he exhaled, nearly moaning at the sight of your juices snapping against your thigh.

“Me on top?” you asked, ripping the condom open.

Yoongi’s naughty smirk grew. “You do love me.”

You slid the condom down his length, both of you gasping as his cock throbbed in your hands. You slid up, holding him with two fingers as you sank down on him, tipping your head back at the feeling of Yoongi’s cock buried deep inside.

“I’ve determined we don’t fuck enough,” you muttered, rolling your hips at the delicious sensation of being stretched out by your lover.

“I should wake up earlier,” Yoongi hissed, hands twisting in the sheets. “So we can shower together again.”

“You miss that?” You began to move, riding him deliberately slow but rough, slapping your hips together. You were leaking all over his crotch and balls, adding to the sound. “Miss me on my knees for you, wet from head to toe?”

“Hah… I was thinking about it in the shower,” he panted, feeling you lean down to change the angle, rolling the entire lower half of your body to fuck him hard, fast, intensely squeezing his cock at every descent. “You look so good covered in my cum, my love.”

You smirked, arching an eyebrow. “Yeah? Take some pictures. Show your friends.”

Yoongi laughed, that attractive raspy laugh that showed his pink gums and his pretty white teeth as you rode him, chasing your orgasm and determined to get him to his. “They fucking wish they could see this body,” he growled, a touch of possessiveness in his voice that made your spine shiver deliciously. “Bet they wish they could see you riding my dick right now, your perfect tits and ass bouncing on top of me.”

You clenched him harder and he moaned, head pressed into the pillows, eyes closing, drowning in the feeling of you.

“Ask them,” you snickered. “I already know Jimin’s answer.”

Yoongi gave you an open-mouthed smirk. “That fucking pervert.”

You slammed your hips together tightening your jaw and your core, sucking in his entire length, every contour imprinted into you, every vein pulsing into your walls, Yoongi so fucked out and gone under you, the best image in the entire fucking world. You leaned your head back, gasping triumphantly as the pleasure finally dropped, showering over you, your hips shaking, pussy throbbing all around him, splattering onto his crotch. Yoongi groaned, smacking his fists against the sheets as he shot up into you, cock swelling against your walls, choking out your name due to the strength of your orgasm. You felt your pussy milking him for every drop, draining him. Yoongi’s hips jerked involuntarily up towards you, squelching loudly and lewdly.

Fuck, you loved him.

You bent down, hand between your bodies, holding the condom down as you kissed his open mouth, tongue sliding in to stroke his, murmuring to him how much you loved him. Yoongi panted into your lips, hot erotic breaths that made you moan as you slowly removed yourself from his softening cock. He opened his eyes, half-lidded, drunk with pleasure. His voice was breathless, content.

“I love you.”

You smirked.

“Drop your towel some more, but maybe when I’m not live streaming.”

Yoongi laughed and you laughed too, because in the end it was still hilarious.

-

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[gamergirl929]

A Secret Union (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Submitted Request:  Can I request one where every one thinks Tobin and Christen are dating, but in reality Tobin has been secretly married to her girlfriend for awhile and decides to introduce her to the team.

Reader is a USWNT Hockey Player in this one, also this request was submitted with an email, but I don’t want to post it publicly.

“Do you think they’ll ever tell us?” Megan whispers as Tobin leans against Christen, the forward whispering in her ear, causing her to blush.

“You know how they are.” Ashlyn shrugs.  

Though Ashlyn, Ali, and Megan had been closest with the two forwards, they STILL had yet to reveal their relationship to the trio, the pair keeping it under wraps.  

Little did the three know that the relationship between her and Christen WASN’T what she was keeping under wraps, but it was another relationship, something she had yet to reveal to the world.  

                                                          ***

“Oooooh! Look who’s here!” Christen squeaks the following morning, Tobin’s brows furrowing as she follows her gaze across the dining room, seeing someone she didn’t expect making their way towards the USWNT’s table.  

“WHOA! What are you doing here!?” Kelley jumps to her feet with a grin, running towards you and wrapping her arms tightly around you.  

You’d met the team right after the World Cup, the entire team coming to a USWNT Hockey Game, after meeting the team, you’d immediately clicked with Tobin, the two of you spending time together WELL after you’d met the team, the time you spent together giving your feelings a chance to blossom.  

You pull back with a grin, your eyes instinctively going to Tobin, the forward unable to wipe the toothy grin from her face.  

Christen leans towards her, whispering in her ear with a grin.  

“Are you surprised?” She asks, the Portland Thorn chuckling.  

“Yeah...”

Tobin watches as you make your rounds, hugging every USWNT before you make it to her, a toothy grin on your face.  

“Hey.” You whisper, a knowing twinkle in your eye, a twinkle that Tobin mirrors in her own brown orbs.  

Your eyes drop to the woman’s parted lips, her tongue swiping at the soft fleshed you’d spent the entire off season kissing.  

Your hands settle on her waist momentarily before you wrap your arms around her, pulling her against your chest, the woman’s arms slipping beneath yours, hands splayed on your back as she buries her face in your chest.  

“I missed you.” She whispers, a smile stretching across your face as you bury your face in her hair, stealthily kissing the top of her head.  

“I missed you too.”  

“WHOA. WAIT.”  

Suddenly, your arm is pulled from around Tobin, the forward’s eyes widening when Julie holds your arm out, pointing to the ring on your finger.  

“WHAT IS THAT!?” Ashlyn squeals as she points at the wedding band wrapped around your ring finger.  

“UMMMM, what does it look like?” You ask, Megan flicking you in the head.  

“So, who’s the lucky lady?” Alex asks and your eyes widen.  

“Who says it’s a lady?” You ask, Emily blowing a raspberry at you.  

“Ummm, you literally wore a rainbow arm band at the Olympics...”  

Mallory nods.  

“Don’t forget the tape she had on her stick was rainbow...”  

Lindsey nods.  

“AND your skates.”  

You throw your hands up in the air.  

“Alright! Enough!” You laugh. “It is a woman.”

Alex nods.

“Knew it.”  

Christen plays dumb, glancing at Tobin before she innocently asks.  

“Who is it!?”  

You smirk, turning to her with narrowed eyes, the two of you growing closer since you spent a vast amount of time with not only Tobin, but her as well during the offseason.  

You shrug, whispering only so the women around you can hear.  

“It’s a secret.”  

Sam rolls her eyes.  

“Tell ussssssssssss.” She whines, Rose wearing her best pout.  

“Pleaseeeeee?”  

You shake your head.  

“I can’t.”  

Crystal throws her head back with a groan.  

“You can’t keep secrets from ussssssssssss.” Tierna pouts and you huff.  

“Sorry kid...” You hold your hands up in surrender.

The USWNT grumbles under their breath, meanwhile you turn to Tobin with a smile, sending her a wink, the woman’s cheeks flushing.  

“Who knows, maybe you’ll find out soon?” You smile, shrugging, not taking your eyes off of Tobin, Tobin whose lips split in a grin.  

“Maybe we will.” She shrugs, and you beam, hoping that the forward’s words ring true.  

                                                          ***

You can’t wipe the grin off your face when the door to your hotel room opens, Tobin opening it with the key you’d given her, the woman rushing towards you.  

“I know we didn’t talk about wearing our rings but I just-

Tobin cups your cheeks, the woman pressing a kiss to your lips, pulling back only to lean back in again, closing the distance between the two of you again.  

She pulls back, resting her forehead against yours, giggling when you cover her face in kisses.  

“I missed you so much.” You whisper, the woman kissing your lips again, her lips splitting in a grin.  

“So, you aren’t mad about me wearing it?” You ask, flashing your ring to the woman who shakes her head.  

“How could I be?” She asks, taking your hand, tangling your fingers with hers. “It looks great on you.” She winks.  

You grin, wrapping your arms around her waist.  

“You’re just saying that because you know that it means I’m yours.”  

She hums.  

“Maybe I should start wearing mine?”  

You smile, giddy at the idea of everyone knowing that Tobin Heath is your wife.  

“I mean, I’m not opposed to it.”  

Tobin laughs.  

“I didn’t think you would be.”  

You lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips, playfully kissing her lips again and again before your kiss the tip of her nose, then her forehead.  

“So how much time do we have?” You ask, Tobin grinning.  

“As long as you want.”  

You beaming.  

“Do you know what THAT means?” You smirk seductively, Tobin’s cheeks flushing.  

“Oh, what?” She asks innocently and you laugh, your tongue trapped between your teeth, leaning in, bypassing her lips in favor of whispering in her ear.  

“It means we get to cuddle.”  

Tobin giggles as you jump on the bed in excitement, the forward rolling her eyes. 

“No one would think you literally bulldoze over people for a living.” She laughs, kicking her shoes off and climbing into bed.  

“Hey, even hockey players like to cuddle, now get over here.” You open your arms, Tobin crawling into your arms, the two of you sighing as you hold her tightly against your chest.  

You turn your head, kissing her temple.  

“I love you.” You whisper, the woman grinning as she turns in your hold, laying face down on top of you, her nose buried in your chest.  

“I love you too.”  

                                                          ***

Tobin smiles when she sees you signing autographs in the crowd, closest to the VIP section where you were going to sit for the game, her smile widening when you take a picture with two little girls.  

“Your heart eyes are showing.” Christen whispers, causing Tobin to jump, the forward sending her best friend a glare.

“I can’t help it.” She smiles as you take your seat in the VIP section, your eyes scanning the field for a moment before they lock with hers.  

You give her and Tobin a wave, earning one back, while getting basically tackled by Mallory and her gaggle of younger teammates.  

Tobin smiles.  

Maybe she didn’t want to hide her heart eyes for you any longer...?

Maybe it was time to reveal to her teammates, and the world what she’d been hiding for more than a year?  

She nods.  

“It’s time.”  

                                                          ***

You’re unable to keep your composure as Tobin scores, jumping to your feet and throwing a fist in the air, screaming loudly, so much so that everyone turns towards you.  

Tobin laughs when she sees you rub the back of your neck, slowly taking your seat.

The whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and Emily jumps on her back, wrapping her arms around Tobin’s neck.  

“Are you showing off for Y/N, Heath?” She teases, the blonde gasping. “SHE’S SPOKEN FOR.”  

Tobin rolls her eyes, wiggling until Emily falls off her back.  

“I’m not showing off for Y/N.” She growls.  

Ashlyn throws an arm around her shoulders.  

“Yeah, Y/N’s married Tobes.”  

Tobin smiles unconsciously glancing down at her ring finger.  

“I know that.”  

                                                          ***

The final whistle blows and Tobin immediately turns to you, a grin stretching across her face.  

“Hey.”  

Tobin picks her head up, smiling as Christen makes her way towards her, her hand fisted into a palm.  

“Put it on.” She whispers, dropping the ring into her best friend’s hand, the woman immediately slipping it on her finger.  

Across field, Emily’s eyes widen, the blonde pointing towards her ex Portland Thorn’s teammate.  

“Is she... Is she putting on a ring?” She whispers in disbelief, those close to her turning towards Tobin, their eyes wide.  

“N-No way, are they final-

Ashlyn stops mid-sentence, watching as Tobin move passed Christen and heads right towards you.  

“No fucking way.” Kelley whispers over and over again, slapping Alex’s arm over and over again, she and the others slack jawed as they watch you jump over the seat in front of you.  

You clear your throat, your gaze dropping to the ring on her finger.  

“Y-You’re sure?” You whisper, the forward nodding as she cups your cheeks, missing the way everyone watches the two of you, completely and utterly stunned.  

“I’m more than sure.”  

You cover Tobin’s hands with your own, leaning in, closing the distance between the two of you, wedding bands prominent on both of your ring fingers.  

Everyone slacked jaws turn into smiles before shifting to frowns.  

“Those assholes didn’t tell us.” Megan whispers and Kelley growls.  

“They’re so going to get it.”

You and Tobin pull apart, your foreheads resting together as your eyes lock.  

Ashlyn sighs.  

“They’re so cute together.” She whispers.  

“But they’re still going to get it.” Kelley mumbles, her harsh tone ebbing slightly, the defender smiling as you tilt your head back, kissing Tobin’s forehead, your noses playfully brushing back and forth against one another.  

“Ugh, they’re cute as fuck.” Emily mumbles, her ear tugged by Ali seconds later. 

“Don’t swear.”  

You kiss Tobin again and Ali sighs.  

“But they are cute as fuck.”  

The two of you turn to the rest of the USWNT, your eyes widening when you see all of them glaring your way.  

“We’re so dead, aren’t we?” You whisper, Tobin nodding.  

“So dead.”  

                                                          ***

Everyone stares at you and Tobin, their eyes narrowed as they force you to sit on the benches in the locker room.

“I should’ve brought my hockey stick.” You whisper to Tobin, the woman giggling as she takes your hand, playing with your wedding band.  

Megan groans.  

“If you two weren’t so cute, we’d literally kill you right now.”  

You give the group your best charming smile only for Kelley’s eyes to narrow.  

“That won’t work.” She growls, your eyes widening when Tobin kisses your cheek, a soft smile spreading across your face as your eyes soften.  

Kelley groans.  

“Ugh, stoppppppp.” She whines, drawing your attention away from one another and back to the group of USWNT who are ALL quickly losing the ire they felt at not knowing the two of you were married.  

“Wait...” Mallory’s eyes narrow as she leans towards you. “How long have you two been married?”

Tobin’s brown orbs widen as she glances at you, your eyes widening slightly as you rub the back of your neck.

Tobin shrugs, mumbling under her breath, words barely leaving her mouth.  

“Yeah, can you speak up?” Julie leans forwards, she and the rest of the team straining their ears to hear her.  

“Ummm, 14 months...” Tobin mumbles, the earlier ire that had been dissipating now back in full force.  

“A WHOLE YEAR!”  

The women all yell, talking over one another, the two of you unable to understand anything they’re actually saying.  

You turn to Tobin, the look of utter terror on her face making you snort, that snort silencing each and every one of the USWNT players.

“What’s so funny?” Emily asks, your smile splitting into a grin.  

“Your face is priceless.” You giggle at Tobin, the forward sending you a glare.  

“It was not.” She growls and you snicker.  

“Yes, it was.”  

Again, the ire they were feeling fades away as they watch the two of you playfully nudge each other, Tobin giggling as you kiss her cheek over and over again.  

Kelley growls.  

“Goddamn it, they’re adorable.”  

“How are we supposed to be mad at them?” Ashlyn grumbles and Megan rolls her eyes.  

“They aren’t making it very easy.”  

Tobin meanwhile leans against you, the woman unconsciously twisting the wedding band on your finger.  

Alex shakes her head, turning to Christen.

“We can’t be mad at them, can we?”  

Christen shakes her head.  

“They really love each other, you’ll see...” She grins, her eyes widening when she realizes what she’d confessed.  

“YOU KNEW!?” Kelley yells, their anger turning to Christen.

You glance at Tobin the two of you whispering.  

“Do we let them kill her?” Tobin asks and you shake your head.  

“Of course not.”  

“Don’t kill Chris, we told her not to tell.” You send the forward a nod, the woman nodding rapidly.  

Julie points at Christen.  

“And since YOU told her to lie, and you and Tobin are adorable...”  

Kelley groans loudly.  

“WE CAN’T BE MAD AT ANYONE.”  

You shrug, turning to Tobin, the woman’s brown orbs locking with yours.  

She nods.  

“Yep.”  

Kelley sighs in defeat, turning to Alex with a pout, the forward slipping an arm around her.  

“Goddamn it.”  

Meanwhile you turn to Tobin, pressing a kiss to her lips.  

“Well, that didn’t go as bad as I thought.” You shrug, Tobin nodding.  

“Now we have to tell YOUR teammates.”  

You swallow hard, your eyes widening.

“Oh shit.”  

[neonponders]

I started writing this very niche au ages ago that @booksfoxesandcoffee and @demogirlfriend tinkered with lol​ it’s not quite what I wanted, but at least it’s done ~

Based on my post for This Steve with This Billy:

vampire/musician!Steve and mobster!Billy.

TW for briefly mentioned drugs and all manner of vampire things.

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If Billy were being honest with himself, it wasn’t the man’s looks that hooked him. The way a superior dancer stands out in the ensemble, it was the musician’s energy that made Billy’s eyes keep finding him.

Every business that opened his his territory went through Billy’s strict legislature. And the whole city was his to play king.

He didn’t consider himself a strict businessman, but he did attend the new club with regularity to make sure they had what they needed to succeed. If they couldn’t succeed, then they’d have to rebuild elsewhere.

They did succeed. Because they had Steve Harrington.

On paper, he was lead guitarist. An instrumentalist. Vocalist if necessary. Billy Hargrove knew he shined in neon stage lighting and his special trick was swinging the instrument around his body so the guitar switched sides halfway through a song or riff, proving ambidextrous dexterity.

Billy knew Harrington was hard to get ahold of. So far, he’d hosted every member of the band and every guest musician at his VIP table. Harrington always had reasons for leaving directly after a show, which surprised Billy. The man’s band mates clearly revolved around him, looked to him for timing cues, and Billy even had the unique experience of seeing the man smack a drink out of the bassist’s hand because the guy could barely stand.

There was a personality there, and Billy wanted to see it up close. Taste it.

Somehow, Harrington had even avoided being invited to Billy’s table during the mid-show break. Always conveniently disappearing until the second he needed to be on stage.

Until now.

Billy’s guards stood up when Harrington approached with someone held firmly by the scruff of his shirt and jacket. Billy waved them aside, and the musician dumped the guy into Billy’s booth. Some heads turned in their direction, curious for drama but not for long. Anyone who hung around Billy, hungering for his attention, knew to be careful about annoying him.

“Is this one of yours?” Harrington prompted.

“Why would he be?” Billy inquired with a lethargic blink.

“I thought your sort had more class than distributing roofies.”

Billy’s pleased, large feline demeanor sloughed off as he turned his head to the man in his booth. Billy didn’t bother negating Harrington’s accusations. Anybody with sense knew who he was. The only thing that bothered Billy at the moment was the use of some nobody to get the musician’s attention.

“You’re right. He isn’t.”

Just like that, the guards lifted the sorry soul out of his booth and began ushering him out of the club. He made a weak attempt at promising an ability to make Billy money, but the latter wasn’t interested in a business centered around dangerous sex. Billy considered himself a purveyor of the opposite; of passion, and real passion only came when all parties were conscious for it.

“Steve.”

The musician paused to look back at him, already on his way back to the greenroom or wherever he hid in between performances.

“Sit with me.”

Steve’s gaze flicked down to the now available seat next to Billy. “No, thanks.”

As if he could - 

He did.

Steve walked away from the table. Billy saw the more discretely dressed guards loitering in the crowd turn and begin to approach Harrington...before distinctly letting him pass.

It was not a regular day that Billy Hargrove’s employees feared someone else more than him.

He pressed his back into the booth, and one of the women sitting along the back of the booth leaned down to hear him. “I want his file.”

“Yes, sir,” she purred. It took no time at all for her to return to his table with Harrington’s business papers. Typical tax form, resume, no cover letter but instead a CD with his music samples.

“What about his background?”

Her nails raked through her long, black hair. She played the part of groupie very well. “We don’t have anything yet.”

Billy found that hard to believe. “He’s worked here for weeks.”

She shrugged a bare, shimmering shoulder. “He hides very well. We’ll have something soon.”

Not soon enough.

Billy took to wandering his club instead of sitting. Why they didn’t just haul the musician into Billy’s office for questioning…no sensible person detonates a bomb without knowing the area is clear. They didn’t know enough about Steve. Whether he belonged to a family scouting the borough before encroaching on Billy’s property.

Would it be their fault for sending in a mole without honoring the proper channels? Yes.

Would it be Billy’s fault for starting an underground war for harming Steve first? Also yes.

So he watched. So he waited. And he began to enjoy this game he and Steve had developed. Because Steve wasn’t as oblivious. He looked pretty—the kind of pretty that some mistake as dumb—but Steve had proven in many, subtle ways just how observant he could be.

The way he managed his band members’ alcohol or obvious drug addictions.

The second time he hauled some petty dealer over to Billy’s booth.

When he flipped Billy off as he walked away after Billy tested, “I noticed you like brunettes.”

“No, you haven’t.”

Steve watched Billy. And Billy watched Steve. At least, Billy suspected. Billy hoped.

The confirmation arrived in the humid alleyway behind his club. He was already itching for a fight. For the last two weeks, a new asshole had been loitering around and inside his business. No one had yet been able to catch him doing anything—until Billy followed him out of the wrong exit. Nobody could use service doors at the back of the building; it was both a safety hazard for civilians to be in the way of delivery trucks, and any squeals about people coming and going from there would have the police riding Billy’s tail.

Then the bastard had the audacity to take two girls who were definitely sporting fake id’s outside.

He slammed the service door against the brick exterior to get their attention. All three of them were huddled and necking between two garbage bins. A real class act.

“Jail bait bimbos, get inside. This asshole can lock himself in a concrete box without your…help.”

The distinct memory of Steve delivering roofy dealers to him flashed in his brain at the sight of the blissed out girls using the alley walls to stay upright. The memory flew out into the main street at the glistening darkness on both of their necks, dripping into their low cut shirts.

In the window of Billy’s surprise, the guy attacked. Slammed Billy right against the other side of the alley, knocking the air out of him—

Billy’s brain couldn’t keep up. But his eyes could.

A large hand gripped the gelled hair and wrenched the guy’s head so far back that Billy heard a threatening pop.

Billy had never stood next to Steve before. He stood just a little taller than Billy—both smaller than the impressive figure he’d watched so many times on stage, but also bigger because he’d never been this close…

Billy was officially having trouble breathing as he watched the man’s wide eyes darting around his sockets despite his broken neck and the disgusting angle of his windpipe.

“This spot’s taken. Tell your hovel to skip town. You won’t get a fourth chance.”

Fourth?

Billy’s eyes stuck on the bloody, long teeth in the man’s gullet before Steve shoved him down the alley. The man landed several yards away—no ordinary shove—but he hauled ass to his feet, head lolling on his shoulders with more sickening crackles.

Billy remained stationary as Steve fixed the shirts and jackets falling on the girls’ shoulders went to hail a cab. One of them recovered faster than the other, and hauled her friend into the vehicle. By this time, Billy managed to say, “What will they do with those stained shirts?”

Steve looked at him, suddenly looking remarkably…normal. Even startled, like he’d forgotten Billy was there. He didn’t hold Billy’s gaze, instead looking a bit downward—

“What will you do about yours?”

Billy frowned, blinking twice before he looked down at himself. It took him a moment to see the difference in his dark blue button-up. But he glistened like the girls did. Slowly, his mind caught up and realized how warm the side of his neck felt, and how gross. Wet. Dry. Sticky. Crusting.

“How did I not even notice?”

Like a dream clinging onto his waking consciousness, the blurry numbness subsided, and Billy realized his throat really fucking hurt.

Steve’s gaze dropped even further, tilting away from Billy as he pointed at the doors. “Go and clean yourself up. Go home.”

Leave it to Billy Hargrove’s pride to stack his spine back together. He stepped off the alley wall and into Steve’s space.

“Don’t—” he turned his face further to the side.

“Explain,” Billy ordered, even as Steve’s hand lifted to cover his mouth.

Steve shook his head a little. “I don’t have to,” he muffled and lifted weary eyes. “Clean yourself up.”

The answers were right there. Yet it seemed…stupid to say any of it out loud. How many movies? Book? Shows?

Instead he said, “Show me.”

Steve’s jaw clenched. “You don’t play with bears like this.”

Billy laughed. He laughed Steve all the way out of the alleyway. Billy only regretted this when the next evening, the secretaries of the business ran through the week’s itinerary. Steve wasn’t scheduled.

A long week progressed of Billy thinking over that night. How the hell a guardian angel with teeth and no wings lived his nights in Billy’s cage and Billy had just…taunted him into slipping right out of the bars.

When another week presented itself with still no sight of his musician, Billy knew he would have more than one inconvenience on his plate. His customers liked Steve. Statistically, the club was fit to bursting since a third more clientele showed up for the band’s gigs. Steve made the barkeeps laugh in between numbers. Billy had always thought he used the alcohol in the greenroom instead of taking up the bars’ time.

Instead he dropped rats right into the king’s lap. Creatures Billy never would have seen unless Steve made them visible.

“Schedule Steve’s group on Sunday.”

His secretary frowned at him. “Am I missing something? We’re off on Sundays.”

“He knows that. Just use whatever number he gave you.”

Billy waited behind the club. Perhaps he should have arranged a specific meeting time instead of just the vague Sunday, but…Steve was punctual to his usual call time. Billy heard his footsteps the same moment the lighter in his hands crackled softly under his cigarette.

Steve approached with his hands in his jean pockets. Then he entered the harsh lighting of the motion-detected beams above the doors. “You don’t look good.”

Because he didn’t. Steve made tired look good but he had met the line between tired and haggard. His lips were chapped and the lights above him put his eye sockets into harsh contrast. Billy missed the lush face he watched bathed in neon stage lights.

Steve only met Billy’s gaze briefly before looking back down the alley. “Haven’t been to the grocery store lately.”

“By ‘groceries,’ do you mean my place?”

“And if I do, then what?”

Billy smirked as easily as blinking. “I don’t recall firing you. You didn’t have to run—”

“Yes, I did. Dipshit.”

Billy moved his tongue over his teeth while he grinned. “Why didn’t you finish what he started? Three easy meals right there.”

“And swell up like a mosquito? Gross.”

Smoke sputtered out of his mouth. “You’re not what I expected. In any regard. It’s a wonder my employees haven’t been inspired by your recklessness. Or my letting you get away with it.”

“There’s no letting anything happen. We’re not all teeth. There’s nothing you could do if we don’t want it to happen. It’s the same on your side for humans.”

Billy’s next exhalation seeped out of his mouth. Slow. “Are you taking your time? Circling a stronger prey?” He tapped the ash off his cigarette, and watched Steve’s irises flick to the movement. “Most people come to me for my looks, money, or power. Is it the same for you?”

“No.”

That might’ve caught Billy off guard, if he didn’t feel gently nailed in place by Steve’s eyes lifting to his own. It was Billy’s turn to look down—down at the fingers grazing Billy’s hand as Steve reached for the cigarette. Took it.

“You’re easy prey because you’re already dying. You smoke a pack of these a day. The rest of the criminal cityscape would celebrate your funeral. A wolf’s goal is to eat. Not bragging rights—well. For the smart ones. We go for what’s easy.”

Glass-blue eyes wandered Steve’s face as he took a long inhalation. “I’ve never been called ‘easy’ in my entire life.”

Steve shrugged and—politely—aimed his lips to the side. Billy wondered how much he’d mind if Steve’s smoke graced his skin. “What can I say? We hunt the same way lions, tigers, and bears to. We go for what’s attainable with minimum effort.”

“You’re lazy.”

That overarching fringe bobbed over his head. Of course Steve had taken the time to style his hair. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

Billy took his cigarette back with a huff. “I’ll decide later how insulted I should be. Until then, you’re the one looking like easy pickings.”

“You haven’t thrown anyone out of your place lately.”

That took an extra minute for Billy to process. “You…huh.”

Steve’s head moved with his eyes rolling onto him. “You don’t really think people in this city leave any bar without a fight, do you? I’ve had plenty of dinners on your tab.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

Steve’s mouth lifted slightly in a skeptical grimace. “What’s the catch?”

Billy took his time with the last drag and stepped on the filter on his way to minimize the distance between them. “Explain to me why some pervert bites me and I’m fighting a hard on for two weeks?”

A rigid second passed, and then Steve crumbled into laughter. He laughed like a kid. A really cute little shit.

As Steve recovered, he heaved, “I’ve never heard anyone complain about the bite boners.”

Billy followed him as he reclined against the alley wall. “How about, instead of avoiding what’s really at play here, you admit to wanting to bite me. You’re usually on top of the rats that enter my business. But not that night.”

Steve stood on his own feet, making Billy feel the one inch he had on him. “And what if I did? What if it wasn’t your smell that made me crave, but jealousy?”

His musician’s bravado flickered when Billy’s tongue traced the edge of his bottom lip. “How do I smell?”

“Like smoked peaches.”

Steve was proving an annoying skill at making Billy dumbfounded. “What?”

He giggled anew. “Are you the type to fuck without kissing?”

Billy absorbed that and returned, “You like to kiss after blowjobs, don’t you?”

Steve wagged his head, so his words drifted back and forth over Billy’s mouth. “Yeah? So what?”

Billy inhaled deeply to make a show of sighing like humoring Steve’s romantic ethics was tiring him out—

Steve’s hands cradled his head with care, the soft sound of Billy’s hair scrunching underneath his fingers filling his ears as Steve licked inside Billy’s mouth. The latter’s jaw went slack, letting Steve in and meeting his tongue to taste him right back. Apart from the smoke, Steve tasted mutely sweet. The way a clean mouth does; the way a man should taste. Billy had always thought the way a person tasted was a uniquely intimate thing. Like a special piece of DNA could only be read with the tongue.

Steve’s tongue retreated so he could fully kiss Billy’s lips. When the lazy, soft pecks seemed to be Steve’s only intent, Billy gripped his shirtfront, the only warning he got before Billy licked the seam of his lips, wanting more. Wanting what they started.

“Mhm…is everything…a power trip with you?” Steve mumbled, but his breath shuddered when Billy pressed his hard groin against Steve’s pelvis.

“Bite me and fuck me—”

The lights went out, because they were tucked far enough behind a garbage bin for the motion detectors to not see them. Steve’s attention moved between these details and he uttered, “Next to the trash?”

Billy growled, “Ughh,” and hauled Steve off the brick and into his off-day business. “I should’ve guessed you were high maintenance.”

But right inside the doors, Billy tapped in the access code to a private elevator. “Where are we going?”

“Top floor penthouse.”

Steve snorted. “You’re like my cockatoo bragging about the highest swing.”

“You have a bird?”

“Yes, I have a bird! A little asshole named, Orchid. He whistles to all of my songs.”

“You’re the strangest excuse for a vampire I’ve ever seen.”

“And you are easy. Thanks for showing me the key to your house.”

Billy looked at him and met a toothy smirk. “Pisces, huh?”

The elevator dinged and Billy was too deep to back out now. He couldn’t tell which of them was the hunter, but he was ready to share a hell of a meal.

[starkatana]

So Close

Pokemon Piers x Female Reader (OC)

Summary:

You and Piers confess your feelings for each other but you’re only in the Galar Region for a limited amount of time. What do you two decide to do with your newly professed feelings?

Notes before reading:

Originally from Unova, in Galar for research.

You’re working with Sonia researching dynamaxing pokemon.

You’re full-time job is working at the pokemon nursery, you rehabilitate injured pokemon and you take care of abandon pokemon.

You have a Levanny as your pokemon partner.

AN: I’m back! I’ve been sitting on this forever thinking “why do i always have an OC when writing for different characters, i don’t know” I’m going to post it anyway! Hope you enjoy!

You are at a party in Hammerlocke hosted by Raihan in honor of the new champion because it’s long overdue after the Rose incident and the twins' fiasco. A party was what everyone needed to celebrate and unwind. You’re Sonia's plus one, and once you had a moment by yourself Raihan came over, drink in hand, smug look on his face, “Hey, y/n are you single?” he’s straight to the point, “Asking for a friend.”

Your face immediately gets warm. Your eyes quickly shift over at Piers before looking back at Raihan. As quick of a glance you thought it was to Piers, Raihan noticed, and his smug grin only got bigger. “Piers?” he asks.

“Is that the friend?” you respond.

He simply shrugs in response giving you a playful smile.

You give him an eye-roll and followed by a light shove. Your cheeks are pink with embarrassment and you’re only a tiny bit upset that Raihan was able to read you so easily.

He lets out a laugh, “Don’t be embarrassed.” He reassured, “So you know. He stares at you every time you look away.”

“Why are you telling me this?” As cute as you think Piers is, the thought that he could like you back never crossed your mind. “I don’t think he likes me much at all.”

You’ve been in town for about two weeks now, and every time you are around, he never seemed to be interested in you. He would only talk to you if someone else was already talking to you. When you two got into a conversation, you thought he was just being friendly. There was that time where he invited you to Spikemuth, but he invited everyone, and when you said thanks, he ran off without another word.

Raihan lets out a small laugh, followed by a slight headshake, “I’ve known Piers a long time. As fearless as he is on stage, offstage, he’s shy. Keeps to himself, and never draws any more attention to himself than he needs to.”

For some reason you didn’t believe that, but decided not to push the topic. “Again. Why are you telling me this?”

“because” Raihan sighs, “I’ll say it outright. Piers likes you, and I’m letting you know that he’s not going to make a move. You’ll have to do that.”

You turn to face Raihan, who mirrors you and smiles at you, “He’s a good guy, but he’ll always put everyone’s feelings before his own. He’s focused on getting Marnie set up to take over the Spikemuth gym. So, he’s just going to stare at you from afar and use Marnie as an excuse to come over and talk to you because my poor punk baby is never going to do it himself.”

“Please ask my brother out, y/n.”

You turn around, and Marnie steps up next to you two. “We have to make this conversation fast.” She says, “It’ll only be a matter of time before Piers comes up to join our conversation.” You look over at Piers, who makes eye contact with you, and you look away again, heart beating fast and blush washing over your face.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about. He doesn’t like me.” You try to lie to yourself. You are only going to be here for three months you live in a different region, even if things went well and things worked out, how long would it last with the long-distance?

Marnie and Raihan roll their eyes sharing a glance.

“Everyone can tell that you two have a thing for each other.” Marnie gestured at you.

“Everyone except you two.” Raihan continued.

You don’t know what to say. All this information was coming so fast.

“And then I whipped out a peace sign saying I would win the next one.” Raihan let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s going on, you guys?” Piers asked as he walked up to your group. “Hey, y/n.”

“Hey, Piers.” You quickly sink into your drink, at the same time trying to shrink into the background to disappear. Now that you knew that he liked you back, you didn’t know how to act around him. Not that you knew before, but definitely not now.

“Raihan was just telling us how he lost to Leon. Again,” Marnie said.

How were these two so good at lying?

“Now, my goal is to defeat Leon AND Gloria.”

“Good luck with that.” Gloria laughed, joining their group as well with Hop and Bede close behind. “These two nincompoops want to duke it out in the stadium, can they Raihan?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” Raihan cheered, “I’ll ref! But first!” he takes his Rotom phone out, “Selfie!” and he brings the group together to snap a picture. It felt purposeful where Marnie took a step forward, giving peace symbols as Hop and Gloria get close to you, pushing you into Piers. You and Piers lock eyes, you feel your face turn bright red while you give him a sheepish smile. He smiles at you in return. When the camera snaps, neither of you were looking at the camera.

“This one’s a keeper!” Raihan said looking at the photo, “Let’s go to the stadium!” Raihan announced to the room. The kids run off with Raihan as they run past you and Piers. Piers instinctively pulls you close as the VIP room empties, leaving you in a daze as to what just happened. You two are some of the few remaining people in the room. You look up at him, and the two of you share a moment where his arms are around you protectively.

“Thanks, Piers.”

“No problem.” He hesitantly lets go of you and pulls at the ring on his choker, “Raihan always manages to get people pumped up for Dynamax battles.”

“It's fascinating.” You say, looking through the window over at the stadium, “I’m just curious what the lasting effects on dynamaxing pokemon are.”

“Is that what you’re working on with Sonia?”

“A little.” You look over at him and catch him looking away from you when Raihan’s words go through your head: He likes you.

“Do you want to watch?” he asked.

You shake your head no, “I’m good after that Swordbert and Shieldbert thing, I’m good without dynamax pokemon for now.”

He nods, “Alright then.”

You suck in a quick breath, you take a shot, “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure.” He agrees without any hesitation.

Crap. You didn’t think you’d get this far this fast. “Let’s go to the daycare and see some baby pokemon.”

He gives you a soft smile, “Sounds like fun.”

He orders a Corviknight, and it takes you two to route 5. Not only were you working with Sonia on the lasting effects on Dynamaxing pokemon, but you also helped out at the daycare. Your fulltime job is daycare caretaker, you help rehabilitate pokemon and care for the ones abandon by their owners. You two go inside the daycare and see your Levanny sitting outside the door of the nursery spitting silk as if she was knitting.

“How are things?” you ask her.

She lets out a soft coo and points to the door, telling you to be quiet. Then she starts pointing at you two and nods.

“Okay.” You blush, “C’mon Piers.” And you lead him out of the daycare.

“She takes her job very seriously.” Piers joked.

You laugh, “Yeah, she’s great at it.” You breathe relieved. Even your pokemon seem to think you two would be good together. “Sorry, we can’t see any baby pokemon right now. They’re all sleeping.”

“It’s alright.” He was so go with the flow, it was nice change of pace from your crazy structured day-to-day life and his presence is just so calming, “It’s a beautiful night,” he gestures down the bridge towards Hulbury, “care to join me?”

“Of course.”

The two of you silently walk down the cobblestone together taking in the view and the fresh air. The night was perfect. The sky was clear, the stars shined bright next to the moon in the sky, there's was enough moon in the sky to illuminate your walk, but not enough to drown out the beauty of the night. It was a picture-perfect evening. Other couples were walking around and standing on the bridge.

“This is romantic.”

You blush at his voice and the thought. “Yeah.” You let out a weak chuckle, “I walk this every day, and I never realized.”

“It’s… beautiful.” He stammered. You looked at him, he was pulling on his ring again.

You gently touched his upper arm, “I think so too.” He lets out a light sigh followed by a smile.

You two stop in the center of the bridge, overlooking the wild area with a gorgeous view of the Hammerlocke gate, “This is my favorite view.” You say leaning against the railing as he takes his place next to you.

“It’s beautiful.” There’s a noticeable pause between the two of you as you looked over the wild area. “Just like you.”

You stop and look over at him. He lets out a low cough, obviously looking away from you trying to avoid eye contact. A lightbulb went off in your head, he was trying to do that earlier too. He’s so precious.

“Piers,” you pause, I like you.

“What's up?” his voice sounded hopeful.

“Nothing, it's dumb.” You shake your head, giving yourself an eye roll. While he turns to look at you, you turn away looking in the opposite direction.

“I’m sure it’s not.”

You face him, and for the first time, you two make eye contact without the other turning away instantly. Everything about him takes your breath away. You feel your face get warm again. He’s so cute, especially in the moonlight. His bright blue eyes were so easy to get lost in. It wasn’t obvious, but he has such a welcoming and friendly energy that once you got past an exhausted looking Piers, that did scare some people, he is honestly the nicest person anyone would be lucky to be around.

“What?” he asked, his face grows concerned. You look ahead of you again, taking a deep breath trying to find your composure.

“Okay.” You wipe your hands on your shorts. “I’m going to take a shot here because of,” you rotate your hands around each other avoiding his eyes, “ideas.”

“Yeah?” you could hear his confusion.

“Has anyone told you anything.” you wonder aloud, looking back at him.

“I mean.” He looks away this time but back at you before continuing. “I think you’re cool, but I know you’re only here for what two more months?”

“Yeah.” You sigh. That was a big factor in why you didn’t want to get involved with anyone here. You were only in Galar for three months, you had two and a half left. There was no need to get into a relationship with each other or even bother about letting him know how you feel. As much as everyone wanted to, there was no point. Why make your small group of friends here awkward?

“I’ll just come out and say it.” You look over at Piers. “I have a crush on you.”

“What?” you say instinctively. Raihan said he wouldn’t make a move, but apparently, he didn’t know Piers as well as he thought he did. You heard what Piers said your brain just needed a second to comprehend and register what he said.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, pulling at the ring on his choker, “I just felt like I would’ve exploded if I didn’t get it out right now.”

“No, it’s okay. I just….I like you too.” You respond, “I just don’t know.”

“Same.” He lets out a weak smile.

The silence is tense between you two.

“You leave in three months, and I just don’t want to make things awkward.” Piers said. “I really like hanging out with you and I don’t want that to change, but if….” His voice trailed off.

“Yeah! I totally get that.” You agreed, “We don’t want to force anything.”

“No. No. Definitely not.”

“So, we could just take this as it goes.” You say.

He nods, “Yeah…”

“So, because you said it. I do like you too.” You reassure him.

He gives you a smile, “Thanks, I was getting nervous for a minute there.”

“Have you not been nervous this entire time?” you joke, “I’ve been freaking out.”

He laughs, “No, I’ve been a nervous wreck this entire time.”

You two share another laugh together as you have before. It felt natural and easy being with Piers. You deeply wished something would happen between you and Piers, but there was time to see where this would go.

“So, we’re just going to see where this goes?”

“I’m okay with that if you are.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you, “Want to come over for dinner on Thursday? I have this new song I want you to hear.”

“Yeah,” you agree, “Text me when you want me over.”

“Always.”

It was a good feeling to get that off your chest. You two lean against the railing looking back out at Hammerlocke gate in silence, but closer together. You lean your head on his arm and take in the moment you have together. Piers settling into being your pillow.

“Thank you.” You say, “I’m glad.”

“Me too.” He responds.

Thursday came. He was just finishing up a training session with Marnie, while you sat in the back watching the two battle. Immediately after Piers comes up to talk to you about what he was planning to make for dinner.

“I hope that sounds okay.”

“Sounds awesome. I can’t wait.”

“I really hope you like the song too. I wrote it with you in mind.”

“Piers.” you hold your hand over your heart, when Marnie walks over and starts stabbing the air between you two.You two stop what you were talking about and stare at her.

"What are you doing?"  he asks her.

"Trying to cut the romantic and or sexual tension between you two.” She continues furiously stabbing the air, “Crap, it’s not working!”

You and Piers blush furiously.

[kachulein]

✧･ﾟ:*Fave Groups Tag!✧･ﾟ:*

I thought it would be cool to make a tag in which we all share something unique that connects us to our favourite group(s) that we don't (or not yet) have with another/other groups. Idk how to explain it but I promise it will make more sense after reading my examples. :')

Okay so, I decided to use Ateez, Enhypen, Stray Kids, The Boyz and TXT for this tag.

Ateez: A unique thing that connects me with Ateez is that I've been to a concert of theirs before. It was my first (and so far only) Kpop concert I've ever been to, and I've also had VIP tickets, so I could meet them during the Hi-Touch event. It's just so crazy to look back on it and realize I've actually experienced that and I actually go to meet the members. It still feels unreal, especially when I watch them through the screen nowadays and see how far they've come and how much they've grown. It was truly unforgettable and I still have a really cute memory with San and an intense one with Wooyoung lmaooo!! :') 💗

Enhypen: They're not the only group that I knew of before they debuted (I also knew about TXT and Stray Kids predebut, I can't remember for Ateez but I know that it wasn't the case for The Boyz, I only found out about them when "Boy" dropped) but what's unique with Enha is, that I've "created content" for them predebut and I've never ever done that for another group before. It was back in October(?) of last year, that I got an ask on @dreamyaqua to do a chart analysis for Heeseung and I was like "oh, I actually don't follow Enhypen and I haven't watched I-Land" but decided to give it a shot anyway. I thought it would be interesting to see if my astrology knowledge was good enough already to analyse someone I'm completely unfamiliar with and so I took that as a challenge. The responses I got from this post were so so sweet and definitely gave me a confidence boost! And also, I would've never thought that half a year later, my bestie would get me into Enhypen and that I'd count them to my fave groups now.😂💗

Stray Kids: Okay so, I don't think I've ever done either of these two things for another group so far... I haven't been a "proper stan" until July/August 2018 but back when Hellevator dropped, I got this song recommended to me on youtube and I loved it so much that I've kept up with SKZ's music as much as I've never kept up with the music of a group I don't stan. And also, there was once a time in which I stayed up until 6am, just so I could watch Stray Kids live on After School Club together with my friend. We were both so hyper due to a lack of sleep and it was just such a fun and memorable experience.💗 And a third thing is that I actually bought some of SKZ's Japanese releases which I've never bought from another group so far.🤔

The Boyz: Well...this is actually less of an experience with the whole group and rather just an experience with Kevin. In March of last year Kevin went live on the V app and I was watching his live (duh) and when he was answering some questions, I also wrote a comment and asked him something AND HE SAW IT AND REPLIED and I freaked out because that's never happened to me before. So yeah, that was one of those moments that made me incredibly happy and I'll never ever forget it.🤧💗 There's actually a second unique thing I could mention here but this is one that makes me incredibly sad lmao. So lo and behold, The Boyz is the only fave group of mine I don't own any albums of yet??? And I'm very adamant on changing that. But I tend to want to always buy a group's whole discography and since I don't have the money for all of that, I've shied away from ordering albums for them for the past year. Why am I like this- 🤚🏻😭

TXT: This is less of an actual experience... but, in my 5.5 years of being into Kpop, I've only once bought a Season's Greetings so far, and it was TXT's Season's Greetings for 2021💗 (I've just changed the calendar from September to October and that's what gave me the idea for this tag). A second unique thing is that for the first (and so far only) time, I entered a fansign raffle, it was for TXT. I wasn't selected which was to expect since I only bought 3 albums (all 3 versions of the Blue Hour album) but it's fine^^ (I might try again but this time with Enhypen, since I've already preordered the Dimension: Dilemma set from weverse shop,,, but I'm scared lmao). A third thing I could mention here is that I actually have a weverse magazine for TXT with an interview with each member in it! It's beautiful, the pictures are ethereal, and I will definitely use it to improve my Korean!! (ง'̀-'́)ง💗

of course, you don't have to do this if you think this is a dumb idea assfghdkdkl but I'm tagging: @marculees @interstellix @http-peachie @oddlittlefandomist @gyudenial and anyone else who'd like to do it~🥺💗

[gyllenhaalstories]

SOUTHPAW, PART 1: HEADCANONS.

notes: dear anon: thank you for making me appreciate jake the rapper! also i know nothing about rap, so i’m sorry if this is pure trash! i never finished watching southpaw because it was too dark for me, but i took some very loose inspiration from it. warnings: mentions of dark past, mentions of sexual content... this got really long (2k words). gifs credits: alphalewolf. extras: if you want more informations about rapper!jake, please scroll through my blog. i have edited some older posts with the tag: topic: rapper!jake, so check it out if you’re interested. i have taken some ideas and put them in this list. (at the end of the list i provided some goodies!)

PART TWO WILL BE UPLOADED SOON, KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR IT!

attention, attention! please note i know absolutely nothing about rap. i very rarely enjoy listening to rap music, it’s simply not for me. this might be inaccurate and off compared to the actual world of hip hop and other similar genres. i apologize for my lack of knowledge! this is an au in which jake is not an actor or a producer or anything of the sort. his fame, he built it with his music. you must keep that in mind while reading these headcanons or else it will get confusing. also, i’ve taken some loose inspiration from jake’s actual work, but that’s just for the sake of backstory. are you ready to dive in this twisted fantasy?

Jake Gyllenhaal. Known as Hall. He exploded the charts after being picked up by one of the biggest record companies for his first album: Hall of Fame. He was a rookie, yet he was older than most of the rappers you can think of today. He worked his way up undercover. He started participating in poetry and slam nights at local cafés. He became a songwriter, through connections. He sold some songs that are absolute classics today, but he does not care. He did not feel like they fit him anyway.

Growing up, Jake had it rough. There was a lot of fighting at home. His older sister was the perfect angel and him? The absolute disaster child. It was not like he ran after danger and trouble, he seemed to always be at the wrong place in the wrong time, he hung out with the wrong crowd. He managed to avoid juvie on some miracle. What was the miracle, you might ask? He was caught robbing some local bank with his “friends” and the cops, at first, did not believe he was innocent. While his friends were screaming and threatening the innocent clients of the bank, Jake actually tried to help them out of the building safely. The cops arrived at the same moment and thought he was keeping the strangers hostage. He was arrested on the spot. The other guys played the victims, blamed it all on Jake but it was only when Jake wrote the whole story, from the beginning where his friends manipulated him and made of him their puppet to when he felt this adrenaline rush telling him he needed to save the strangers that night. His writing was too sincere, too raw to be a web of lies. The police released him, but they kept an eye on him.

His escape were writing and music. He impressed all of his teachers at school. Talented, gifted, magical. That was how they described Jake at every parent and teacher meeting. Writing dumb sentences that made very little sense and playing with a guitar after school, that did not make his parents very proud compared to his sister who was on top of all of her classes and working hard for a future of wealth and success.

Music was his entire life. He would come home from school and blast music until he was called out for dinner. Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath, Heart, Pink Floyd, Metallica, name it. He liked it loud. He liked it weird. He liked it with a deeper message, with double meaning.

He worked all types of jobs, some legal and some not so much. He was saving money for college. He applied. He got in. He started his classes. He had big dreams, too, he had ambitions. Maybe he could his talent to good use? He wanted to study philosophy, literature, music, creative writing... Anything that required thought and depth. He made friends, there. He befriended the edgy punk guy, he had tattoos everywhere, he listened to the same bands, he was quiet but his essays spoke volumes.

Jake was disappointed, his illusions were broken. He hated the format of his classes, the feeling like his opinion and his inspiration did not matter, it was always about meeting some stupid requirements to please a rich professor who did not care about passion, about talent, about originality. Jake dropped out, soon followed by his friend. His friend was hired at a tattoo parlor and Jake hung out there all the time. He would stay up until 5 am, 6, 7, all night and all day long. He loved the clients there. He would write and read his writing out loud to the clients when they were tortured by the needle shooting the ink in their skin. Talented and gifted, they all the same thing.

He started to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

He wrote, not just stories and opinion pieces. He started writing songs, melody and lyrics. He started playing them, he started writing his own poetry too. He was introduced to freestyle battles. And as he fought against other talented thinkers, he noticed he spoke with a tempo, with a rhythm. He was rapping and he did not even realize it.

His career sky rocketed from the moment a music producer attended one of the rap battles. He was famous, he got quite the thick wallet and the connections. Jake was introduced to legends of hip hop. They all influenced him as his career grew to become something overwhelming and terrifying, yet thrilling and addictive.

Hall had a style of his own, though. It was romantic, yet absolutely disgusting and dark. It was aggressive, yet vulnerable and philosophical. He spoke of his trauma, of his hatred, of his envy, of his fears... He used his songs as an escape. He was becoming his own escape.

And his own prison. His family did not care about him, he was a shame, even. Aside from his old college friend, he never built strong friendships. They were all after him for fame and cash. He slept around, guys and gals, threesomes, foursomes... He did not care, anything for some genuine connection, even if it lasted for a very lazy and messy fifteen minutes in the trashy bathroom of a concert hall. Rumour had it he was a great lover, but he was so bad at loving.

Now it gets interesting...

Hall rapped alongsides Eminem, Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Travis Scott... The biggest pop stars were fighting just to get him to rap a line in their songs. Rihanna wishes he was the one singing Love the way you lie, does that give you an idea? He appeared on duets. He wrote more solo albums, sold them instantly. He never left the top of the billboard in weeks, months, if not years. It never really got to his head. He was still that sensitive boy writing about knights and princesses in his bedroom with walls covered by band posters. Fans did not care about this side of him, they loved him for his lyrics about snorting coke, drinking his pain away and fucking whoever wore the tiniest skirt around.

His latest album, Southpaw, was an even bigger hit. Pure filth. Pure gold. Imagine 13 tracks, Cardi’s and Megan’s WAP but reversed. He does not rap about how good he fucks people. He raps about how good they feel. That’s some real depth here, no pun intended.

You met him at one of his concerts. Your friend won VIP passes, so you were standing in the front and got to take a picture with him. You did not understand the hype around taking a photo with this guy, he just stood there and looked absolutely emotionless.

You hated rap, or perhaps you loved it. You did not care much for Jake, that was for sure. You thought he was just another lame rapper who thought he was the real deal because his lyrics were so explicit, even the clean versions made angels cry. The truth was, you did not know much a bout him. You found him too commercial, like he was scared of becoming irrelevant.

You saw right through him already.

But him? He already cared too much about you. You caught his attention as he rapped his songs. He could not take his eyes off you. You weighted heavy on his mind, caused him to stutter and forget lyricvs. Fans laughed, they said he was probably too drunk or too high too focus. Drunk in love, that’s what it was.

There was something about you. Maybe it was the Black Sabbath shirt you wore. Maybe it was the unimpressed look on your face. Maybe it was your plump lips he wanted to kiss. Maybe it was the sight of you laughing with your friend that made his heart skip a beat. Maybe it was the fact you treated him like a normal person even if you had not spoken to him first.

So, you met backstage.

Your friend was beaming from ear to ear, showering Jake in compliments.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jake asked you.

“For someone who shows no emotion, sound dead inside and look like they wish they were doing anything but making dozens of thousands of dollars by singing a couple of semi mediocre tracks, yeah, it was not that horrible.”

He was up for a challenge.

You two exchanged insults like it was a boxing match. Each round was getting more and more intense. It was no longer insults, it was straight up flirting. You noticed when your bodies were so close you could smell the scent of watermelon chewing gum that escaped from his warm breath. You could hear the way his raced even faster than yours.

You were snapped out of this fantasy by his bodyguard, indicating other fans waited for him.

He remembered the name your friend called out, saying he needed to bring you home before something bad happened.

It was the most beautiful name he had ever heard.

He hung out around that concert hall for the next couple of days. At the bar nearby, at Starbucks, at McDonald’s, anything for the sake of seeing your face again.

And he did.

You were walking out of the record store with a vinyl of Heart squeezed under your arm. You looked so happy. You had paint stains all over your clothes. You were erasing the memories of a terrible relationship by decorating your tiny apartment, and you needed to set the right ambiance. You needed guidance, you found it in the strong minds of the ladies behind Heart, in Joan Jett, in Stevie Nicks. You found your silver lining in music.

Jake ran behind you, he pretended he was out jogging and he mysteriously bumped into you. He grabbed your vinyl before it could fall on the ground.

“Nice pick.”

“We finally agree on something.”

Another round of flirty insults...

... That ended in the two of you fucking like animals on the floor of your apartment.

And fucking on the couch the next day.

On the kitchen counter the morning after.

And finally, on the bed. That was a really special one. Jake was the first person to be on your bed since the departure of your ex. He could feel that you were not in the mood for a rough battle for dominance.

That night, he made love to you.

For, quite possibly, the first time in his life, he expressed his love directly to somebody. “Princess, baby girl, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing”, he showered you in compliments, and praises. The slow movement of his hips, the intense passion in his eyes and love in his heart spoke louder than the music you were playing in the background to set the mood.

You were not just another trophee to hang on the wall. You were special.

He was special too.

He bought you every record that reminded him of you. He bought you collector items of your favourite bands. From the silliest decoration to a new car to replace your crappy one, passing by tickets to exclusive and sold-out shows, Jake had never felt more famous in his life than when he was with you.

His fans noticed the change in his songs, in his lyrics. They were just as explicit, just as rotten and just as corrupted. However, they came from a place of light and love, not of darkness and rage.

He sang about how good your felt when you climaxed around him. How drenched he was whenever he made you squirt. How he loved to taste himnself on your lips. How he was full of love and of lust for you. How he would quit everything if it meant he would live a normal life, for once, and with you.

You inspired so many songs that became massive world-wide hits.

You travelled the world with him on tour. You helped him design his new merch and you wore his t-shirts with pride. You attended concerts in your freetime. You loved staying up all night, painting and drawing while he was writing about this mirage of a goddess, blessing his existence with a smile and a sparkle in her eyes.

He was addicted to you.

He was crazy for you.

And he went crazy on you.

for research purposes and not because i wasted my time hearing eminem talk about stuff i don’t understand so i could stare at jake’s thighs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mP_cKP4OjsA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whV5oQDvVWE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGqC9URTJIQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5imXD1LPnwo

and finally, for good measure :

@gyll-yee-haw​ ily

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2019 END OF YEAR KDrama Post

Wow, I haven’t made one in years. This is going to involve only dramas that came out in 2019 because I watched a hell of a lot dramas made prior to that and trying to figure out which ones will give me a headache.

DRAMAS WATCHED (In order of liking from most to least as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen at least two eps AND feel it was enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

Extraordinary You -  A philosophy and religion course AND a love story, and perfect at both.

My Country - a brutal, passionate, intense masterpiece of a sageuk. This is how they should be.

Crash Landing On You - the two eps that have aired brought my joy in watching kdramas back to me so vividly. This is everything. 

Encounter - the perfect noona romance of the year for me. It seems to have little plot (powerful older woman, idealistic younger man) but the characters made me love them with an unhealthy amount of attachment and the mood is just perfect. 

Haechi - smart traditional sageuk with a heart. This one will make you love it but also respect it in the morning :)

Queen: Love and War - Period, romance, mystery, helpless king and feisty heroine. It’s everything I love in one package. 

Chocolate - if, like me, you like slow old-school melo with genuine grown-ups, this one is for you. Ha Ji Won and Yoon Kye Sang are both incandescent in this. 

One Spring Night - a rare slice of life that worked for me so so much. I rooted for the main OTP like crazy (I did skip all the sister stuff though because boring to me.) It’s just a breath of fresh air.

The Tale of Nokdu - a rare funny youth sageuk that worked for me (except, ironically, for when they tried to be politics-heavy and serious about it.) Wonderful OTP, funny situations and just generally a delight. 

Memories of the Alhambra - I can hear people screaming that I put this so high, but this is a faves ranking, not objective one, and I loved the unusual premise (it ultimately fell apart but it tried), and Hyun Bin’s performance was out of this world and the aaaaagnst and I enjoyed waiting for it each week until almost the end. That ending though!!!!!

Psychopath Diary - this is black comedy at its best and hysterical and smart and somehow got me invested in the hapless protagonist. 

Hotel del Luna - clever and funny and smart. Hong Sisters largely back to form. I found the sageuk parts more engaging than modern ones, but what else is new.

Search WWW - some parts of it worked for me more than others, but it had solid writing and cool characters and some interesting OTP(s). 

Love is Beautiful Life is Wonderful - has the weekend drama slowness but it lovely and fun. 

When the Camellia Blooms - it was well made and the OTP was great and the acting top notch, I just don’t tend to go gaga for slice of life dramas, especially ones involving market ladies, much. 

Flower Crew Joseon Marriage Agency - competently done, pretty period piece about nothing. It was enjoyable and forgettable at once.

Catch the Ghost - I put it as high as I did because the OTP really did have lovely chemistry but the story was a complete mess, the police work made no sense and the heroine’s character was like nails on a chalkboard for me.

Joseon Survival - I got about four episodes in and liked it a lot but then Kang Ji Hwan turned out to be a convicted rapist, they replaced the lead and I didn’t go back. I kind of want to because I liked what I saw and I am madly curious as to whether they changed the main character or just said he had a different face now, no explanation. 

The Last Empress - pure inconsistent trash but so entertaining!

Vagabond - I made it eight episodes in before I realized that I would have as much fun staring at traffic. It’s a competently done actioner but without more, actioners never work for me, so this was a viewer/drama mismatch.

Arthdal  Chronicles - incoherent, visually odd and boring, this is arguably the worst drama this year but I am giving it higher place because the cast really tries (even if it tends to fail because it has nothing to work with) and because it attempted something different even if it failed spectacularly. SO BAD.

Melting Me Softly - yes, my brain was fully melted by this soulless, charmless waste of Ji Chang Wook and my limited free time.

VIP - Any drama that makes the main mystery and thrust of the story who the husband cheated on his wife with is BORING. Seriously, this is not exactly Hercule Poirot. They wasted their cast - I have NO idea why Lee Sang Yoon agreed to be in this as a one note character and Jang Nara is playing a second scorned wife in a row but without even the entertainment value of her previous outing.

Abyss - aptly named. The best thing I can say about it is it didn’t offend me but oh boy was it dull.

Absolute Boyfriend - I loved the manga but it’s time to accept this can never be adapted well. They wasted the cast and that ending was just an insult on top of a trash heap.

The Lies Within - you cast that cast and deliberately have no romance. You are dead to me. 

Woman of 9.9 Billion - competently made, but it’s everything I dislike - dour unpleasant bored people behaving as if they are in a particularly dreary art-house French movie but without any nuance or interest the latter came provide. 

Love with Flaws - shrill, dumb, neither acted nor written by anyone trying at all. 

Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung - objectively, it’s not the worst drama on the list, but it’s everything I hate in one package - willfully ahistorical but not cleverly so, male lead incapable of acting, the characters so one-dimensional they disappear, this purports to be a period drama but about as period as a space ship. God, I loathed this. 

FAVORITE DRAMA

Extraordinary You - smart (so mind-bendingly smart) and moving and totally unpredictable and with so many things to say about free will and religion and self and nature of memory and narrative, this had an insane impossible premise and yet somehow managed to do it full justice and stick the landing. 

WORST DRAMA

People with Flaws - this is different from least favorite because even if I loathed e.g., Rookie Historian or Woman of 9.9 Billion, I recognized some positive features; it’s just certain things really rubbed me the wrong way due to personal preferences. But this shrill hot mess of a drama is really everything that’s wrong with dramaworld.

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Prince Yeoning, Haechi - fiercely smart, strong, tormented by the duality of his birth (royal father, servant mother) but not letting this distract him from his purpose, loyal to the bone, and with integrity nothing can shake but where you can feel that it’s not easy and that it costs him.

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Eun Dan Oh, Extraordinary You - a go-getter who remakes the world (literally); smart, cheerful, strong, beautifully human. She feels so real and yet is larger than anything around her. 

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Yi Seung Gye, My Country - a sociopath destroying lives in his quest for power and control, even the destruction of his own family barely gives him anything but momentary pause. He is the reason for the tragedy of MC. 

FAVORITE SHIP

Eun Dan Oh x Haru, Extraordinary You - their love is literally universe and god-defying. They have loved each other as different people in three separate worlds (and counting), and have defied loss of memory and even loss of self as well as death, the end of worlds, and their god and the narrative and literally anything and everything, to be together.

Runner Up: Soo Hyun x Jin Hyuk, Encounter: tender and decent and his bringing her back to vivid life and the way they love and support and compliment each other.  

Probably gonna be on list if doesn’t go haywire: Crash Landing on You: she is a SK heiress, he’s a NK officer, they have mad chemistry and so much potential.

NOTP:

Tae Mi x Morgan, Search WWW - love the actors, love the chemistry, love the characters in terms of the way they are written, but they are absolutely wrong for each other and there is no future of any sort but misery ahead. None of their issues are resolved but are swept under the rug. It’s a cautionary tale, not a romance. I did a long rant before so not repeating. 

BEST SECONDARY OTP

Scarlett x Ji Hwan, Search WWW - they stole the shippiness in the drama for me. Cooky and adorable and noona romance done right.

FAVORITE SCENE

Haru’s final disappearance, Extraordinary You - the lights start to go out, the world literally dissolving, Eun Oh and Haru clinging to each other, with his telling her she was his beginning and the end. His name, the one she gave him, is the last thing he hears. In a drama full of amazing scenes the very gist of which was defying the very creator and universe and meaning of existence, this was the one that stayed with me the most.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Seo Hwi, My Country - I have a thing for deeply honorable, deeply tortured period badasses with long hair and a death wish (see Choi Young in Faith etc.)

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Yi Bang Won, My Country - he started out as an antihero and ended up as arguably a tragic villain (or maybe still an anti-hero) but oh boy, was he magnetic and fascinating and sucking out all the oxygen whenever he was in the scene.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

Memories of the Alhambra - WTF ending was that?! All that misery and no real resolution?! Dammit!

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Youth Sageuk - I hate most of them! They are anachronistic and dumb and honestly, what is the point of having fully modern people in period clothes? Just make a modern show and call it a day.

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

Melting Me Softly - Ji Chang Wook’s first project back from the military was an unfunny, unmoving, pointless mess with not an ounce of genuine enjoyment despite the excellent pedigree of everyone involved in front and behind the camera.

Arthdal Chronicles - the makers made excellent Queen Seon Duk, Tree with Deep Roots and Six Flying Dragons. The cast was uniformly A grade. The result was an open-ended, boring, incoherent mess that looks like a bad sort of a drug trip and made about as much sense. 

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

Extraordinary You - I had zero interest in yet another high school drama with no actors I recognized. By the end, EY was an emotional brainy twister of a marvel that became my favorite drama of all time. I’ve been watching dramas for over 13 years so that’s saying something.

2019 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

The Crowned Clown - I love sageuks and cast and it looks so smart and emotional

Angel’s Last Mission: Love - my next contemporary - I watched a little and loved what I saw

Fates and Furies - I saw a few eps and classic melo is so up my alley.

Clean with a Passion for Now - I like the cast and it’s a year of falling for hot weird bosses apparently.

Graceful Family - I love makjang and Im Soo Jung.

The Secret Life of My Secretary - downmarket Beauty Inside and I loved BI.

Love Affairs in the Afternoon - artsy adultery FTW

Item - I don’t like crime stuff but I am here for Joo Ji Hoon.

My Strange Hero - seems a little cooky but I am fond of Yoo Seung Ho.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2020

King: the Eternal Monarch - Lee Min Ho and Woo Do Hwan and parallel worlds and written by Kim Eun Suk. Yes Please.

I should probably make one for cdramas too though that one would be rather shorter.