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thatsdemko · 11 months

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you belong with me - l.hamilton

t- swift inspired works masterlist

full masterlist & part two full masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: hints of jealousy

a/n: I SEE TAYLOR SWIFT TODAY!!! so in typical fashion, here’s a Taylor swift inspired work!

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Lewis Hamilton is known for his infamous amounts of connections. from the Latina pop singer shakira all the way to lebron james; Lewis Hamilton has connections and it’s no surprise to you that he’d date someone famous.

you expected it this whole, having grown up with him you know him from his favorite songs, to the wild dreams he’s had as a kid. he didn’t tell this stuff to just anyone, only his best friend. and that’s all you’ve ever known yourself to be.

Lewis Hamiltons best friend.

the girl on the phone that’s got him upset doesn’t know that he can’t live without looking at photo of Roscoe before bed. she doesn’t know he’s accidentally called your mom his mother. and she most certainly does not know that you dream of being his. you keep that to yourself.

it’s almost slipped. constructors cups, world championships, or pole positions. they’ve all almost led to those words sneaking out your lips.

you were so sure he didn’t feel the same way. he didn’t look at you like he did with Versace models or when dua lipa asked him for photo. you politely stand to the side with a smile on your face as the cameras flash into his sunglasses. why can’t that be you by his side? why cant you just toughen up and tell him?

oh that’s right, because he’s in love with another girl.

—

“hey, sorry about last night. I really let that argument get out of control.” he plops down on the patio furniture. he places a friendly pat against your thigh before quickly pulling his hands into his lap, “we worked things out now, she’s coming in tomorrow.”

“for the race?” you ask beginning to fiddle with the cap on your water bottle. you weren’t opposed to his new girlfriend joining you in the paddock, but you certainly wouldn’t be joining her in the garage. not with the way she made him feel yesterday.

he nods wrapping his arm around the back of the cushions, pulling himself closer to you, “I think you guys will get along. will you promise to be nice to her?”

“lew, of course I will.”

he laughs, “and don’t call me that in front of her. I’m really trying to impress, I think she could be the one.” his elbow nudges your arm, jokingly. he always loves the nicknames, especially since that one was from childhood when the letter ‘s’ was hard for you.

“I’ll call you whatever I want to.” you let out a hmph as you lean further against the cushions, slightly into his arms trying to pass on the hint. you’re sure he doesn’t notice it, he hasn’t for all these years what will change?

—

she shows up decked in Gucci and Louis Vuitton, things you could never afford. you feel small and out of place beside her, in your jean shorts and one of Lewis’ old Mercedes t-shirts. your personalities are so different, and maybe she was more fit for him. after all, they did meet at a fashion show and you met him on the playground kicking up dirt.

“good luck!” she calls out from beside you, arm waving in the air trying to catch his attention, but it’s useless. he’s too zoned in to pay attention, the race is the only thing that matters to him in this moment.

the only person he locks eyes with, is you. it’s usually right before he slides the visor down and he always does it. you never miss a race, which means he never gets superstitious, but today you’re not there. your placement is somebody else— a nobody to be precise, someone who will mess up his game.

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

that’s what in it really does hit him. that he could have any girl or person in his garage, but the one person that matters is you. the one person he cares about isn’t standing there like you’re supposed to be.

so when he crosses that finish line in third place, he doesn’t celebrate the top ten win with her, he goes to find you. the person who he belongs with.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

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mouschiwrites · 1 month

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HIHIHI CONGRATS ON 400!!!!! CAN I REQ LLOYD GARMADON WITH ONE KISS BY DUA LIPA???? (THANKS AND CONGRATS AGAINNN)

Thank you!! :D Hope you enjoy hehe ^^

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Ninjago - One Kiss (Lloyd) (400 follower event)

The air was positively electric. With music and movement buzzing around you, it was easy to lose yourself in the energy of the party.

If there was one night you had to be out, it was tonight. There wasn’t anything special about it—nothing personal, anyway. You didn’t even know the guy throwing the party, though the hope of the mission was to get acquainted with him. He was a villain of sorts—someone you needed to put in their place, at least. And that was why you were here, feeling at once alien and perfectly in place among the swaying hips and waving arms.

The one person here you did know, dressed sharply in a satiny green button-up and black slacks, stood beside you with a serious look on his face. He clearly wasn’t feeling the high energy of the party. Or he was doing a good job of hiding it.

“I don’t see him,” he hollered over the music. “Do you think there’s a VIP lounge or something?”

You shook your head. “This is a mansion, not a club, Lloyd.”

Lloyd pursed his lips, flinching as a beam of pink light swept across his face. You glanced up at the massive disco ball hovering above you, suppressing a giggle.

“Let’s just keep looking. I just know he’s here,” Lloyd insisted, inconspicuously scanning the faces around you for the umpteenth time.

You nodded, turning away from Lloyd. You really did try to keep focused, but the music was just so loud, and you could literally feel the bass in your bones. Your foot started tapping without your consent, but you didn’t bother to stop it.

Watching everyone else dance, you clenched your fists, physically fighting the urge to dance along. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were here on a mission, not to have fun.

But when you glanced over at Lloyd, his head was bobbing ever so subtly to the beat of the music. You nudged him, intending to remind him to stay focused, but when your eyes connected you knew that neither of you would be doing anything of the sort.

A mischievous smile came to your lips as your eyes flicked to the DJ across the room, a subtle signal that Lloyd picked up on easily.

“Maybe just one dance. This song is pretty good,” he grinned sheepishly.

You nodded. “Yeah. Maybe we’ll run into our guy while we dance,” you mused, already starting to move to the music.

This was the kind of party that you didn’t have to worry about people watching you. Everyone was doing their own thing, paying attention only to themselves; or, if they were lucky, their charming partner.

You certainly couldn’t deny that your partner was charming. You’d never really thought of him like that before, not on all the missions you’d been on together, but suddenly those golden locks shimmering in the strobing lights were enchanting, and those green eyes were like twinkling emeralds. His lean limbs moved smoothly under his clothes as he forgot all inhibition; the effect of the party at its finest.

Lloyd was looking at you with the same strange, new admiration. He was hypnotized by the way you were moving, and suddenly all of your features were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He was asking himself why, after all this time, he was only noticing how attractive you were just now.

Your hands found their way onto his shoulders, and Lloyd followed suit by putting a hand on your waist. You grinned at each other, sharing a mutual understanding that you were both having a blast, and you were going to continue doing just that.

One song after the other played, but you hardly noticed the time passing. All you were aware of was the music, to which you adjusted your movement to naturally, and the gorgeous eyes of your dancing partner.

Among the many things happening without your volition was the gradual approach of Lloyd. Before you knew it your arms were actually wrapped around his neck, and you were moving in tandem, feeling each other’s labored breathing on your blazing skin.

The music started to slow. At first you felt your heightened mood falling with a sense of dread, but realizing that you were quite out of breath, you accepted the incoming break.

Maybe you were just trying to keep the electricity flowing, maybe you were lost in the enchantment of the evening, maybe it was just a stupid impulse—in any case, the thought was scarcely in your mind before you acted on it.

Your lips pressed against Lloyd’s in a moment of passion. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you, for several seconds. Then, when you did part, you stared at each other not with shock, but that same understanding that you were both having the time of your lives.

You felt your cheeks turning red, and you saw Lloyd’s cheeks darkening too. The music finally slowed to a stop, and the DJ started talking instead of putting a new song on.

Neither of you were listening to him. You were finally becoming aware of yourselves once again, looking each other up and down and marveling at the proximity that seemed to have come from nowhere. It was like waking up in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar hand holding your own.

“Was that…” Lloyd started, blinking at you rapidly. He made no effort to remove his hands from your waist.

“I, uh…”

“I didn’t mind that,” Lloyd said at last.

“Which part?” You laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“The dancing, the music…” you paused, trying to decide if you dared to go on, but the words came out anyway: “the kiss?”

Lloyd looked to the side thoughtfully. “All of it?”

You laughed, feeling your pink cheeks turn pinker. “Yeah… I didn’t mind it either.”

You smiled at each other dumbly for probably a few moments too long. Whatever you’d been doing before seemed so unimportant now, with your partner’s hands and eyes on you and you alone.

But suddenly the DJ shouted: “I wanna hear you scream! Guys and gals and all my other pals, I give you, your generous host!”

And the crowd roared so loudly that the spell was broken, and your heads automatically turned with everyone else’s.

You unlocked your arms from around each other to fully face the man hopping up to the stage, and the last of the magic sizzled out.

“Back to business, I guess,” you murmured, disappointment embarrassingly evident in your voice.

But Lloyd gripped your hand, causing you to turn to him with huge eyes.

“For now,” he said with a little wink. That wink told you he was thinking the same thing you were: That kiss changed everything.

And then, still holding your hand, he shoved his way through the crowd while you blushed like a chili.

Thank you for taking part in our event! And thanks for reading, take care doves <33

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#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago fanfiction #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader

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fanaticsnail · 4 months

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Hello FanaticSnail :D I am a big fan of your writing and I wanted to take my chance with this idea I have about Mihawk. I know that you are bussy these days before Christmas but I just wanted to write it in case it interests you enough to put it on a list and write a drabble after Christmas :P. If not, no problem at all, l will still be happy and grateful that you read me :D

Here I go (English is not my mothertonge so apologies for the mistakes): Song: Physical - Dua Lipa

Nothing splicit, SFW (unless you feel otherwise)

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Mihawk is exhausted. He is very very tired, his muscles aking and he can not make one step more, he REALLY needs to rest and sleep.

He had been tasked to capture you, alive, and bring you to the marines so they can interrogate you about some filthy bussiness you have been involved in. He didn't have any problem in capture you, but he is having huge difficulties to keep you captive. You have been fighting and using all the tricks you know to escape. You have been giving him HELL, and you both are exhausted. That's why he decided to make a stop in a inn so he can have a bath and sleep during the night (or so he hopes).

He knows that you're going to use anything within your reach to escape. If he locks you in a room he is sure you'll find the way out while he sleeps. No… he must find an alternative… what about the possibility to handcuff you to a piece of furniture in his own room? No… you would also find the way… and he wants to make sure you wont cause trouble so he can sleep as deeper as he needs… Well, the only possibility would be to handcuff you to him. Only that way he could rest because he knows that if you move in the slightest he would wake. If he put the key in a high shelf you could not take it without moving and waking him up. And same thing if you wanted to grab Yoru or another weapon you could use against him. So he does that, he handcuffs you to him suggesting you sleep too if the next day you want to have the strengh to continue trying freeing yourself. At first you refuse, but given the fatigue you soon give up.

But unfortunately for you two, neither of you will sleep. Because with that forced proximity you will discover small things and details in one another: freckels you hadn't seen before, the warm irradiating your bodies, a certain detail in a piece of fabric you hadn't noticed, smell of prefume… and you will spend the night staring at each other with curiosity.

Thanks a lot!! <3 :D

Inner-Snail, chanting: "One bed trope, one bed trope, one bed trope!"

The way I absolutely want to write this for you!! Ahh, literally screaming.

I have so many works in progress with so little time to complete them all before my time away interstate over the holiday period.

I'm looking to do one more Christmas fic (Zoro fic request) before I'm unable to do any more while away.

But this. This.

This is calling to me.

#mihawk #i love this so much #one bed trope #dracule mihawk #thank you very much #mihawk x reader

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ourdadai · 10 months

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dadai vc poderia personalizar meu celular no tema jeahyun (nct) pfvr? amo suas locks 💞🌹

tela de bloqueio tela inicial

fiz essas duas opções

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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If my Muslim parents heard chrollo's last name they would bring out all the duas and ayat to make him evaporate in that exact spot. He comes over for iftar and they say he should be locked up with the rest of them estagfirullah

I'M CRYING HTEJKGRM we have located chrollo's achilles heel... no amount of charisma will save him this time. he's met his match. his plot to win over your parents is finished before it even begins. onto the next plan he goes.

#why does phinks actually have a better chance than chrollo that's crazy #chrollo brainrot #answered #Anonymous

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religionoftruth · 2 years

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#quranic dua #lock screen #islam #muslim #edits #religionoftruth

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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She Tryna Do More With Her Than Do a Feature

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: First Lady, her husband, and Dua Lipa in the same room? Lmao 😭

Synopsis: When you invite all of your friends over for a nice get together, Dua still can't help but to make passes at you. Jack then takes matters into his own hands and let’s her know that you are off limits.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: one of my beautiful anons 😘

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"Druski!" You exclaimed while slapping his hand away as he was trying to reach for another one of your mini sweet potato pies. He already had 3. You had made a total of 24, but now it was down to around 17 because of him and Nas.

"What!? I'm hungry!"

"We can eat in a little while and if you keep this up, there won't be any food left!"

"I told your ass to lock him outside until the food was done." Nas exclaimed while rolling his eyes, but slipping past you and grabbing a small pie as well.

"You two! OUT OF MY KITCHEN NOW!"

"It's not our fault it tastes so good! You be putting crack in it I swear!"

"OUT!"

Both Druski and Nas rolled their eyes before hopping off the bar stools and following directions.

Those two were about to eat all of the food by themselves and not leave anything for anyone else.

When they were finally out of your sight, you realized that you still needed help to get everything finished and there was really only one person who you could stand being in the kitchen with so he quickly became your first choice.

"BABYYYYYY!" You screamed calling for Jack and he immediately came around the corner.

"Yes, mamas? You need help?" He asked while leaning down to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back.

"Yes, but not if you're going to be eating everything. Nas and Druski were my helpers but I had to kick them out. I’m still not done."

"You know the only thing I'm trying to eat, baby girl." Jack replied while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Jackman, please not now. Later, I promise."

“I mean, we have a little bit of time.”

“Jack, if this food burns I am murdering you so the answer is no. It’ll be featured on The First 28 and it’ll say When a Woman is Fed Up.”

“I thought that was the name of a song?”

You sighed before turning to him and kissing his cheek.

“Husband, take out the short ribs from the oven and put these pies in there because Druski and Nas were too busy eating them and I had to make more.”

“Wait a minute, are those the sweet potato ones?!”

You immediately rolled your eyes.

“Yes?”

“Shit, say less.” Jack immediately popped one in his mouth as you hit him with your spatula.

“Stop hitting me, mamas!”

“Then stop eating all the food!”

Just then the doorbell rang and you pulled up the camera app on your phone to see who it was and it was none other than Dua and immediately squealed.

You tried to make a beeline for the door before Jack pulled you back since he looked over your shoulder and had seen who it was.

“Baby, let me get the door!”

“No, I’ll get it. You stay your ass right here.”

You rolled your eyes and immediately pouted as you began making the crust for your strawberry cheesecakes.

Jack made his way to the door and answered it with Dua looking up at him and smiling.

“Jack! Long time no see!”

“Mmm hmm, not long enough.” Jack replied, looking her up and down as she continued smiling.

“So, are you going to let me in? Where’s your security you were talking about?”

“Wifey said I couldn’t have security and I guess I can. You better get in here and act accordingly.”

“I will! You worry too much.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

Jack moved to the side as Dua walked past him and greeted everyone who was sitting around making small talk and drinking the watermelon margaritas you made.

You made sure to make hubby something non-alcoholic of course.

“She’s here!” Saweetie exclaimed and got up to hug her.

Everyone continued to entertain themselves as Jack made his way back into the kitchen to help you.

You were just finishing up the cheesecakes and putting them in the freezer.

“What else do you need help with mamas?”

“Hmm, nothing. I just wanted my baby near me.” You confessed as you wrapped your arms around him and he leaned down to kiss you.

Just then you heard her voice.

“Y/N!!!”

“DUA!!”

You immediately broke away from Jack in order to give her a hug and she quickly embraced you.

“Okay, that was long enough.” Jack muttered while pulling you away from her and rolling his eyes.

“You are such a hater, Jack.” Dua muttered back at him.

“I am not! You’re a wife stealer!”

“I am not!”

“Quit it, you two!”

You were simply waiting on a few more things to finish cooking when you went and sat outside since that’s where everyone had migrated to.

You were about to sit down in Jack’s lap, when Dua promptly pulled you onto hers.

“If you don’t get…” Jack quickly picked you up and sat you down on his, while eyeing Dua who was simply smiling and laughing at what she had just attempted to do.

Urban and the rest of PG were watching the scene unfold and they couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“I will kick you out my house.”

“Baby! That is not how we treat our guests!”

“She isn’t a guest, she’s a terror!”

“I’m innocent and have no idea what you’re talking about.”

You looked down to see one of your piglets, piggy smalls at your feet and you immediately picked him up. Megan was sitting across from you and playing with the other one, pork chop.

You simply cuddled him into your chest as he began to fall asleep.

“I still can’t believe Jack let you get all these animals.” Sunni piped up and said while looking at you.

“CORRECTION! I didn’t! Urban was supposed to watch her for an HOUR and I came home to find out I live in a zoo. How she did it in an hour, I have no idea.” Jack said as he leaned down to pick up Blanche, one of the golden girls.

“Why is it always my fault?!”

“What do you mean, Urb?!? You let her get away with anything!”

“And that is why he’s my best friend, duh!”

“Hold up, Jack you do too. You can never tell your wife no!” 2fo chimed in while eyeing him.

“We aren’t talking about me right now!”

“Nah, you about to get this smoke too. Last week, she asked for a new bracelet that she wanted knowing that you had gotten her a necklace the day before. And what did your ass do? Went and got it for her.”

“Look, my wife is well taken care of!”

“I can do a better job taking care of her!”

“Jesus, Dua about to make Jack have a coronary.” Normani said while looking over at him.

“You lucky I even let you sit near her. Watch it.”

“Only thing I want to watch is her cumming underneath me.”

“TIME OUT!! TIME FUCKING OUT!!”

“What?”

“Didn’t I tell your ass to act like you got some sense when you got in my house?”

“It doesn’t seem that your wife has a problem with it since she hasn’t said anything.” Dua shrugged while looking over at the two of you.

You were simply rocking piggy smalls to sleep while trying not to laugh.

“Y/N, if you laugh, I swear.”

You let out a small chuckle before standing up wanting to go check on the food.

“I’ll be back. I have to set everything out but we can probably eat.”

“I’ll help you.”

“NO! You stay your ass right here!” Jack said while handing Blanche to Urban and following behind you.

Of course Dua didn’t listen and waited about two minutes before she came into the kitchen.

You didn’t notice her, but Jack did as she was trying to squeeze in behind you but Jack promptly picked you up and kissed you, catching you off guard leaving Dua to pout.

“BABY! Help me do this! I can give you kisses later. Oh, hi Dua. You came to help?” She simply nodded as Jack put you back down and you handed her plates.

“Uh uh, I’m onto your ass.” Jack whispered at Dua and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“She’s yours, for now.”

All of you were sitting around the table with Jack on one side of you and Dua on the other which he was not happy about when Megan brought up the infamous instagram post of Maggie learning that Jack almost got you pregnant at 16.

“Scariest shit in my life.”

“All because of Clayborn’s dumb ass.” Jack said while rolling his eyes.

“I THOUGHT SHE KNEW” Clay exclaimed while looking at the both of you.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD SHE KNOW WHEN I TOLD YOUR ASS NOT TO TELL ANYBODY?”

“Either way, that was a phone call that Jack will never live down. I thought Maggie was about to reach through the phone and kick his ass.”

“And you weren’t even trying to defend me.”

“Defend you for what? You didn’t use a condom!”

“Because I ran out and the store was closed!”

“And?! You could’ve asked Urban for one!”

“But you knew this and STILL let me hit, mamas. You not innocent in all that.”

“Am too. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.” You replied while reaching over onto Jack’s plate and stealing a short rib.

“I know your ass didn’t just do what I think you just did.” Jack asked while eyeing you.

“I can do whatever I want since I made the damn food. You’ll be compensated for it later.”

“Okay, anyway, we need dessert now!”

“Druski if you touch another sweet potato pie, I will literally castrate you.”

“Well got damn!”

“YOU ALREADY HAD THREE AND NAS DON’T LAUGH BECAUSE YOU WERE EATING THEM TOO!”

“I just want you as my dessert if I’m being honest.”

“Dua!”

“Only person who is getting to have her as a dessert is me!”

“And Urban for that matter.”

“CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!”

“Hey, wait a minute, you never answered us in the group chat when we asked who was better!” Sza revealed and Jack and Urban started to smirk while you were looking at her in disbelief.

“It was supposed to be two pages with pictures and sources!”

“I am going to say this one time and one time only and this does not leave this fucking room.”

“We’re waiting sis!”

“No one is better than the other. They’re just… different.”

“Different how?”

“AHT AHT! I answered your question now moving on!”

“We want details!” Saweetie yelled.

“No we don’t!” Quiiso said from the opposite end of the table.

“I call him Missionary Jack for a reason and….”

Jack couldn’t do anything but smirk.

“And what?!?”

“Don’t get quiet on us now!”

“I… never mind, I don't even want to say it.”

“Stop stalling!”

Urban was eyeing you because he had a good feeling about what you were about to say.

“She’s about to say how well I ate her ass.”

“BITCHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“NOT AT THE FUCKING DINNER TABLE, MY GOD!”

“GOT DAMN IT! NOW I LOST MY FUCKING APPETITE!” Druski yelled while throwing down his fork.

“DON’T WORRY THAT SHIT WILL RETURN IN ABOUT TEN MINUTES! AND Y/N ISN’T IT THE BEST FEELING?!”

“IS NOTHING OFF LIMITS? JESUS!”

“HEY, YOU ASKED!”

“YALL ACT LIKE THAT SHIT WAS A SECRET! HAVEN’T YALL SEEN URBAN’S TWITTER LIKES!?”

“HEY!”

“HE STAY LIKING SOME WEIRD ASS SHIT!”

“MY VIRGIN EARS, DEAR LORD HELP ME!”

“VIRGIN EARS? REALLY?! NO ONE AT THIS TABLE IS A VIRGIN!”

“I mean I can offer my services, nothing is off limits when it comes to Y/N.”

“DUA!”

“What? What’d I say?”

“I could have went my ENTIRE life without learning that shit.” Nemo confessed while attempting to take a sip of his margarita.

“Yall be the ones asking the questions and when I answer suddenly it’s a problem?” You asked while looking at Nemo.

“Let this be a fair warning, no one else is getting that close to my wife, EVER.”

“WE KNOW!” Everyone all said collectively and Jack simply eyed Dua.

“For now, Jack. For now.”

“That’s it, meet me outside NOW.”

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kpop-posts · 3 months

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oi meu bem, tudo bem? então vc poderia fazer locks da Giselle do grupo aespa? no estilo minimalista se puder é claro!! mas desde já sou muito grata, normalmente poucas respondem

✮ giselle ( aespa) lockscreen

só coloquei duas pq dar muito trabalho pra pouco reconhecimento.

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 5 months

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P&C | Ch. 11: Tell Me To Stop

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The hunt has been going on for what feels like hours and yet no one has found the final item yet. Sohee was eliminated by Tae who quite literally spawned out of nowhere and ripped her tag from the back. Jimin was eliminated by Jiah, as the two of them were caught mingling by the lake house. Leaning in for a kiss, he was dumbfounded by Jiah’s quick snatch of his tag, letting out a loud gasp.

“I’m sorry baby, but I want that jacuzzi,” she exclaims, giving Jimin’s pouty lips a quick peck before running in the opposite direction. With that, four players remained in the game. Jungkook, Tae, Jiah, and I.

Paranoid by every little sound, I analyzed my surroundings like a hawk. While I might not possess the stamina needed for these types of activities, I am very competitive, so it kind of balances out. I am determined to win this for the girls, so I secure the tag in my shorts and run to the nearest hideout spot. Rummaging through the bags of what appeared to be gardening tools I come to a sudden halt, hiding behind a bush, as I watch Jungkook slowly run past. Eyeing the tag sticking out of his jean pocket, I shake off the nervous jitters before quietly running behind him.

“What the …” he lets out a growl, grabbing the back of my knees as I jump on his back. Losing his balance, we both tumble on the ground, his hand holding the back of my head to protect it from the impact. Getting his grip off of me I roll over on top, pinning his hands on either side of his face which is now grinning back at my concentrated look.

“Didn’t take you for a top,” he chuckles, gaze lowered on my lips as I roll my eyes. A soft groan escapes his mouth with each move I make, our bodies fitting perfectly with one another. I can’t help but giggle at his vulnerable state, but focus my attention back on the tag that is now buried under his body. I lean closer to extend my reach as Jungkook follows my lips with no desire to fight back. He is making this too easy, but before I can finally grab the tag a loud horn sound blasts through the speakers.

“Tae has acquired the last item. Boys team win!” I hear Jimin’s voice announce the news, as I let go of Jungkook’s hands leaning my head back. Not realizing that I was still sitting on his lap I quickly got up and brushed the grass off of my knees.

“Don’t be sad Peaches, you can visit anytime,” he whispers into my ear, picking pieces of grass out of my hair before caressing the side of my face with the back of his hand. Rolling my eyes I fold my arms looking back at him with a pout as we make our way back to the main hall. Everyone looks completely drained, bodies sprawled on the couch like a display at the museum.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” I let Jiah know, before carrying some of my bags to our room. Walking up the stairs I can feel my muscles ache, so a hot bath is much needed. Laying out some fresh pyjamas on the bed I grab my toiletries and lock the bathroom door. Blasting some Dua Lipa, I try to relax.

Wiping the foggy mirror I gasp at the reflection staring back at me. Mascara running down my face I look like an understudy in The Grudge. Shaking my head, I open the tap and begin doing my nightly skincare routine.

After moisturizing my body I change into a new pair of underwear before reaching for my bra which to my unfortunate surprise was nowhere to be found.

“Shit,” I whisper, before wrapping myself in a robe and exiting the bathroom. Rummaging through my suitcase I let out a soft sigh realising that my undergarments were packed in another bag. Slowly opening the front door I peek through, checking that no one is there. Running to the next room I scan the surroundings for my bag which again was not there. Shoot.

Holding my breath, I ran past the main staircase leading down to the living room before heading straight to the next house. Praying that no one saw me as I stumbled into the first room, I once again scan the surroundings, this time spotting my bag.

“Finally,” I exclaim, gently closing the door behind me before tiptoeing towards the closet where the bag was lying. Checking the pockets to confirm that it indeed belonged to me, my body freezes as I hear the doorknob turn. Peeking through my hands, I can see Jungkook letting out a long sigh as he places his phone on the nightstand and begins undressing.

“YAH!” I yell, as his head turns towards the closet before pulling the white shirt over, his toned abs on full display now. Walking closer, he grins letting out a soft chuckle, gaze lowered on my exposed legs.

“What are you doing here?” I snap at him, trying to cover up with my bag.

“You seem to always blame me for being in my room,” he chuckles, leaning on the doorframe before taking another step closer. Letting out a soft gasp I try to back away before meeting the wall, our lips inches away. I can feel my breathing halt, as Jungkook raises my chin with his thumb and index finger, enjoying my flustered state.

“You pulled quite a stunt back there,” he whispers into my ear, pecking it softly as I grab his forearm. That is until both of my arms are pinned back by one of his hands, as the other grabs my waist, bringing our bodies closer together. I let out a soft gasp before looking up at his hooded eyes.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers in a voice raspier than usual. As much as I regret this, my body has lost all contact with my brain. I can feel my knees buckle from the nerves as my body dips down before being caught back up by Jungkook’s firm hold which places me on one of the shelves. Without any suggestions, my legs naturally spread creating a perfect space for his body which he gladly occupies.

Falling into the tension between us, Jungkook buries his face into the exposed slit of my chest under the robe, leaving soft kisses. Running my hands through his dishevelled hair, soft moans fill the closet echo.

“Jungkook,” I whisper as our breaths sync. Looking up, his eyes sparkle under the dim lights as my chest heaves up before he leans into a kiss. It was deep, sensual, even needy. Our lips melted into one another, the concept feeling anything but foreign. I can feel his hand caressing my exposed thigh before going up the robe, that is until our bodies halt upon hearing the doorknob turn again.

“Fuck,” Jungkook exclaims under his breath, pulling my body down on the ground as I fix my robe. Pecking my lips one last time, he closes the closet door, making his way towards the edge of the bed before seeing Jimin’s head peak in.

“Jungkookie, have you already showered?” he asks softly, checking out Jungkook's exposed torso.

“No, not yet, I was about to,” Jungkook replies, grabbing a towel out of his bag.

“Oh okay, we just can’t find Mira. Have you seen her?” Jimin explains, nervously biting his lip. I can’t help but let out a gasp thinking about how Jiah must have been looking for me this whole time. Stumbling over my bag I catch myself on one of the shelves, covering my mouth as I whimper in pain. Turning their heads towards the closet upon hearing the noise, Jungkook quickly throws the towel over his shoulder before making his way to the bathroom.

“No, I haven’t, maybe she went outside? Let me just quickly rinse myself and I’ll help y'all look for her” he suggests, signalling Jimin to leave, which he does with a very confused face. Locking the door Jungkook walks back to the closet where I’ve now made myself comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, lowering my gaze as I lean my body on the doorframe. He lets out a soft chuckle before pulling me in by the waist. Leaving soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, he simply can’t get enough of my scent.

“Jungkook, I better go,” I say, bringing his face up to mine. His gaze lowered to my lips as he brushes them with his thumb before sending me off with one last kiss.

“Bye Peaches” he whispers into my ear.

Locking the door behind me, I fall to my knees realizing what just happened.

“Mira, what the actual fuck?” I whisper to myself, burying my face in my palms. Did I enjoy kissing Jungkook? Yes. Do I regret stepping over the boundaries? We shall see.

Finally making my way down to the living room I'm greeted by four pairs of shocked eyes as Jungkook is busy igniting the wood for the fireplace.

“Miraya did you fall down the toilet or something?” Tae exclaims with raised eyebrows, coming in closer for a tight hug. Before I can even reply, the air from my lungs is quite literally knocked out of me as his grip on my body tightens. From the corner of my eyes, I can see Jungkook become restless before finally deciding to unglue Tae from me. That is until Jiah and Sohee run in for an even tighter group hug. At this point, I'm about a minute away from passing out, but I can't help but feel warm inside from their worries and care.

Preparing the dining table everyone finds something to do. Tae and Sohee cut up some fruits while Jimin helps Jiah with the turkey, pouring fresh gravy on top and finishing it off with some parsley. Making my way to the kitchen pantry I search for another teapot which was placed on the top shelf, right beside the toaster. Standing on my tippy-toes I balance myself on the countertop before extending my arm as far as humanly possible, letting out a soft whimper.

“Let me get that for you,” I hear a familiar voice behind me before a tattooed arm reaches over my head. Turning around I'm inches away from Jungkook's silver chains hanging just below his defined collarbone. Lowering his gaze on me, I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Trying to inch away from his hold with a soft smile, a soft thank you escapes underneath my breath. However, my attempt at an escape is short-lived as I’m suddenly pulled back into the carved-out space between Jungkook and the wall.

“Stay for a moment longer,” he whispers, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. There are just inches in between us as the tension pierces through like a blade. From the way our breaths shorten, it’s clear that both parties want the other to give in badly. Looking up at his darkened orbs, I can feel his grip on my waist tighten, pulling me closer into his heated embrace. Hands gliding down from his soft hair, I lean in closer, leaving soft kisses on his exposed neck which was burning.

“Miraya …” a soft moan escapes Jungkook’s parted lips, lifting me higher, my legs now wrapped around his toned torso. Tightening his grip on my thigh, he uses his free hand to take the pink cardigan off of me. With each button, his lips inch closer to the exposed skin, until I’m left in nothing but a black bra. Playing with his lip rings, Jungkook takes a moment to appreciate the view in the dim light, before finally placing needy kisses on my collarbone. Interrupted by the lacy material he tries to pull it down with his teeth, careful to expose only the top of my breasts.

“Jungkook …” I whisper into his ear, before feeling his soft lips on my chest.

“You’re so soft,” he moans, sucking on my hot flesh, leaving shameless marks all over my breast before raising his gaze, eyes meeting mine.

“I want you to give in,”

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