#but i can make songs associations so spot on trust me

[sxnbleachedfiles]

jesus can always reject his father

but he cannot escape his mother blood

he’ll laugh and say, you know i raised you better than this

then leave me hanging so they all can laugh at me

#arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #bbc merlin #grieving what we could have had (uther dead by season two) #i cannot make characters analysis #but i can make songs associations so spot on trust me #anyway fuck uther i hate him w a burning passion #uther loved his children and uther was an abusive neglecting asshole are two sentences that coexist #however i need him to suffer anyway #put me in bbc merlin and i’ll deal w it trust🗣️

[snake-snack-stede]

Olu and Frenchie!

Olu 🧡 favorite thing about them: he's just a little guy who's forced to be a pirate 😭💖 least favorite thing about them: absolutely nothing at all sorry I can't read this one favorite line: "we can swim" when he thinks him and frenchie are in trouble on the party boat lmaoo brOTP: frenchie!!! OTP: jim of course 🥰 nOTP: being a pirate :((( random headcanon: can I steal the one about him wearing the beanie because he got lost a lot and his family needed a way of spotting him in the crowd lmaooo. that's one of the best headcanons in the entire fandom fr unpopular opinion: I actually don't think I have any about olu. he has done nothing wrong ever song i associate with them: keep well by kid cadaver favorite picture of them: lmao this legit makes me laugh every time I see it

Frenchie ❤️️

favorite thing about them: his fanfic writing career least favorite thing about them: his current location favorite line: "no, trust me. I was born for this kind of espionage" brOTP: olu!!!! OTP: wee john! I love their ship name it's so cute nOTP: the kraken lol random headcanon: he has invented everything that shouldn't exist in 1717 and yet exists in the show. basically if there's a plot hole it's actually just frenchie doin stuff unpopular opinion: I couldn't have a negative/unpopular opinion about frenchie if I tried tbh he's a chaotic angel song i associate with them: DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3 favorite picture of them:

#wearfinethingsalltoowell

[chattingwiththelightkeeper]

Vetting

I want to start by saying I apologize that this post is going to be lengthy and I am willing to bet it just might be longer than many here in the Tumblrverse will be able to make time for but it is something that I feel passionate about. A few months ago, a d-type in my region that was fairly active online on FetLife happened to show up in my news feed for being arrested for sexual assault on a minor and this must serve as a reminder to each of us, no matter what side of the slash a person is on, to make safety our priority. This caused me to think about the things I have learned through experience as well as the experiences of others about staying safe when getting to know someone new and I wanted to share this. Please remember this post is not about what goes into safely meeting in real life but the things to keep in mind to help ensure your safety as you get to a new person.

First, always remember that where we live can be a dangerous place, especially in the lifestyle. While this lifestyle has some of the most amazing people I have ever had the honor of knowing, I believe there are a few more bad apples ‘lurking’ within it because it resides in a dark alleyway off of the world’s well-lit vanilla main streets making it a perfect hideout for nefarious people. So with that in mind, ALWAYS keep this ‘twist’ on your Miranda Rights in mind every time you are interacting with someone who is not a trusted, real-world, friend:

“Anything you share, digitally and/or in person, can and will potentially be used against you.”  

So often in the lifestyle trust is talked about and it should be because trust is important no matter what your relationship is with another person, from friendship to a full-blown relationship. It takes time to build confidence in another person and there is absolutely no way to skip the investment of time to build this. While you are investing time in a person, never forget Ronald Regan’s famous quote, “Trust but verify”. There are no shortcuts to verifying if someone is Professor Boyd as they claim or Bonzo who has stayed up long past his bedtime (Did you get this movie reference?).

The vast majority of the people involved in the lifestyle do not walk around wearing an “I heart BDSM t-shirt”, especially at work and around family. There are members of this community who are one hundred percent open but the vast majority of people wish to make it their choice who they share this information with. With that in mind (I am a member of the club where I decide who knows rather than telling the world. Yes it is the cool kids club and you too can join) I believe it is fine and dandy to be vague especially at first. For example, when asked what do you do? Please do not say “I am a computer programmer for WOPR Corporation and my office is suite 1632 in the Bruce Wayne Tower, downtown Gotham”. A better answer is “I am a computer programmer in the Gotham metropolis”. It is not rude to be vague like this in the beginning but until you start to get a handle on who you are corresponding with, the vaguer the better in my opinion.

While you are investing this time to build trust, I want to talk about some of the things to look for/lookout for:

Do not think something horrid cannot happen to you. It CAN happen to you – Are bad things more likely to happen to a submissive than a dominant?  I believe that to be the case but just because you are a dominant do not think that a submissive cannot be just as deceptive or dangerous as a dumbinant predator. Evil lurks in the hearts of many regardless of role or gender. In other words, everyone needs to pay attention to even the littlest things from their new associate.

Consistency – Are their words matching up to what they have previously stated. Some signs of ‘trouble’ can be easy to spot, for example, they blow up your phone from nine to five (sing along with Dolly Parton if you remember that song) but when it is the evening they simply go poof. I am not talking about the poof that can happen to someone after a long day and they just toss the phone aside and collapse on the couch but a consistent pattern of refusing to engage on nights and weekends.

Verbiage – One of the biggest lessons I learned over ten years ago, was the word ‘we’. Listen for the word ‘we’ when you are getting to know a person. I will endeavor to explain better because all of us do ‘we’ things from concerts with friends, dinner with family, hikes with our dog but through my own very unscientific experience, those who are married or partnered (seeking kinky side action) will very often slip with their use of we. In my case, the person I was getting to know expressed excitement for the upcoming weekend because their kids were going for an overnight Saturday at their Grandmother’s house and they were having a ‘girl’s night’. When the conversation resumed on Sunday I asked what they did last night and the reply was “we met friends for dinner”. Ding-ding-ding, a red flag and so I said you forgot to mention you were in a relationship, and a few hours later the reply came, that they were married. No matter what words someone new uses focus not only on the words but on what you read between the lines. It is one hundred percent acceptable to read between the lines and ask questions about what you find there.

Ask questions – Never be afraid to ask a question, even if you wonder if it might be a dumb one. The only bad question is the one you do not ask. Speaking of questions, I feel it is fine to ask questions that might trip someone up. Suppose you were chatting with a person on Monday about their weekend, what they did, where they went, and all that goodness. I think it is perfectly fine to circle back to it later in the week and say “what did you do last weekend?” even though you know the answer (or at least the one you were given before). By doing things like this you are just subtly fact-checking and verifying.

The Voice AKA video and phone calls – No I am not talking about the TV show but invest in old fashioned voice conversation because any communication that is text-based means it can be simple, easy, and effective, however, actually hearing someone speak allows you to use another of our body’s amazing senses to pick up on a possible red flag. It is even better to do some video chats (even if you live nearby rather than just rush out to grab a cup of coffee), I believe it is best to invest the time in both voice and video chat before jumping to ‘in-person’. If you can talk for hours on the phone, then chances are you can talk for hours over coffee. If the person you are texting and chatting with refuses to have a phone call and video chat, it is a HUGE RED FLAG because they are HIDING something.

Whoa Nelly, Slow Down – Seriously, when we meet someone new and find them attractive it is easy to quickly become a runaway train on the track to eternal bliss. However, there are always many twists and turns on that route, so go slow. Make the time to discover if that train is safe to jump aboard before you hop on.  If that person is the right fit, they will understand and support the need to be slow, steady, and sane. Additionally, the longer the length of time you allow for communications before a meeting will allow for more opportunities for red flags to bubble to the surface. There is no substitute for taking your time.

I want to get back to the saying of anything you share, digitally or in person, can and will potentially be used against you. So here is a quick pop quiz: What is the fastest growing crime in the United States?  If you said identity theft, you are correct. Identity theft comes into play here because most of us are good people who believe the best in others and when we meet someone new, exciting, and of ‘interest’ we want to stand up and say, “I am who I say I am”. The bad news is that there are deceitful people posed to take advantage of that, so I want to talk about this.

There is the old saying, a picture says a thousand words and that is even truer in the social-media-fueled times we live in, so take a moment and imagine waking up one day to discover your friends, family, and your employer being told of your involvement in the lifestyle. This has happened not because you held a family and friends dinner to share it or brought in a few dozen doughnuts to the conference room at work then held a meeting to inform everyone that you love the lifestyle but because they all received friend requests from your new kinktastic and lifestyle centric social media pages. Oh, you say that you did not create that Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, etcetera and you certainly did not tweet that gif of yourself trying out your new gnarly nipple clamps but guess what, your Mom, Dad, Grandparents, and your brother Brad, the Bible-Belter, now know all about your “alternative lifestyle”. Plus as a bonus, your gossiping coworker, Judy Judgment, has shared this all around the office with your manager, peers and made sure Human Resources was the first to receive this compromising information. How could this have happened you say? You were just getting to know this sweet person and well they turned you on so you sent them a few naughty pics of your naughty bits. Well, that person was not so sweet but was a complete twatwaffle, and for whatever reason, they created fake social media accounts to ‘out’ you. Oh, that cannot happen to you because you NEVER share any pictures that are even the least bit revealing and everything you share is Mickey Mouse approved. Sadly even just sharing pictures that have undergone the rigorous process of being approved by the mouse almighty, can still damage your life. Imagine if those Mickey-approved pictures are put together with a kink-based social media account. True there would be no titillating images but linked with the words of the lifestyle it can and will affect your relationships now and in the future (I do not know a single hiring manager who does not “Google” a potential hire and imagine if they found this faked/stolen social media). I am no expert on how to repair or fix something like this but I can imagine trying to prove to the social media giants who the “real” person is could go a lot like this: “I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady, All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating, So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up. Please stand up, please stand up? (Eminem, The Real Slim Shady). Seriously, the process to fix a fake account may not be difficult (or maybe it is) but the damage from this, even if the false pages exist just for a very short period, can be lifelong.

Over the last year, I am seeing more and more advice advocating for the sharing of driver’s license information. This sounds like a great way, especially if you are dominant, to show that you are a real person except for Isaac Newton and his darn third law. Remember, it is the one for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. A Driver’s License or State ID contains not only your date of birth, address but there is that unique number assigned to it as well. While it is true that this number will not allow a person to get credit in your name but there are dangerous things just your number can do for people. For example, this number can allow someone to say they are you to a police officer, “I am sorry I forgot my license at home but here is the number” (they will never pay the ticket(s) and leave you with an outstanding warrant), use the number to cash bad checks, doctor/forge a fake license with your name/number for employment, background checks, and all sorts of fun police-related things that are not fun. While it is not the Holy Grail, like a social security number, a baddie does not have to be Skeletor to cause serious harm with just the information from your license.

Another item I have seen a few times of late, and I am sure that those who are proponents of this are very well-meaning, is providing someone ‘of interest’ a copy of their background check. Speaking for myself, the more someone tries to convince me that they are something, the more it convinces me they are not, like the person who insists on telling you over and over how honest they are. Experience has taught me that the more someone feels compelled to share something like that, the more they are not truly what they claim to be. In essence, if you feel that you have to work to show me that you are trustworthy (rather than just let your words/deeds speak for themselves), the more I am going to doubt you. What does being given a piece of paper saying XYZ Incorporated is pleased to report that Jiminy Cricket does not have any convictions that XYZ Inc. could locate and is employed by the Disney Corporation. I am sure it is well-meaning but ‘retail’ background checks, the kind that pops up in ads online, often when you Google someone, have serious limits/flaws such as the person having been arrested but the case dropped, convictions expunged, and crimes older than a certain number of years (seven is the median rule of thumb but there is no national law or standard).

I am going to take a moment and look at one specific crime and show how a commercial background check can be seriously flawed. Within the lifestyle, this kind of wrongdoing is something we all need to be hyper-vigilant about and this crime is domestic violence. Since retail background checks are not going to include dropped charges, I want to share a few disturbing facts about domestic violence. First, some studies report that less than one percent of domestic abuse is reported to law enforcement (Sigler, Robert T. (1989) Domestic violence in context: an assessment of community attitudes. Lexington, Massachusetts: Lexington Books). As a quick aside, I hope that as society opens up more about DV, that more people may report it today but the percentage reporting it is still far too low. On top of the incredibly low rate of reporting, many of these cases are drop/dismissed. The number of dropped cases is alarming. For these statistical purposes, I randomly picked New Jersey, and there eight of ten DV cases are either dismissed or dropped according to 2015 New Jersey court data (Lowe, Claire. “Why 80 Percent of New Jersey’s Domestic Violence Cases Are Dismissed” Thepressofatlanticcity.com. The Press of Atlantic City, 11 April 2017). Using the example of domestic violence, highlights the limitations of commercial background checks and many people do not realize that most of the corporations that provide this service (the kind that a prospect would provide you) focus the least on the criminality of a person while hyper-focusing the report on a person’s employment background because this data is easy to verify plus it exposes the companies to the least legal risk.

As you are getting to know someone, it is also important that you trust what you are feeling. Since this is Tumblr, I do not mean how someone makes you feel sexually or if they make you feel happy as you chat but what does your intuition tell you. If in your mind there is a voice that is telling you to be careful, tread lightly or if you are a Lost In Space fan, “DANGER, DANGER”, then heed your head. There is nothing wrong with listening to your instincts, we come with them for good reason, so please do use them. So often we rely on other methods and discount our intuition but if your inner voice is giving you a warning, listen to it and take the appropriate action.

I know this ramble today has been much longer than average, but I wanted to share what was on my mind. Another thing about the extreme length of this may have caused a reader to forget is all of the above is about things to look for as you are getting to know someone in the lifestyle. This has not been about meeting someone in person. The meeting in person chapter I will work on for another day. Please remember to start safe and stay safe when you encounter new people because the only person who can keep you safe is yourself.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2022

[mvalentine]

Uno reverse again 💞.

Which Midnights song(s) do you associate with Lana and Ethan?

(I actually wanted to ask you this since the album came out but it completely slipped my mind).

lizzie <333

thank you for sending me this because as you know i am constantly making spotify playlists & pinterest boards for all my blorbos <3 the brainrot is outrageously strong atm

okay lets see!! :

as you already know, the great war is an ethan x mc song fullstop. i already made an outrageously lengthy post about it so i won't expand here but yeah -- these two are ready to go to war and get at each other's throats way too easily. but then when they're together, they would go to war for one another. all because they survived the great war.

paris!! especially because that was one of the places they visited on their honeymoon <3 also 'romance is not dead if you keep it just yours' its LITERALLY so true & so them. they're both very private people, and to them their relationship is something sacred, something that is just theirs.

labyrinth!! like are you kidding me is miss taylor swift secretly an oph stan or smth?? how are all the songs so spot on?? i think this relationship is the most intense either one of them have been in, and all these feelings- they're absolutely terrifying. also 'never trust it if it rises fast'?? it perfectly summarizes their journey and their whirlwind of a romance -- the high post ch15 to the fall of ethan leaving without a word. i love how it can double as both a heartbreak song for these two but then later becomes a love song. because it all worked out in the end, and the both of them truly would break their back to make the other break a smile <3

also because i'm extra & love to ramble -- maroon is definitely a raleigh x lana (raleigh is the guy lana 'dated' while ethan was in his flop era and she..... kinda broke his heart). the sad thing is that in another life, they would have literally been perfect together and i do have an au where they end up together <3 but yeah the switch from 'i chose you' to 'i lost you' & the line 'sobbing with your head in your hands, aint that the way shit always ends' YIKES this song is so them like the song has a definite feel of an inevitable ultimatum, and ultimately their relationship couldn't survive because she was in love with someone else. in that same vein, midnight rain also works for them she truly was midnight rain while he was sunshine.

also also!! you're on your own kid is SUCH a lana song <333 it really perfectly encapsulates her growth and how she left her home and started a new life all on her own. she's always been on her own, but she's made it (and now she's not so alone anymore). also omfg karma <333 its essentially a massive fuck you to her dad because she's out here living her best life while he'll never be able to because well.... he's the worst. and sometimes the best revenge is simply living your best life. also okay last song before i shut up but omfg would've could've should've. i know that the song is about a toxic predatory relationship, but alot of the lyrics also work for a toxic parent-child dynamic. like 'memories feel like weapons', 'the tomb won't close i fight with you in my sleep, 'if clarity's in death then why won't this die' and of COURSE 'give me back my girlhood it was mine first' AHHH it all screams lana </3 she hasn't spoken to her dad in almost 8 years by the time she starts at edenbrook...... and yet.

#this is so long im so sorry shjssj #im going a little insane im on my third red bull tryna finish this essay also im literally listening to midnights rn while singing with my- #-- broken mic for the aesthetic ofc <33 #anyways ilysm <33 #lizzie 💘 #asks

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

(re: send me a character) peter parker~! your choice if you want mcu, 616, itsv, or all of em ✌️✌️

Hey, thanks for the ask! I’m gonna go with MCU Peter Parker bc that’s the one I’ve got the most opinions on lol

Favourite thing about them:

This guy keeps getting back up!! Doesn’t matter if you drop a building on him, he gets back up. And I get that’s the superhero thing to do, but Peter was only 15 at that point. That’s what makes it so impressive to see.

Least favourite thing about them:

This is kinda unfair since he’s still a teenager, but I wish he’d just stop and think for a second sometimes. He’s good at coming up with plans on the spot, that’s not it, but he’s… kind of naive? Like, how quickly he trusted Beck/Mysterio? Mysterio was a master manipulator, of course, and he was in a vulnerable place. But he does it again in No Way Home and you can argue he does it in Homecoming by going after the arms deal even when Tony told him he had it handled (although that’s partially on Tony for not being clearer about that).

Favourite line:

“I love Led Zeppelin!”

I wanted to go with the “Look, when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you” line but ultimately, when I think of MCU Peter, the Led Zeppelin is the first thing I think of lmao

brOTP:

Him and Ned, obviously

Also him and the other two Spideys in No Way Hole

OTP:

I mean, we only ever really get to see him with MJ, so yeah

nOTP:

Him and Tony. Just. Why?

Random headcanon:

Probably enjoys pineapple on pizza

Unpopular opinion:

I love how they portrayed his relationship with Tony, it was really sweet and I did enjoy it. But it came to a point where Peter didn’t really feel like the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man anymore, you know? He was a part of something much bigger and I get why, but I hope we get to see more of neighborhood hero Spider-Man in any future content.

Song I associated with them:

When I Swing By by Miracle Of Sound. I know its literally from a Spider-Man game but come on

Favourite picture of them:

Not a picture but whatever

Look, I loved this moment so much, it was just the sweetest

Send me a character and I'll answer this for them!

#ask game #character ask game #asks #answered asks #peter parker #mcu peter parker

[blueheartedmayor]

Noah Headcanons

Hey there! Still overwhelmed with the introduction of a new character to the blog and don't know where to start in terms of what he's like as a person? I got you covered! I've found some memes that were dash tag games, and I've compiled a few, along with answering some questions from a prompt meme. Hopefully it'll help as a nice introduction while I work on the starters!

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repost don’t reblog, post what you associate with your muse(s); and then tag others!

(obviously stolen from myself, so feel free to take any of these off me!)

(this is not the icon look I'm planning to use, but they are the only Mark-related ones I made that aren't linked to another character xD)

ASTROLOGY PROFILE

ARIES (April 19)

Symbol:The Ram Element:Fire Quality:Cardinal Ruling Planet:Mars, the planet of war and energy Body Part:Head, face Good Day: Energetic, encouraging, unstoppable, bold, devoted, heroic, caring Bad Day: Proud, self-centered, impulsive, bossy, stubborn, reckless, jealous Favorite Things: Competitive games, new clothes, road trips (in fast red cars), debating, expressing themselves through stunning verbal and physical feats What They Hate: Sharing their toys, being ignored, cramped spaces, losing, the word “no” Secret Wish: To be number one How to Spot Them: High foreheads, focused or manic energy, aggressive stance Keywords: Willpower, Initiative, Determination, Passion, Beginnings, Self-Belief, Innocence

(Note: I picked this date because of the space date, and my first time reading this side of things was when I was looking to copy/paste them in.)

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ANIMAL: Dogs (specifically dogs that are trained for jobs)

COLOR(S): Charcoal Grey, Navy

MONTH: December (even though his birthday is April, he likes the shortest days)

SONG: It might be a cliché answer, but 'Bel.iever' by I.magine D.ragons works to show how no matter how hard he's knocked down, he'll get right back up. He's stubbornness and endurance, and he will fight to the bitter end for what's right.

NUMBER: 3. He's a firm believer in triple checking things.

DAY OR NIGHT: Night.

PLANT: Dandelions

SMELL: The faint smell of singed metal, and acrylic paint.

GEMSTONE: Geodes. Unassuming until you look under the surface.

SEASON: Winter.

PLACE: The roof of the Space Academy in the dead of night, in the area dedicated for flight training. It's one of the highest points in the institute, and the stars spread out endlessly overhead. If you reach up, you feel you can touch the stars, and you know that's where you want to be.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries

ELEMENT(S): Fire

DRINK: Water. He's normally too busy to enjoy other drinks when on duty. There's a running joke to make sure not to burn the Captain's mug of water. Sometimes, he might go wild and add a dash of concentrated fruit juice. (However, he does like both tea and coffee and will have them when off-duty)

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Character Questions (Selected three from a random number generator)

4. Do they have any birthmarks?

As a matter of fact, he does. It's on his right shoulder, and it's a elongated freckle just under an inch long that almost looks like a little stripe.

20. What TV shows do they watch?

He's not one to follow a series. However, he LOVES nature documentaries. He has a whole hard drive dedicated to just that. And B.ob R.oss. If you ever need a chill-out time, find Noah when he's off-duty. Trust me.

11. If we searched their name on Google, what would we find?

Aside from the articles and interviews about his highly successful career? Several social media accounts that he's terrible at updating regularly. However, his main account has turned into a Barnum fan account because he posts more updates about his dog than himself. However, the updates are even more sporadic thanks to being so far in space.

#noahheadcanon #(he's got one whole tag :D ) #(I might add more soon omg!)

[wetbloodworm]

it's fun how little mechanical decisions building a character's sheet can result in like. actual character building stuff. like i had to pick a proficiency for cathan for their background, and originally picked smith's tools with the rationalization that they fix their own armor. but then i decided that was boring and while it COULD contribute something - are they frugal? do they not trust others with their armor? - it wasn't anything i was interested in examining. so i switched it to the dulcimer, and that's much more interesting to me! cathan is so wrapped up in the war, they don't make time for hobbies, but now i know they can play a musical instrument. that's something they DID make time for.

this has evolved into cathan having a soft spot for music, and enjoying playing the dulcimer. they mostly enjoy freestyling or writing their own music vs learning existing songs. they find it relaxing, and it helps keep their mind busy on stuff that isn't stressing about the state of the world. having a creative outlet is an actual healthy coping mechanism for once! i think their parents got them started playing and Strongly Encouraged them. also they've always been a bit Intense and áedán often worried about them, and one way he'd try to get them to just. fucking unwind for half a second lmao would be to get cathan to sit down for jam sessions. i looked up dulcimer duets and found one with a fiddle player so áedán played the fiddle. i'm on the fence whether cathan still plays since the Incident; they didn't ONLY play with their brother but y’know how grief be. they might be avoiding it despite really needing some hobbies because of the association, or they might still play out of a stubborn desire not to lose their music to this. first one feels more IC but we'll see, i'm thinking about it.

#cathan tag #dnd ariknauts

[steeleidolon]

♫ [I feel like we might have not had enough interactions to warrant many tracks, but yolo]

send ♫ for me to list 3 - 5 songs that i associate with our muses — @gcldfanged

granite -- sleep token

i was more than just a body in your passenger seat and you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet i see you go half-blind when you're looking at me but i am between the second-hand smoke and the glass on the street you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave you say you want me but you know i'm not what you need but i am when you sit there acting like you know me acting like you only brought me in to get below me never mind the death threats parting at the door we'd rather be six feet under than be lonely if you had a problem then you should have told me before you started getting all aggressive and controlling you only drink the water when you think it's holy so keep an eye on the road or we will both be here forever

perfect machine -- starset

i should've let you know you should've ran for cover i'm just a parlor trick a two-bit counterfeit lay your heart into my perfect machine i will use it to protect you from me i will never let you see what's beneath so good for you and good for me we told ourselves we're right where we ought to be

isolated system -- muse

in an isolated system, entropy can only increase

i can get it back -- zack hemsey

"time heals wounds" is absurd as a theorem but i can see above the sky's getting clearer and though despair of things before will never leave although our past mistakes can never be retrieved way out in the distance is a vessel on the seas and i'mma set a heading toward the sun, 'cause i believe that i can get it back all that hope and that joy that trust and that care those dreams of a boy, i can get it back

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You're spot on in that it was a little challenging to pull together tracks, but I think this works.

Kunsel encountered Jae during an extremely dark period of his life: he's become everything he was terrified of becoming, and the power at his fingertips would be entirely too easy to abuse. It's tenuous at this point, and if he makes a mistake then it's all for nothing.

Neither of them can continue forward alone. They've both lost important figures in their lives. They've both suffered fucked-up upbringings and felt their support systems collapse around them. The Turks distrust Jae and the animosity seems mutual--and Kunsel has become de facto commander of SOLDIER's new blood, with very few long-term allies (with perhaps the exception of Roche).

It's rocky to start. Clashes. Misunderstandings. Omitted truths, using each other as resources (the over-engineered freak and the tsundere spook) and then seeing each other more as people as they build trust, and maybe figure out a way to crack the foundation of institutional lies and depravity.

Hope is infectious. Kunsel refuses to let hope die. After all, it's more important to try to help people than to know that you did.

#answered prompts #we told ourselves we're right where we ought to be -- gcldfanged

[anzutaro]

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

���️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

📦 PACKAGE - what's some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

[Here too]

👻 - He doesn't believe in them, but doesn't deny their existence either. He welcomes paranormal experiences and hopes to experience something of the sort one day. (Except for Containment verse Miki, that one is used to weird spooks)

🍟 - He's usually broke or very tight on money so he has to cook his own things with the few ingredients he can scrounge up. If he has money, he splurges them on snacks, even though it's a rare occurrence.

💥 - His obliviousness, whether fabricated or not, keeps him from externalizing his negative emotions on the spot, but the more he bottles them up, the more of a toll they end up taking on his psyche in the long run. Although he appears unaffected by being spoken to in condescending ways and being insulted, he actually takes these negative comments to heart and they end up chipping at his self esteem. In that sense, he has trouble addressing his deep seated sadness and would rather cover it up with self deprecating humor.

🙉 - "Sorry, but I don't think I can handle you." / “You’re too much.” / “I only hang out with you because X asked me to.”

🕷️ - He is afraid of breaking his rituals, thinking that something bad will happen if he does, such as the consequences of the bets he makes with himself actually coming true. As for more mundane fears, he is a hypochondriac, suffers from megalophobia (me too fhsh), acrophobia, and eisoptrophobia (like Shiro does).

🎵 - He mostly listens to Jpop and bubbly music, synthwave, electronica, EDM, hip-hop. However, he is always up to listen to his friends’ music recommendations. As for a particular song, maybe this one.

🔫 - At first, he trusts people way too easily and isn’t good at maintaining friendships, because he is often too open and straightforward about his interests and hyperfixations and others can’t handle how smothering he can be. In return, to remedy that aspect of himself, he starts keeping to himself and becomes dissatisfied with the people around him, ultimately removing himself from his entourage. 

Although he is starry eyed and quick to jump to someone’s aid in the face of injustice or unfair treatment, he wouldn’t selflessly sacrifice himself for someone else’s sake because he knows that nobody else would do that for him. He doesn’t have a hero complex and despite acting like an airhead most of the time, he has a realistic mentality. However, he wouldn’t betray someone else to save his own skin, not if he knew what he was signing up for beforehand. As long as he has genuine friends by his side, he would find a way to protect them.

📦 - Most likely to talk his way out of being kidnapped. Most likely to annoy the ghost that’s haunting him into leaving him alone. Most likely to get kicked out of a kitchen or supermarket for rearranging the shelves in a way that’s pleasing to his visual cortex. Most likely to yell the name of an animal and point at it when he sees it on the street and interrupt the person he’s with.

🔥 - He overthinks a lot when he’s on his own and often gets paralyzed by indecision. He is a conscious procrastinator, often lacking the motivation to engage in activities unless he can share in them with another person.

❤️ - Quality time.

💌 - He’s never gotten one so idk. He would probably think they’re cheesy (but cute) and wouldn’t be able to write one back because he’s not all that articulate. If he had a partner, he would speak naturally and casually to them, while also leaving the occasional “good morning/night” and “good luck with” etc. in their inbox. He is attentive to a fault and would probably annoy them with reminders, too.

#answers #about Miki #timelostcarrion #[pretend that it hasn't been almost a year]

[aemoonie]

things i associate with the venus signs ✰ !

⇢ astro mlist

a/n: this is only my opinion/interpretation, may not resonate with everyone! the italics are meant to be lyrics (the songs are listed at the end in order of appearance!! <3). cw: food mention.

☆ aries venus

eyes that say so much more than words could ever, pulled arms, and the feeling of your stomach dropping from excitement. dates with so much laughter, you barely notice the warmth in your chest. watching movies but we ain't seeing a thing tonight. always touching each other in some ways.

☆ taurus venus

cuddling under a thousand blankets. never being afraid the other isn't there for you. quiet reassurance and little touches. sweetly smelling candles and homecooked meals. expensive gifts with a personal touch. stolen glances from across the room and salty looks for people invading your space.

☆ gemini venus

searching for lame excuses to talk to you. talking about nothing in particular as a result. flirty comments and knowing grins. hour-long calls and triple texts. excitedly telling you about this new thing they discovered. asking you random questions just to hear you talk. surprisingly touchy and calling you their best friend (romantic).

☆ cancer venus

sharing sweets and sneaking snacks into the movies. wrapping your scarf around you in winter or getting you vitamins for the winter season. used to think that loving meant a painful chase / but you're right here now and i think you'll stay. stroking hair and talking about a future together. cooking together or sharing your favorite food.

☆ leo venus

flirting non-stop or bothering you just cause. bragging about you to their friends. romanticizing everything in their heads. sweet-talking their way into your heart. already protective before you even date. trying to fluster you on purpose. going above and beyond for you. giving you the cold shoulder when you've hurt them.

☆ virgo venus

doing things for you for no reason. shyly avoiding your eyes but defending you profusely when you're not in the room. being the first to jump in whenever you need help. trying to impress you with their knowledge but also holding their tongue to not come across as a smartass. we're never done killing time / let me kill it with you.

☆ libra venus

compliments and never-ending stories about you to their friends. a soft spot for romance movies and candlelight dinners. can make any conversation feel incredibly nerve-wracking and flirtatious. wanting to be their best version of themselves around you. holding open doors and giving compliments like it's nothing.

☆ scorpio venus

a gaze that always lingers and a hand that never lets go. sharing all your secrets with each other / since you were kids / sleeping soundly with the locket / that she gave you cutched in your fist. the lover that you'll never forget. the lover you never truly lose feelings for. dyed hair with dead ends and chipped nail polish.

☆ sagittarius venus

the whirlwind romance that ends as quickly as it began. inside jokes and smiling fondly when the other isn't looking. being best friends but so much more. 'cause i can't take my feelings and i can't trust my heart / so i never take my chances / 'cause i know i'll break apart. being ready to conquer the world together.

☆ capricorn venus

the most domestic love. finding peace in the smallest things. "let me do this for you". driving home together late at night. holding hands under the dinner table. stolen glances through the room. not needing many words to communicate. small "okays" for big decisions. breakfast in bed and dinner in front of the tv.

☆ aquarius venus

i think i need you with me for all-time / when i need new direction for my mind / you listen to my lectures on the phone / you'll tell me if i'm acting like a fool. the ultimate best friends to lovers arc. no idea is ridiculous with you. loving stares while cracking jokes. nervous laughter and stolen kisses.

☆ pisces venus

feeling like a dream but nothing like the ones you know. every flaw is your most beautiful feature. a playlist full of songs that reminds them of you. little sticky notes with confessions and lyrics in your pockets. a love that is too good to share with the world. feeling like you never end the honeymoon phase.

songs quoted: 34+35 by ariana grande; finally // beautiful stranger by halsey; 400 lux by lorde; apocalypse by cigarettes after sex; don't miss me by claire rosinkranz; compass by the neighbourhood.

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#astrology tag #astrology thoughts #astro observations #astro notes #astro shorts #astrology readings #natal charts #aries venus #taurus venus #gemini venus #cancer venus #leo venus #virgo venus #libra venus #scorpio venus #sagittarius venus #capricorn venus #aquarius venus #pisces venus #venus aspects #venus placements #venus signs #venus in astrology #(⭐️) !

[strangelysamantha]

hi can i request a blurb or a whole imagine where jj rlly likes reader but she’s a kook and his friends don’t like her that much, 💗 thank u

hatred runs out ❀

jj maybank x kook!reader.

warnings: swearing, hateful feelings, that’s all.

words: 2,015.

summary: you are a kook, you were trying to befriend the pogues as they made you happier than you had been in months. the only downside, none of them were quite welcoming, besides jj.

request? yes!

a/n: my ask box is open, send away! i’m working on multiple imagines that should come later! like and comment if you enjoy this. thanks for the request! <3

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“she’s a kook jj, i mean, you aren’t seriously crushing on her? are you?” john b looked up at jj, and frowned when he saw he wasn’t laughing. “john b, i don’t know what it is man, but she’s different. i just know it.” john b cackled, “she’s not different. she’s a kook, i mean come on… she hangs out with topper. that says enough.” jj rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed. “you just don’t like her because she associates with sarah’s ex.” he shakes his head. “no, that’s not the reason jj. your mind is just fogged up, because you clearly aren’t thinking straight.” jjs anger was boiling up, and before he did something he would regret, he decided to just walk off.

jj stormed away. he continued walking despite john bs attempt of calling out to him to stop. he was trying to clear his mind, he genuinely liked you, so much that he felt the need to tell john b. jj wouldn’t usually be this upset, but when john b of all people disapproves because you are a kook, when the girl he is dating is sarah, it angers him. after ten minutes of air, and chilling out, he returns to john bs house.

once inside he sees you and kie. he was completely caught off guard. “oh? you’re here.” jj spoke to you, causing you to look up. “hey jj. yeah, i decided to stop by before my shift. do you want to join us? we’re playing uno.” your smile immediately lifts a smile to jj's face. “sure i’ll play some uno.” he approaches the table, and you deal him seven cards.

kie was the only one who semi liked you. obviously she wasn't ecstatic about you, but she was open to tolerating you. as time went on, she started to enjoy your company, she realized you weren’t that bad, and despite being a kook, the two of you related on many things.

“first card is a yellow two. jj can go first.” you stare at him, waiting patiently for his move. his heart was beating fast, as he tried to pick a card. as he placed a yellow seven, john b walked in. “why is she here?” you didn’t miss the sharp tone that lingered in john bs voice. “oh, i decided to stop by. i’m sorry, i should have asked.” you stand up, reaching for your jacket. “that’s right. you should have asked. you can’t just show up to someone’s house randomly. it’s weird.” you frown, not realizing until now that he didn’t trust you enough to even be considered an acquaintance.

“she’s welcomed here whenever she wants to be, john b.” jj spoke up for you. kie backing him up by softly saying yeah. “no. she’s not. it’s my house jj, and i don’t appreciate you inviting random kook strangers over. she’s not a pogue. she’s not like us. meaning; she’s not welcomed here.” you frown at his words. you quickly feel out of place and you rush to the door, pulling your shoes on. “i’m going to go.” you spoke up, grabbing your purse. “good. see you!” john b exclaimed, watching you walk out the front door and down the steps.

“what the fuck bro?” jj stared at john b waiting for an explanation. “what?” jjs eyes narrowed on his, he couldn’t be serious could he? “why do you always do that shit bro? i mean honestly. what makes her any different from sarah?” john b shakes his head. “don’t even compare them. they aren't similar.”

jj scoffs, “oh they’re not?” jj begins to expose the similarities but john b shuts it down immediately. “jj i’m not going to explain myself to you anymore. i don’t like her, and i don’t want her over here.” jj groans in frustration. “if only you got to know her man, then you’d know how amazing she is. i mean ask kie. kie thought she was annoying at first and now they can be in the same room without being in a yelling match.” kie nodded, listening in but staying mostly silent.

“fine. the only reason i’m agreeing is because you hate kooks too, which means you might be right. about her.” john b sighs, giving up. “thank you. please, even if you decide you still don’t like her, please just consider getting to know her.” he pleads, “i already said i will.” john b rolled his eyes, jj smiles, “okay. we should invite her to hang out with us after pope gets off work.” they all nod in agreement, planning something so they could see if they wanted you to join their party.

the pogues had planned on inviting you to the wreck, and then to a mini trip on the hms pogue, for a boat ride. you were ecstatic, excited that they wanted to actually hang out with you. you think hard, trying to find a perfect outfit. you didn’t want to overdress, or underdress, and you didn’t want to look bad. after deciding on a simple outfit and swimsuit, you head to the wreck.

you see the group in the back corner. when you walk inside, jj is the first to spot you. a smile spreads to his lips, as he waves you over to join them. you sit down by john b, jj sitting on the other side of you. “hey.” you say shyly, not entirely sure if this whole thing was a set up. you were hopeful it wasn’t, but you could never be too sure.

“hey, thanks for coming.” pope said. you smile brightly at him, “thanks for inviting me.” pope nods. your stomach was hurting by how nervous you were. jj made small talk with you, as you guys were waiting for kiara. you weren’t entirely sure what they were planning, you were just glad to be a part of it.

“alright guys. here’s the scraps.” kiara walked to your table, setting down a bowl of fries, and then a plaster of burgers. you smile softly, jj and john b immediately grabbing the food. you wait, not entirely hungry since you ate before you left. jj offered you a bite of his burger, “oh thanks!” you laugh slightly as you bite from where he had bitten, enjoying the taste, “hey you actually have mustard right there.” you smiled as you spread mustard on jj’s face. you couldn’t help the giggles erupting from you, as jj’s mouth opened wide in shock. “oh really? well you seem to have some ketchup-” his finger rubbed ketchup on your cheek. “all over…” he gestured to your face. “hey! give me a napkin.” you ask for a napkin and jj laughs. “no.” you immediately look over to pope, giving him a smile. “may i have a napkin?” you ask. he smiles, “sorry jay.” he hands you a napkin and you wipe the ketchup off your face.

“thank you pope. i like you. unlike some people at this table…” you look at jj and he’s just smiling like a maniac. pope laughs. “glad that you think so highly of me just because i handed you a napkin.” you nod, eating a french fry before glancing at john b. he was awfully quiet. “john b?” you question. he looks up at you. “yes?” annoyance already rolling off his tongue. “are you okay?” he rolled his eyes. “yes. even if i wasn’t, i wouldn’t confide in you about it.” you frown.

you wait a second, trying to think of how to lighten the mood. “you know what we need to do?” you look from pope to jj, to finally john b, poking at his arm. “what?” john b looks up at you. you tap jj’s stomach, indicating to him to stand up. he stands up, making room for you to be able to move out of the booth. you poke john bs side. “we need to dance.” you grab john b's hand, doing anything possible to lighten his mood. his frown was still hung on his lips. he hesitated and followed you to the middle of the restaurant. jj and pope stay back at the booth.

you lean over the counter, asking kie to play a song she knows john b would enjoy. “john b. you just need to calm down, and relax. you just need to dance like nobody's watching.” he stares at you, shocked. “it’s okay. i’ll do it with you.” his favorite song started playing, and you began to awkwardly dance. he laughed at your ridiculous moves. he held back from joining in, he didn’t want you to win. you began to break out dancing, and he can’t help but laugh. you look up as someone enters the restaurant. a smile flies to your face. “sarah!!!” she runs up to you.

“hey!!! i didn’t know you guys would be here.” you smile, still swaying slightly to the music. “sarah i would have definitely invited you if i knew you were free.” she nodded at your words. “all good girly, we still good for monday?” you smile, “of course.” john b stared, confused by this whole interaction. not only did you know sarah, you were actually friends with her. you had plans to hang out with her. maybe he was wrong, maybe jj was the one who was right. maybe, you actually were similar to sarah.

“do you want to join us?” you ask, sarah grabbed your hand spinning you around before breaking out in a fit of laughter. “stay another minute here with you losers… i’ll pass.” you jokingly act offended, “hey!” she shakes her head. “only kidding. i definitely would, but my dad wants me home. he claims he has a fun night planned but it’ll probably just consist of watching a movie and eating from here.” you nod. “well have fun with that.” you spoke, she smiles, “you know i always do.” you roll your eyes at her joke, she walks away grabbing her to go food before she disappears from the restaurant. “hey i’m gonna go take a sip of water.” you move back to the booth, jj refusing to move so you end up sitting on his lap. you sip water as you catch your breath from dancing.

john b heads straight to kiara. “how long have they been friends?” he asked abruptly. “her and sarah?” kie questions, pointing at you. he nods, “yeah.” kiara laughs, “they’ve been buddies for years. they didn’t get super close until a month or two ago.” he nods at her words. he was still shocked. he looked back at the booth, seeing you sat on jjs lap, his hands held firmly around your waist. you were speaking to pope, and he actually looked interested in what you were saying.

john b had just realized that he had the wrong idea of who you were. whether sarah made him realize that or not, he definitely didn’t want to hold a grudge with you, especially if sarah was your friend. john b walked back to the table, his attention on you. kiara had followed swiftly behind him. “let’s raise a toast.” the group was confused but they lifted their cups of water anyway. “to the newest member of our club.” his glass pointed in your way, his cup clashing with yours. you smile. john b was the only one you were worried about, and now he was saying he welcomes you.

the group cheers as you smile brightly. “thank you guys! i’m so excited for our future adventures.” you drink from your glass. the group waited for kiara’s shift to end before taking the hms pogue for a ride. you were sat by jj, pope to your left. kiara and john b talking as they directed the boat.

“well, welcome. you made it.” pope smiles, laughing slightly. “i did, isn’t that crazy. john b hated me like 6 hours ago.” jj laughs, “classic john b for you.” you nod at his words. pope, jj, john b, kiara, and you, talked all night, watching the stars as you guys got closer. it was so much fun, and today’s events allowed you to become a permanent group member.

<3

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[jared-19-cant-reid]

Sunday Kind of Love

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: You need a date to your sister’s wedding, and Spencer begrudgingly agrees to help you out. Your feelings for him become difficult to hide, and Spencer really commits to his role as your “boyfriend”.

Word Count: 5.3K

Content Warnings: Family conflict, minor angst, unprotected sex, Dom!Spencer/Sub!Reader, bondage, daddy kink, spitting, choking, breath play, exhibitionism/public sex, teensy bit of sacrilege

Author’s Note: This fic idea came to me while I was listening to “A Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James, so I’d highly recommend listening to it if you read the fic. Gives you the ~vibe~. Anyway, this is way longer than I expected but Spencer and reader deserved the extra time! I hope u enjoy :)

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“C’mon, just make an appearance with me!” You pleaded. “It’s just one night! How bad can it be?” I didn’t even believe the words as they came out of my mouth.

Morgan snorted at that, shaking his head as he moved to exit the bullpen. “Sorry, kid. I love you, but I am not spending my night off at your bitchy sister’s wedding.” 

You sighed, reluctantly stepping aside to allow him to leave. Beginning to lose hope, you turned to your only remaining coworker. Spencer was still sitting at his desk, busying himself with organizing drawers and repositioning folders to avoid meeting your gaze as you approached his desk.

“Spencer, please come with me tonight. I can’t deal with my sister alone, and I think I might die if I have to explain to her that the guy I told her I was bringing ghosted me last week.” As you spoke, you watched him try to think of a way to protect your feelings without going. In the year you’d worked at the BAU you’d come to see everyone on the team as family, but it was Reid you felt closest to. When he didn’t respond immediately, you put your hand on his shoulder. “Spence, I need you.” You spoke quietly, but he heard you clearly.

He looked up at you at your last words, visibly conflicted. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and he sighed, standing up. Knowing you had won, you threw your arms around his neck in a hug, nearly sending the two of you tumbling over in your enthusiasm. He tentatively wrapped his arms around you, returning the gesture of affection. 

His touch brought with it feelings of peace and happiness that you had come to associate with Spencer. Your smile grew impossibly wider as you thanked him a million and one times, squeezing him tightly as you felt relief spread through your body. Forcing yourself to pull away, you noticed his lips had quirked up into a small smile at your reaction.

“You know, almost twenty percent of weddings are called off. There’s still a chance it won’t even happen.” Spencer mumbled as you walked out together. You weren’t sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself. As you reached the garage, you thanked him again for agreeing to be your date. He just nodded, visibly nervous about the event.

You stopped him before he could start walking to the metro. “Let me drive you home,” you insisted, “it’ll be faster and we can talk over our game plan on the way!”

“Game plan?” He questioned, amused at your choice of words.

“Just pretend we’re going undercover on a case! We’ll get into character and everything. This can be fun if we make it fun.” Spencer seemed unconvinced, but he followed you to your car.

As you drove to his place, Spencer seemed to relax as he started to plan, happy to gain some control over the situation. You knew he hated big events, especially ones with a lot of strangers, but your deep dislike for most of your sister’s invite list meant you’d at least suffer together. Pulling up to the curb, you said a quick goodbye, telling him to be ready in an hour.

When you got home, you jumped through the shower, scrubbing off the stress of the work day to allow family-related stress to take its place. You quickly blew your hair dry, putting more effort into your hair and makeup than you usually did. As you reached your closet, you scanned your dresses for one that would match the maroon tie Spencer planned on wearing. A smile spread across your lips when you spotted it, your fingers toying with the soft fabric as you imagined Spencer’s reaction when he saw it. 

You tried to push the thought away, sighing at your own hopelessness. You’d been trying to bury your feelings for Spencer ever since you joined the BAU, but it was a losing battle. You found it impossible to ignore him, despite your efforts to remain neutral in his presence. Your heart swelled at the excitement shining in his soft hazel eyes, skipped a beat at the sight of his tongue resting between his lips in concentration, and stopped altogether at the way his hands moved and flexed when he spoke. The opportunity to spend this much one-on-one time with Spencer in what you were sure would be an incredibly flattering suit was almost worth the stress of dealing with your family. 

You slipped on the soft satin dress, admiring how it hugged your curves and flowed around your legs. The plunging v-neck was flattering, but tasteful enough to stave off disapproving looks from older guests, leaving you comfortable and confident. You stood in front of the mirror, taking in your appearance as you would a stranger’s. The face that looked back at you was friendly but tense, hands fiddling restlessly with the soft fabric of your dress. It didn’t take a profiler to see you needed to relax.

Taking a deep breath, you cleared your mind, taking a few minutes to give your mind rest and ground yourself. Opening your eyes again, your reflection looked much more peaceful, nodding as you decided you were ready to leave. As you drove to Spencer’s, you felt your heartbeat quickening, this time from excitement instead of stress. 

Knocking softly, you were surprised to hear Spencer’s footsteps already nearing you, as if he had been waiting by the door. As he stepped outside, your breath hitched. You shouldn’t be so affected by the sight of him, it’s not like he’d never worn a suit in front of you before. It was mostly the look on his face that struck you, his lips slightly parted and eyes scanning your body as he took in the sight of you. 

“So what do you think? Good enough to pass for a put-together adult who hasn’t been dreading this day for months?” You asked.

He took a second to respond. “Y-yeah, you… you definitely shouldn’t worry about it. I mean you look great- not that you don’t usually look great it’s just-”

You interrupted him for his own sake, giggling a soft “thank you, Spence. You don’t look half bad yourself.” Understatement of the century.

Soft music played through the speakers in your car, soothing your nerves as you hummed along to “A Sunday Kind of Love” quietly. You almost jumped when you heard Spencer begin to hum with you. 

“You know this song?! I didn’t know you listened to any non-classical music!” You exclaimed, unreasonably excited at your discovery.

“I’ve heard you listening to Etta James on the jet a couple times, so I checked out a couple of her songs,” Spencer said simply. You tried to pretend your heart hadn’t just exploded at the implications behind his words. You couldn’t trust your voice to mask your overflowing adoration for the man beside you, so you just smiled and began to sing along quietly.

Oh I'm hoping to discover

A certain kind of lover

Who will show me the way

Lost in the music, you were surprised for the second time that car ride by Spencer’s voice joining yours to sing the chorus. Your eyes shot to his face, but he kept his eyes forward, a small smile the only sign he’d seen your reaction. You couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your face as you sang with him, his attempts at melody bringing a smile to your face. The words seemed to gain meaning as your voices joined together, both looking forward but focused fully on each other.

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

Before you knew it, you had arrived. It was as if the bubble that had protected you from the reality of the situation had popped, leaving you exposed to the harsh world that lay waiting for you. Spencer reached out and squeezed your hand, silently reassuring you of his presence, his support, unwavering as you faced the night together.

Nodding slightly, you let go of his hand and stepped out of the car. Spencer walked beside you to the entrance of the church, close enough that you could feel his body heat. As you got closer, you groaned internally at the sight of your mother. 

A fake smile stretched across her lips, nodding at a woman whose outfit was so brightly colored you nearly had to look away from the glare. Her smile dropped for a split second when she saw you, but quickly returned with twice the artificial sweetness as before. She called out your name, voice straining with the effort it took to sound happy to see you. 

“This can’t be the boy you’ve been seeing! Much more handsome than I expected, how much did he cost you? Just kidding, of course.” Her laugh was somehow faker than her smile. You saw Spencer tense up beside you, and opened your mouth to correct her. She wouldn’t openly admit it, but you were sure your mother would be smug about the fact you and Spencer were just friends.

Before you could say anything, Spencer’s next words sent you reeling.

“Actually, I’m her boyfriend. Glad to finally meet you.” He said as politely as he could, though you could tell he disliked her already. Spencer had never had much patience for people who made jokes at others’ expense. 

You were still processing what he’d just said when his arm wrapped around you, gripping your waist. The feeling of his hands on your body was almost too much for you, and you struggled to pay attention as your mother smiled and made smalltalk with Spencer that walked the line between passive aggressiveness and outright hostility.

You finally registered what was happening when your mother made some excuse to leave, off to emotionally torture a new victim. Your head whipped to face Spencer, your mouth hanging open, confusion written on your face. 

“Why did you-” you began, interrupted by Spencer’s panicked words laced with regret.

“I’m so sorry, I know we didn’t plan on pretending to be a couple tonight, but she just seemed so smug about it and I wasn’t thinking clearly and I just-” he rushed out. Now it was your turn to cut him off.

“Spencer, thank you. I’m not mad, I promise.” You leaned into his chest, the arm still wrapped around you tightening. “I guess we’ll just have to pretend we’re dating for the rest of tonight, though.”

The two of you slowly made your way into the church, stopping a few times to chat with relatives who called out to you. Everyone was charmed by Spencer, who played the part of your boyfriend remarkably well. You found seats on the right, farthest from the aisle in an attempt to limit your interaction with other guests. Sitting down, you remembered how uncomfortable church pews were, the hours you’d spent in mass with your family all coming back to you now. 

Looking around, however, you were reminded of what had gotten you through it. The stained glass windows that surrounded you created a kaleidoscope in your field of vision, capturing your attention for long enough to forget why you had been uncomfortable in the first place. You looked back at Spencer to find him already looking at you, sending a small blush to your cheeks. 

“Did you know that stained glass was originally used in Catholic churches to tell stories from the Bible visually for the benefit of illiterate churchgoers? During the English Reformation, many stained glass windows were smashed and destroyed as part of the 1547 Injunctions against images. In fact, all images in churches were ordered to be removed. If it weren’t for that period in history, more stained glass would likely have- sorry, I’m doing it again.” Spencer’s eyes were cast down at the floor, only to shoot back up to your face when he felt your hand on his.

“I like listening to you. Why did they want to destroy all the images in churches?” You asked, leaving Spencer speechless for a second, seemingly unable to process your request for him to continue his rambling. With a small smile, he continued to explain the importance of the English Reformation to religious art as you watched him adoringly.

The ceremony started all too soon, pulling your attention to the front of the church. As you and Spencer listened to the seemingly endless stream of anecdotes about love and life that the pastor had clearly spent years reciting, your eyes started to glaze over. You pushed thoughts about marriage and family and religion out of your mind, preferring emptiness. Your mind didn’t stay blank for long, though.

Apparently Spencer had noticed your change in mood, because he brought his hand to rest on your thigh in a comforting gesture of solidarity. Unfortunately, you were unable to respond in any way, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hand flattened against the satin fabric of your dress.  His thumb beginning to rub small circles into your skin, you felt your heart rate quicken. The warmth he brought to your thigh began to spread through your body, suddenly finding the church unbearably hot. 

Spencer seemed unaffected by the room’s sudden warming, keeping his gaze locked on the happy couple. You took a shaky breath and tried to calm yourself down, reminding yourself that you were overreacting to what was likely a completely platonic display of affection. The ceremony seemed to drag on for hours, but that might have had something to do with the constant effort it took to mask the desire and panic that Spencer’s touch had ignited in you. 

You were broken from your trance of concentration by the feeling of his hand inching higher on your leg. Whipping your head around to face him, his gaze remained fixed on the pastor, pressing his lips together to hide a smirk. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt Spencer’s hand slowly make its way up your thigh, paralyzed by shock and desperation. His grip tightened as he glanced at your face, reading your reaction to his touch. Before you had a chance to respond, it was withdrawn, the world around you coming back into focus as everyone began to clap. The ceremony was over. 

When you went to stand up after the recessional, you nearly stumbled on your weak legs. Spencer stabilized you, guiding you through the pews and through the hallways with his hand on your lower back. As you followed the crowd to the banquet hall, the gears in your mind were turning slower than usual, as if they had rusted in the time you hadn’t allowed them to work through the idea of Spencer returning your feelings. Finding your seats, you and Spencer were faced with one of the greatest challenges of your night: extended conversation with your family and their similarly judgemental friends.

The overlapping chatter of so many people at once was clearly bothering Spencer, but he stuck it out for your sake. You felt a tug in your chest at the thought of the effort it must be taking for him to stay in such an uncomfortable situation. He played his part beautifully, though, responding to the borderline offensive questions directed at you politely but firmly, protecting you from their attacks. Your sister would usually have led the onslaught, but thankfully she was preoccupied yelling at the photographer for some suggestion she’d taken as a personal slight. 

When Spencer struggled to answer questions about your “relationship”, you took over. He had never been a good liar, and while you loved that about him, you knew it could blow your cover if you allowed him to continue.

In your story, the two of you still worked at the BAU, having started dating a few months after you joined. You threw in small details from your countless daydreams, centering them around real events so that the tale was completely believable. Maybe too believable, you worried, feeling Spencer’s eyes on you as you talked. Under the protection of a lie, you had finally been free to speak the truth, pouring a year’s worth of pining and affection into your words as you concocted a love story you wished was real. 

You heard a band start to play, a bluesy vocalist at the center of the ensemble. The music filled the hall as the newlyweds rose for their first dance. A small crowd gathered around the pair as they moved in synchrony, every step practiced and planned. A few songs later, many couples were swaying together, tonight’s celebration of love bringing out the romantic in most. 

You turned to Spencer, nodding your head at the band. “We should probably dance for a song or two, just for appearance’s sake.” Spencer looked uncomfortable, but nodded and followed you closer to the source of the music.

Raising your hand to his shoulder while his landed on your hip, you felt a warmth spread through you as you joined hands. Fingers intertwining, you began to move along with the slow song that had been playing, stumbling at first but moving more smoothly as time went on. You had no idea how many songs passed while the two of you swayed, apprehension and desire swirling in the air between you. It took a second for you to notice it, but as soon as you did, Spencer’s small smile told you he had as well. 

The smooth vocals of the singer sounded even more lovely on Etta James’s familiar melody, filling you with an intense emotion you couldn’t put words to.

I want a Sunday kind of love

A love to last past Saturday night

And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight

And I want a Sunday kind of love

The feeling in your chest grew as you looked into Spencer’s eyes as the song continued, your chest threatening to burst with whatever magical dust you’d inhaled from the shared breath between your faces. Wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder, you were overcome with a feeling of safety and contentment as he returned your embrace. You swayed together as you began to ponder the cliches you’d always despised, begrudgingly admitting that you now understood the sentiment that nothing in the world mattered but the two of you.

As the song ended, you gathered up all the courage you had, and spoke before your mind could think through the possible negative outcomes of what you were suggesting.

“I need to tell you something,” you started. You felt his grip on you tighten, as if afraid what you would say next would take him from you, but he let you continue. “I think I love you, Spencer.”

He didn’t respond, but you felt him pull away from you. You felt cold without the contact, but it was nothing compared to the loss you felt in your chest as you realized what you’d done. He didn’t feel the same way.

You opened your mouth to apologize, to try to undo the damage you’d done, but before you could say anything he was dragging you toward a hallway. Overcome with confusion and fear of losing him, you didn’t realize where you were going until Spencer opened the door to the single-use bathroom and pulled you inside.

“Spence-” you began, the rest of whatever you had been about to say swallowed by Spencer’s lips as they moved against yours with urgency, his hands coming to cup your face gently. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, the coldness you’d felt replaced by the warmest light filling your chest.

Your hands found his hair, pulling him closer to you as you tried to eliminate any space left between your bodies. A frantic mess of hands and lips exploring any exposed skin, you stumbled backwards with the force of Spencer’s kiss, hearing the door lock as your back hit the cold wood. Your hands slipped under his suit jacket, moaning at the feeling of his firm body under your hands. He shrugged it off completely, allowing the jacket to fall on the floor, his germophobia trumped by his need to feel your warmth. 

You moaned into his mouth as his hands wandered your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. As the kiss became more heated, you noticed that he seemed to withdraw whenever he noticed his touch had gotten rougher, clearly holding back so he wouldn’t hurt you. You smiled into the kiss at the care he showed for you, but your desire to see him fully let go was too strong to allow it to continue. You weren’t sure exactly what he was willing to do, but you took your second biggest risk of the night, showing him what you wanted.

Finding his hand on your body, you laced your fingers between his, kissing him sweetly before pulling away with an innocent look on your face. Spencer stared down at you, confusion clear on his face. You brought his hand up to your mouth, kissing the back of it before moving your hand to his wrist. He watched you intently, unsure what you were doing. Staring up at him with an angelic smile, you brought his hand to your neck, his fingers curling around it instinctively.

 As he realized what you were asking of him, his eyes darkened and his grip around your neck tightened. “This is what you wanted, huh?” He spoke lowly, a small smirk forming on his lips. “So needy for me. Would’ve let me fuck you in front of all those people back there, practically shaking just from my hand on your thigh.”

You whimpered, turned on beyond belief by this new side of Spencer. His smirk widened at your reaction to his words, pressing his body against yours, his hardness pressing into you. 

“Feel that? Feel what you do to me?” He growled. “Let me show you how I deal with pretty little whores like you.” He stepped away from you, eyes hungrily raking over your body as he began to unbuckle his belt. You just stood there, watching his hands as your mind flashed back to all the times you’d imagined this happening. Somehow this was even better than your wildest imagination had been able to conjure.

“What are you waiting for? Get on your knees” He spat out. The words shot straight to your core, and without hesitation you dropped to your knees in front of him. You watched as he pulled the belt from its loops, but frowned in confusion when he didn’t discard it. He walked around behind you, grabbing each of your wrists and pulling them together. Oh. When he was sure the belt wasn’t too tight, he whispered in your ear how pretty you looked tied up for him, your whimper at the words causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

He returned to the front of you, leaning down to toy with your bottom lip. “Show me you deserve to suck my cock, princess.” He instructed, slipping his thumb into your mouth. You moaned around his finger at that, and instinctively began sucking on the digit. You hollowed your cheeks around it, running your tongue along the length of his thumb before pulling back to swirl your tongue around the tip. He must have approved of your demonstration, because he removed his thumb, pulling down the clothing restricting him in one motion. 

Your eyes widened at his size, his smirk growing when you leaned forward instinctively to take him into your mouth. When he grabbed your hair to stop you, you looked up at him in confusion. 

“Good girls ask for permission.” Your eyes fluttered shut at that, wanting nothing more than to be good for him. 

“Please, let me suck you off, I want you in my mouth,” you begged. He seemed pleased, his hand still in your hair pulling you forward. When your lips wrapped around his cock the hand on your head pushed you down roughly, making you take all of him into your mouth, the tip pressing hard against the back of your throat. You moaned through the gag, your panties likely soaked by now from your arousal at his dominance. 

As he began to fuck your throat, you wrapped your lips around him tightly, timing your breaths so you wouldn’t have to stop for air. Words of praise mixed with degradation fell from his lips as he worked your mouth on him. Tears pricked at your eyes at the feeling of him against your throat, spilling over as he continued his ruthless pace. 

When he pulled you off of him, a dark smile appeared on Spencer’s face at your disheveled state. He pulled you up so you were standing before him, hands still bound behind your back. He stepped back to admire you.

“Look at you, such a mess for me. What do you want, pretty girl?” He asked, voice still commanding but much softer now, genuinely checking in with you.

“I want you, please, need it so bad,” you practically moaned. He moved forward to meet your mouth with his, one hand coming to rest around your throat while the other gripped your hair, fully in control of your movements. He pulled your hair back, breaking the kiss as he tilted your head up to look him in the eyes. 

“Jump.” He commanded. You didn’t hesitate, wrapping your legs around him as he walked you over to the sink, setting you down on the cold porcelain. His mouth rejoined with yours the second you felt the bowl of the sink digging into you. As Spencer’s hands roamed your body, he lost patience with your dress, pulling it down so your tits spilled out of the top. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth, a skilled hand toying with the other. His other hand lowered to the hem of your dress, pushing it up to gain full access to you.

Spencer moaned against your chest as he felt the dampness of your panties, soaked all the way through before he had even started to pleasure you. His fingers ran up and down over the wet fabric, applying pressure over your clit that sent your eyes rolling back. You made a noise of complaint at the loss of contact when he withdrew his hand, but were quickly silenced by a hand over your mouth.

“You’ll take what I give you, slut.” Spencer gritted out, tearing your panties off with the last word. His hand came up to your entrance, teasing you as his fingers ran up and down your slit. Gathering your wetness, he moved up to your clit, rubbing circles that left you moaning uncontrollably into his hand. “Can you snap for me, baby?” He asked. You were confused, but you did anyway. “Good girl. That’s your safeword for when you can’t talk.”

Before you could read too much into the statement, he plunged a finger deep into you, causing you to arch your back into him. Your moans still muffled by his hand, he set a brutal pace, adding another finger when he felt you start to clench around him. Tightening his hand over your mouth and nose, he cut off your breath as you approached your peak, your eyes glazing over with pleasure. The high of the lack of oxygen along with the haze that came with this level of submission left you fully pliant, his to play with how he wanted.

Right as your lungs began to burn, your orgasm shook your body, and Spencer let go at that exact moment. The relief of oxygen once again flooding your lungs added on to the euphoria that overtook you, your body shaking as you came down from your high. 

You didn’t have much time to recover, as you were brought back to reality with the sensation of the tip of Spencer’s cock teasing your slit. The overstimulation shook you, but with every second your need to feel him inside of you grew stronger. Your whimpers turned into pleas, and in your desperate state you didn’t realize what you were saying until it was too late.

“What was that?” Spencer asked, withdrawing completely.

“I-I’m sorry, it was an accident, I didn’t mean to, I’ll never-” you were interrupted by an unexpected demand.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say. It. Again.” Spencer gritted out, his eyes darkening with each word.

“Please fuck me, daddy.” You said shakily.

A look of satisfaction came over Spencer’s face as he slammed into you without warning, setting a rough pace. You began to chant his new title, and his hand came up to choke you, fingers pressing into your carotid arteries just beneath your jaw. He wasn’t putting any pressure on your windpipe, but your lightheadedness from the reduced blood flow made it feel harder to breathe, the feeling of being owned by the man you loved only intensifying your pleasure. 

Spencer towered over you as he continued his assault, his other hand coming up to muffle your moans by allowing you to suck on his fingers. When he withdrew them to pay attention to your body elsewhere, he was confused to see you stick out your tongue. When the wave of understanding washed over him, he couldn’t hold back his smile. Bringing his hand up to trace your cheek, he looked at you lovingly before spitting in your mouth, watching in awe as you eagerly swallowed and met him with an innocent smile that contrasted beautifully with your actions. 

As you began to feel the knot in your stomach building again, Spencer increased his pace. Bringing one of his fingers to your clit, Spencer knew you were nearing the edge, and fast. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He ordered.

You obliged, Spencer’s kiss swallowing the moans spilling from your mouth. He followed soon after, sent into ecstasy by the image and sensation of you coming apart under him. As he filled you up, you felt a bliss that you’d never experienced before, using your lips to show him how he’d affected you as he fucked you through both of your orgasms. When you eventually parted, it was quiet for a moment. 

As Spencer helped you off the sink and removed the belt from your wrists, massaging the tender skin, you began to laugh. It started out as a small giggle, but it soon turned into a full belly laugh, bringing tears to your eyes. Spencer was taken aback at first, but son couldn’t help but join you. You both laughed until your stomachs hurt, and when you could finally speak again your first words were “we just had sex in a church bathroom.” 

Holding back another bout of laughter, Spencer responded, “I have to say, this wasn’t how I imagined tonight going.” He took a step towards you, arms lacing around your waist. “I’m not complaining, though.”

You pulled him down to meet him in a kiss, your teeth clacking as neither of you could hold back your smiles. When you broke apart, Spencer’s forehead stayed pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said quietly, “I have for a long time now. I just never thought you would feel the same way.”

You couldn’t hold back the happy tears that formed in the corners of your eyes.  Wordlessly, you pulled him into a hug, your bodies coming together like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally been connected. You stayed there for a while, just feeling each other breathe. 

In a few minutes, you’d sneak out the back door of the church. In a few minutes, you’d leave the room with no need for lies to excuse your shared affection. In a few minutes, you’d have to deal with the paperwork that Hotch would inevitably require. But for these last few minutes, all you had to do was hold each other. For now, you were just two people in love, and that was enough.

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[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: wanting to impress the cute zookeeper feeding the monkeys, you lie about your field of studies. once the truth is revealed, it is too late to take it back. but even when you’re being honest, your boyfriend doesn’t seem to believe you. little did you know you should have listened to that story about the boy who cried wolf...

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: ANGST, smut, a hint of fluff

warnings: lying (in case it wasn’t obvious from the title), punishment, spanking (with a belt), bondage (with a necktie), bruises, crying, aftercare, a lot of trust issues, yelling, jealousy, biting, mentions of blood, marking, hickeys, possessiveness, blowjob, slapping, hair-pulling, sexist assumptions, implied angry sex, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of cheating, unfair accusations, breaking up, trust issues resolved, making up, ambiguous ending

author’s note: happy jimin day, everyone! ❤️ here’s a little something to celebrate it. just a disclaimer, i don’t condone lying and toxic relationships and i in no way associate my writings with the actual jimin. i just used the song lyrics for inspiration. without further ado, hope yall enjoy this story ❤️

word count: 5.3k

The lie that’s gotten too big Is trying to swallow me up Caught in a lie Find the me that was innocent

You were having fun on your annual visit to the zoo with your best friend Tessa (it was tradition between you two) when you spotted a really attractive guy feeding the monkeys. He seemed so sweet and attentive towards the adorable animals that you couldn’t help but feel an immediate attraction towards him.

“Oh my gosh, this zookeeper is sooo cute,” you whispered in your bestie’s ear.

“I mean, sure, but he’s not really my type,” Tessa responded, remaining forever loyal to her boyfriend. “Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“What am I even going to say?” you sighed. “We don’t have much in common.”

“You can’t know for sure unless you give it a try,” she encouraged you.

You shrugged, finding her suggestion sensible enough, and approached the handsome zookeeper.

“Hello there,” you greeted him cheerfully. “That sign over there says don’t feed the monkeys,” you joked.

“Well, it obviously doesn’t apply to me, since I work here,” the guy chuckled lightly.

“Um, yeah,” you replied. “Sorry, that was silly of me. Actually, I’m studying biology and I’m on a field trip to learn more about monkeys. And what they like eating.”

You didn’t know what came over you to utter such a blatant lie. You were actually studying acting. So, it was extremely easy for you to fool the attractive stranger. But you just wanted to impress him or find something to talk about. And the lie left your lips before you could think twice about it.

“Oh, really? Well, monkeys are omnivores, so they pretty much eat anything,” the zookeeper explained. “Many people think they just eat bananas but that’s far from the truth. They also enjoy fruits, seeds, small insects and lizards.”

“Wow, that’s really helpful, thank you so much,” you responded in amazement.

“Do you...maybe...want to feed them some strawberries?” he offered generously.

“Isn’t that...against the rules?” you mumbled nervously.

“Technically, it is, but since I just explained what they eat, I’m sure I can turn a blind eye to this tiny transgression,” he teased.

“Ah, that’d be amazing, it’s really sweet of you to offer,” you said, taking the plate of strawberries the zookeeper gave you and giving the red fruits to the monkeys. After they were done feeding, you asked boldly: “How can I repay you for your kindness?”

“By letting me feed you instead?”

“Huh?”

“Dinner,” he elaborated. “Let me take you out for dinner.”

You grinned excitedly, immediately accepting his suggestion.

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” he introduced himself.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, shaking his hand. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

“How are we going to arrange the time and place for our dinner date?” Jimin inquired. “Are you on social media?”

“Um, no,” you lied, only getting deeper into this mess. If you told him your social media accounts, he would immediately know you were, in fact, not studying biology, but acting. “You can have my number, though.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Jimin smiled sweetly. Exchanging numbers, you parted ways.

Going back to your best friend Tessa, who was a couple of metres away, you saw her giving you a thumbs up. Obviously, she hadn’t heard your conversation, but judging from the smile on your face, it went well. Soon enough, however, you cracked.

“I think I made a terrible mistake,” you confessed. “I lied to him that I’m studying biology and that I don’t have social media accounts.”

“What did you do that for?” Tessa seemed confused by your life choices. “I mean...why?”

“I don’t know, I panicked we wouldn’t have anything to talk about,” you shook your head.

“And if things get serious, how are you going to explain that?” Tessa argued.

“No idea. I guess I’ll figure something out.”

“My advice is you tell him on your first date.”

“There wouldn’t be a second date if I do,” you pointed out.

“You can’t know that,” Tessa continued trying to convince you to do the right thing.

“I’ll be fine,” you tried to reassure yourself more than her.

Once the time for dinner with Jimin arrived, you had come up with hundreds of questions for him so that you wouldn’t have to talk about yourself. Luckily, Jimin was great at holding a conversation and sharing funny stories about the animals he was attending to. However, at one point, he switched the focus on you. Being a gentleman, Jimin insisted that it was impolite of him to do all the talking. And of course, he had to bring up your lie.

“Tell me more about your major.”

Despite knowing it was wrong, you’d come prepared, having done some research in biology. So, you only continued to lie harder through your teeth in your misplaced attempts to impress him. After the first one, it became progressively easier to keep lying and build a whole fake persona for yourself. By the end of the night, it was obvious Jimin was having a lovely time. And even though you were enjoying yourself, as well, the guilt was threatening to consume you. Just as you were trying to find a way to come clean, he offered going out again two days from now, so you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth...

One month later

Things were going quite smoothly for you and Jimin. You two would talk about all sorts of things such as music, books and films, so it was almost easy to forget your lies. Until one night. You two were watching a movie at his place when you had to go to the bathroom. And made one fatal mistake. Leaving your phone on the table. Who would have thought a notification from Facebook group chat Acting Class (exposing your two major lies about studying biology and not having social media at once) just as Jimin was reaching across the table to grab a snack? Who would have thought it’d grab his attention, make him question everything he knew, or thought he knew about you? 

When you returned from the bathroom, you could immediately tell he was angry by the look on his face.

“Why did you lie to me?” Jimin confronted you. “You said you were studying biology and that you’re not on social media. Well, your Facebook account seems to disagree with both these statements.”

“I’m really sorry,” you replied dumbly. “I just wanted to impress you.”

“I get why you lied at the zoo,” he shook his head in disappointment. “But why didn’t you tell me at our first date? We’ve been going out for a whole month, Y/N, and you continued to lie to me.”

“Because I was dreading the conversation we’re currently having,” you admitted. “I like you too much and didn’t want to let you down.”

“Well, congratulations, you played yourself,” Jimin replied coldly.

“What will it take for you to give me a second chance?” you whined.

“Take off your clothes,” he orderded.

“W-what?” you whispered in shock. You were pretty sure the situation was anything but sexual.

“Did I stutter?” Jimin hissed.

Gone was the bubbly sweetheart you had fallen for. His demeanour did a 180 degree turn and you figured the wisest thing would be to do as he said. Removing your clothes while standing, Jimin was comfortably seated on the couch, shooting daggers at you. You felt uncharacteristically vulnerable. The reason why you liked acting so much was that it was easy to put on a mask and be someone else for a change. While with relationships, you had to be open - open to share and open to get hurt. And it was your mistake that you had incorporated the element of acting into your relationship. 

“Lie on your stomach,” he commanded you, getting up from the couch and then, added a joke. “Pun-intended.”

Even though it was objectively quite funny, you were certainly not in the mood to laugh. Doing as he wished, you saw with your peripheral vision that Jimin was removing his necktie. Soon enough, he used it to bind your wrists tightly. And before you could register what was happening, he took off his belt. Hearing the sound of metal and leather in the air, you shuddered, already anticipating what was to come. Proving your suspicions to be correct, Jimin landed the first blow on your bare ass. You flinched a bit when the leather part of his belt made contact with your skin. He used one hand to hold your legs down so that you wouldn’t move too much. You’d never felt so humiliated in your entire life but you imagined that must have been how he felt when he discovered you’d been lying to him. Jimin kept spanking you with the help of the belt until your butt was painted red and you whimpered in pain. You had started counting in your head but after the thirtieth hit you’d lost count. Eventually, he noticed your tear-streaked face and messed up mascara, choosing to stop. Untying your hands, Jimin traced a finger down your wet cheeks.

“Am I forgiven yet?” you asked in a small voice, blinking at him innocently.

“Oh dear, oh dear, my angel,” his angry self immediately vanished and Jimin was back to being the softest boyfriend. Hugging you sweetly, he wrapped a giant blanket around you, caressing your hair. “Of course you’re forgiven. Just don’t lie to me ever again. Be my good girl and you’ll have no reason to worry.”

“What if it’s a white lie?” you pouted. “For example, let’s say you’re wearing a dreadful shirt and you ask me what I think. If I say it looks great, ‘cause I don’t want to hurt your feelings, does that count?”

“Darling, you would never catch me wearing a dreadful shirt,” Jimin smirked, confident in his sense of fashion. “And yes, it counts. I want you to tell me the truth about anything or next time you won’t get away with such a light punishment. Am I making myself clear?”

If the belt thing was considered light punishment, you feared to see how much worse it could get. So, you agreed with his demands immediately.

“I won’t ever lie to you, Jimin, I promise,” you vowed sincerely, burying your head into his chest. “I really want to be your good girl and make you proud.”

“I’m counting on it, angel,” he kissed your forehead softly.

Three months later

Things were going great. After the incident when you’d gotten caught in a lie about your actual studies and having social media accounts, you and Jimin were more than happy together. He was the sweetest, most accepting boyfriend and you were the epitome of honesty and truthfulness. It was almost picture-perfect.

But all that changed one night. You were chilling at a bar with your bestie when Jimin suddenly texted you, asking if you were free to hang out.

You: Sorry, I can’t right now. I’m out with my bestie, celebrating the end of the semester 🤪🎉🍷

Jimin: Oh, alright. Have fun, then! ❤️

You: Tomorrow I’m all yours, though 💋

Jimin: Can’t wait, babe 😏

You forgot all about your exact phrasing until the following day came and you met up with Jimin at his place. Excited about spending more time with him, you couldn’t help but grin in anticipation. However, the second you noticed his grim expression, the smile disappeared from your face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked cautiously, wrapping your hands around his neck. To your utter dismay, he pushed you away, a little more harshly than you deserved.

“What’s this?” Jimin wanted to know, showing you a couple of pictures of you and your best friend Damian he must have posted last night. Most of them were of the fancy drinks you two were sharing, as well as the cool setting at the bar. But in one of them, Damian was kissing your cheek.

“Um, photos, duh,” you chuckled, thinking the answer to your boyfriend’s question was ridiculously obvious.

“I can see that,” he replied angrily. “I thought you were out with Tessa. Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie,” you explained, already growing exasperated.

“Tessa is your best friend,” Jimin pointed out. “Who is this Damian guy?”

“Yes, Tessa is my best friend. But so is Damian. You can’t expect me to pit one amazing friend against another. Damian is my bestie just as much as Tessa is.”

“Yeah, well, why the fuck was he kissing you, then?” Jimin spat out and you immediately guessed what this was all about. It wasn’t about you “lying” as he’d assumed. He was jealous. 

You couldn’t help but giggle, finding the very idea of you and Damian extremely amusing.

“Is this funny to you? I’m dead serious, answer me,” Jimin insisted, visibly upset.

“Yes, it is funny to me,” you rolled your eyes. “First of all, not that it’s any of your business, but Damian plays for the other team, so you don’t need to feel threatened.”

“I don’t feel threatened,” he replied, still sounding pissed.

“Second of all,” you continued. “It’s completely natural to kiss your friends on the cheeks.”

“I don’t kiss my friends on the cheeks,” Jimin grunted.

“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” you teased.

“How would you feel? If you saw a picture of me kissing another girl’s cheek?”

You shrugged. You were definitely not the type to get jealous easily.

“I wouldn’t even bring it up,” you responded honestly. “Because I trust you. And you obviously don’t.”

Jimin shook his head, suddenly feeling like he was the one being attacked.

“I do trust you, it’s just that I was surprised and I jumped to conclusions...”

“I’m all yours, you know that, right?” you ran a hand through his hair, attempting to reassure him.

“God, you’re so frustrating,” he hissed under his breath and kissed you hungrily, biting your lower lip until it drew blood, as if to claim you. 

You quickly gave in, allowing him to mark your mouth and your neck as he pleased, knowing that it would make him feel good about himself. Biting really hard into your skin until you were certain you’d have hickeys, Jimin took the “I’m all yours” part of your sentence a bit too literally. 

“You’re mine. No one else’s,” he whispered with determination. And you simply nodded, agreeing with his words. “On your knees, darling.”

You hurried to follow his order, because you knew that if you acted like a brat, it would only get worse for you.

“Open your pretty little mouth for me,” Jimin commanded and you did as he asked obediently, taking his cock into your mouth. After a while, you realized this wasn’t you giving him a blowjob, this was pretty much him fucking your face at an unrelenting pace. Occasionally slapping you lightly and pulling your hair firmly. He came into your mouth about three times. Eventually, he stopped. But only when he noticed your eyes were red from all the crying and your lips were trembling with the effort of keeping your mouth open. After he was done humiliating you, Jimin’s gentle side seemed to return.

Pulling you up on your feet and cuddling you on his bed and kissing your slightly bruised skin, your mind was dizzy with contradictory thoughts. You knew that objectively you hadn’t done anything that bad. And yet, the way Jimin was treating you proved that you had, in fact, fucked up. Despite that, something just didn’t sit right with you. Even though a part of you enjoyed being treated like his slut, you couldn’t understand why he was punishing you despite you being nothing but truthful towards him ever since the biology incident. But you couldn’t put it into words. Until it was too late...

One year later

You had landed your first acting job. Even though you’d be just an extra in this movie one of your former professors had been working on, you were super excited about it. And any normal boyfriend would have been happy for you. But unfortunately, one tiny mistake in your past continued to haunt you in your present.

“Hii, babe, I have great news! I got my first acting job,” you told him as soon as you found out, expecting him to at least smile or give you a pat on the head. No such thing happened.

“How did you get a job so quickly after graduating?” Jimin asked you in suspicion instead of congratulating you.

“I mean, one of my former professors is the director of the movie and he wanted to support the beginning of his students’ careers. It’s really sweet of him, don’t you think?”

“Did you like...blow him or something?” he scoffed.

“Jimin, how could you say that? First of all, I would never do something like that. Second of all, is this how little you think of me? You think I’m not perfectly capable of landing a job?” you snapped at him, feeling quite dejected by his words.

“I was just kidding,” he rolled his eyes. “No need to get so butt-hurt about it.”

“Butt-hurt? I just don’t get why you don’t trust me, we’ve been together for more than a year. If this is about the biology thing, I apologized hundreds of times. You seriously need to let it go.”

“Well, I can’t. If you’re so successful at lying to me once, what’s to stop you from doing it again?”

What Jimin said really hurt you. So much that you couldn’t stand the thought of being in the same room as him, let alone share the same bed (since you’d moved in with him two months ago).

“I need some time to think about us. Just...I’m gonna clear my head.”

He simply nodded and didn’t try to stop you. When you got outside and were left alone with your thoughts, you kept remembering similar situations where Jimin would attack you for the littlest things. And even though you had not lied to him since the biology incident, he still seemed incapable of trusting you. And it was honestly so frustrating. You couldn’t understand why he was still with you if he didn’t believe a word you said. It made you feel terrible about yourself and about your relationship as a whole. Just when you were starting to think about whether or not  breaking up would be the healthiest decision for both of you, your phone buzzed with message notifications.

Jimin: I’m really sorry, angel

Jimin: I know I overreacted earlier

Jimin: I trust you, I really do. And I’m not just saying it ‘cause you left

Jimin: I will try to do better, I promise

Jimin: Please, come back, let’s talk.

Jimin: And if you don’t want to talk, we can just cuddle

Jimin: Or do anything you feel like doing

Jimin: Fuck, I miss you already

And as hurt as you felt, you knew you would come back. Jimin always knew just what to say to make things right. And you couldn’t imagine your life without him in it. So, you texted back:

You: I’m on my way

And talk you did. Jimin really apologized for not believing you and kept reassuring you he would refrain himself from overreacting again. And you trusted him. That was your second biggest mistake. The first was lying that first and only time. After you talked, he used the one weapon that instantly disarmed you. One that he knew you couldn’t fight against. One that always had you asking for more...

Three years later

You were so forgetful. When you were younger, people kept warning you that being that forgetful would work against you some day. But you never listened. And now that you were staring at the two little lines, you wished you’d listened. Wished you hadn’t forgotten to drink your pill. These damn lines. You felt like they were mocking you.

When Jimin returned home from work, you were all panicky and awkward and jumpy. You would have to find the right time to tell him. But he seemed so tired. Maybe you’d wait until tomorrow. Or the weekend. Yes, that would be better. He was more relaxed on the weekends. As you were mentally preparing yourself for the moment you’d have to utter those three little words out loud, you unconsciously kept avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jimin wanted to know, sounding worried.

“N-nothing,” you answered, not sure if it was the truth. On the one hand, you were happy about the news you’d discovered. On the other, you were really nervous how to share them with Jimin. You’d talked about the subject in the past but it was always as a joke or as something that was to happen in the distant future. Only it didn’t seem that much distant now.

“Are you lying to me again?” he asked. Well, of course that’s the first thing that came to his mind. Classic Jimin, the king of trust issues.

“Jimin, stop,” you shook your head, disappointed. “Just because I’m not ready to talk about something does not automatically mean I’m lying.”

“Just tell me the truth right now and I won’t get mad, I promise,” he tried to coax you into letting it out. “I won’t even punish you for it.”

He was unbelievable. You hadn’t done anything wrong to deserve getting punished!

“Well, congratulations, you ruined a perfectly happy moment. I’m fucking pregnant, are you happy now?” you angrily replied.

“Is it...someone else’s? Is that why you’ve been acting so jittery?”

“Are you insane?” you yelled. “I would never cheat on you.”

“Then you wouldn’t have a problem doing a paternity test?”

“You can’t be serious,” you whispered, feeling more disappointed than ever.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Jimin responded coldly.

“Do you trust me so little that you would immediately assume I’m capable of cheating on you?”

“Have you given me reason to trust you?”

You shook your head, absolutely disheartened.

“Fine. We’ll do your stupid paternity test. But once you see the proof that you’re the father, we’re done. You can see the baby occasionally if you wish, but us, that’s over. I can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t believe me. I don’t want my child to grow up in such a distrusting environment.”

“You can’t be serious,” Jimin murmured, unintentionally repeating your words.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” you mirrored him, even acting out his exact expression, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

When the results were out, there were no surprises. Like you’d said, Jimin was, in fact, the father. But despite your earlier threats, once you spotted Jimin tearing up upon seeing the little fetus via the ultrasound, you forgot all about it.

“Please, please, I promise you, I’ll treasure you and the babe so much,” he practically begged you to not put an end on your relationship. 

And you knew he was telling the truth. So, you gave him one more chance.

Nine months later

When you first held your child in your arms, you were so overwhelmed with affection for the little Sunhee that you knew it in your heart that your daughter deserved better. Deserved to be loved and trusted unconditionally. And even though Jimin had been nothing but caring and sweet throughout your pregnancy, you still couldn’t forget how quickly he’d judged you back then, how he’d even went so far as to accuse you of cheating. And how much that hurt you.

So, you made a decision. Maybe it was a little impulsive, but in that moment, you felt like it was the right one. You would wait until Jimin was asleep, leave a letter explaining your choice and run away from the hospital. You’d go back to your family’s place. You knew they would be understanding and be supportive of your decision.

As for the letter itself, that was what it said:

Dear Jimin,

By the time you wake up, Sunhee and I will be out of the hospital. Please, don’t look for us. You might find us but that’s not the point. I need to be away from you for now. Don’t worry, I’m not a monster and of course, you’ll be able to see your daughter. I’m just asking you to give me some time alone. You owe me that much.

If you’re wondering what I’m referring to, let me spell it out for you. Every time you doubted me or didn’t trust me, even though I was telling the truth, it hurt me. At first I tried to shrug it off and even blamed myself for being so sensitive. For example, when you confronted me about hanging out with Damian or about landing a job so quickly after graduating.

But when you accused me of cheating on you, when you assumed that you were not Sunhee’s father, that is what hurt the most. It meant that you thought so little of me. And that broke my heart. In a way, I’m not confident is possible of repairing.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming you for what you said or did. We’re all flawed and human, so it’s okay to make mistakes sometimes. After all, I find that I myself am not so innocent and might be partially responsible for our current predicament. Twenty-two-year-old me was so interested in impressing you that she uttered a very stupid lie. One that she regrets everyday.

My point is, all the stuff you said about me cheating, I won’t hold it against you. Life is too short to hold a grudge and I advice you to think about that, as well.

Not for me but for yourself. You’ll find that you can be much happier with an open heart.

Love, 

Y/N

One month later

As expected, your parents accepted your decision and told you they’d do anything to help you out. The past month had been difficult, but you were happier than ever. And you truly believed you’d made the right call. Jimin kept calling you and texting you despite your request. For some reason, you couldn’t find it in you to block his number just yet.

At one point, you decided to be the bigger person and let Jimin be around Sunhee for three hours each weekend.. Naturally, you didn’t want to see him, so your parents organized the whole meeting at their place and you always made sure you were somewhere else. You had nothing left to say to him.

One afternoon, you were doing grocery shopping. Usually, you would be inseparable from Sunhee but this time, your parents had convinced you to allow them to have some grandparents-granddaughter bonding time, as they so adorably called it. Which was why you were currently alone at the supermarket. And which was why you ran into someone you didn’t expect to see in your neigbourhood. Judging from the fact he lived twenty minutes away...

“Hi there,” Jimin greeted you, stopping his shopping cart near yours.

“Um, hi,” you responded, already making an escape plan. Could you jump and sprint from the left? Or the right? The lane was too narrow and Jimin’s shopping cart was blocking the away. You mentally reprimanded yourself for being such a dork. You were not a criminal, you didn’t have to run away.

“You look really good,” Jimin smiled nervously. “How...how have you been?”

“I’ve been good,” you uttered blankly. “God, this is so awkward.”

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled, somewhat trying to alleviate the tension. “I was wondering if we could talk.”

“I’ve said what I wanted to say in the letter,” you pointed out.

“But I haven’t,” Jimin replied. “Just hear me out, okay? I know you don’t owe me anything after my atrocious behaviour but...please?”

You nodded, finding it impossible to reject his plea combined with his watery eyes. After all, what harm could listening to him do? You texted your parents that you’d be out for longer than intended and they were absolutely overjoyed they would get to spend more quality time with little Sunhee. You laughed to yourself and followed Jimin on a bench at a park nearby. You didn’t feel comfortable going to his place just then and you felt like having a conversation in a public space was the safest alternative.

“I’m all ears,” you shrugged, awaiting Jimin to say whatever it was he wanted to say.

“First of all, I wanted to apologize for being a total asshole. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that and I’ll forever regret what I said to you.”

You smiled gratefully, finding it like a good sign that he’d realized how much his words had hurt you.

“Second of all, I wanted to admit I’m a hypocrite. And a liar. I’ve never told you about my past relationship and how much it scarred me. My ex-girlfriend had been lying to me for over a year and it turned out she had been cheating on me. So, maybe that’s part of the reason why I have trust issues. I’m not using that as an excuse for how I behaved towards you, I just felt like it was only right to tell you the truth.”

“Thanks, I appreciate you letting me know,” you replied, honestly.

“And third of all, I know I don’t deserve it but could you maybe consider giving me another chance? I promise you I will change for the better and treat you with utmost respect and care. Even if you lie to me, I won’t get mad and attack you.”

“Which I won’t,” you sighed. “Lie, I mean.”

“Even if you do,” Jimin insisted. “We’ll communicate and discuss any problems which might arise like a normal couple instead of me yelling at you or punishing you unjustly.”

“I don’t know, Jimin,” you were still hesitant about all this. “How can I be sure you’re not just saying this? How can I be sure you actually mean it?”

“You can’t,” he grinned sadly and gently took hold of your hand. “But that’s what makes it exciting, don’t you think? Life’s a mystery. We don’t know what will happen in three months or in three years. I don’t know if I’ll make another terrible mistake that might hurt you again. But what I do know is that I am ready to spend the rest of my days atoning for it. And making you and Sunhee happy.”

“Gosh, you really do have a way with words,” you shook your head, already on the verge of giving in and taking him back.

“I’m begging you, angel. This one month without you has been actual hell,” Jimin spoke passionately.

“Let me think about it, okay?” you asked even though you were already certain what your answer would be.

“Can I hug you while you think?” Jimin wanted to know.

“You want to sway me?” you raised your eyebrows. “Go ahead, then.”

“Maybe,” he chuckled mischievously, wrapping his arms around you. “So soft. Just like I remember.”

You closed your eyes contentedly, breathing in his warm embrace. It was impossible to resist him. Even though he had hurt you, this time you were a 100% positive Jimin would do better. You didn’t know what exactly had changed between you two, maybe it was the time spent apart. But it was like some invisible wall of mistrust had been demolished. Leaving nothing but honesty. 

A couple of minutes later, Jimin asked:

“Did you make up your mind? Will you give me a second chance?”

“Hm...no,” you joked with a smile on your face.

“Was that a lie?” he teased, already suspecting what you would say next.

“It depends. Do you want it to be?”

“Of course. I want you back,” Jimin pleaded, still holding you tightly.

“Then, yes,” you admitted. “It was a lie.”

The End

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[samstree]

hello my dear!! how about hugs 11 + kisses 27 for the prompts?? 💞💞

"Clinging to each other" and "desperate kisses" from the touching prompts. Thanks my dear! Here’s some cursed Jaskier + pining Geralt. 

The kissing is slightly dub-con for both of them because of magic. 

Read on ao3.

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“Jaskier, what—”

The bard has thrown himself at the witcher, clinging as if his life depends on it. His arms are squeezing Geralt’s ribcage so tightly that anyone else would have been suffocated by the sheer force of it.

“Hey, what is wrong?” Geralt tries to pry himself away but when his hand comes up to the side of the bard’s face, he finds the skin there way too hot and almost burning with a fever. “Gods, what did she do to you?”

Letting the bard go with the mage might have been the worst idea he’s ever had, now that he realizes in the way Jaskier refuses to let go. Trusting her—or any mage, really—is always bound to end up a disaster.

“Geralt,” Jaskier mutters, his voice shaking, but not with fear. “You are here.”

“I’m here.”

When Geralt inhales the bard’s scent, the faint trace of magic is unmistakable. Underneath it is Jaskier’s floral perfume, the only one he uses since Geralt mentioned that it’s the only one that doesn’t bother his sensitive nose.

But apart from it all, there is the overwhelming surge of sweetness, thick like honey. It’s the same smell that he’s always associated with Jaskier, one that drifts into the air whenever the bard is purring with contentment.

It’s love.

It’s the same love that Jaskier carries for everyone and everything. The smell is so omnipresent that Geralt has longs since registered it as… just Jaskier.

But it’s ten times more.

“It’s a love spell, Jaskier,” Geralt says into the bard’s ear, worry churning in his stomach. “She put a lo—”

The sentence is interrupted by soft lips pressed against his.

The bard is intoxicating like this, nibbling and sucking urgently with his hands coming up to thread into Geralt’s hair. His fingers scratch at the witcher’s scalp and his legs almost melt under him. The love is so heady between their breaths and in each touch of lips that Geralt finds himself opening up for Jaskier, letting him in, letting him take more—

“Wait,” Geralt inhales weakly but is silenced by another bruising kiss. The burning heat on Jaskier’s skin, ironically, sobers him up like a bucket of ice water. “Wait, you are not in your right mind.”

Geralt cups the soft line of Jaskier’s jaw and keeps him away. There are only a few inches between them, the distance so easy to close but there’s no way he can ignore the unhealthy amount of love in the air.

Jaskier whines and desperately tries to lean in again.

“We can’t. Her love spell is making you want this.”

“No. No, it’s not her.” Jaskier reaches for Geralt’s hand on his cheek, holding it in place before turning to press a kiss in the witcher’s palm. Gods, can a witcher’s heart skip a beat? “I’ve always wanted it, Geralt, believe me when I say I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

Geralt shakes his head at the magic-compelled lie.

“Not according to you, Jask. You’ve never expressed any—”

“I was only afraid,” Jaskier says with so much conviction in his eyes, those cornflower blues are darkened with desire but it only serves to make his gaze more piercing. The flush of his cheeks deepens. Even his hairline is now soaked with sweat. “I’m not anymore. She helped me stop being afraid. Can’t you see?”

The bard bites his lips, his kiss-bruised, swollen lips, and Geralt’s resolve cracks, just for a second.

A second is all it takes for those lips to return to Geralt’s skin, peppering across his cheek, then neck, everywhere Jaskier can reach.

“I’ll show you,” Jaskier mumbles before sucking a bruise right over Geralt’s pulse point, drawing out a moan from the witcher. “Let me show you if you can’t see how much I love you.”

The passion in Jaskier's confession punches all air out of Geralt. He doesn’t know how he would have reacted in a different situation—probably frozen to the spot while jumping up and down on the inside—but now, those three words only fill Geralt with horror.

Pulling away from the bard for the second time might just be the hardest thing he’s ever done.

“No.” It takes everything in Geralt to say. “I can’t.”

Everything is so wrong.

It’s wrong that Jaskier’s eyes are brimming with tears because of Geralt’s apparent rejection, because gods know how much he wishes to never wake up from this dream. If only he can stay like this, with Jaskier in his arms forever.

If only Jaskier truly loves him.

“Why?” the bard chokes out a whimper. “I thought you wanted me, Geralt. I can see in your eyes. The way you look at me when—when you listen to my songs, and when I’m with someone else. I—I thought…”

He trails off, heartbroken, and Geralt doesn’t know how to make it better.

“I’m sorry.”

Geralt’s hand traces the familiar sign of Axii and Jaskier’s slack body drops at the same time as his tears.

Lifting Jaskier up makes him ache with how well their bodies fit into each other’s, with the bard’s curve pressed against his chest so comfortably, so easily. It’s only made worse when Jaskier nuzzles into his neck and slurs his name again.

“Of course I want you.” Geralt presses his forehead against Jaskier’s, feeling the magic burning under his skin. “But not like this.”

He will put Jaskier in the safety of their bed and he will keep guard until the spell passes.

He will never let anyone take advantage of Jaskier in this state.

Including himself.

“Never like this.” 

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This is also heavily inspired by star trek: voyager. Sorry (not sorry) for the angst.

Tagging: @rockysstupidity @flowercrown-bard @alllthequeenshorses @mothmanismyuncle @theultimatenerdd @percy-jackson-is-sexy- @constantlytiredpigeon

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[just-come-baek]

body rhythm

Pairing: Taeyong x reader | mentions of Seulgi x Irene | mentions of Johnny x almost everybody

Themes: smut | fluff | dance!au 

Word count: 14.8k

Summary: Taeyong and Seulgi participate in a nationwide dance competition. However, due to unfortunate scheduling, she has to drop out of it, suggesting you, out of all people, fill in. Taeyong isn't pleased with how things manage to fall out of place, but he is in no position to be whiny about it. For him, it's either learn to work with you or lose yet another time to his arch-enemy.

Warnings: a moderate amount of fluff | Johnny flirting with everybody in plain sight | Johnny stalks people out on social media | cursing | Doyoung being a huge dick | Doyoung flexing his hips | reader has inappropriate thoughts about Taeil | Taeyong being very demanding dance teacher | stressfull situations | drinking | reader is kind of bratty and Taeyong finds it really frustrating | frustrated/angry making out | as per smut | oral!female receiving | unprotected sex (never try it at home or else Imma tell your parents) | they kinda fuck in the open and kinda check our their refection in the mirror |

A/N it's my entry for song association event, I hope you like it, and also don't forget to check out other entries ^^ they must be all out by now lol

“Are you ready?” Johnny inquired as he set his fourth coffee of the day on his desk and plopped onto the swivel chair in a cubicle next to mine. It was a really long day at work, and we both had trouble sitting through the end of it. Heaving a deep sigh, I looked at the pile of documents that required my attention, groaning before I sprawled across my workspace.

“I thought it’s canceled tonight,” I spoke as I looked at my wristwatch, wincing when I realized there was still one more hour until Johnny and I could finally clock out.

A few months ago, our lovely firm, instead of giving us a well-deserved raise, had decided to provide us with a variety of extra activities. Though I’d rather get some monetary benefits, together with Johnny, we chose dance classes. Our company was paying for it, so we might’ve as well attended.

Ever since then, every Thursday, we would go to a dance class to sweat out all of the pent-up frustration. I didn’t have plenty of expectations, still bitter after the company’s decision, but the dance class turned out amazing. Seulgi was our teacher, and although she was a bit demanding, she was patient enough to teach us some sick moves. If that didn’t scream talent™, I had no idea what did.

“Well… last week, she said she might be absent today, but I got a text from school that someone will fill in,” Johnny spoke matter-of-factly. I sighed, checking my phone, reading the same text message from the studio. I really didn’t have energy for dance classes, but there was no way Johnny would let me skip.

“Do you want to grab a drink after? I think I need one, or a few,” I proposed as I sat back in my chair, trying to let my eyes rest from the computer’s screen.

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Johnny asked rhetorically, smiling at me as if I just read his mind. It was almost Friday at this point, and we deserved a little treat.

Though it felt like an eternity, the clock finally struck 5 p.m., letting us leave our claustrophobic cubicles. Tomorrow we would come back for another dose of torture, but right now, we were free. Only for a few hours, though.

Quickly, I returned home to get my gym bag. Thankfully, I lived within walking distance from both – my office and the dance studio, so it wasn’t as troublesome to commute as it was for Johnny, who got stuck in traffic almost every day.

A few minutes before the dance class, I was already changed into my gym attire, waiting for Johnny. Though no one was texting me, I stared at my phone, furiously typing away. Moon Taeil, also known as my secret crush, was leaning against the wall on the other side of the corridor, and I tried every single trick my mind could come up with not to look desperate.

“At this point, he must think you hate him,” Johnny commented as he conjured in front of me out of nowhere. “You should hit on him instead of trying to bolt every time he approaches you,” he added, and I rolled my eyes at his yet another one shitty advice.

“Can you remind me why I don’t take dating advice from you?”

“Why are you attacking me? I just wanted to help. There’s no need to get so aggressive,” Johnny defended his case, not really answering my question. Johnny was a self-proclaimed love expert, but to me, he was more of a pathological playboy. Either way, he seemed to understand the secrets of flirtation to pick up girls whenever he set his mind to it.

“I am just trying not to be obvious,” I commented, stealing a glance at Taeil. It was a silly crush, and though Johnny encouraged me to go for it, I never decided to act on my feelings. Taeil probably didn’t feel this way about me, so remaining idle actually saved me embarrassment after an inevitable rejection.

“Speaking of which, I figured out why Seulgi is so resistant to my charms,” Johnny announced proudly, and I raised my eyebrow, waiting for the big reveal. Everybody in our group knew that Johnny was attracted to Seulgi, but every time he tried to approach her, she would brush him off.

“By figured out, you mean you stalked her, right?” I commented when Johnny handed me his phone, showing me Seulgi’s profile. According to what Johnny dug out in social media, Seulgi was getting married to Irene – her girlfriend of five years. “Huh,” I mused as I gave him back his phone, trying not to laugh at him. Seulgi was already madly in love with someone else, no wonder she could resist his charm.

“Call it whatever you want,” Johnny started, putting his phone away. “Just don’t hold me down when FBI finally recruits me for my impeccable detective skills,” he argued, and I laughed as I imagined him leaving our lovely company. That would be a shame; I couldn’t imagine anyone else sitting in the cubicle next to mine.

“The room should be open,” someone hollered, mentioning for us to open the doors and get inside. I had seen him a few times around the school, so I deduced he must’ve been our substitute teacher today.

Once everybody took their spot on the dance floor, the man cleared his throat. “Hello everybody, my name is Taeyong. Together with Seulgi, we run this school, and I hope we will have a lot of fun today with new choreography,” he announced politely with a practiced professionalism. Perhaps Taeyong didn’t seem as cool as Seulgi, but we had to give him a chance to prove us wrong.

Taeyong was intimidating. I wouldn’t want to be left alone with him. When he showed us a few moves, he was immensely focused on delivering one hundred percent. It was impressive and admirable, but at the same, Taeyong gave off a scary fierce aura. Though he was a great dancer and teacher, Seulgi was just better.

“I think I have a heart attack,” I panted, gasping for air. The new choreography required lots of jumping, and I didn’t expect so much cardio today. I wasn’t out of shape; however, after dancing to Taeyong’s choreography, I had some doubts.

“We should’ve skipped,” Johnny commented, bending over with his palms on his knees, supporting his huge body. Taeyong’s dance routine was too much for us, and we weren’t the only people struggling to breathe. Thankfully, next week Seulgi would be back.

***

“You’re not gonna believe this,” Johnny announced, craning his neck to look inside my cubicle. Heaving a sigh, I put my pen down, giving him my full attention.

This better be good.

“What is it? Who are you stalking this time?” I inquired, giving him the attitude. Johnny was spending too much time on his phone during working hours, but I couldn’t really frown upon it because I often caught myself doing the same thing.

“First of all, I thought we agreed to call it researching, not stalking,” Johnny clarified, and I rolled my eyes. “And second of all, it’s Seulgi. She and the other guy from the dance studio qualified for some dance competition. Check this out,” Johnny explained, handing me his phone.

Seulgi and Taeyong rocked the stage. Though I had nothing to compare their performance to, they just oozed charisma, uniqueness, nerve, and talent. Without any shred of doubt, they would make it to the grand finale.

“Wow,” I mused, not sure how to appropriately respond. I was happy for their success; after all, their performance was broadcasted during prime time on national television. At this point, Seulgi and Taeyong were celebrities.

“I can’t wait for today’s class,” Johnny added in excitement, hiding his phone away inside the pocket of his jacket. “I have to congratulate her.”

“Them. You have to congratulate them,” I corrected Johnny as he seemed to forget about Seulgi’s dance partner. It wasn’t a solo competition, so both Seulgi and Taeyong deserved praise. “And as if you’ve forgotten, Seulgi is not and will never be interested in you. You gotta let this one go, man,” I added, hoping Johnny would stop his relentless flirting with Seulgi. Though it was funny at the beginning, it was evident Seulgi would appreciate it if he stopped.

“I am all over her. Trust me,” Johnny reassured me, and I let out a shallow sigh, wanting to believe him. “Do you know Wendy from the HR department? I think I’m gonna ask her out. I am all over Seulgi,” he added, and it actually convinced me. Although Johnny didn’t seek anything serious at this point in his life, and when something didn’t go according to his plan, he would shake it off and forget all about it.

“Ok, I believe you,” I said, giving him a genuine smile. “Oh, and I was thinking… how about some beer and chicken after dance classes today? I’ve been craving them the whole day,” I offered, and Johnny enthusiastically nodded. It did sound like a solid plan.

Thankfully, this week Seulgi was back, and everybody appreciated it. Taeyong was a great teacher, but we were a group of beginners, and it was difficult for us to follow his routine. We just weren’t ready for such complex choreography.

Everybody had so much fun today. At first, we practiced some old routines, working on synchronization. Later on, Seulgi taught us a few new moves, which I recognized from her television performance. Admittedly, they weren’t as difficult as they looked. Maybe it was a little bold of me, but I was thinking I was doing a pretty good job today.

At the very end of the class, Johnny delivered a dramatic congratulatory speech, making people laugh out of utter cringe. It was a nice gesture, and Seulgi’s embarrassment was adorable. She would cover her blushed cheeks and turn around, hoping the ground could swallow her up. In all honesty, it seemed to be the only way to shut up Johnny.

Just when we were about to be dismissed, I heard someone calling my name. Surprisingly, it was Seulgi. She must’ve wanted to discuss something with me. Damn it, was she going to scold me for not improving? Or was it because I sat half of the song out? I just needed a short break; I had no idea it would get me in trouble.

“I am sorry,” I apologized even though I wasn’t sure what for yet. Seulgi would enlighten me in a second, so I cleared my throat to apologize to her once again. However, when she giggled instead of yelling at me, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” Johnny hollered before he strolled out of the practice room.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked, and Seulgi smiled, shaking her head.

Great, it was a relief.

“Actually, I may sound crazy to you,” she started, fidgeting a little. It was strange, Seulgi was a strong and confident woman, but right now, she seemed rather bashful. “Would you like to participate in a dance competition?”

Her question took me aback.

“What?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the topic.

“Let me explain,” she offered, and I reluctantly nodded.

By the look on her face, I could tell it wasn’t going to be a quick chit-chat. Seulgi had a lot of things to explain, so we decided to sit on the floor before she began her speech.

Patiently, I listened to everything she wanted to tell me.

Seulgi and Taeyong wanted to participate in a dance competition ever since they had decided to open up a dance school together. Last week they really thought they were going to achieve their dream. Unfortunately, as soon as they qualified and received the schedule, complications started to follow.

Maybe it was a little bit overconfident of them to think they’d make it to the finals, but it still made them anxious. Regardless of their talent, they wouldn’t be able to perform in the grand finale. Apparently, on the very same day, Seulgi was getting married.

At first, I wanted to interject that they could reschedule, but Seulgi beat me to it.

“It would be the third time we reschedule it, and I just can’t let that happen. I don’t want Irene to think I prioritize dancing over her. She means the world to me, and I’d quit a thousand times to get married to her,” Seulgi confessed, and I tried my best to contain my feels. There was something raw and pure about Seulgi’s love, and it moved me.

Seulgi’s proposition was genius in its simplicity. Together with Taeyong, she would perform, climbing up the rankings. And if by any chance, they would make it to the final round; she wanted me to fill in. Given I had been dancing at their studio for about four months I couldn’t comprehend why she chose me.

I was a rookie, for crying out loud!

Finding a substitute dancer made a lot of sense, actually. Instead of dropping out, they could find a replacement. This way, Taeyong could still make his dream come true. And next year, together with Seulgi, they could try to defend the title.

However, once again, Seulgi read my mind and answered my question before I voiced my doubts. She must’ve really thought this through before approaching me. It seemed she had rehearsed all possible inquires and came up with perfect answers.

“All of our dancer friends either compete against us or failed during qualifications,” she declared, and I hummed in response. “Unfortunately, people who already attempted joining can’t fill in for other dancers.”

“That sucks,” I commented, and Seulgi dryly chuckled.

“I think you would be a perfect fit,” she started, and I held my breath, wanting to hear what made her think I’d be able to rise to the challenge. “Everybody can memorize moves, but you have a natural passion for dancing. I can see it in class. Maybe you can’t see it yet because dancing is a hobby to you more than anything else, but I can tell you have the it™ factor.”

I was speechless. Seulgi, the dance prodigy, was praising my dancing skills. I couldn’t believe my ears. What kind of self-indulgent dream was it? Why couldn’t I dream like a normal person? I had tendency to toot my own horn sometimes, but it was just too much.

“I bet with proper training, you and Taeyong could win.”

“Let me think about it, okay?”

“Sure, of course! No pressure!” Seulgi replied enthusiastically, giving me enough space to clear my mind and think about it.

“See you next week.” I waved at her, exiting the dance room. Absentmindedly, I changed out of the gym clothes and walked out of the building, almost walking past Johnny.

“Hey, what did Seulgi want?” Johnny asked, grabbing my wrist, pulling me out of trance.

“She wants me to dance in her place if she and Taeyong ever make it to the finals.”

“What?!”

 ***

At first, I was hesitant about this whole thing. I wasn’t a professional dancer, and I really didn’t want to contribute to them losing the competition. However, Seulgi really made a point that they would have to drop out anyway, so in some twisted way, my participation gave them a slimmer of hope for victory.

Once I explained everything to Johnny, he really insisted I should help them out, spitting nonsense about fame and recognition and how I couldn’t doubt myself and just go with the flow. Opportunities like this rarely occurred, and I ought to welcome them with excitement.

So I did.

Every Saturday and Sunday, I dropped by the dance studio for practice. Taeyong still intimidated me, but I could deal with it. Seulgi was always around me to nag him whenever he demanded too much from me. They balanced each other very well, and it was fun working with them. Even though each practice left me with sore muscled, I was still excited. It was tangible proof I was improving.

Seulgi and Taeyong smoothly went through the contest, winning each battle with ease, slowly climbing in the ranking. There was still plenty of work until the grand finale, but everything looked they were to make it to the very top.

Unfortunately, the closer to the D-day, the less time Seulgi had to help us during practice. With her wedding coming up, she had a lot of preparations to deal with. As a result, Taeyong and I had to practice the dance routine on our own.

“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Taeyong yelled in irritation when for the nth time, I turned to my right instead of my left. “Do it again; five, six, seven, eight,” he added, playing the song from the very beginning.

To say I was frustrated was an understatement of the century. I was aware that Taeyong really wanted to win the competition, but he didn’t have to be a dick about it. With no Seulgi to supervise him, he was unbearable.

“I think I need a break,” I declared once I turned to the wrong side again before Taeyong managed to scold me for it. Even though he shouted something again, I ignored it. With a deep sigh, I walked over to my gym bag to get my water bottle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Taeyong asked, staring down at me with his arms folded across his chest, his demeanor dominant. His eyes were drilling holes in my head, his jaw was tightened – it was evident I was driving him up the wall. It was just a matter of seconds before Taeyong would snap, lashing out at me.

“I am taking a break,” I answered quickly, ignoring his angry stare. I was at my limit. If Taeyong didn’t back off, it would be the end of the practice for today. One more mean word and I’d storm out of the studio. I was here voluntarily. I was doing him a favor, and I didn’t deserve this type of treatment.

“Is it a joke to you?” Taeyong carried on, and I rolled my eyes. Of course, it wasn’t a joke to me. But at the same time, I was sick and tired of his shenanigans. I wanted him to win, but not when my mental health was on the line. He was pissing me off, and I wouldn’t let him walk all over me. “I thought you decided to help us out, but you’re not trying at all.”

He did not just say that.

“What?” I rhetorically asked, standing up, poking his chest with my forefinger. “I am trying my best here. You’re the one who makes it impossible to have fun dancing. You’re making it a chore, sucking all the fun out it.”

“Then tell me what I should do for you to finally make some progress? We’ve been stuck at this part for two weeks, and you still haven’t learned how to turn right!”

“Then go ahead and find someone else who can put up with your shit. I’m out,” I spoke, bending down to pick up my stuff, ready to leave the studio. Unfortunately, before I managed to exit the practice room, the doors opened, and Seulgi walked in with a confused expression on her face.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” She asked in worry, trying to put two and two together. It wouldn’t be the first time Taeyong and I argued, but it seemed to be the most intense one so far. It didn’t sit right with her. “Please don’t tell me you fought again.”

Briefly, I summarized what happened, and Seulgi looked down at Taeyong disapprovingly. I was glad Seulgi took my side; after all, she knew Taeyong could be too demanding.

“I am a dancer, but why does it feel I am a couple counselor? You two really have to learn how to work together when I’m not around,” she scolded us, making her point. If this whole arrangement was to work out, we both needed to establish some ground rules and learn how to put our differences aside. “I have an idea.”

Oh, no.

There was something mischievous in her tone, and I didn’t particularly like it.

“Let’s finish for today,” she proposed, and I smiled, thinking it was a great idea. Taeyong and I needed some time to chill, and calling it a day seemed like an appropriate way to do it. “Let’s go out clubbing instead!” Seulgi added cheerfully, clapping her hands in excitement.

“What?” Taeyong and I asked in unison, a bit surprised by Seulgi’s statement.

“That’s my prescription for the two of you,” she started, and I rolled my eyes. Taeyong and I didn’t get along as well as she wished for us to, but it wasn’t that bad. We didn’t need to bond over a few drinks in a crowded club. We would do just fine if Taeyong learned to go easy on me. “I believe we all can benefit from clubbing.”

“How come?”

“First of all, it will remind Taeyong that dancing is about fun, not overworking oneself,” Seulgi spoke, and I hummed, agreeing with her. “Second of all, it’ll give you a chance to loosen up. Your moves are still a bit stiff during intimate parts of the choreography,” she added, and Taeyong nodded in agreement. “And I really need something to drink because wedding planning is stressful as fuck.”

Not even thirty minutes later, we were inside the club.

“It’s a very sensual song. And you two really have to work hard to convey emotions through your dance,” Seulgi started as she sipped her tropical cocktail. “You must feel comfortable around each other and just ooze longing and sexual attraction,” she added, and I almost choked on my drink.

Performing with Taeyong was going to be more difficult than I had anticipated. When Seulgi and Taeyong showed me the choreography, I was amazed. Absolutely blown away. The way their bodies moved in synchronization left me speechless, but at the same time, I was a little bit nervous because I didn’t see myself living up to their level.

I wouldn’t consider myself particularly sexy. It made me feel awkward when I thought how seductive the dance routine actually was. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off, but Taeyong still had a lot of time to teach me.

“Take her to the dance floor,” Seulgi elbowed Taeyong, almost spilling his drink. Unenthusiastically, Taeyong looked at me before standing up and extending his arm.

Drunken people were jumping around us to the rhythm, and I awkwardly swayed from side to side, staring at Taeyong. With godlike precision, he moved, getting lost in the music. One could tell straight away Taeyong was a professional dancer.

Upon noticing how stiff I was, Taeyong shook his head, yanking me against his lean body. “How about you take a five-minute break to get that stick out of your ass? You look like you have no joints,” he yelled into my ear, his breath tickling my sensitive skin.

“I’ve had too little alcohol,” I replied, but Taeyong wasn’t having it.

“When we perform on the stage, will you need alcohol to let loose too?” Taeyong challenged with a playful smirk, and I rolled my eyes, too prideful to admit he was right. I couldn’t participate in that competition drunk. We wouldn’t win if I wasn’t able to come out of my shell and show everybody I had a sensual bone in my body.

“No,” I yelled into Taeyong’s ear. “How do I let loose?” I asked, hoping to hear some words of wisdom from him.

“Mirror what I’m doing,” Taeyong guided, and I nodded, focused on my new task. I could do that. I had been mirroring Seulgi’s movements during our classes, and I was pretty good at doing it. I could copy Taeyong’s moves.

At first, Taeyong danced a few classic moves we usually did during our warm-up routine. It was easy, and I think I nailed it. Later, he wiggled his upper body, feeling the rhythm. With envy, I observed how his body executed every single move, owning it. I wish I was half as good as Taeyong. Next to him, I probably looked like a crippled kid.

Upon noticing my struggle, Taeyong began jumping around, throwing his hands in the air. He looked ridiculous, but I remained focused on my task, dancing as if I was his shadow. Our bizarre moves earned some attention from other people, but our eyes were trained on each other, slowly getting lost in our own bubble.

I was sober, and I was on my way to owning the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it was happening. Maybe Taeyong’s charisma overshadowed my poor attempts of showcasing mine; however, I was sure I made a big step in the right direction. Slowly, I was improving.

“How about we spice it up a little bit?” Taeyong shouted into my ear, and I cocked up my eyebrow, thinking what he meant by that. “Don’t be shy,” he added, yanking me against his body. Taeyong was so close I could feel his legs rub against mine. “Come on, sweetheart. Touch me, tease me, feel me up,” Taeyong snickered, getting on my nerves. Not only Taeyong was smug for no reason, but he also quoted the song, which I was slowly growing to hate.

Taeyong must’ve assumed I’d back out. Surely, he didn’t expect me to follow his instructions and actually run my hands across his chest, shoulders, and back while simultaneously swaying my hips, earning approving stares from impressed men on the dance floor. At first, he was surprised he talked me into it, but a second later, he smirked, resting his palms on my sides, slowly exploring the valley of my butt.

I had no idea I had it in me, but Taeyong helped me discover it. We were basically grinding against each other, and it somehow didn’t feel awkward at all. We were just two people having fun.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh on you,” Taeyong apologized, shouting in my ear. “I’m just stressful all the time, and I think I may sometimes take it out on you,” he added, and I looked at his face, which was dangerously close to mine.

“It’s understandable,” I replied as I wrapped my arms around Taeyong’s neck, finding it much more comfortable. Now with our bodies pressed together, it was easier to have a conversation. “I know how much you want to win this competition. I’ll try harder,” I promised, and Taeyong released a relieved chuckle.

Who would’ve thought an adult conversation would work better than shouting at each other?

“Thank you,” Taeyong spoke genuinely, and I pulled away, staring at his face. His eyes were trained on mine. No matter how many hours we had spent at the dance studio, his gaze still intimidated me sometimes.

“Ekhm, I need a break,” I said in a desperate need to break eye contact with him. The dance floor was crowded, and it was making me dizzy. I was getting dangerously hot, and it seemed like heaven to get back to our booth and finish our drinks.

“Of course, you need a break,” Taeyong teased, sending me a lopsided smirk. “It’s okay, though. We still have plenty of time to work on your stamina,” he added as he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the crowd. Carefully, we zigzagged around drunken people, trying to make it safely to Seulgi.

Unfortunately, by the bar counter, someone walked into Taeyong, almost knocking him down.

“I’m very sorry,” a man shouted, but I could sense the words weren’t genuine.

“Doyoung,” Taeyong spoke, gritting his teeth, staring at the other man. Taeyong’s grip tightened around my hand. I figured he didn’t particularly like Doyoung.

“Taeyong,” Doyoung sighed, checking Taeyong out from head to toe before his gaze shifted to me. There was something spiteful about his lingering eyes, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. For sure, there was some bad blood between two men, and I suddenly felt an urge to know more. Inquisitiveness got the best of me.

Taeyong and Doyoung kept glaring at each other almost as if it was a competition. The tension was so intense one could cut it with a knife. I cleared my throat in a poor attempt to break their stare contest, but they didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“I saw your last performance,” Doyoung finally spoke, scoffing. “You’re getting out of it, and here I expected to kick your ass in the finale. I wouldn’t be surprised if you and your partner got eliminated next week.”

I thought I had seen Taeyong furious, but right now, I was proven wrong. The way he looked at me whenever I was a handful during our practice was nothing compared to the way he glared at Doyoung. Taeyong was scary, and I decided to not get on his wrong side ever again.

“I’d gladly kick your ass here, but I’d rather wait for the finale. You know what people say about prolonged gratification,” Taeyong talked back, and I gasped, trying to comprehend what I just heard. Taeyong was getting cocky, and it made me nervous. I was already stressed about the possibility of performing, and he just added more pressure on my shoulders.

“We’ll see about that,” Doyoung replied, focusing his scrutinizing gaze on me. “But I have to say I kinda look forward to seeing you cry again. The way I beat you the last time was spectacular.”

“Let’s go, Taeyong. Don’t waste your breath on him. He’s not worth it,” I exclaimed, pulling Taeyong’s hand, reminding him I was there the whole time. I couldn’t listen to Doyoung talk trash about Taeyong. If Taeyong wasn’t going to walk away by himself, I had to intervene and pull him aside. Doyoung was provoking him.

“And who is that?” Doyoung asked in a mocking tone, displeased by the way I looked at him. Though I didn’t know the back story, I took Taeyong’s side. At least, Taeyong didn’t try to humiliate his rival, while Doyoung had already tried a few tricks to tick Taeyong off.

“You’re right,” Taeyong said, looking at me. It was evident he was holding himself back, trying his best not to take the bait. “Let’s go,” he added, pulling me away from Doyoung.

“Who was that?” I asked as we approached our booth. Unfortunately, I didn’t get my response. Upon arrival, we noticed that Seulgi was sprawled on the table, giggling to herself.

“Is she always like this?” I inquired, concerned about how drunk Seulgi got in such a short amount of time. We were gone for thirty minutes tops, and she was barely conscious after drinking her and our drinks.

“Aww… there you are… my dear friends,” she cooed cutely, trying to attack Taeyong with cuddles. She was adorable, but it was kind of irresponsible to drink by herself when we were on the dance floor. Thankfully, nothing happened. We returned just in time to collect her and escort her home.

“I can’t believe my plan worked,” Seulgi grinned, pointing her finger at Taeyong. “You no longer have a stick up your ass,” she exclaimed at Taeyong, too drunk to realize she should be talking to me. “And look at you! You were having fun!” Seulgi yelled, extending her arms to hug me. “I am so proud of you!”

“I should take her home,” Taeyong reasoned, considering it the safest option. He could call an Uber for Seulgi or just phone her fiancée to pick her up but bringing her home himself seemed to be the most rational solution. “Will you be alright by yourself?” He inquired, and I nodded right away. It was sweet of him to look after me too. Thankfully, I barely touched my cocktail; I could get home safely on my own.

“Don’t worry about me,” I replied casually, sending him a reassuring smile. “Just make sure Seulgi makes it home safe,” I added, warming up at the way Taeyong hauled up Seulgi, carefully leading her out of the club. It made me wonder if Johnny did the same to me. Probably. He wouldn’t be that gentle, though. If anything, he’d throw me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. Or just drag me out like a corpse.

“Give me a call once you get back home,” Taeyong demanded before we parted ways.

 ***

“You went clubbing without me?” Johnny dramatically asked after I told him everything that happened on the weekend. Despite my detailed narration, it seemed as if that was the only thing he caught on to. “How could you?”

“Relax, dude,” I rolled my eyes, shuffling around my desk, getting ready for work. It was Monday morning – it was about time we start our gossip routine.

“And I was wondering… would you mind helping me researching this shady dude? There’s some conflict between him and Taeyong. And I need to know what happened,” I started, wondering if Johnny would cooperate with me and put his stalking abilities to good use.

I was too embarrassed to ask Taeyong about Doyoung. Besides, I had a hunch he would either brush me off or scold me.

“Do you know anything about this dude besides his name?” Johnny pulled out his phone, no questions asked. “Please, don’t tell me that’s the only thing you know.”

“I mean… he’s probably a dancer,” I added with a sheepish smile, making Johnny heave a deep sigh. “He must be a big deal, though. Apparently, Taeyong lost a competition to him.”

“I’ll try to find some dirt, but it may be difficult given how little info you gave me,” Johnny declared as he began his thorough research.

It took Johnny five minutes to find the correct Doyoung. It was remarkable. If it wasn’t enough for the FBI to hire him, I’d gladly present them a recommendation letter. Quickly, I opened Doyoung’s profile on my phone, scrolling through his feed.

At first glance, Doyoung seemed to be a regular bratty internet star with an overgrown ego. His follower count was impressive. Studying his profile, I learned a lot about him. Unfortunately, it had no value. There was nothing specific about his conflict with Taeyong.

“How was your date with Wendy?” I asked Johnny as I gave up on my research. Whatever was the root of their bad blood would have to remain a mystery.

“It was fine,” Johnny started, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely honest. His disappointed tone betrayed him. “She left before the waiter brought the dessert. Apparently, she didn’t particularly like when I kept calling her Wanda.”

“Ouch.”

“No hard feelings, though,” Johnny shrugged it off, trying to focus on the positive aspect of their terrible date. “At least, I’ve had two slices of cheesecake. Besides, I’m kind of into Sooyoung from the creative team now. I think she is the one.”

“Every girl you’re into is the one,” I interjected, rolling my eyes, done with his antics.

“Oh, by the way, I’ve forgotten,” Johnny chimed in, staring at me in excitement. “Taeil asked me about you,” he revealed, and I almost spat out my morning coffee.

“What?”

“Are you still into him, though?” Johnny inquired, rubbing his temple in deep thought. “I haven’t heard you gush about him these days,” he pinpointed, and I wondered if my crush on Taeil was still as intense as it was a few months ago.

Taeil was insanely hot. I kept drooling whenever I saw him operate the printer. It was inappropriate to check him out whenever he bent down to change the ink, but I couldn’t help myself. Or whenever we met by the vending machine.

Good old times.

Right now, though, I rarely caught myself thinking about him. At first, I thought it was due to a hectic schedule. I was either at work or at the dance studio or getting shit-faced with Johnny on another wild adventure with him and his friends.

It was difficult to comprehend how easily my crush faded into thin air. Taeil was still sexy as fuck, but while I appreciate his looks, I wasn’t daydreaming how to get into his pants. At this point, I was just admiring his attributes in the most nonsexual way imaginable.

Apparently, the lack of response on my part was everything Johnny needed to confirm his suspicion.

“So what? Are you into Taeyong now?” Johnny asked boldly, and now, I actually choked on my coffee, thinking I heard him wrong. How did he jump to that conclusion?

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong, but it kinda looks like you’re into him,” Johnny commented, playing with a pen. “You talk about him all the time with lots of passion. I think there’s something going on between you two. Is he single?”

“I talk about him all the time because I live to complain, and recently he’s the sole reason why I gotta vent,” I defended, but Johnny didn’t seem convinced. “And I don’t know if he’s single. I don’t really care,” quickly, I rejected all accusations, but in all honesty, his words got me wondering.

Was I attracted to Taeyong?

Surely, Taeyong was ridiculously attractive. He danced well, too. Unfortunately, we didn’t click much. There was passion between us, but it wasn’t romantically stemmed. We just kept annoying each other. I wouldn’t consider it sexual. We were just getting on each other’s nerves often, unable to properly solve our differences.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,” Johnny teased, and I fought the urge to throw the stapler at him. “I bet fifty bucks you’ve imagined him naked, fucking you dumb.”

What the fuck, John???

I did not imagine Taeyong naked!

Not until now, at least.

“I seriously hate you right now,” I complained, deciding it’s about time I focus on work.

 ***

After Johnny had planted naughty thoughts in my mind, each dance practice was unbearable. My mind was running wild, coming up with different scenarios involving Taeyong and me in intimate situations. It was wrong on so many levels, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

After months of practicing the dance routine, we decided it would be best to make some changes to the choreography. Though it was still sensual as hell, with our hands roaming each other’s bodies, we found it crucial to accentuate Taeyong’s talents.

It was a strategic plan. While typically male dancers helped the female dancers shine, we put a little twist to it. Though our performance was still pretty balanced, Taeyong had a few crucial parts of choreography, in which he would snatch everybody’s hearts.

Seulgi didn’t object to our strategy. Well… she was never there, to begin with. Seulgi was a ghost, never present during our practice, always busy doing some last-minute wedding prep.

“Let’s take a five,” Taeyong hollered as he turned off the music, sending us off to a short break. It sounded weird when it came out of his mouth, but I didn’t complain. We’ve been practicing nonstop for the past hour. At this point, I was panting.

Lying down onto the floor, I rested my head on my towel, reaching for my phone. Quickly, I unlocked it to see a series of notifications from Johnny. He had sent me a link to a video, telling me in all caps to watch it.

Having left the earphones in the locker room, I played the video quietly through my phone’s speaker. It was a short film with Doyoung. It must’ve been his performance from last year’s competition. Jamming to the music, I studied his moves.

Doyoung was really good. I mean… it wasn’t professional expertise, but I could tell he had talent. His body control was impeccable, his hip thrusts must’ve impregnated plenty of women in the audience, but his shoulder rolls were just otherworldly. Along with the female dancer, they showcased quite the performance. From the beginning to the very end, I couldn’t look away, failing to notice Taeyong approach me.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taeyong shouted, tearing my phone from my hand, double-checking what I was watching. “Why are you watching this?” He angrily asked, locking the device, wishing for it to stop playing music.

It was difficult to explain.

I couldn’t exactly tell Taeyong that I asked my best friend to do research on Doyoung in hopes of finding out what was the root of their conflict. Though we had never found anything substantial, Johnny would send me more footage to check out. However, regardless of how much stuff Johnny had provided me with, I was still clueless.

“Why are you shouting at me?” I spoke, biting on my bottom lip. I was in big trouble, so it was only logical to play dumb.

Taeyong stared down at me, demanding a genuine answer. His jaw was tensed, his knuckles around my phone turned white. It was just a meaningless clip, but it got him fuming at me. Regardless of what I’d tell him, he wouldn’t like the answer. I figured this much.

“Why were you watching that?” Taeyong yelled, raising his hand, almost smashing my phone against the floor. Thankfully, he held back and gently put it on my bag.

It was incredible how much the video affected Taeyong. The movie worked on Taeyong like a red rag to a bull. One moment he seemed fine, but once he figured out what I was watching, he snapped.

“You really want to know?” I challenged as I rose to my feet, staring at him. It was my turn to raise my voice. If he kept shouting at me, I was going to give him the same treatment. “Ever since that night at the club, I was curious. You were basically throwing daggers at each other, and I really wanted to know what happened between you two. You never bothered to explain it, and I didn’t want to push you.”

“Do you have your answers now?” Taeyong exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes, agitating him even more with my fed-up behavior. He was scary right now, but I refused to let him intimidate me. “Or do you want to read my diary too?!”

I resisted the temptation of saying yes to his offering. Taeyong wasn’t the type of person to write a dairy. He was exaggerating, but I didn’t want to provoke him further. At any mention of Doyoung’s name, wrath took control over Taeyong, turning him into his destructive self.

“If it makes you feel any better, I know shit about him,” I confessed, throwing my hands in the air. “I wanted to know what he did to you, but I came up with nothing. And believe it or not, the way he treated you that night made me worry. You’re my dance partner, and I care about you a lot, and it really hurt me seeing you in distress,” I spat, not thinking about consequences. I was talking without filter, probably spilling too much information.

My verbal diarrhea confused Taeyong. His huge eyes were staring at me in astonishment. He was studying my expression, wondering if everything I said was true. Oh, no! My reckless words made him uncomfortable. He must’ve grown to hate now.

In embarrassment, I looked down at my shoes. I felt terrible, and I needed to come up with something clever to say to save my dignity and ease the tension. However, before I managed to voice my sincere apology, I felt Taeyong’s hands cup my cheeks as he surged forward and kissed my breath away. It was sudden, but I reciprocated the kiss in an instant.

Stress, anxiety, anger, sexual frustration, and probably many other factors led us to this very moment. I had been daydreaming about Taeyong’s mouth on mine for a while now. And when it finally happened, I eagerly swept my tongue across his lips, deepening the kiss. Though I had tried my best to withstand the tension between us, I wasn’t oblivious to it.

Taeyong already knew almost every inch of my body, so his hands naturally began roaming across my skin. Moaning into the kiss, he held me closer, keeping me pressed against him.

“Taeyong,” I breathed out as I pulled away, only for Taeyong to smash his lips against mine again, successfully shushing me. This time around, the kiss was even more passionate, making my knees weak. In a rush, Taeyong pushed me against the wall, pushing his thigh between my legs. “We shouldn’t,” I spoke, but my tone wasn’t convincing at all. I wasn’t even sure who I was trying to convince that it was a bad idea.

“Shut up,” Taeyong demanded as he tilted his face, sucking on my bottom lip. His hands were on my butt, kneading my flesh, trying to make me moan into his mouth. In all honesty, it worked. Maybe, I whimpered incoherent sounds, but it’s was just a poor attempt to encourage him to keep kissing me.

Regardless of how much he was to gift me, I needed more. I wasn’t going to stop until I’d take everything Taeyong was willing to give.

I craned my neck to the side, and Taeyong quickly caught on, leaving a wet trail down my neck. His lips were delicate, careful not to leave a mark, while his hips were grinding against me, letting me feel how stiff he already was.

“Legs,” Taeyong ordered, gently slapping my thigh. Obediently, I spread my legs apart, letting his hand cup my sex. It was ridiculous how horny he was making me. Once his raspy voice echoed in my ears, I fulfilled his wish, waiting for another command in excitement.

“Please,” I begged, needing more of him. Whatever he planned on doing to me, I needed it now. Whether he was to tease me with his beautiful fingers or fuck me raw with his cock, he better do it now.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered against my skin, pressing feather-like kisses along my collarbone. His touch was driving me insane. His hands were everywhere but where I wanted them the most. This type of teasing should be illegal.

It was more than I could take, so I took matters into my own hands. I could play this game, too. With a mischievous smirk upon my face, I hooked my forefinger under the band of his tracksuit bottoms. Unfortunately, Taeyong quickly swept my hand away.

“You’re such a bad girl,” Taeyong commented before he captured my lips again, sliding his tongue into my mouth, knowing I’d talk back to him. “You have to do everything your way. Would it kill you if you listened to me at least once?” Taeyong muttered, staring into my eyes.

Yes, I was a brat. Taeyong wanted me to submit to him, and I would do it eventually, but not before I’d tease him first. What was fun in that?

“Don’t answer that,” he added, and I rolled my eyes. Though we barely hung out outside the dance studio, Taeyong learned a lot about me. Having an answer to everything was one of those things he had the pleasure of discovering.

“Just fuck me, please,” I said nicely, staring into his eyes, hoping it would be enough to make him cave. “I can’t take it any longer,” I added, rubbing my loins against his restrained cock, making him let out a guttural moan.

My plan was working. Slowly, Taeyong was giving in, probably taking his time to think about the consequences of letting me experience instant gratification. Orgasm would’ve been sweeter if he made me wait a bit more, but it was difficult for him to control his urges.

Without any doubt, Taeyong wanted to bury his cock inside of me as much as I wanted him to fuck me dumb. We withstood so many practices without jumping at each other – I should consider it foreplay.

“Fine, but I’m gonna eat you out first,” Taeyong spoke, and I almost lost it by just imagining his jaw going between my thighs. Swiftly, he knelt in front of me, pulling my leggings down to my ankles in one fluid motion. Having kicked off my gym shoes, I wiggled the fabric off my feet, sending it flying across the dance studio.

Taeyong ran his fingers across my panties, inspecting how soaked they already were. With a smirk upon Taeyong’s face, he pressed a chaste kiss against my skin above the waistband before he yanked the undergarment down.

“Beautiful,” he said under his breath before he surged his face, taking my clit between his gorgeous lips, making me tilt my head in pleasure. Frustration got me sensitive. Even the slightest touch got me purring in delight.

Taeyong licked and nipped at my entrance, and I run my hands through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. He flicked his tongue, and I buckled my hips, wanting more.

“I need your fingers,” I pleaded, looking down at him. Taeyong looked breathtaking, with my juices were dripping down his sharp jaw, with his lips turned into a satisfied smirk. He was proud of how he was making me feel. His glistening skin was the very evidence of his skillful moves. “Taeyong, please, I am so close.”

Though I didn’t expect him to, Taeyong listened to my humble request. His middle finger slid right it, making me purr in satisfaction. I could finally feel him inside of me, and it was heavenly. His palm moved quickly, working me up.

The first orgasm was building up. Taeyong was fucking me now with two fingers while his mouth was fiddling with my clit. If it wasn’t for Taeyong’s palm, holding me still, I’d buckle right into his face for more friction.

“I’m about to come,” I declared, shutting my eyes close. As tempting as it was to peek at the mirror on the other wall and check out the view of Taeyong eating me out, it was more than I could take. My instinct to squeeze my eyes shut and welcome the orgasm was too much.

Unfortunately, it didn’t happen.

Before tiny tingles of electricity could unite and explode, shooting through me like a lightning strike, Taeyong pulled away, denying me of my orgasm. It physically hurt when instead of a blissful peak, I felt nothing.

“What the fuck?” I barked angrily, ready to pull him by his hair against my sex and press him against me, so he could finish the job.

“We’re coming together, or we’re not coming at all,” Taeyong sternly replied, standing up. His lips were swollen from all the work he was doing, and they looked even more kissable.

“I’ve never pegged you for such a teaser,” I stated matter-of-factly, still a little bit butt-hurt over the way how smug he was about not letting me come first. Maybe I was a handful most of the time, but I didn’t do anything wrong to deserve such treatment.

“I’m not,” Taeyong chimed in, biting down on his lip. “There’s just something about you that makes me want to punish for your misbehavior,” he explained, and I got it where it came from. I wasn’t the best student he could work with. “Isn’t it the sweetest torture?” Taeyong challenged before he surged forward, smashing his lips against mine again, raising my thigh and giving it a gentle rub.

“Please, Taeyong, I need you inside of me,” I begged as I ground my sex against his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t comprehend how self-disciplined and patient he was; his budge was throbbing underneath his pants. It must’ve been painful for him, and he did all of that to teach me a lesson. “Fuck me, already.”

“Relax, sweetheart. I got you,” he softly spoke as he hoisted me up, pressing me tightly against the wall. “To be honest, I expected you to lose it sooner,” Taeyong added, and I hoped he was talking about my sanity. I endured more than enough; his teasing was too much.

“How should I fuck you?” Taeyong asked, looking around the practice room, seeking a perfect spot to stuff his cock inside of me. We didn’t have a lot of options, but I didn’t care. He could fuck me in the middle of the room, and I’d eagerly spread my legs for him. “Screw it,” he cursed, gently lowering me down onto the floor. “Do you mind?” Taeyong inquired, and I shook my head as I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing him against me.

“Strip,” I ordered, and Taeyong smirked before he pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his lean physique. My eyes marveled at his beautiful shoulders and toned muscles. I had touched him more than I could count, but I never saw him bare, and when I finally did, I gawked.

“What about you, sweetheart? Come on, I am waiting,” Taeyong teased, and I took off my T-shirt. I was only in my sports bra, and Taeyong bit his lip, staring down at me, admiring my simple beauty. With no further comment, Taeyong leaned in, attacking my collarbone. It was hot how attentive he was, but right now, all I needed was his cock buried deep down my cunt.

Desperately, I reached to his sweatpants, palming his erection through the fabric. As soon as I touched him, Taeyong released a needy growl, rolling his hips into my hand, finally giving in to the pleasure. He lost his self-restraint, and now, he seriously needed to fill me up with his throbbing length.

“Take them off,” I breathed out, pulling by the hem of his pants. With a lowered head, Taeyong tsked before he yanked them down to his knees, wriggling out of them. Just as I expected, his cock urgently entailed my attention.

Though the thought of blowing him crossed my mind, I eventually decided not to entertain this idea too much. It was apparent Taeyong wanted to him inside of my pussy. I’d suck him dry on a different occasion. Hopefully, it would happen soon.

“Fuck me, Taeyong,” I moaned as I trembled when the tip of his cock brushed against my folds. I was embarrassingly sensitive after his ministrations, and he dared to tease me again. “Please,” I begged as I gave his length a few gentle strokes, aligning it with my entrance.

“Aaahh…” Taeyong growled, slowly pushing his dick inside of me. Inch by inch, he filled me up, stretching my walls. A lot of different sinful noises came out of his mouth as he began steadily thrusting his hips.

Taeyong’s stamina was no joke. It was hard to believe how long he could snap his hips without messing up his rhythm. His low voice mixed with my desperate moans echoed inside the room, creating a wicked symphony along with the sound of our sweaty bodies smashing against each other.

He was fucking me hard, and I was in seventh heaven. Taeyong was filling me up so good; I could come undone on his cock anytime.

“Taeyong,” I moaned his name as I watched him fuck me. Though it was hot to look at his cock disappear in my pussy, it was even sweeter to stare in the mirror. With my head turned to the side, I studied the whole picture how Taeyong was fucking me.

“I am coming,” I screamed as I felt the bliss approach. Taeyong was panting, struggling to maintain his tempo with the way my walls tightened around his sensitive cock. Once he hit my sweet spot, I was a goner. After a few thrusts, I came, digging my nails in his back.

“Fuck,” Taeyong cursed, shouting my name as he shot his load inside of me, collapsing on top of me. We were a breathless mess, our bodies sticking together, but neither of us minded. At this point, we were too spent to care. “You were incredible,” Taeyong whispered as he pulled out, rolling to the side.

“You weren’t that bad yourself,” I panted, giggling, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. Thankfully, Taeyong didn’t pay much attention to my playful jab. “I meant it what I said,” I added, turning around to look at him.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” Taeyong started, staring into my eyes, showing me his sincerity. “I just can’t help myself but get angry when I see him or hear about him,” he continued, and I nodded my head, letting him know I was willing to listen.

I didn’t expect that Taeyong would agree to vent to me, but when he did, I patiently heard him out. After all, I was pretty sure we were at least friends now.

“It all happened about a year ago. We were competing in the same contest, and he made my dance partner quit. Doyoung seduced her, toyed with her, and once the trophy was his, he dumped her. Because of him, I was disqualified, and she quit dance altogether.”

Listen to his story made me both sad and angry. Doyoung had been a dick to interfere like that – he must’ve known he hadn’t stood a chance against them in a fair fight. My blood was boiling in my veins as I put all the pieces together.

Sadness took over next. The way Doyoung had manipulated Taeyong’s dance partner was upsetting. The wound had been cut so deep, she couldn’t have forced herself to keep going. Doyoung had wrecked two lives, and it made my blood boil, too.

“We’re gonna beat him. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we do,” I spoke, reassuring him. It was impossible to tend the wounds, but the least I could do is help Taeyong win. For what he had done, Doyoung deserved punishment. If I were Taeyong, I’d not hesitate to beat him up.

“I hope so,” Taeyong muttered, reaching for my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s still fine if we don’t. I’m pretty sure karma will get to him eventually,” he added with a sigh.

“I’ll work harder,” I declared, feeling an extra wave of determination wash through me. “I’ll try my best,” I said, and Taeyong smiled fondly, content to hear me say it.

“Thanks. It means a lot to me.”

For a while, we were staring at each other. It felt nice and somehow more intimate than all the fucking we had done. If we were in bed, I could do it all night. Unfortunately, we were still lying on the uncomfortable floor.

“Let’s get washed up before we get too sappy,” I added, trying to ease the tension. I really enjoyed it, but it was getting a little too much.

“I hope you don’t mind sharing the shower with me. You know… water bills are a bitch,” Taeyong spoke, and I giggled at his bullshit excuse, finding it incredibly cute, considering what we had been doing a few minutes ago.

“Of course they are,” I deadpanned, chuckling. Though his excuse was lame, I liked Taeyong enough to go with it. “Come on. Let’s go. I don’t want anyone to catch me naked.”

 ***

After that one time at the dance studio, Taeyong and I made it a regular thing. However, we kept it civilized. We wouldn’t jump each other’s bones in the open like animals like we had done the first time. Usually, we would go on small kind-of-dates, which consisted of picking up food, going to my or his place, and then rolling in the sheets.

We were having lots of fun. It was a perfect way to de-stress. After all, the finale was this Saturday, and we were nervous as hell. In all honesty, I was still scared, but these orgasms were numbing my anxiety.

“I think that’s it,” Taeyong spoke, and I smiled brightly, unable to contain my joy. It was the first time Taeyong ever approved of our performance. Most of the time, he was nitpicking, complaining about the slightest mistake, but finally, he was satisfied with it.

I was ecstatic; I never expected to live up to Taeyong’s approval. Through hard work and persistence, I managed to earn his eulogy.

“What should we do now? How about we order some food?” I asked, feeling in a celebratory mood. Maybe it was a little bit too early to drink to this small success, but it’s still worth a shot.

“We should do it again. We should dance it flawlessly at least a couple of hundred consecutive times before celebrating,” Taeyong seriously replied, and I rolled my eyes. Despite his painstaking nature, a couple of hundred times, it was a bit too much. Even for him. “Don’t give me that look. Let’s start again; five, six, seven, eight.”

Though usually, I’d complain and try to force him into a five-minute break, right now, I was oddly energized. We were dancing for the past two hours, and I was panting out of exhaustion. Nevertheless, the thoughts of finally mastering the choreography kept me going.

“I’m pretty good at this,” I confidently commented while roaming my hands across Taeyong’s shoulders before he twirled me around to the rhythm. I could tell that Taeyong was just waiting for an excuse to pause the music and scold me for making a mistake. However, much to his dismay, I executed every move impeccably. “I had a pretty good teacher,” I added, stroking his ego. The D-day was approaching, and Taeyong obviously needed an extra boost of confidence.

“I must admit you were a piece of work. I have no idea what kind of sorcery is this,” Taeyong teased, staring into my eyes. We had practiced the routine plenty of times; we could probably perform it in blindfolds and not make a single mistake. “I must be a magician or something.”

“Don’t push it,” I warned him in a very non-threatening tone, making him smirk. “But it’s only partially your success. Seulgi told me I have the it™ factor,” I proudly said, cracking Taeyong up, messing the choreography. “Is it a student-has-become-the-master kind of moment?” I asked, laughing at Taeyong. For the dance prodigy, he was getting distracted way too easily. It was suspicious.

With a broad smile upon his face, Taeyong grabbed my wrists, making me look at him.

“How about we finish up for today? I have a surprise for you,” Taeyong said, and I cocked my eyebrows, biting my bottom lip. “Not that kind of surprise,” he added, rolling his eyes at me. “We might get it on later, though.”

“What kind of surprise then?”

“Wait a second,” Taeyong spoke, quickly jogging out of the practice room. In a minute, he was back with a garment bag in his hands. “Here, that’s for you. Seulgi came in the morning to drop it off for you,” he explained, and I pulled down the zipper. It was going to be my costume for the contest, and I was curious how it looked.

I was speechless. At first, I thought it was a joke. I wouldn’t be able to perform in that. However, the more I looked at it, the more sense it made. It was a simple white suit shirt, but when mixed with a leather body harness, high-waisted shorts, and boots, it fitted the concept beautifully.

“Do you like it? I thought it was too revealing, but Seulgi insisted you would look amazing in it. I mean… it fits the mood, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we still have some time to find something else,” Taeyong blabbered, and my heart swelled. It was very sweet of him to consider my comfort above anything else.

“It’s skimpy, but it’s fine. I like it,” I replied, having no idea where my confidence was coming from. A few months ago, I’d be anxious to even try it on in the confines of my bedroom. However, now I was planning on showing a lot of skin on national television during prime hours on the weekend. I must’ve gone insane.

“Do you want to try it on?” Taeyong challenged, pulling the hangers out of the bag.

“You mean… here?!”

“Come on, it wouldn’t be the first time you took off your clothes in the middle of the practice room,” Taeyong concluded, smiling at me mischievously.

“Pass,” I firmly rejected his dare, even though it felt tempting. “It’s not fun when I’m doing it alone,” I added, and Taeyong grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, more than ready to discard his clothes in a blink of an eye. “Don’t fool around,” I warned him, placing my hand over his before he managed to take his T-shirt off.

“You’re right. Let’s go to my place first,” Taeyong agreed, zipping the bag before he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the practice room.

 ***

 On the day of the performance, I woke up with a terrible stomach ache. No matter how much fantastic sex Taeyong and I had, I was not mentally prepared to perform in front of the whole nation. I felt sick, almost as if my body was telling me to quit before I’d embarrass myself on national television. Stress was eating me from the inside.

“What are you doing up so early? Let’s go back to bed,” Taeyong purred in his raspy morning voice as he sneaked his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. “You need to be rested before the performance. Trust me, you don’t want a camera to catch you yawning,” he added, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck, breathing hot air against my skin.

“Thanks for giving me one more thing to stress about,” I deadpanned, heaving a deep sigh, staring at the ceiling. It was a mistake. I should have never agreed to Seulgi’s proposition in the first place. What the hell was I thinking? “I think it’s a bad idea. We should quit.”

Taeyong wasn’t in the mood for my nagging so early in the morning; he was having none of it. “You’re being ridiculous. We’ve practiced so much. We’re gonna win it with ease,” he declared, pressing a featherlike kiss against my jaw. “But for real,” he added, climbing on top of me, trapping me between his thighs, “we’re going to win. And even if we don’t, it’s fine. Really, if somehow we lose to Doyoung and his partner, I’ll just punch him backstage.”

“How can you say that?” I said with a sigh, running my hands across his thighs, finding it rather calming. ��I know you said we should rest, but how about…” I trailed, and Taeyong smiled before eagerly capturing my lips, reading me like an open book.

“Say no more,” Taeyong whispered before his hands traveled under my shirt.

Unfortunately, Taeyong’s phone started buzzing on the nightstand before he managed to pull my panties down. With a groan, he extended his arm, staring at the screen.

“It’s Seulgi.”

“What are you waiting for? It’s her wedding day. Pick it up,” I yelled at him as I fell on the pillow, admiring his handsome face when he was talking to Seulgi.

“Please, not you, too,” he barked, rubbing his face in annoyance. Though I barely could make out what she was saying, I figured this much Seulgi and I were suffering from the same stress-fuelled illness. It was her wedding day, after all. Even if it was obvious she loved Irene with a burning passion, she wasn’t immune to pre-wedding anxiety.

Seulgi was talking her stress away, and Taeyong just hummed and nodded his head, registering her words. For some reason, the pressure didn’t seem to bother Taeyong at all. It was weird, but at least he was the voice of reason, which could help me and Seulgi cope.

“Breath in, breath out,” Taeyong spoke when Seulgi made a pause long enough for him to interject. “I know it’s a big deal, but there’s nothing to worry about. You’re getting married to Irene. You love her so much,” Taeyong reminded her, winking at me, expecting Seulgi to end the call soon. “Everybody’s a little nervous; it’s completely normal.”

It was beautiful how close Taeyong and Seulgi were. They had each other’s backs in all types of situations.

About ten minutes later, Seulgi finally calmed down. Taeyong’s reassuring words swept the anxiety away, and she was more than ready to get married to the love of her life.

Once Seulgi hung up, Taeyong threw his phone on the bed and secured my legs around his hips before he leaned forward, giving me a quick kiss. “Seulgi says hi, by the way,” he added, sneaking his hand under the hem of my panties.

“What?”

“What do you mean what?” Taeyong looked down at me, creasing his eyebrows in confusion.

“She knows?” I yelled, unable to comprehend how, on Earth, Seulgi figured out I was in Taeyong’s bed. She couldn’t know. She wasn’t even there when our romance bloomed. “How?”

“Yeah, is it a bad thing, though? You didn’t want to fuck me in secret, did you?” Taeyong challenged, not really answering my inquiry. Did Seulgi figure it out on her own? Or did Taeyong told her about us? And, the biggest question mark was: what were we to begin with? “Seulgi must have some sort of sixth sense. She was bothering me about the sexual tension between us since day one of your training.”

“I wouldn’t call it sexual tension per se, but there was something going on,” I replied, reminiscing how rocky our beginning was. “But I think we were interrupted…” I reminded him, and Taeyong with a playful smirk on his face dived right between my thighs.

 ***

 The streaming should begin at 8 p.m., but we had to arrive before 5 p.m., so the make-up artists and stylists could prepare us for the performance. Sitting in that chair and waiting for all pampering to be over with was stressful as fuck. I tried to preoccupy myself with an idea of Taeyong, but whenever someone threw a question in my direction, I was being pulled out of my train of happy thoughts.

I wanted to get on the stage and be done with it. Unfortunately, whoever funded that contest didn’t think of the mental health of its participants when making today’s schedule.

Punctually, the show began its transmission at 8 o’clock. However, at the very beginning, the MC had to introduce all sponsors. Going through them took him about twenty minutes. Then, they interviewed some of the eliminated dancers, asking them questions either about their experience in the competition or simply who they thought would win.

Later, they decided to rewind the contestants’ moments in the show. At first, they showed Doyoung and his partner, and a few experts analyzed their performance, wondering what the odds of them winning were.

When the host announced the rewind of Taeyong’s and Seulgi’s stages, the jury only talked about the sudden switch up, confirming it was the first time it ever happened in the grand finale. It startled a lot of people why would Seulgi drop out, but Taeyong explained it in a brief interview.

“It was a crazy coincidence, but Seulgi couldn’t participate today because she is getting married today,” Taeyong revealed, and the audience cooed loudly, obviously supporting her choice. “I was stressed at first, but Seulgi found an amazing dancer to take her spot. She really chose well,” he added, and I looked at him, trying not to cry in front of everyone.

It was almost impossible to fish out a compliment from Taeyong during practice, but right now, he did it on his own accord, melting my heart with his words.

“Everybody is dying to know more about your partner,” the MC started, shifting his attention to me. I didn’t particularly like to be put in the spotlight, but before I managed to spit some nonsense, Taeyong butt in, rescuing the day.

“Although she doesn’t have much experience in dance competitions, I think she’s a great dancer. To think of it, she is my secret weapon,” Taeyong added, and I almost ran into his arms, feeling too overwhelmed by his speech.

“Alright then, let’s see what you got after a short commercial break,” the MC cheerfully announced before I bolted out of the stage as I felt the stress crept into my head.

“Calm down,” Taeyong softly spoke as he approached me, holding my hand, drawing circles with his thumb. “You’ve got this. Just focus on me,” he added, flashing me a reassuring smile before kissing my knuckles.

“Awww… isn’t it adorable?” Someone snickered, and I didn’t need to turn my head around to know it was Doyoung. He was like a venomous snake, trying to sneak into our subconscious and make us even more anxious. It couldn’t be fair play.

“Buzz off,” I barked as I didn’t want to let him tick Taeyong off. Taeyong was my safety pin, and I didn’t want him to go full rage on Doyoung. Their backstage battle would make it to the news, but I’d rather prevent it from happening.

“With Seulgi on your arm, I was giving you a five percent chance of winning,” Doyoung started, ignoring my warning. “Now, when she’s gone, I won’t even have fun beating you on the stage,” he added, and I almost surged forward to punch him. If it wasn’t for Taeyong, who held me in my place, I’d definitely rearranged Doyoung’s face.

“Don’t let him get into your head,” Taeyong whispered into my ear, and I nodded my head, sighing. Then, it struck me. Doyoung’s motive wasn’t to mess with Taeyong but with me. He knew I was the weakest link, and he wanted to guarantee his victory by making me doubt myself. His words rung in my head, but one look at Taeyong helped me relax. We had practiced it a thousand times; there was not a chance I would make a mistake.

“Come on. Let’s go. They’re calling us out,” Taeyong mused, pulling me towards the stage.

The silence filled the auditorium when we got on the stage, taking our respective places. I stole a glance at Taeyong – he was mouthing words of encouragement seconds before the MC announced our performance.

I can hear it callin'

Loving the way you wanna talk

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

Callin', something in the way you wanna talk

On two sides of the stage, we moved to the rhythm, telling the story of two strangers lusting over each other from afar. With hunger in our eyes, we tried to seduce each other with sharp movements, showcasing our attributes.

You got me sayin', you got me sayin'

How you doing? Tell me what's your name (Ey, tell me what's your name?)

What's your sign? Feeling like you are into me

Taeyong ran up to me like a man enchanted by the siren’s voice, rolling his body against mine. It was his moment to shine; everybody’s eyes were on him as he owned the stage with his overflowing charisma.

Baby, we're two distant strangers

I know you don't speak my language

But I love the way she's talking to me (Talking to me)

I can hear it callin' from where you are

Loving the way you wanna talk

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

It was a classic game of cat and mouse. Though our bodies were so close to each other, we moved in perfect synchronization, careful not to brush against each other. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and the feeling of yearning was visible from the very last row.

Max, max, max, we can have it all (To the max)

If you back, back, back, back, back it up (Back it, back it)I'll take you where you wanna, got the gas in the tank (Wow)

If you really wanna make it last (Git, git, git)

Finally, as the song slowly progressed to the end, we were showing intense frustration. We were portraying two individuals, yearning for intimate contact, who were hastily losing their minds over uncontrollable passion.

I can hear it callin' from where you are (Callin', woo)

Loving the way you wanna talk (Love the way you talk)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up (Yeah, yeah)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

The song was to end soon. The last chorus rolled in – it was our cue. After all teasing, we finally made the connection, ready to combust out of raw craze. After three minutes of painful longing, we were to reach completion.

I can hear it callin' from where you are (Callin', woo)

Loving the way you wanna talk (Love the way you talk)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up (Yeah, yeah)

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

It was all or nothing. We were finally together, touching each other with fervor.  The audience was eating our performance up – particularly when Taeyong showcased his flexibility and body control.

Tell me how you like it babe (How you)

I don't even know your name (How you, ey)

I love the way you're talking to me

It was finally time to finish our performance with a bang; we needed to show something spectacular, something Doyoung wouldn’t ever think about. As the singer began the last verse, it was my cue to run into Taeyong’s embrace. The second the last syllable rolled of the singer’s tongue, Taeyong caught me in his arms, and the lights went out to add a dramatic twist to our performance.

For a while, the audience was silent. However, a few seconds later, they roared in excitement, clapping loudly, showing how much they enjoyed our stage.

The MC was congratulating us, but I was too thrilled to register his words. I still couldn’t believe I performed on national television and didn’t trip and smash my face.

I had no idea how I found myself backstage, but there was a high chance Taeyong led me off the stage. I was too overwhelmed to do it on my own.

I even forgot that Johnny, together with Yeri – the love of his week, had backstage passes. I only remembered that when he wrapped his arms around me in a bear hug, congratulating me.

“You gotta quit that office job and start dancing professionally,” Johnny ordered, and I smiled, glad that he enjoyed my performance. “We both gotta quit. You’ll be dancing, and I’ll be a badass FBI agent.”

“You two were great,” Yeri politely said when Johnny let me go. “Thank you so much for letting me backstage.”

“No problem,” Taeyong replied as he grabbed my shaking hands. “Are you okay?” He asked, cupping my face, making me look at him. “You rocked the stage,” he added before he leaned forward to peck my lips.

Ignoring Johnny’s perplexed expression, I wrapped my arms around Taeyong in a comfortable hug. I hadn’t suitably introduced Johnny to the concept of me dating Taeyong, but hopefully, our interaction got the message across.

Emotions were slowly fading away, but I still needed Taeyong’s support. I was a rookie, and I had no experience with this type of stress. Something was calming about Taeyong’s aura; I couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but I wasn’t going to question it.

“Anticipation is killing me,” I muttered against his skin. “Can he already go on that fucking stage?” I yelled, wondering why Doyoung’s performance didn’t start yet. I knew the MC was building up tension, but it was too much for me to handle.

“We could always skip,” Taeyong casually spoke, and I pulled away to look at him. What the hell was he talking about? I hadn’t agreed to help him out, so we didn’t wait until the end. “If we lose, we lose. If we win, your friend can accept the prize, can’t he?”

“Are you insane?”

“Maybe a little bit,” he answered with a bright smile, brushing stray hair off my forehead. “I just want to know the result already so we can go to Seulgi’s wedding and congratulate them,” he added, and I nodded my head. Though we couldn’t participate during the ceremony, the least we could do was to show up ridiculously late to the reception.

“Can they hurry the fuck up now?” I craned my neck, trying to find Doyoung and his partner. They were arguing about something right behind the curtain. Everything seemed they weren’t in the right headspace.

“I don’t think I want to see their performance,” Taeyong whispered, tightening his grasp on my waist. “How about a quickie in the dressing room? What do you say?” He proposed, and I smacked him, telling him to behave. It was tempting, but we really shouldn’t. I wouldn’t walk up that stage with messed-up post-sex hair.

“Get a grip,” I added, gently elbowing him. “Let’s just hit the snack table. I am hungry,” I spoke, pulling him away when the MC invited Doyoung and his dance partner onto the stage.

While munching on snacks, we stared at each other fondly. In some weird way, we were helping each other cope with anticipation and stress. Though it was tempting to check out their performance, we decided it was for the better if we didn’t.

They performed to “Hips Don’t Lie,” and it was almost impossible to turn my head around to check out Doyoung’s sick moves. Having considered all the videos I had seen of him, I was sure he looked gorgeous.

“What about a little peek?” Taeyong questioned, unable to control his urge to see his rival’s performance. “I thought I could endure it, but I can’t,” he added, and I nodded, giving in. Instantly, we ran to the nearest screen to watch their stage.

It was everything I imagined. Their moves were executed with precision and grace, but entertainment-wise, I was bored. They had the skills, but something about the general concept didn’t fulfill my expectations.

No matter how great of a dancer Doyoung was, he just could not pull this song off as the original artist did. Regardless of how hard he swayed his hips, it just didn’t live up to its potential. Though I wasn’t educated enough to give an honest review, it felt meh.

The audience in the studio whistled and shouted once they finished their performance, giving them a round of applause. With genuine smiles, Doyoung and his partner bowed before they ran off the stage.

Now, only thirty minutes of aggressive advertising, and we would know the winner.

“Is it too late to agree to that quickie?”

“You should’ve said so earlier,” Taeyong answered with an innocent smile as he reached to hold my hand. “The best I can do is cuddles,” he added, leading me to the couch, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. “It feels nice.”

“It does, but it doesn’t take my mind off things like a quickie would.”

“Don’t even try. I am not going on that stage with a boner in my pants,” Taeyong warned, peeling my hand off his thigh, pressing a delicate kiss against my knuckles.

Though it wasn’t as preoccupying as sex, it was still nice. And most importantly, it took our minds off the unbearable anticipation. A staff member actually needed to gently shake Taeyong’s shoulder to remind us that the MC was calling us to the stage.

Taeyong’s hand didn’t leave mine once we were waiting for the big reveal. It was fine if we lost. Next year, Seulgi and Taeyong would definitely make it to the top.

When the MC announced the winner, a few confetti bombs exploded. The audience roared in excitement, but I had no clue what was going on. Uncertainty was over – one of us won.

Stress, anticipation, and anxiety slowed down my reactions. However, I figured it would be weird if Taeyong picked me up and spun me around in his arms if we lost. It could only mean one thing – we did it.

We won.

Taeyong’s acceptance speech was short and simple. He thanked everyone who succored him discover his passion for dancing, who supported him throughout his dream, who directly helped him get this far, and me.

When I was handed the microphone for the first time that evening, I basically rephrased Taeyong words. Maybe it wasn’t my dream, but it felt damn good to assist Taeyong in achieving his. It was a bumpy road, but overall, it was all worth it.

The MC handed me a statue after shaking my hand, congratulating me once more. Taeyong, on the other hand, was gifted a huge check for 20 thousand dollars.

“Let’s go,” Taeyong whispered to me, running off the stage with me.

 ***

It was shortly before midnight when the Uber parked in front of the hotel where Seulgi’s and Irene’s reception took place. It was beautifully decorated with lights and flowers, making it look like a magical castle.

Though the security didn’t want to grant entrance, one of Seulgi’s aunts recognized Taeyong and told the man to let us in. She was nice enough to help us out, but she still found some time to glance disapprovingly at my stage costume. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gossiped to her entire family I was a prostitute.

As soon as we walked into the ballroom, Seulgi noticed us. She was sitting by the table, eating the wedding cake with Irene. In an instant, she rose from her chair and ran up to us, throwing herself on Taeyong’s neck.

“You won! I knew it!” She shouted as she gave Taeyong a bone-crushing hug. “Irene and I sneaked out for a while to watch your performance. You smashed them,” Seulgi added before she turned to me, congratulating me too.

“You were amazing,” Irene approached us, sending a polite smile. Unlike Seulgi, Irene was much calmer and collected.

“You are finally married,” Taeyong spoke, beaming. “You better have everything recorded. I gotta know every embarrassing thing that I missed,” he added in a teasing manner, earning a playful jab from Seulgi. “I bet you cried during your vows.”

“Congratulations,” I chimed in, breaking their friendly banter before it properly started. It was Seulgi’s wedding day, after all.

After we caught up, Seulgi and Irene walked off to the dance floor, leaving us by the table alone. For a while, we admired them. They looked absolutely stunning in their white suits, dancing, basking in happiness.

“Do you know where the gifts are held?” I inquired suddenly, looking around.

“Why? Did you have time to get them anything?” Taeyong asked before he stuffed his mouth with a chocolate glazed strawberry. “Or are you thinking of stealing some?”

“I just want to give them my part of the prize,” I started, making Taeyong choke on the fruit. “Seulgi’s the rightful winner, and I think it’s only right.”

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of money.”

“Yeah, I know, but I really want to do that,” I replied, fiddling with my fingers. “I don’t need this money, so I want to give it to her.”

“You’re so hot right now,” Taeyong said, making me turn my head in embarrassment. “If that’s what you really want to do, do it. But remember, you earned it.”

“I am sure.”

“Then let me spoil you with my prize,” Taeyong offered, staring into my eyes. At first, I thought he was joking, but when his gaze didn’t even falter, I understood how serious he was. “Well… look at that. What are the odds?” Taeyong spoke as a familiar melody echoed within the walls of the grand ballroom. “It’s our song. Shall we dance?”

Having glanced at Seulgi, who whispered something to the DJ, I smiled at Taeyong. Though I was sick and tired of Love Talk already, it was kind of our song. We had been listening to this song too much, and regardless of how good it was, the prospect of it being our anthem terrified me.

“One last time,” I gave in, accepting Taeyong’s invitation, letting him lead me to the dance floor. Despite having mastered the choreography to it, I just wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly waltzing to it.

“That’s nothing like we practiced,” Taeyong pinpointed, and I chuckled, shaking my head. “I don’t mind, though. It’s comfy,” he added as his hands found purchase on my hips.

“Seulgi doesn’t look pleased. She didn’t expect us to perform, did she?” I whispered into Taeyong’s ear, hugging him closer. “Also, it can’t be our song. We have to change it; the sooner, the better,” I complained, but Taeyong just chuckled into my ear, humming softly.

Instead of giving me an actual answer, Taeyong decided to sing it.

“I love the way you're talking to me.”

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Touched

A Duff McKagan smut One Shot

Prompt: You go to a concert with one of your friends and band mates, who's having a thing with no other than the band's guitarist Slash. After the show you get to meet Duff McKagen and somehow end up having your first time with him.

MASTERLIST

Warning: sex (duh)

"They're good aren't they?", Y/F/N shouted over the loud music. "Amazing!" "Told ya!"

We were dancing along to the loud music and enjoying ourselves. It had taken her quite some time to convince me to come with her instead of heading for the Troubadour with our other two band mates. Apparently coming with my bassist had been the right choice though.

After a world tour, a successful album and quite a bit more money in my bank account than before we had left LA, I still felt more at home right here. In a rundown club on the strip with a still upcoming rock band on stage.

Y/F/N and I had fit in perfectly. Nobody would recognize just the two of us having a great time and getting drunk. Except maybe the group of aspiring musicians and rising rock bands of the strip. In this circle everyone knew everyone, knew in which bands they had played, who they were associated with, had partied together before and so on and so forth.

That was exactly the reason why we had ended up here. The lead guitarist used to play in a band called Road Crew and had surely attended one of the parties at our trailer before. Y/F/N knew him and she had told me he was in a new band that was very close on getting a record deal. "You gotta check them out! Heard they're fuckin good", had been the argument that had won me over in the end. Not so much her initial reason to come here. That being the fact that apparently the guy had been an awesome fuck and she wanted to get laid by him again.

Now being here, I didn't regret it. I was having fun! And I was back in my usual habitat and in a situation that was familiar. If after the concert she wanted to leave with her black haired curly-head she was free to do so. Either I'd bump into someone I knew or would simply head home and call it a night.

The singer seemed familiar as well and if I remembered correctly Nikki had left his ass outside at one of their parties.

"Yo, what's the lead singer's name again?", I asked Y/F/N. "Oh that's Axl. Hollywood Rose, remember?" "Oh yea, right!"

I got why those boys were apparently very close to making it. Shit, was Guns n' Rosesgood!

Y/F/N had successfully gotten us all the way through the crowd to the stage, where we danced and sang along some more until the band was finished.

A few moments after the last song had ended the club put on some generic rock music and blasted them through the speakers.

"You gonna head backstage or wait here?" This wasn't the type of club in which the band would go off stage and head backstage never to be seen again. They had a small room for all of them to change and would then most likely come out to party. I knew, because we had played here before.

"He saw me, so trust me, he's gonna come to me", she grinned, and I once again admired her confidence.

It didn't take too long before Slash really showed up. He greeted me as well and congratulated on our album, so I told him what a sick guitar player he is. I give credit where it's due.

But I also understood that it was probably best for me to piss off now. So that's what I did. I figured I'd get one last drink and keep my eyes open in case of seeing anybody I knew. And for real I spotted a few people I knew from college who quickly waved me over.

After telling them the generic shit everybody wanted to know coming back from tour, it actually turned into a lot of fun to party with them. No coke but sure as hell a lot of alcohol.

It was hours later when they decided to leave and I had actually planned to leave with them

when I spotted a barkeeper, I knew. He had also attended a bunch of our parties and was a cool guy. So I sat down at the bar and joked around with him some more as the club kept getting emptier.

The club surely was anything but empty at one point, neither was it packed. It wasn't so crowded anymore, and I had completely lost track of time when someone sat down on the barstool next to me.

I didn't pay much attention and simply took another sip from my vodka lemon until he said: "You know, your friend's already gone, right?"

I turned to face him and recognized him as one of Slash's band members, right after I had been speechless for a moment because of how handsome he was.

"Yea, I know", I nodded and added grinning: "So is your guitarist, right?" "Obviously", he answered laughing: "Should've seen him backstage after the concert, couldn't get to her fast enough!" I joined his laughter, finished my drink and looked around. "Your remaining band member's left with a groupie as well, huh?" "No, fuckin idea where they are", he smiled and waved over to Jimmy, the barkeeper: "Another one of these for the little Rockstar here and I take whatever she has."

"Thank you", I told him with a soft smile. He waved it off: "I'm Duff McKagan by the way." "Y/N Y/L/N", I replied. "I know, was at one of your trailer parties before ya guys became famous." "Oh were you?", I asked surprised. I would've bet I'd recognize such a pretty face. Blond, tall, bassist. I was in fuckin heaven.

"You then ones with the trailer with the IV in the living room, right?" "Yupp, that's us", I nodded with a smirk: "Then I'm sorry for not recognizing you..."

"Don't worry bout it", he smiled: "Doubt we got the chance to talk...not that I wouldn't have wanted to..."

"We should have! Then I probably would've listened to you guys sooner! And Oh. My. God. You're amazing!", I gushed excitedly. "Thanks! Hoping it'll get us where you are now." "You'd have to be a complete idiot not to fuckin sign you!"

"I fucking hope so", he sighed and took a big gulp from his vodka: "You the song writer, right?" He suddenly changed the topic.

"Yes, why?" "I dunno", he shrugged: "When I first saw your music video on TV I couldn't help but fuckin wonder what complete asshole hurt this beautiful girl..."

His words hit me like a fucking train, because they reminded me of my former best friend Nikki Sixx, whom I had been stupid enough to fall for, but soon my drunken brain focused on something else: He thought I was beautiful...

"An asshole that's no longer a problem", I laughed. "Well cheers to that", the blond guy smirked and clicked our glasses: "Lucky me."

I returned his smirk and soon felt his hand on my thigh.

"How come you didn't leave with a groupie?", I tease him and sip on my glass. "Not my thing..." "What an utter liar", I thought. "And also", he went on: "I saw you in the crowd dancing next to your friend and knew exactly who to go for."

The way he looked into my eyes send chills through my body and I quickly took another sip from my drink.

"You alright?", Jimmy asked from further away to make sure I was fine, and I quickly nodded.

"You're pretty confident, huh?", I asked Duff. "Why?" "Well, what if that one girl you decided to go for wasn't interested?", I teased him.

Was I interested? I mean...damn he was hot and watching him on stage had been hot! His touch on my thigh made me feel hot! But for fuck's sake I didn't knowhim!

"That would be pretty sad for both of us", he shrugged and winked at me before looking at his glass and away from me.

Was he right? God, I could already feel the heat inside of me rising and a quiet voice in the back of my head reminded me that I had seen him shirtless on stage and wondered what it would feel like to touch him.

But damn it, I was drunk!

He lit a cigarette and I gave my everything not to stare at his lips for longer.

"I liked you better when you were funny and not seductive", I shrugged as well with a smirk and made him laugh. "Ouch, thanks!", he replied smiling: "In that case you'd have loved to see me lookin like an idiot when I got to Slash and your friend hours ago just to realize your gone."

"Maybe you should've hurried more, you know, the way your friend Slash did", I teased him more and calmed my nerves.

"He's just a funny guy", I told myself: "Joke around with him some more and then get your ass back home."

"Well, in the end you waited here for me anyway." "Rockstars don't wait for anyone", I joked and took the cigarette from him to take a drag as well. I could tell he was staring at my lips this time but was ripped out of his thoughts when I handed it back.

He cleared his throat and said: "Always wanted to fuck a rockstar."

I almost choked on my drink. That was my sign. The cards were on the table. I should tell him that this certainly wouldn't be the night he'd get what he wants and leave! But I was curious... so damn curious...

I couldn't deny that I was attracted to him! Maybe I could at least make out with him...find out what his lips felt like...there was nothing wrong about that.

"That's what the girls always tell you?", I tried to mock him but was too nervous to sound convincing. "You're quite a joker, huh?" "At least tryin to..."

"It's cute", he admitted. "Good, because I never run out of stupid jokes..."

"Trust me, I'd know a way or two to shut you up", he grinned to himself and took a last drag before he stubbed the cigarette out.

God, his words went straight to my core and put pictures in my head I hated but at the same time desperately wanted to happen. I wanted to find out what he wanted to do!

"Ya know what I always wanted to find out?", I asked without thinking about it twice. "What is it, gorgeous?" "If it's true that bass players don't just have skilled fingers when it comes to playin instruments."

I cracked the joke before I had thought about it. Why? Because I always had to listen to idiots tell me that and because I somehow really wanted to find out.

His smirk grew winder than I had seen it all night and it made me knees weak. "I can definitely show ya that."

"How about you first make me shut up?"

I had barely finished my sentence before I felt his free hand in my neck and soon enough his lips on mine.

I felt like melting right then and there! His lips moving against mine felt so good! But what started as a rather innocent kiss quickly became more heated. I grabbed the hem of his leather jacket, not to pull him closer but because I needed to hold on to something, anything."

His lips were moving against mine before he gently captured my lower lip with his. It was hard not too moan on the spot! And even harder when I tasted his tongue.

I damned those stupid barstools! I wanted him closer, needed him closer.

When we finally separated again my entire body was totally antsy!

"Speechless?", he asked teasingly. God, he was so damn hot!

I tried to think of something witty and fun, but I couldn't summon a single proper thought.

"You know...to prove the other thing we should probably move this somewhere more private...", he whispered into my ear and hadn't goose pumps already covered my entire body they definitely would have after he seductively kissed my neck.

I should tell him no. I should move my fucking ass back home.

But when he leaned back again and all I could think about was how I buried my fingers in his blond hair, I just nodded...

He had his arm around my waist when he let me out of the club and down strip. It was still dark and it wasn't hard to tell that there were still a bunch of parties going on in other places as well. Like I said, I had long lost my sense for time.

"My place ain't far from here", he told me and I nodded. Excitement was bubbling inside of me and gosh, I couldn't wait to kiss him again!

All worries and negative thoughts had been long gone as we walked through the cold night. I kept looking at him from the side and tried to hide the excited smirk on my lips. But

damn, he was even taller than I had guessed and looked so handsome in the dim glow of the streetlights.

I didn't know what to say. Where words needed?

I realized how he eyed me as well and a smug smile appeared on his lips. Shit, I wanted him. I had never felt this need for someone before, but I had also never allowed myself to get this carried away.

I bit my lower lip and tried to clear my thoughts but that attempt was quickly thrown completely over board when he suddenly pressed my back against the closest wall and kissed me. The kiss almost took my breath away.

Here I was standing on the strip with my back against the wall of some club and making out with a complete stranger. And it felt so right.

"Duff", I whimpered against his lips in a needy tone. "We should probably keep going, huh?", he smirked a little out of breath himself. "Except you consider this somewhere more private", I said with a grin on my lips but felt how he led me on with his arm around my hips once again.

"Wouldn't mind", he shrugged and lit another cigarette: "But I wanna take my time with you."

I swallowed hard and accepted the cigarette he wanted to share with me.

The next five minutes of us walking passed mainly without much talking but then I found myself in his one-bedroom apartment.

Alone with him now I felt the nervousness set back in.

So this was how it's gonna be?

"You want somethin to drink or anything?", he asked from behind me and I shook my head. Soon I felt him against my back with his arms around my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder.

I suppressed the low moan that had wanted to escape my lips and simply leaned back against him.

He had soon gripped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. A shiver ran through me but his warm hands that travelled my body soothed me and quickly found the clasp of my bra and opened it.

He was still kissing my neck when he whispered: "Turn around to me." I obeyed immediately.

The sight of my bare breasts exposed before him made him fight to contain his arousal as he hardened in his boxers. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my nipple. He sucked gently and I failed to find something to hold onto.

It was weird to be almost naked in front of him while he was still fully dressed, at the same time it made me feel excited.

"Get on the bed, I got something to prove", the blond haired told me smirking and I nodded. I tried not to run to the bed and could barely believe how caught up in the moment I was. My entire mind was foggy!

I watched him take off his leather jacket before he walked over to me and moved my thighs apart so he could lay down between them.

I could feel him hard against my center through our clothes but before the nervousness consumed me he had his lips on mine again and consumed my senses instead.

His body was pressed against mine and he traced his fingers down my body. He stroked over my thighs and spread them even more before moving to my panties.

Through the fabric he pressed his hand against me and gently rubbed me. A soft moan left my lips and I stirred underneath him and spread my legs further. Duff smirked against my breats and took my nipple in his mouth again as he began to rub me through my panties. His fingers ran over my slit as heat began to pool and I whimpered.

"Duff", I moaned softly.

He pulled away from my titts and brought his lips to mine while his fingers rubbed at my clit.

My eyes were closed, and I was lost in the moment, but I managed to bring my hand to his head and tangled my fingers in his blond, long hair. My lips parted as another soft moan left them and Duff pushed his tongue inside my mouth, massaging my tongue with his own.

His fingers were moving in circles over my clit and I whimpered against his lips as my panties became more soaked with each move he made.

I moaned and writhed on the bed as his hand travelled beneath my panties. Both of us moaned as he ran his middle finger between my folds, feeling how wet I was.

I whined his name again and lifted my hips to meet his hand.

He pushed his erection against my thigh and instinctively I reached down and stroked him through his pants.

"God you’re so wet for me", he growled in in my ear.

I bit my lip and raised my hips when suddenly he pulled away from me.

He knelt on the bed and smirked at me before ripping my panties down my thighs and tossing them to the floor.

My heart felt like it was about to pump out of my fucking chest.

He moved between my legs and crashed his lips against mine.

His fingers made their way back to my core and he pushed his middle finger inside me with ease, making me gasp.

"You want me to fuck you?", he pulled his finger out teasingly slow.

I bit your lip and without thinking I nodded as he pushed his finger back in.

He added a second finger, stretching me slowly: "But not yet."

He pulled his fingers away and I whined at the emptiness. But before I could protest Duff spread my legs apart and laid between them.

He ran the flat of his tongue along my slit, making me gasp and clutch at the sheets.

His tongue ran over my clit in two slow strokes.

I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and let out a moan.

His tongue ran over my clit in slow circles and he reached his hands up to squeeze my breasts. When he sucked at my clit I let out another moan into my hand and Duff pulled away.

"Oh No, baby", he told me and moved my hand from my mouth: "I wanna hear you."

I bit my lip and watched as he went back to his slow licks and his eyes never left mine as he ran his tongue over me. I felt like I was burning.

I squeezed my eyes shut and reached down, wrapping my fingers in his blond hair and raised my hips to meet him. He pulled back, only slightly and ran his fingers over my slit. He let out a growl as he watched, pushing two fingers into your throbbing pussy.

"Duff", I gasped and already felt extremely full. "Don't panic", I told myself and threw all worries away when he began to pump his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first before he increased his speed.

"You like that, baby girl?"

I moaned in response and he stopped his movements. He sucked at my clit and the change in pleasure made me squirm.

I whined and lifted my hips to meet the strokes of his tongue.

He moaned against me and the vibrations sent pleasure soaring through my veins. He began pumping his fingers once more, curling them against my wall and rubbing against my gspot.

I writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets because of the amount of pleasure.

"Fuck..."

"You gonna cum for me doll?", he growled against me.

I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as my orgasm coursed through me. MY walls clenched around his skilled fingers and his tongue didn’t stop running over your clit, making my legs tremble.

When my orgasm started to slow down he got up and took his clothes off, throwing them anywhere. Before he sat back down between my thighs, I watched him put on a condom through barely open eyelids.

Without a warning and therefor without giving me the time to over think this he plunged his cock into me. I gasped at his size and raked my nails down his back.

The pain was sharp and unknown.

"God you feel so good baby."

He crashed his lips against mine, stifling my moan as he pulled out of me slowly.

"So tight." He pushed into me again. I was frowning and pushed my eyes closed as I was trying to adjust to him. Fuck, he felt so good at the same time this hurt so bad but in the best way possible.

I moaned and ran my hands over his back as he set a pace with deep and slow thrusts. He wanted me to feel every inch of him entering me and he lost himself in the little whimpers I made as he pushed into me. After a few more thrusts when the pain was starting to die down, he pulled out of me and knelt on the bed.

"Rollover", he ordered.

I bit my lip and obeyed, kneeling in front of him on all fours. Duff let out a breath as he looked at my ass.

I felt him run his cock over my center before he pushed into me once more.

"Duff...", I hissed.

His change of angle set a whole new sense of pleasure and he set a faster pace. It hurt but felt so good... His cock slammed into me and I collapsed against the mattress, falling onto my elbows, arching my back more in doing so.

He brought his hand down swiftly, slapping my ass and making me gasp.

Duff gripped my hips and I moaned between breaths as he picked up a fast and hard pace, slamming into me hard and fast. He leaned forward and pulled my hair into a ponytail, his thrusts never slowing down. With a gentle tug at my hair he pulled me back onto all fours and with his spare hand he reached under me.

His fingers found my clit and he rubbed clumsy circles. I bit my lip, trying to contain my moans and arched my back. He leant over me, his breath on my shoulder and hearing his staggered breathing sent me into overdrive. He released his grip in my hair only to wrap his hand around your throat gently and pull me back enough so he could turn my head around to kiss him. Just what I needed.

"You gonna cum for me?"

I attempted to nod, which proved difficult with his grip on my throat. He didn't wait for an answer though and rubbed his fingers over my clit faster.

"Cum for me, babygirl."

I lost all control, my eyes rolling back as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending shivers all over my skin. His pace was sloppy now and I knew he was almost ready as well. He slowly pulled away and turned on his back so I knelt down on wobbly legs. I removed the condom and licked along his throbbing cock and he let out a low moan. I took him as deep as I could and began to suck him off until he grasped his cock and pumped it a few times before coming in my mouth.

I swallowed his load and his deep moans send a few last chills through me.

Both of us collapsed against the sheets, a sheer layer of sweat covering my skin as I tried to catch my breath.

"Shit that was good", he exhaled and placed a lazy kiss on my shoulder. "Yes, it was", I thought and grinned to myself, trying to process what had happened.

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