#Ecstatic Bass

[mucdj]

(Yemanjo)

[mouwrites]

Sorry for my inconsistent posting schedule my darlings :(

Creepypasta/MH - The Moment They Knew They Loved You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Tim/Masky, “Ticci” Toby

Jeff the Killer

It would’ve been a very long time after knowing you

Even if he was physically attracted to you, he wouldn’t consider that “love”

He usually judges people more on their character

That’s not so say he doesn’t enjoy calling people ugly if he thinks they’re ugly though

So you guys would’ve been vibing together for a while

He’d come away from each interaction with you just a little happier (or a lot happier), but he didn’t really notice it

That is, until he walks into a room one day and finds you relaxing, scrolling through your phone

He announces some unhinged plan, fully intending on carrying it out

You just look up at him for a second before (being used to his bs) just giving a thumbs-up and telling him to have fun

He blinked at you for a second, a grin coming to his lips slowly

He thinks to himself: you know, this is why I like them. They understand me.

And then he starts to think about all the reasons he likes you

He spends the rest of the night with your image in his head and a light feeling in his heart

It’s when he’s lying in bed, telling himself to stop thinking so he can sleep, that he finally realizes:

Oh. I’m in love, aren’t I?

He’s not mad about it; he’s more surprised than anything (at first at least… soon he’s ecstatic about it)

But he fully accepts his affection for you, and it won’t be long till he confesses ;)

Nina the Killer

She’s a pretty perky girl with a lot of emotions

Happiness, sadness, anger… she’s unapologetic in expressing everything, to the point that many call her “extra” or “weird”

It’s only for those people that she acts more reserved, and it’s more in an act of resentment than resignation (basically her saying “eff you loser, you don’t deserve me”)

So she only really likes people that she doesn’t have to act differently around

And of course you’re one of those people :)

She finds little things to like and hate about everyone in her life, and you’re no exception

So one night she just happens to be looking at a picture of you, and she gets to thinking

She smiles as she remembers good times with you: going to the mall, getting messy with baking or butchering, late night texting…

At length she decides that there’s a whole lot more to love than hate

And then she gets to thinking about your looks, and maybe she’s biased because she’s just decided that you’re delightful, but she feels a little heat come to her cheeks

She zooms in on the picture she’s looking at, admiring your features one at a time

She’s baffled that she hasn’t noticed how good-looking you are until now

And then the memories play again in her head, but this time her heart soars extra high…

She’s in love with you!!

She smacks a hand over her mouth when she realizes it, then breaks into a fit of giggles

Get ready for not-so-subtle hints and extra affection….

She’ll want you to figure it out before she actually confesses lol

Jane the Killer

I feel like she would’ve decided that she loved you pretty early on

Maybe even before interacting with you for the first time

She watched you (perhaps not entirely intentionally at first), and was at once enchanted by your looks and the way you carried yourself

You were like a magical creature of beauty to her

She didn’t dare disturb you in the beginning; she was content just watching

She was sure that her infatuation was purely aesthetic; you were just pretty, that was all there was to it

Except IT WASNT

One day she happened to actually interact with you

She was a little nervous, what with you being held so high in her head

But you absolutely floored her

The way you spoke, the way you saw her as a person…

You hooked her like a bass in a pond

She stood there breathless after your first interaction, watching you walk away with a racing heart

It was then that she knew this was much more than physical attraction

She HAD to have you, or at least try to

And trust me, she will try her hardest 😤

She’ll court you for a while first, just to see if you’re even interested

But if/when you are, she won’t be taking her time in confessing ;D

Tim/Masky

Methinks you’d have been friends for a while first

You went through a lot of things together: good times, bad times, silence, chaos…

And maybe you weren’t besties or anything, or super enthusiastic about each other (actually you’re probably a little cold to each other if anything, even if you do feel strongly attached)

But the point is that you have a history, and you know each other well

Plus there’s an unspoken bond that says you’ll have to tolerate each other for a long time (unspoken obligatory friendship moment)

Not that either of you minded

So one day you’re enjoying some silence together, relaxing out on a balcony and waiting for the dark clouds to pour rain

Your eyes are fixed on the sky, leaving your face in full view of the world

And, more importantly, Tim

He’s not sure why, but his gaze catches on your face

He starts admiring the little features: your eyes, the curve of your nose, the way your eyebrows are shaped…

He doesn’t decide that you’re beautiful. He decides that this is the face of someone he loves

It hits him like a truck—just a random thought out of nowhere:

This is the face of someone I love.

And while he’s taken aback at first, with a reddening face he realizes it’s true

He does love you!! All that you’ve been through together really meant something to him

He looks away bashfully, grumbling something when you ask if something’s up

Get ready for the long game…. This man will never confess

He’ll curse himself for even insinuating any feelings for you, so you’ll be left in the dark unless you’re REALLY good at picking up accidental gestures

“Ticci” Toby

He’d be so oblivious to his own feelings

He’d act super affectionate towards you, but only because he acts on impulse

He never stops to wonder why he gets the impulse to hug you or pinch you or say something not-so-mean (even NICE?! 🤯) when he’s around you

He doesn’t even notice that he only gets those impulses for you

So you’ll probably figure it out before him

And it’s only when you start to return that affection that he really starts to question

But again. He is SO OBLIVIOUS

It takes him a very long time to figure it out… you honestly might just have to spell it out for him

He can’t even take hints

I think that when he finally does figure it out, it’s a fleeting thought that catches for some reason

Like, he’s just daydreaming or something and suddenly he’s dreaming of dating you

And he thinks: hey, that wouldn’t be so bad. But it’s not like I like them like that. Wait…. Do I?

And then he’s just. Floored. Because HOW DID HE MISS IT FOR THAT LONG

Literally grips his hair like “WHAT!!!!”

Immediately runs to go yell at you tell you that he loves you

And you’re just like “oh I know. But thanks for finally confessing! <3”

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my sweet duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

[tacticoal]

「V.I.P. for me ?!」: ̗̀➛ part 2 to biker!racer!simon

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sfw, gn reader, unedited, suggestive content if you squint, mdni !!

wanted to throw in a big big thank you for all the recent support loves, you have no idea how welcomed you've all made me feel. please enjoy.

you. are. beaming.

ecstatic, delighted, overjoyed, hysterical, your mind lists all the words that could only ever possibly describe how you're feeling as you grasp your phone with nearly enough force to crack the screen.

simon riley, the #1 motorcycle racer in britain, upholding a 5-year champion streak, the man you've known and adored for years, is doing a meet-and-greet in your town.

and you're staring down at the VIP ticket on your phone.

your friends messaged you in the group chat, explaining that they all chipped in for your special invitation, buying the standard, cheaper tickets for themselves to come with you. the VIP admission gives you access to a shorter line that simon gets to first, as well as a photo with him and his bike. oh, that work of beauty, you think, already smelling the gasoline it burns off.

you spammed them with several thank you's and holy shit's, before calling a nearby restaurant to reserve a table (the poor lady on the other end could barely make out your warbled and giddy speech). just imagining next week makes you squeal and giggle into your pillow all night.

next week. the event is next week. exactly 6 days, 10 hours, 54 minutes and 4 seconds from now. 6 days to go out, get a fresh set of clothes, hair trimmed, and figure out any other essentials. surely that's more than enough time, right?

well, with no more than an hour left until you have to be out the door, you're pacing around your bed, 5 different outfits splayed over it. your friends -- who knew you'd be in this situation and arrived about an hour earlier already dressed up -- sit around your room, either watching you or on their phones listening as you ramble about how this outfit would catch his eye, but this one looks more comfy--

they knew not to interrupt you, providing the most company they can while you grumble, beginning to get impatient with yourself. eventually, you settle on something loose and airy, but revealing enough to gather the right kind of attention.

"what if he thinks i'm ugly.." you mutter, brushing down a stray hair in front of the mirror with a shaky hand.

"then y'know he's knocked his head into the concrete one too many times," your closest friend giggles.

huffing out a laugh, you nod and go to arrange a tote bag, throwing everything you want simon to sign. an official t-shirt promoting his name, two framed photographs of him, and a notepad. obviously the bag is getting signed too -- you'd throw in your arm and forehead in there if they weren't attached to your body. sigh, modern day problems.

finally, finally the time comes where you're waiting in line. holy shit, this is really happening. you can see a glimpse of his tracksuit from here, your body trembling with nerves. you've separated from your friends a bit ago, jaw dropped as you passed by the crowds of people lined up for this event. music blasts through your earbuds, in an attempt to tune out the bass blasting throughout the streets and boisterous screams 'n chatter. keeping your friends updated on where you are, you stay hunched over your phone as you slowly inch up the line.

"'nd what's your name?-"

simon's gaze tilts up from the checkerboard table to you, his breath immediately caught in his throat. you were still looking down, thumbs tapping on the screen in your hands. your glance flickered up for a split second, before your head completely snapped up to him, eyes widening as they get caught in the riptide of his deep, darker ones. with your mouth agape, you both stare at each other in silence. a beat or two passes before you rip your earbuds away, shoving them into your bag, alongside your phone.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying attention to the line, i was texting my friends and got distracted with them-"

it's you, he thinks. the one from the pub those few weeks back. he clears his throat and nods, watching you hastily pull out the things for him to sign, his heart clenching the same way it did when he first laid eyes on you. you giddily point at where you want his signature, and he's quick to oblige, the permanent marker squeaking against glass.

"i'm a really big fan," you admit bashfully, unable to hide the excited grin that stretches across your face, "since freshman year of college, 'm pretty sure."

now, simon's heard that from basically every fan he's encountered, but he's never truly believed them until now. he looks up to you, sliding the framed pictures to the side to make room for your notepad. your eyes glitter with a childlike glee as you stare back at him, and he wonders what your pretty head's thinking.

"that so, love?" he muses, tilting his head.

"yeah," you beam at the nickname, "i don't know how you do it -- everything you do is so cool."

he breathes out a laugh, ignoring how he's holding up the line behind you.

"i'd be glad to show y'round it sometime."

"really?"

you watch him with gleaming eyes, jaw dropped, as he writes a string of numbers below his name.

"text me anytime, love," he teases, handing it back to you before flicking his hand, "now shoo off, before security gets on ya."

"what about the photo?" you pout at him in disappointment, and he can't help but grin wolfishly in return.

"i promise you much more than a photo if you keep in touch."

@ tacticoal do not repost !!

[moonchild9350]

Desperate for Your Candy Lips

Summary: You love supporting your boyfriends, going to their concerts, what happens afterwards stays behind closed doors.

Pairing: established relationship idol Jisung x fab reader x idol Felix

Genre: smut-18+ MDNI

Word count: 2.0k

Warnings: dry humping, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swapping/cum tasting, mxm action, mommy kink

Note: whiny, desperate sunshine twins. That’s it that’s the post hahah.

Likes, reblog, and comments appreciated :)

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

You were watching the stage, as the group of boys on stage were dancing, smiles on their faces as they interacted with fans. The lights were flashing, bass loud, and fans were screaming and singling along. The atmosphere was electric, adrenaline pumping through everyone.

You, however, had your eyes on two particular men on stage, your boyfriends Jisung and Felix. They looked ethereal in their outfits, sweat dripping down their faces as they moved around stage. You had a big smile on your face, bobbing your head along to the music. At one point, Felix was right in front of your section. As he interacted with the fans around you, he couldn’t help but stop and give you a wink. You giggled, no one the wiser of the secret you two held.

As the concert came to a close, you made your way to backstage, flashing your pass to the security guards. They waved you through and you made your way to the stage exit to await for the boys. You didn’t have to wait long as you could hear them before you saw them. They were clapping and laughing, ecstatic at another great show. They came into view, hair tussled and plastered to their faces from the sweat.

You made eye contact with Jisung, as you began bouncing on your feet. He came up to you and gave you a hug, pulling you flush against his body.

“Baby! We did it! Another successful show!” Jisung said.

You laughed as you hugged your boyfriend back. “It was an amazing show Sungie,” you said.

Looking up, you made eye contact with your other boyfriend, Felix, as he made his way toward both of you.

“That was insane! The crowd was beyond amazing.” Felix said, wrapping his arms around both you and Jisung.

You had to agree, being a part of the crowd yourself. Felix leaned over Jisung's shoulder to press a kiss against your lips at the same time Jisung squeezed your ass, cupping the flesh over your skirt. You chuckled at their enthusiasm, as you felt something hard within Jisung's pants press against your pelvis. It’s not unheard of for Jisung to come off stage, cock hard, seeking you out for help, Felix right behind him.

Jisung let out a little whine, before letting you go, just to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. He turned the opposite way from the main dressing rooms, and began to walk, dragging you along with him. You turned your head to see Felix trailing behind you, a smile on his face.

You three approached a room, Jisung trying the door and finding it unlocked. He pulled you in, Felix right behind you, and kicked the door closed, before pushing you against it. He let out a whine before his lips crashed onto yours, a flurry of teeth clashing as he desperately rutted his hips into yours, seeking friction.

Jisung could feel Felix behind him, Felix's hands on his slim waist as he bucked his bulge into his ass. Jisung whimpered at the feeling, arching into Felix behind him who let out a whine. You watched your lovers as they locked lips, tongues fighting dominance with each other. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, spit dribbling from the side of Jisung's mouth.

Felix gently pushed Jisung out the way, slotting himself in front of you. He gave you a smile before crushing pressing a kiss on your lips again and again, as he let out soft moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You let out a moan, allowing Felix to slip his tongue into your mouth, rolling the muscle around with yours.

Leaning back against the door, you gently pushed Felix in the chest, watching as he backed up, a pout on his face. You watched as Jisusng walked to the couch, quickly laying down on the cushions and looking over at you, his lips quivering.

"Need you mommy," he whimpered, his arms reaching out to you.

"Of course baby," you cooed as you walked over to Jisung.

He let out another whine, as you straddled his legs, working to unbuckle his belt. You quickly unzipped his pants before tugging them down his legs, and tossing them away.

You palmed his cock through his boxers, the appendage hard and leaking. Stoking his length, you listened as he let out a moan, a grin spreading on your face. You looked up in time to see Felix lean down and press his lips against Jisung’s once more, a strangled moan leaving his lips. Felix gripped Jisung’s head deepening the kiss, running his fingers through his hair. You loved the sight, your two boyfriends lost in each other.

You returned your attention to ridding Jisung of his boxers, sliding them down his legs, his leaky cock springing out and slapping up against his abdomen. You leaned down to lick a wet stripe up his cock before sucking the head into your warm mouth, tonguing his slit. You could hear Jisung mewl out into Felix, causing him in turn to let out a loud moan.

You bobbed your head, taking Jisung to the hilt, before coming back up with a pop, his hips chasing you, while a whimper left his lips at the feeling. You slowly stroked his cock, watching as Jisung leaned back, a pout on his face.

“Gimme, Lixie. Gimme your cock,” he whined, his hands reaching up to paw at Felix’s pants.

Felix let out a moan, as he quickly undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. He stroked his cock a few times before shuffling forward, tapping the head on Jisung’s lips. Jisung let out a whine before opening his mouth, Felix sliding the tip of his cock into the warm space, letting out a guttural groan.

You watched as Jisung blew Felix, his candy lips wrapping around the length perfectly. Felix grabbed Jisung's head, as he thrusted his cock into his mouth, moans and whimpers falling from his mouth as he watched Jisung gag around his length. If anyone walked by the room, they would know exactly what was going on behind closed doors, but you three didn't care, lost in pleasure, lost in each other.

The thought made your smile before you wrapped your lips around Jisung’s cock once more, hollowing out your cheeks as you took more of him. You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his hips to jerk up into your mouth, his cock kissing the back of your throat. You looked up once more, your heart skipping a beat as Felix fucked Jisung’s face harder, his head thrown back in pleasure, as Jisung’s lips glided up and down his shaft, his boba eyes darting between Felix above him and you below. Felix thrusted his hips faster and faster, spit dripping down your other boyfriend’s chin as he took Felix to the hilt again and again.

Both boys were a mess, loud wails echoing throughout the room. You loved watching them fall apart, you thighs clenching together at the sight. Their moans increased in frequency, signaling they both were close. You blew Jisung in earnest, a squelching sound heard as you stroked Jisung's cock, helping to get him there. With a cacophony of loud groans and whines for all three of you, you watched Felix fall apart, his hips stilling as he pulled Jisung flush to his pelvis, as he unloaded his release into Jisung's throat. At the same time, Jisung unloaded his own load down your throat, the salty cum hitting the back of your throat. You swirled your tongue over his tip once more, collecting the last remnants of his cum, before sitting up.

You scooted up to hover over Jisung’s face, watching as Felix slipped his cock out of Jisung's mouth. You smiled at your boyfriend before leaning down and pressing your lips to Jisung's, pushing your tongue into his mouth to gather some of Felix’s cum. You sat back and beckoned to Felix. Felix, who was watching his lovers in front of him, had blown out pupils and lust in his eyes. You pulled him close, pressing your lips to his, his mouth opening instantly to deepen the kiss. You pushed both his and Jisung’s cum into his mouth, as he groaned at the taste of his and his lover’s arousal.

Pulling back, you looked Felix in the eye before saying, “swallow baby.”

You watched as Felix swallowed, you felt your pussy clench, more arousal dripping into your panties, further soaking the material. Jisung let out a whine behind you, murmuring, “so hot.”

You smiled at Felix before turning to face Jisung. He gave you a toothy grin before beckoning you toward him. You leaned over him watching as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. Jisung gave you a peck on the lips before maneuvering from under you and climbing on top, laying you down on the couch.

He flipped your skirt over your abdomen and spread your legs, gazing at the wet patch that soaked your panties. He licked his lips before looking at Felix, giving him a nod. You watched in anticipation as Felix walked over to you, kneeling at your side, and Jisung kneel so he was face to face with your sopping wet pussy.

Felix lifted your shirt, noticing you weren’t wearing a bra, his eyes widening at the observation. Jisung smirked before ducking his head, coming face to face with your core, letting out a whine and a little breath, causing you to shiver at the sensation.

“Come on boys, make mommy feel good,” you cooed, watching as Felix eagerly shook his head.

“Gonna make you feel so good mommy,” Felix said as he latched onto your nipple, moaning as he suckled the bud.

You sighed as you ran your fingers through Felix’s hair, looking down at your other lover between your legs. He was gazing at your core with longing in his boba eyes.

“Go ahead Sungie,” you said, grinning down at him.

His eyes were wide, looking at you for permission before he lowered his head, and sucked your panties into his mouth, dampening the material more. You mewled at the pleasure, Felix sucking and nipping at your breasts, Jisung face deep in your pussy, licking long stripes from your clothed entrance to your clit.

Jisung reached up to slide your panties down your legs, spreading your legs out wider so he has better access to your glistening core. You were lost in the ecstasy as both boys pleasured you, your moans matching theirs, becoming more high pitched as time went on.

Felix and Jisung were a whining mess as they pleasured you, their favorite thing to do. They wanted to make sure you felt good, knowing they may be rewarded later with being inside your warm wall.

You were close, the attention your boyfriends were giving you bringing you close to the edge, your toes curling at the inevitable.

“Mmm close babies,” you sighed out, “don’t stop, mommy’s close.”

Felix and Jisung moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine as the feeling of your orgasm got closer and closer until you felt your release pour out, your slick coating Jisung’s face. He moaned as he licked up your arousal, making sure to catch every drop. Felix continued to press soft kisses to your nipples, as he heard you fall apart.

You took a deep breath, as you came down from your high, watching as both boys lifted their heads to smile at you.

“Did we do good mommy?” Felix asked, his eyes searching yours for approval.

“More than good, so proud of mommy's boys,” you cooed.

They grinned ear to ear, blushing at the praise. Felix leaned to press a kiss to your lips, Jisung following suit when you all heard a pounding at the door.

“If you guys are done, we’d like to leave now,” you heard Seungmin say, muttering as he walked away.

You all let out a chuckle, as you fixed each others clothes and hair, making sure you looked presentable enough to walk the halls to the car.

“Can we continue at the hotel mommy?” Jisung asked, hope in his boba eyes as he looked at you.

As you cradled his face in your hand, you said, “absolutely Sungie. Mommy has to reward her boys after all.”

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[callooopie]

Modern!Jacaerys Velaryon headcannons (pt. 1)

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me — Brooklyn Baby // Lana Del Rey

I look away from my TV for one second only to look back and see Jacaerys mewing at me while a deadly and violent war is being discussed

You meet at a college party. Definitely. He looks like a party girl. Jace Targaryen(?) (Targaryen? or perhaps Strong in this modern world? Certainly not Velaryon, as I would assume Rhaenyra would have a choice of who she married in this world) gives off either reliable fratboy energy, or kind and quiet student you sit by in your class (He shows you his notes if you missed something. He gives you his number too—just in case you had questions!) Is the type to silently sneak glances at you during lectures. Maybe you even catch him staring once?

Meeting his family is.. overwhelming. On one hand it’s big. Like really big, a little confusing sometimes. On the other hand? Why’s everyone so hot? What are these genes?! His mom, his dad, his half-family members, his friends?!?! You’re sitting there at the family function like ?!?!

Speaking of family—he’s a big family guy. He loves his mom and his dad, he adores his brothers, he tolerates his half-uncles and whatnot. Jacaerys shows you to his mother in her office, and to his father doing work around the house. I believe he would be the type to wrangle and line up his brothers for you and go down the line introducing them. “This here’s Luke, aaand little Joffrey. They shouldn’t give you any trouble—Joffrey’s a little brat though..”

(Joffrey runs up to you and tells you to say skibidi gyat rizz before running off in a fit of giggles—) “…yeah—sorry ‘bout that. He’s in a phase right now..”

When you first meet his mom and dad as only “Jace’s friend” (Rhaenyra and Harwin.. </3) they are ecstatic to meet you. They think you’re lovely! Hip!—is that what the kids are saying these days? Rhaenyra has a knowing look on her face as Jacaerys reminds her that you’re only a “friend” and Harwin goes along like “Oh yeahhh… Jace’s friend.. riiiight” (the label of friend was gone in a week at most. Instead of “Jace’s friend” you were now “Jace’s girlfriend/boyfriend”) his parents saw it coming a mile or two away they weren’t surprised. And they hope you come around more often for dinners and things.

Jace is in a band (with Davos OOP) and Cregan (this dude.. graduated like a year or two before them and they all still hang out?), along with a few others. What? Oh yeah—they do little gigs and stuff. He plays bass, kinda the glue of the team if you catch his drift.. it’s tough work but anything to pursue musical passion right? (“Band practice” consists of smoking weed and watching shitty YouTube videos in a garage. They can and do play though so.. you guess it works?)

If you tag along with that merry bunch.. please know you’re babysitting now (mainly Jace and Davos. Cregan disappears but reappears when needed most—“kinda his thing”) think of the most stupidest thing two college-age guys could do… and go stupider. Breaking into abandoned buildings, arson, meeting the most suspicious plugs in the pitch black woods or sewers. Not how you’d imagine your Friday night to be spent but here you are. “This guy said he had something CRAZY.. and only for $20–that’s a deal in today’s economy.”

That’s his silly side. Normal every Jacaerys is serious. It’s almost a little off-putting. He’s very reserved as well, although with you there’s some cracks in that stoic facade. He’s the type to have a smile tug on his lips if you take a “sneaky” video or photo of him. Maybe while you both are in a study room and you just need something for a Snapstreak or insta story. Who else should be caught on camera than Jace as he’s deep into a textbook, twirling a pen between his fingers while swiveling side to side in a chair. “Hm? ..what’re you looking at girly? ..me? Pfft—shut up..”

I believe Jace would be the type to have a wide range of music he listens to. Only him. From alternative indie to folk to heavy metal to edm. He’s got range, he’s got tastes. He totally has a vinyl collection (yes it’s by a window and yes there’s plants near it)

Outrageous closet. Not in a bad way, in a really really good way. Probably the best dressed man you’ve ever seen. Things that shouldn’t work together for an outfit, work on him and only him (It’s like the Rhianna effect—an outfit looks ugly on someone else, but on Rhianna? It looks amazing. Iconic) the other way to describe his fashion sense is he dresses like a character from JoJo’s bizarre adventure. If there was an enemy stand user—it’d be Jacaerys.

His bedroom makes you believe in men again. It’s so nice, so cozy and smells so good. Blankets are always cooled, there’s just a sense of security around. HOWEVER. His pillows fucking suck. He’s the type to not replace anything like that unless absolutely necessary. They’re flat, dead, and make your hair slightly oily. He has a mountain of pillows but what good is that if they’re all lacking in support?! “I can open a window if y’want—it gets pretty hot in here sometimes. Hm? What’s up? My pillows? …it’s fine- they’re fine, look at them. You know how expensive-“

Everything bad about Davos’s car? Forget about it! Jace puts pride into his car. He cleans it regularly (Saturdays are for car deep cleaning, no exceptions) His parents did buy it for him for his 16th birthday. However he’s kept it in a very good condition so. Some stickers will be on the back, but it’s usually like “her body her choice” or “go for green energy” ..based Jace. (If perhaps Rhaenyra is a political figure in this modern world.. you bet your ass Jace is gonna have a campaign sticker for his mom on his car) “Just right over here is my car—lemme get your door. It’s okay if you get it dirty, I’ll just clean it… —although be careful—“

Speaking of cleaning his car—he will ask you to help him sometimes. Mainly in the summer, when you’re more likely to be wearing an outfit consisting of the smallest and tightest jean shorts and either a tank top or a bikini top. It’s a little hard to wash a car when he’s gripping the sponge tightly and letting his eyes rake down your body—what? No he wasn’t staring. He was looking at something past you. What’s that in his pants? See now you’re just being mean about it—

While Jacaerys partakes in a cigarette now and then, he’s more partial to alcohol. I feel he wouldn’t like the idea of smoking (It’s just things with lungs y’know? ..plus I don’t wanna die before that fucker Davos—“). Jace is a fiend with how he hoards bottles or drinks. Beers, hard alcohols, etc. Dude knows how to throw a whole bottle back like it’s nothing. He keeps a collection of empty bottles for fun (in his closet so his parents don’t find it) or if he lives alone they’re just freely out and around (or maybe still in the closet). “Whaaat? Slow down? Pfft—please, I’m good. Nah this is like water to me now. Have you ever had this?”

[antidesire]

2:32 antidesire

bodyguard!leon x afab socialite!reader

disclaimer.. 18+ only. knifeplay, blood, licking.. blood mentions/paranoia of drugging but i promise no drugging happens. brat reader, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, fucking against a wall? in an alley? don’t pay too close attention to the lore i try and establish please hhh it’s so jumbled + i wrote this when it was super late and i haven’t double checked everything.. heh. cr to original owners of the pictures. reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated !! ♡

you had been to hell and back, seen the strongest of men turn into frail cowering children, knees buckled by utter fear as the flesh was torn from their bones by the rotting dead that kept walking.

raccoon city should've been your end of the line, dying alongside your prestigious family. onlookers of the media at the time treated it as a miracle but you saw it as it was, cruel, how do they expect one person to keep up appearances and high morals being the last standing of your perished family line? it was so tiring..

one man you had met those faithful 6 years ago had saved your life, leon s kennedy, just a rookie cop at the time- not only once had he saved your life but then a further time, putting his own life on the line with an agreement to become an agent and vouch that you and himself would stay silent about raccoon city upon taking this deal and if all else fails, he would be executed with you.

things had gone well for a good chunk of time, give or take about 4 years but word had gotten back to some more important people that you were quite the partygoer and quite the gossip when intoxicated, not a swell combination for your dangerous predicament and prying ears.

thus much to your surprise you had been assigned a bodyguard, one to help keep your mouth shut for the sake of the government and for the sake of your own safety, unbeknownst of the length powerful people would go to for even a slither of knowledge on what you saw that hellish night.

to leon kennedy, this was one of his easier jobs, babysitting some rich bigwig? pft, he'd take that any day over undead corpses or diseased cultists.

when he was informed it was you he felt all the waves of emotions hit him in the face, that night whirling through his head like a fresh wound, seeping behind his eyes to remind him of the horrors he'd seen.

suddenly it was all the more serious now, this was your life and his own on the line.

at first, you had been ecstatic to reunite with leon once again, barely recognizing him when you first opened the door, what was once his youthful puppy-dog-like features had become much less soft, his brows had furrowed, jaw much sharper and his eyes looked much more sunken, what you remembered him as, a once fresh-faced young man, cute and hopeful as ever he had become much more hardened, though he had seemed to lose that glow, it was unmistakenly leon, long eyelashes, plump lips and that faint dimple indented into his chin. leon now exuded confidence to the point of cockiness. he was handsome, oh so very handsome and his physique was so firm, you had to many a time drag your attention away from his arms, you never knew you had such a thing for bulky arms until leon was around.

with leon around you weren't afraid to admit you were having the time of your life pushing the limits.

life for you had been a whirlwind, to the public (though things had much cooled off) that knew of your family business and prestige, they had been told lies, that you weren't even in the city with your family that disastrous night which is how you survived.

your days were the same, with countless 0's in your bank account and fake friends to encourage you, you spent most of your nights under those same electronic lights, the bass of the music booming in your chest and burning alcohol slipping down your throat.

maybe you had been a little oversharing with some locals, you didn't recall, far too heavy on the bottle of champagne some man would attempt to win you over with.

tonight was no different, other than the bar you were visiting- leon had convinced you that if you wanted to be drinking it could not be so locally anymore- and this time leon kennedy was in tow, your handsome chaperon, or more accurately, your muzzle from here on out.

“shall we make this fun?” you proposed to the man, “make up a story, maybe you’re my long lost lover? my secret affair? or do you want me to pretend i hate your guts, are you into that?” you giggled, amused at your own antics, seemingly only making leon chuff out a chuckle, arms folded over his chest with a solemn expression.

“mmh, what sucked the fun out of little leon, huh?” you jabbed your finger against his chest.

leon’s head titled at that, eyebrow raised and an expression that insinuated you knew exactly what happened after that night and why he consequently carried himself as such, so professional, or dull, that's what you'd call it.

with the sickly sweet aroma of your perfume in the air and the glistening twinkles of your outfit invading every ounce of his senses, the two of you walked one by one into the bar, quite the opulent one, hefty diamanté chandeliers alongside mirrors upon mirrors framed with the most delicate gold casings.

"y'know you're getting paid to live lavish right now, leon?" you cooed out, heels of your shoes tapping against the marble flooring, hearing his boots following behind.

"it's an easier job as an agent but i'm not being paid to indulge like you do." he corrected you, voice hushed with the assumption and guard that prying ears could never be far.

"am i boring you already, handsome?" you twirled around, the agent halting in his tracks, craning his head down to meet your gaze, eyes as big as cherry pies, tempting and permissive.

"i was hoping we could celebrate this reunion, despite circumstances." your hands reached up, flattening down the collars of his crisp grey dress shirt, the black blazer on top fit so snug on him, arms as though they were bulging or maybe your brain was just getting ahead of itself.

"with your mouth we're dead men walking, what's there to celebrate?" he referenced why he was called out here for you, breath hot, fresh from that pack of gum he stuffed in the back of his pocket.

"then even more so, that's what i say." you patted your palms to his shoulders, feeling the plush material of the suit jacket, turning on your heel, and pushing past the lush double door entrance past the hallway and into the bar.

the live music was in full swing and the tabletop of the bar was well occupied, having to push your way past, your hand coming up to gesture over the bartender, "give me your most expensive, delicious cocktail.." you whipped your head around, eyes clearly looking leon up and down, "you look like a whiskey guy," you thought aloud, turning back, "and a whiskey."

leon didn't even attempt to stop you, it was futile and he knew you were just doing it for the fun of it, "so ya gonna sit there and stare down at me all night like a creep?" you sat on one of the chairs at the bar, you leaned in to whisper- though ultimately just as loud, "you're not being very agent-like."

"c'mon, i told you, we need a cover story, who knows how long you'll be stuck with me till i'm in the all clear." you pulled his arm in an attempt to move him closer, luckily he obliged, taking up a seat next to you.

"being in the clear is not being stubborn and quitting visiting these bars, drinking every night, and running your mouth." he mumbled, glancing around.

"nu-uh, you heard what they said, they've always been worried about certain people in the area being a threat to those with information on racco-" your words morphed into a yelp, a sharp sting arising in your leg, blinking at the two fingers pinching the flesh of your thigh.

"did you just-" your outrage was cut off once again by the bartender placing two drinks in front of the both of you, leon nodding towards the worker and wording out a thank you, his palm now engulfing your thigh and rubbing the irritated skin.

your lips parted to speak but no words came out, leon seemed to have noticed this, fingers clutching around your glass and gesturing for you to take a sip, and you did, sugary syrup mixed with a double shot of liquor sliding down your throat.

“i thought you were going to encourage me to not drink.” your eyes squinted slightly, tongue darting out to taste more of the cocktail staining your lips.

“one won’t hurt.” with that he tapped the glass of the whiskey on the table of the bar before swigging down the contents in one gulp.

you burst out into laughter, your hand encouragingly squeezing his own further up your thigh, amusement only cooling down so you could take another taste of your cocktail.

"you're funny." your voice was light and airy already, palm pushed against your cheek as you watched him, as though you had been drinking much more than the one, maybe it came off too strongly but you weren't embarrassed, nothing could embarrass you.

"lovers quarrel." he spoke aloud and your confusion was apparent, even more so as his fingers took a hold of your hand, switching a slim ring decorated with diamonds onto your ring finger, "we hate each other but can't quit it." he murmured and you caught on, a giggle hid behind your other hand.

"you bought me this nice expensive ring, you're handsome, so charming.. of course there's a catch, why couldn't i see it." you sighed dramatically earning a scoff from leon.

"and you're beautifully cruel, impulsive, and a relentless pleasure-seeker, i was dealt quite the deck of cards." he spoke as though it was matter of factly, quite the actor.

"mmh, why thank you." you fluttered your eyelashes, leaning in to squeeze the bulky muscle of his arm, nudging yourself against him.

leon was good, a natural at, well just that, being natural. he was on guard as he was with any assigned job, just less flashy than the others, no visible weapons and a demeanor that needed to be cool but nonetheless, he was alert.

alert but here he was, doing exactly as he said he wouldn’t, indulging, finding away around things to do so, so he could feel your fingertips press into his skin again, so he could smell your fragrance every time you leant in and so he could hear those giddy little laughs at something stupid he said in the name of a silly cover story for the both of you.

oh leon kennedy..

you felt tipsy already without even touching another cocktail, infatuated with the man beside you all too suddenly, your heart desiring for something much sweeter than anything that could be offered from the shelves behind the bar.

relentless pleasure-seeker, you’d sure live up to that.

but first, you had a whole night ahead of you. your feet were quick, feeling compelled towards the crowd of dancing bodies, joining them, amongst the couples and men with no personal space.

you were hypnotic, anyone could see that, your hips swayed, dipping just enough and hands roaming from your thighs upwards to your chest, drawing in attention everywhere you wanted it.

leon stayed where he first sat, leaning further into the bar so he could comfortably rest, watching you closely, as though you were a film, like he was there to capture you on video.

“isn’t that the raccoon city survivor?” leon heard hushed voices and he was smacked in the face with the reality of it all, a surge of genuine worry in his gut, “why is she on this side of town? you think that whole conspiracy is true?”

how had you been safe for this long? leon took a moment of his attention away from you and suddenly every other persons eyes that were on you felt threatening, call it what you will, paranoia, overdramatic- he was there for a reason, the raccoon city terrors were real, to you and him, the government wasn’t on either of your sides, he knew that for a fact, but the unknown was scarier, at least in this situation.

leon exhaled before standing up on his feet, hanging his head down and walking over to seemingly join you, “you come to dance?” your arms reached up and out but his hand grasped your arm tightly instead.

your eyes rolled, “you can skip to the part of the lovers quarrel where we have a little fun amidst the hatred and sexual tension.” you jested.

“we’re leaving.” his head nodded in a gesture towards the door, arm tugging you towards him but you weren’t having any of it.

“uhh, no, no we’re not?” you scoffed, digging your heels into the ground, scowling at the man, “i just got here and i’d like to remind you, i don’t have a curfew, you’re not actually babysitting!” you slapped his arm.

“shut your mouth!” he whispered out harshly, another tug of your arm and this one hurt.

“you fucking dick, let me go.” you punched at his arm with your other hand this time but no budge, “i swear to god, i will scream, kick, punch, i will cause the biggest scene to get you off of me then you can kiss your job goodbye- oh no, you can kiss your life goodbye, since this is currently your only purpose.” you spat out.

leon dropped your arm, his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek, clearly seething internally but the last thing he needed was to draw anymore attention to the both of you.

“outside. now.” his arms came up to cross folded against his chest.

you didn’t speak another word, pushing past the man, shoulders harshly bumping into his. reaching the bar, with a sulk in your demeanour getting the attention of the bartender once again and ordering another cocktail.

you tensed when leon’s arm wrapped snuggly around your waist, “i’m serious, this isn’t safe. i have other means of getting you out of here but i’d much rather keep things peaceful and conscious.” his arm squeezed your hip, threateningly.

you looked down at your drink and felt your stomach drop, pushing the glass away from your body, “oh, so you’re crazy, that’s the catch.” you referred to your earlier quip.

“how is it suddenly not safe? why did you even let me come.” you gritted through your teeth, glancing around the room.

“came to my senses. it’s that simple, i’m not trying to lose my life because of how reckless you are with yours, no thanks.” you laughed at that, nodding and he couldn’t tell whether it was out of agreement or something else.

“i think i’m worth it.” you turned to face him and the look on his face was of disbelief at your attitude, it only egged you on further to push his buttons.

“newsflash sweetheart, you aren’t going to be the death of me.” he muttered, and that same burning grip he had on you returned and you were being whisked from the bar, swiftly out of the doors and through the hallway, all too fast, feeling like you were lagging behind, as though your brain was still at the bar- shit, your throat was so dry, maybe he slipped something in the first drink.. but there was no way.

the cold air bit harshly at your bare skin, coming to your senses suddenly all too quickly, feet stomping on the floor in a tantrum, fists coming up to hit his chest, “what is wrong with you?!” you screeched and suddenly you were being dragged further into the street, harshly turning a corner into some backstreet alley.

“you’ll get over it, stop acting like a spoilt brat. i got tired of that as soon as i saw your face again.” leon pushed you back against the brick wall and you rubbed over your arm where he had been gripping.

“you’re so sad!” you spat out, pushing him further away from you, “sad and desperate, you think you’re such a big hero from that day don’t you? gonna ruin my life? make me miserable as some sick payback because you resent me?” you laughed, directly in his face, “you want me to repay you, that it?” you walk closer to him, in some way to gain leverage over him, but it was futile, pathetic honestly.

his push his hair back with his fingers, the normal lightness to it looked darker thanks to the shadows, expression unreadable as he let you go off on a tangent.

“back up.” he spoke out, almost inaudibly but he knew you heard him because you only inched closer, noticing your eyes dart down to his waist when you felt the prod of something against your skin.

before your arm could even reach out to grab the item under his clothing, he unsheathed it suddenly, brandishing a knife, black handle, indented with a line every inch or so, the blade was quite tall, sloped either side and an engraving stamped below the hilt.

you didn’t get to see much of it though, within a blink of an eye it was pressed to your throat along with the familiar feeling of the gritty bricks against your back.

“don’t do something stupid now..” he was calm, despite the manoeuvre he had you in.

your breathing hitched, hands clutching his grey coloured suit tie amidst the panic, he kept you there for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, relaxing only slightly but he never stuffed the knife back in its sheathe, it kept firmly gripped in his hand which was pressed in between your clavicle, as a warning.

in some sick and twisted way it was thrilling, you couldn’t shake that feeling and it felt disgustingly good.

you blinked a couple times, eyes darting out towards his arm, which somehow was on display, where he managed to find the time to roll up his sleeves was beyond you.

“eyes up here.” he tapped the blunt side of the knife to your chin, a all too cocky smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you complied.

“see how easy it is to listen?” he sighed, dragging the cool metal across your jawline, tracing the outline of your ear and downwards to the top hem of your clothing.

you should’ve been terrified, but it felt different, unexplainable, you wanted him to keep going, you had never felt your head so empty and airy, it was euphoric.

maybe raccoon city screwed you up more than you thought..

you didn’t dwell much on it, attention undivided on the agent in front of you, his lips were moving but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, so dazed in the moment.

“should i keep going?” he repeated, tapping the tip of the knife to your chest and you nodded, squeezing the material of his tie, knocking his body closer towards you and you hissed out when the blade nipped your skin, a droplet of blood seeping into your clothes.

“shit-“ leon looked as though he panicked for a moment, but you weren’t about to let him, hands pushing up to cup his face and demand his full attention on what you wanted.

your lips meshed with his and for the first time of the night, leon kennedy was caught fully off guard. he relaxed after a few seconds, moulding his plush lips to yours and catching you in a sloppy shared kiss, your arms resting past his shoulders, one of your hands pushing his head further against yours to chase his mouth.

you only pulled away when you heard a rip of fabric, his nimble hands shredding it with the knife, a puddle of your clothes soon beneath your feet, delicate undergarments coming in to his view.

you didn’t get a second to regain composure as his mouth was once again on you, this time his tongue darted out, lapping up the droplet of blood from where the knife had broken your skin.

it was vile in the most sinful way possible, all the blood felt like it rushed straight to your throbbing cunt.

“i might actually go crazy if you tease me..” you voiced out, which caught him by surprise since you had been rather breathless.

“i can be nice.” he murmured out, voice muffled in between open mouthed kisses, knife cutting open your bra so his tongue could latch on to your nipple, his thumb toying with the other.

“mmh, you threaten me, make me bleed, and destroy all my clothes, but you can be nice?” you breathily giggled, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue- which had been previously licking up your blood, swirled and flicked against your nipple, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.

“i’ll make it up to you.” he kissed back up from your chest, reaching your lips again to catch you in a kiss, you could taste the metallically tang from your blood and it only urged you further.

“fuck..” you gasped when he pulled away, looking between your bodies to watch the way he sliced off your panties next, wasting to time in running the pads of his fingers between your sloppy folds, “mmhn, didn’t i just tell you not to tease?” you mewled.

“you’re that worked up?” he chuckled out and your arm flew out to hit his chest, only earning another laugh.

“just fuck me already, i want your dick so badly.” you begged so pretty, you knew you did because his demeanour changed quickly, rough hands settling at your waist to manhandle you until you faced the wall.

“stay like that, arch your ba- mhm, like that.” he hummed, barely having to mention it and you were bending and obeying as though it was your only function.

leon had unbuttoned his blazer to relax a little better, though he lazily pushed his slacks down along with his underwear, far too eager to feel how heavenly you’d be on his cock.

he pumped his self a couple times, a firm hand pushing you back against him, helping him slowly push himself inside your pussy, “ouhh- fuck, that’s—“ he hissed out, halting his movements to revel in the way you were squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly, “that’s so tight, m’ gonna fuck this little pussy open.” he grunted through his teeth, pushing against you until he was flush with you.

you were already finding it extremely hard to keep it together, mind so foggy with lust and the way he kept pushing and pushing for what felt like endlessly, he was so big, he pushed and prodded up against every delicious nerve inside of you and he hadn’t even started moving at a consistent pace yet, oh you were a goner.

a squeal left your lips when he pulled back only to push back much quicker and with force, your arms flying out until he grabbed one to pull behind your back, stabilising you and also getting more leverage on your movements.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, stuffed full of this cock, mmh, you like that?” he groaned out shamefully.

you didn’t answer though, far too preoccupied with how delicious he was stretching your walls, soon distracted by that familiar feeling of stinging cold metal to your throat, his other hand had come round to press it against your skin.

your eyes flew open and you felt him jerk you closer with his grip still on your other hand, “don’t fall now that would be real dangerous sweetheart, hold on, yeah?” he laughed out, it was evil, taunting but you were on another cloud of bliss.

“l-leon! ah mhhnmm!” you chanted out breathless incoherent moans and noises, feeling like a rag doll being constantly pulled against leon, you were so limp without his grip and the knife he pressed against your throat, you might’ve been in real trouble without him, ironically considering he was the one putting you between between him and the knife.

“i know, i know baby, feels s’good, don’t it?” he rasped out, bruises already forming on your wrists as he used you like his own little personal fucktoy.

“m’ really— oh, really close!” you squeaked, all too suddenly being dragged from your impending high, your back stabilising against the wall and you cried out.

“shh, shuuush.” he cooed at your displeased reaction, “i got you, i just wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” he paired his soothing voice with a firm kiss on your forehead, hiking your leg above his waist and slipping his cock inside your weeping pussy again.

the high bubbled so quickly in your tummy again all you could do was reach out for his arms, desperate to feel the metal to your skin again and he obliged, pushing it onto your neck once more as he pounding into you, wet sloppy sounds making it evident how close you were.

“you look so fucking cute like this, my knife against your throat, fucked stupid by my fat cock.” he grunted in between strained moans, clearly chasing his own high.

your vision went completely blurred as that burning hot coil in your tummy finally snapped, head knocked back against the wall as you sobbed out in pure pleasure, mantras of yes, yes, yes! and leon’s name falling from your lips.

“oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking sick, y’know that baby? yeah..” leon relaxed the knife from your throat, the blade dropping somewhere forgotten by your feet so he could push his head against your neck where the metal once occupied, licking and kisses the delicate skin, thrusts sloppy and inconsistent, broken and hoarse moans coaxed out with every further movement of his hips.

“fuck! fuck, a—ah!” his cock twitched and fluttered inside you as hot spurts of thick cum filled your walls, warming every inch of your body.

he pushed you further into the wall as he stood there, breathing in and out against your neck, slowly coming down from his high, the both of you dazed and pleasure-struck.

your head knocked against his and he seemed to come to, leaning back and blinking a couple of times before seemingly examining your body, “you hurt?” he breathed out.

“only my legs..” you laughed quietly, watching him gently set your leg down once he slipped out of you, grabbing your shredded clothing to wipe you off with.

“let’s get you somewhere warm.” he shrugged off his blazer jacket, pushing your arms through the holes and doing it up fully.

“leon, i feel okay, i’m good.” you assured him, stepping closer once again to return the same kiss he placed on your head, “that was crazy.. but fun.” you admitted, feeling the back of your neck burn from the realisation of what just happened.

“i shouldn’t of come on to you like that though.” he laughed nervously and you shook your head.

“i’m in one piece no?” you poked his chest, “i’m serious, i liked it- i like you, a lot.” you told the agent before shaking your head again, “you don’t have to say anything though, it’s not like that.” you didn’t exactly know what you meant because it was exactly as you said, having been smitten with the man all night, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with what you were insinuating, at least not tonight.

“take me home, somewhere warm.”

[pnsteblnme]

the drunkenness scale ✿ k.m.

pairing: katie mccabe x reader, arsenal wfc x reader

summary: celebrations allow your teammates to finally meet 10-drink-y/n.

warning: none, i think :)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was a request from anon, i hope you like it <3

1 drink (the normal one)

Booming music mixed with flashing lights and ecstatic shouts filled the room, as the Arsenal girls celebrated their win of the WSL. The dance floor was packed with swaying bodies that slurred the wrong words to every song that was playing. 

Across the room, you were sat in a booth along with Leah, Beth, Viv, and Katie. The five of you having arrived not too long ago, you each got your first drinks from the bar, clinking your glasses with elated grins taking over your faces. 

Feeling eyes on you, you turned to your right after taking a big gulp of your beer, “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Katie replied, trying to suppress her sigh and send you a reassuring look, as her mind already went over what would most likely happen during the course of this evening. Don’t get her wrong, she loved you. She really did, but when you started drinking - well let’s just say you could be a handful, and that would be the understatement of the century in Katie’s opinion.

As the booth conversed, the Irish woman decided not to worry about you too much, wanting to celebrate the win and knowing that you wouldn’t really be troublesome until much later into the night. 

2 drinks (the ‘funny’ one)

Finishing your second drink, you already felt much lighter, the sight of your happy teammates filling you with delight. 

Your face lit up, as a thought crossed your mind, excitedly looking at the girls in the booth, you questioned, “Why didn’t the melons get married?”

Confused looks were thrown your way at the abrupt topic change, the girl next to you realising that they had officially reached two-drink-Y/N.

When you didn’t get an answer you let out a little chuckle, “Because they cantaloupe.”

Viv covered her mouth with her hand after she accidentally let out a little snort, Beth hitting her shoulder, her eyes rolling, “God, that was awful.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got more,” you said smiling proudly as you put your arms on the table leaning further towards the others, “What’s a funny mountain called?”

Actually finding the display of your horrible jokes amusing, Leah entertained you, “I don’t know.”

“Hill-arious,” you giggled, hitting Katie’s leg as your body shook with laughter. 

Ten jokes later, Leah realised her mistake. While tears were escaping the corners of your eyes as your cheeks started aching, the other girls were sipping their drinks with shaking heads, wondering if you’d be done soon. 

“You know, I just realised,” hopeful gazes met yours as they thought that you were finally about to tell them something that wasn’t another joke, “I tell dad jokes but I don’t have any kids,” you paused, the hope in the other’s eyes diminishing, “I’m a faux pa,” you cackled. 

Groans followed your words, everyone slumping into the booth defeatedly before Beth groaned, “Katie, please do something about that. If I listen to her any longer, my brain will burst.”

Nodding her head, the brunette got up and quickly came back with another drink, setting it down in front of you, “Let’s say goodbye to two-drink-Y/N, everyone!”

3 drinks (the dancey one)

After downing the last sip, you stood up, taking Katie’s hand and eagerly tugging her onto the dance floor, “Let’s dance!”

Sending you a lopsided grin, the slightly tipsy girl followed close behind, already feeling the bass flowing through her body as you two reached your destination. 

She couldn’t help but admire your dancing form. The way you carelessly moved your body with a bright smile on your face, the strobing lights giving you an ethereal glow. 

Almost taking you straight home when you started grinding your ass into her, she tried to control herself in front of her teammates, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing light kisses against your neck. 

As soon as you heard the beginning of Dua Lipa’s ‘Dance The Night’ you pulled away from her with a gasp and prepared for your rehearsed dance moves. With the way you constantly talked about the movie, it was no surprise to Katie when you started doing the dance from ‘Barbie’.

Finishing your choreography with a playful bow after not missing a single step, you turned to your girlfriend breathlessly, “Whew,” you blew a strand of hair that landed in your eye away, “dancing makes you thirsty.”

4 drinks (the philosophical one)

Needing a moment to catch your breath after your (in your opinion incredible) performance, you took a seat next to Alessia, who was chatting animatedly with Lotte. 

Katie pressed a kiss to your cheek, telling you she’d hang out with Leah for a bit before you watched her walk across the room. Turning your head back to the two girls in front of you, who had seemingly finished their conversation, you scooted your chair closer.

“I’ve always wondered why we use toothpaste that dentists recommend when they make their money from bad teeth,” you tell them conspiratorially.

Feeling like her eyes had been opened, an intoxicated Alessia exclaimed, “Oh my god, you’re totally right!” leaning down towards the table she motioned you to come down to her level before whispering, which was actually just her normal speaking voice with a bit more breath, “They probably put really bad stuff in there so we have to come back again.”

Nodding your head frantically, you whispered back, “Exactly,” when you suddenly had an idea and gasped, “We could blackmail all the dentists in the world with this and get a ton of money!”

“We’re geniuses,” the blonde proclaimed, raising her hand for a high five, before whispering again, ignoring the laughter coming from Lotte, “We should probably discuss our master plan in private cause there are too many people here that could steal our idea.”

Agreeing with the girl, you replied, “Yeah, you’re right, we need to talk about something else now, we’re already being way too suspicious!”

Both of them sat upright again, pretending as if nothing happened, searching for a topic they could talk about as the brunette shot them an amused glance.

“Hm, I just thought, like, if a pregnant woman goes underwater, is she like a human submarine?” you questioned with furrowed eyebrows, Lotte choking on her wine at your words. 

Letting the questions run through her brain for a moment, the blonde stated, “That’s a great question! I think we’d need the definition of a submarine for that,” Alessia pondered with a finger on her chin, “Wait a second, I’ll google it.”

Taking her phone out of her pocket, she opened Safari and was about to type in her question, when she suddenly stopped, forgetting what she was about to do. She thought about it for a moment before her train of thought was interrupted by another declaration from you, “I don’t understand how cows are that calm.”

This time, Lotte immersed herself in this absurd conversation between you two, “What do you mean?”

“Well, if the whole floor was food, I’d be the happiest woman alive!”

Puffing out a breath of air, the brunette held her forehead, being done with your bizarre thoughts, as she got up, “I think it’s time for five-drink-Y/N now.”

5 drinks (the confident one)

Downing the shot Lotte had given you, you strutted over to your girlfriend, who was in the middle of a very intense game of beer pong with her blonde friend. 

When you finally reached her, you threw your arms around her neck, pressing a sloppy kiss to her cheek as you whispered in her ear, “Missed me, baby?”

You only got a distracted ‘mhm’ as a response and turned your attention to the thing that had captured your girlfriend’s, only now seeing the ongoing game, “Oh, can I play? I literally won’t miss a single shot, trust me.”

Not even waiting for permission, you took the ball out of Katie’s hand and closed one eye, trying to find the right angle before throwing it. 

“In your face,” you shouted as the ball landed in the red plastic cup and you jumped up and down, your exuberant celebration making Leah think that you had just won the World Cup. 

When the blonde missed and looked up to find your pouting face with the words ‘aw tough luck’ directed towards her, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, Katie just shaking her head.

Your ball flying perfectly into the cup again and the defender missing once more rewarded her with more of your wise words, “Don’t be sad, pookie bear. I bet I could play against every person in this room and kick every single one of their asses.” 

The blonde grumbled under her breath, throwing another ball and finally hitting the inside of the cup, as you noticed Beth finishing her interesting rendition of Eminem’s ‘Lose Yourself’, the only words actually understandable being ‘mom’s spaghetti’, and abruptly exclaimed, “Oh my god, Katie let’s do karaoke! I’m gonna end you with my heavenly riffs.”

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to talk you out of it, the brunette sighed amusedly before nudging the blue cup into your hands, “All right then, you need to drink this first though.”

6 drinks (the sad one)

You pulled your girlfriend along with you, as you made your way onto the stage, leaving her in the middle of it while you went to pick out a song, your eyes lighting up as you chose one. 

Handing Katie the second mic, the first few notes started playing, making you squeal delightedly as the Irish woman face palmed. 

“You’re insecure,” you hollered into the mic, pointing to the girl next to you, waiting for her to finish the line. She begrudgingly uttered, “Don’t know what for,” as the other girls started screaming the lyrics along with you. 

Dancing around the stage with your favourite girl, whose face lit up with a smile while singing with you, you had the time of your life. When you reached the chorus though, things took an astronomical turn, as your grin faded and your voice began quivering. 

“The way that you,” you took a staggering breath as tears filled your eyes, “get- gets me overwhelmed,” you struggled to get out when a sob broke through. 

Katie’s eyes widened, she stopped singing (most of the crowd being too inebriated to notice that they were the only ones continuing) and turned to you, wrapping her arms around your waist to get you to face her, “What’s wrong, love?”

“I just…,” tears streaming down your face and inhaling a big, shaky breath interrupted your cries, “I just realised that if they get back together, they’ll be old and wrinkly and grey and I’ve never seen them live and then I’ll always remember them as these crinkly grandpas,” you sank down to the ground, your whining never stopping as Katie tried to calm you down.

“Hey, I’m sure there’ll be a reunion soon and you’ll get to see One Direction in their prime time,” she rubbed a comforting hand down your back, hoping to ease your sobs.

That only seemed to make it worse, as your hand shot up in front of your mouth while gasping and letting out an even bigger wail, “There won’t even be a reunion! They said- they- they said it’d be an 18-month-long break but it’s been 7 years now!”

Dropping her head in defeat, the Irish woman tried to figure out how to calm you down, not knowing how to help you. When she heard the song still playing in the background, an idea popped into her head as she cupped your face, slowly rubbing her thumb along your cheekbones and handing you the mic with her other hand, “Maybe you can convince them to get back together with your amazing voice, honey.” 

Your breathing slowly turned back to normal, almost causing Katie to punch the air. She smiled at you when you got back onto your feet and nudged your shoulder gently, “Oh, isn’t Niall’s part coming up? He was always your favourite, wasn’t he?”

The brunette’s body went frigid with alarm as your head sank to her shoulder, your cries filling the air once again. After she felt something wet hit her skin, she wanted to cry herself, exasperated that her victory only lasted a few seconds. 

“He doesn’t even have a part in this song,” you wept into the crook of her neck, your left hand tightly gripping her shirt as the tears continued streaming down your face, “They were all so mean to him! Those pigs always said that he couldn’t sing and, and wouldn’t give him any lines in, in the songs. But the worst thing was that they,” you paused to take in a trembling breath, much like an outraged child crying over not getting a toy at the store, “they turned off his mic during the concerts!”

Katie didn’t know how else to help herself, so she picked you up and carried you towards a free table, muttering about how proud of Niall you were for not letting them bring him down and starting his own amazing career accompanying her.

Grabbing a random shot that stood on the table, you raised it with a ‘To my second Irish spouse’ before shooting the liquid down your throat, making Katie choke on her spit.  

7 drinks (the multilingual one)

Feeling a pair of arms around her waist, Katie looked to the left to be met with your dopey smile, “Bonjour Mademoiselle.”

Across from her, impressed looks were sent your way, “Wow, I didn’t know you could speak French,” stated Steph.

“Oui oui, baguette bouquet de camouflage duvet et french fries,” you confidently retorted, fully convinced you’d just said a sentence in French. 

Hearing the snorts coming from both Steph and Katie, you frowned and crossed your arms, “I actually know Spanish though!”

“Oh, really? Knock us out then,” the Aussie motioned to you with her glass and an amused grin.

You puffed out your chest, standing taller before clearing your throat and starting, “Putellas es guijarro mucho bonmati gracias! Qué bien, no?”

Steph realised too late that she shouldn’t have taken a sip before you started, as her drink went down the wrong way, Katie slapping her back gently as she chuckled, “Honey, now you’re just naming Spanish football players.”

You stomped your feet, not believing how they couldn’t appreciate your (in your words) multilingualness as their laughter reached your ears. 

8 drinks (the confused one)

While Katie knew it wasn’t a good idea when Alessia pulled you from your seat, stating that you just had to take shots with her, she was glad she didn’t stop her when she was able to witness this truly hilarious scene. 

Watching you from her spot next to Leah, she had a clear view of the two of you as you ordered two shots of tequila, already having slices of lime in hand and the salt on the counter.

When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, the two of you sent him an intoxicated smile and got to work. While Alessia was able to go through the procedure as usual, you took a different approach. 

The Irish woman’s eyes widened when you rubbed the lime on the back of your hand before you poured a bit of the tequila over it and licked your hand. She couldn’t hold in her laughter as you bit into the lime, downed the shot and then bit into it again. 

“Jesus, she’s hammered,” chuckled Leah from beside her. The brunette just shook her head, got up and walked towards you, pulling your stumbling form towards her previous seat. 

“You’ve had a bit to drink tonight, haven’t you?” questioned the blonde teasingly as you two reached her, making you shake your head.

“’m not even drunk,” you declared, trying to stop yourself from slurring your words.

Reaching into her pocket and taking out her phone, Leah turned it towards you, “Can you tell the time?”

You frowned a bit, finding her request weird before you shrugged your shoulders and put your arms on the table, leaning forward until your nose was touching her phone screen, “I’m not drunk.”

Cackles roared from the girls around you, as Leah hit the table, tears escaping the corners of her eyes while Katie rolled her eyes, trying to stop her chuckles as you shrugged, not understanding what they were laughing about, and downed the rest of your girlfriend’s beer. 

9 drinks (the clumsy one)

9-drink-Y/N had always been the last one of the night, seeing as she wasn’t even able to drink anything. 

Tonight though, Caitlin wouldn’t stop until she got you to drink one more beverage, wanting to use this special night as a debut for 10-drink-Y/N.

She had to admit that it wasn’t as easy as she thought it’d be. She already struggled with getting you to sit down somewhere as you tripped over your own feet every two steps, so she didn’t know how she’d be able to get you to drink something.

But when you finally sat down (after missing the chair multiple times) she had hope again.

Quickly fetching a beer, she sat down next to you, handing you the bottle. She watched as you raised it to your lips, the excited smile on her face only getting bigger.

Then you tipped the bottle and instead of the liquid going into your mouth, it went straight onto the table, not even touching your skin.  

Caitlin jumped and hastily turned the beer upright again before helping you and calling out triumphantly when you took a few sips, “Guys, I did it! We’re gonna see 10-drink-Y/N!”

10 drinks (the flirty one) 

Katie hurriedly strode over to you wanting to witness 10-drink-Y/N be there for her girlfriend as almost the whole team gathered around you, curiously watching your every move. 

When you felt the warm body next to you, you turned to her and started playing with her hair before you spoke, “You must be the reason for global warming cause you’re hot.”

The Irish woman swatted your hand which was messing up her hair as she registered your slurred words, rolling her eyes when chatter about what they were expecting you to act like broke out between her teammates.

You didn’t care though and leaned towards Katie again, “I’m not into watching sunsets,” you paused for a second, a frown forming on your face as you rushed out in a whisper, “Actually, I am but just pretend I’m not so I can impress you with my amazing flirting skills.”

“So, I’m not into watching sunsets, but I’d love to see you go down,” you declared, trying to send her a wink, but actually just blinking slowly. 

Your girlfriend laughed, thinking you would just continue to tell her horrible pickup lines. 

After a while, she realised that she had underestimated 10-drink-Y/N. You started nibbling on her neck and trailing your hand up and down her thigh, making her squirm in her seat. 

Katie stood up to go to the restroom when you grabbed her arm and turned her around, “Did you sit in a pile of sugar?”

Her eyebrows furrowed at your question but then her eyes widened as you continued, “Cause you have a pretty sweet ass!”

Accompanying your words with a squeeze of her ass, you sent her another wink blink.

Knowing that if you continued this, your teammates would be scarred for life, Katie quickly called a cab and made sure to carry you from your seat to the taxi and from the taxi to your bed, wanting to avoid any more trouble with your inebriated self. 

[enbysanavi]

RE:V Lords and Mother Miranda with a reader that was in a band

Alcina Dimitrescu

When she figures out that one of her maids has a talent for playing piano, she approached you to ask where you learned.

When you tell her that you had been playing for a few years she offered you extra pay to play whenever she had guests over.

It wasn’t until Bela asked you to tutor her in the piano that Alcina figures out that your skills don’t just lay with piano playing but singing as well.

The curiosity burns inside of her and she asks if you were in a band before you came to work for her.

You hesitantly say yes.

When she hears your hesitation she wants to ask more but decided to let it go for now.

She seeks out the Duke and asks him if he can get any information on you and your band.

A month later and there are a few records delivered to the castle. Alcina sits in one of her arm chairs with a glass of wine as she listened to your band.

She is… surprised when she hears the satanic verses hidden within the music.

When she hears you sing though…

She is in awe

After all she too was in a band herself but that was many years ago.

Your band was more modern and even then it wasn’t liked due to its imagery.

She can’t help but wonder if the rumour of the band members being demons was real

Karl Heisenberg

When the man finds hears you talking with another factory worker about how you used to be the lead guitarist in a band he is instantly curious.

Being someone who only has been hearing old music on the radio for all the years he has been here, naturally he would want something new.

Heisenberg never usually goes to The Duke, much preferring to just get things himself.

So when he returns with a guitar and an amp he summons you to his office in the factory and demands (asks) you to play for him.

You’re confused by finding a guitar in your hands after all this time made you happy to preform even if it was for a scruffy guy like Heisenberg.

He had never heard rock music like that before.

From that moment on he wanted you to play music for him.

He didn’t care what your life was before the factory, he was just impressed that you could play.

Not so secretly he wanted to get some bigger amps and play your shredding outside of Miranda’s lab.

Donna Beneviento

Donna hates loud noises. It scares her and makes her want to crawl into a hole and hide away.

She didn’t like loud music either so when you casually mention you were in a band that has albums that were considered heavy metal, she was iffy.

Angie on the other hand was ecstatic. She wanted to hear you play all of the drum solos that you said you mastered over the course of a few months.

You didn’t want to scare Donna away, especially after working so hard to coax her out of her shell so you came up with an alternative.

You got some vinyl records from Duke and offered to quietly play them for Donna and Angie.

Don’t get Donna wrong.

She loves that you used to be in a band. She loves that’s you are still passionate about music now.

You got the vinyl from Duke and played it for the two.

Angie loved it, she jumped up and down excitedly as she listened to the record.

Donna was more calm with her praise.

She bobbed her head along approvingly and after the vinyl was over she told you that you played wonderfully but if you were to ever pick up drumming again then please don’t do it in the house.

Moreau Salvator

The first thing he knew about you is that you talked a lot about a type of fish.

He was confused on why you liked fish so much but maybe that was why you lived so close to the reservoir.

When he worked up the confidence to talk to you and ask why you liked fish so much you laughed.

He instantly felt bad that you were laughing at him before you reassured him that you weren’t.

You told him that you played an instrument called a Bass but you also liked fish too.

He wanted to know more about an instrument named after a fish and how you became such a good player.

When you told him that you used to play in a band he was excited and asked you to play for him.

You hesitantly told him that the Bass wasn’t really a main instrument even though it was just as important as other instruments.

He never thought that he would relate with an instrument but here he was.

He still wanted you to play for him so you agreed.

Even though the Bass was quiet he quickly grew to like it and you playing it for him.

He even asked for you to teach him one day even though he has webbed hands.

Mother Miranda.

You were just a normal villager when Mother Miranda stumbled upon you.

You wanted to bring colour to the village by playing music at the local pub.

She wanted to know why there seemed to be an extra perk in her villager’s steps.

So she followed a few villages in a disguise to make her look just like any other woman.

When she found you drawing a crowd while playing the guitar she was curious. She had never heard of any villager playing an instrument.

She couldn’t help but follow you to your humble cottage away from the rest of the village.

You had inherited the cottage from an old family friend who’s last wish was for the cottage to be lived in.

Mother Miranda watched you as you played and enjoyed the simple music you played.

When she approached you in a disguise she asked you how you became such a talented guitarist.

You sheepishly confessed that you were only a rhythm guitarist and not a lead.

She couldn’t see why you spoke with such hesitancy. You played well even if you weren’t a lead guitarist.

“I see no band here other than yourself. You are the lead guitarist in this village whether you like it or not”

[kquil]

SIRIUS BLACK | 01:27 ⏤HIS FAVOURITE NEIGHBOUR

SUM : because of his ambition for music, sirius drives many of his neighbours to near madness until they eventually move away and then you move in...

G. : modern au ; muggle au ; rising rockstar sirius ; rising rockstar marauders ; neighbours au ; fluff

LENGTH : 0.8k

Sirius has gone through his fair share of neighbours and he can’t blame them; in his pursuit of music with the Marauders, his electric guitar has helped drive them away sooner than their contract ends. He has yet to maintain any pleasant interactions with his neighbours, all of the ones he’s had have been decent at first meeting but that’s usually when he’s greeted to welcome them into their new home, simple pleasantries. It’s a few days into living beside him that complaints start. 

It doesn’t bother him too much, seeing as they never stay long enough or were pleasant enough to be around for Sirius to befriend them but it was still a shame. 

And once again, the cycle restarts. 

“Oh hey,” Sirius greets with his usual boyish grin, devilish and delinquent, “so you’re going to be my new neighbour, huh?”

“Yup,” you smile, setting down some of your final few boxes to outstretch a hand, “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you…”

Sirius shakes your hand with a smile, “Sirius Black at your service,” he brings your knuckles to his lips and winks playfully as you giggle, “nice to meet you too,” he greets, disguising his internal grimace with some light humour; the thought that you may not be as sweet to him in just a few days from now brings a sour taste to his mouth. It’s a shame, because you’re super cute. 

“Sirius…” you try saying his name with a growing smile on your face, “like the star?” Sirius nods with a shrug as you smile, “Cool name,”

“Thanks,” just as you’re about to pick up your boxes again, Sirius breaks the ice, “listen, I just wanted to warn you about something,” he uncharacteristically rubs the back of his neck with a hand, looking troubled as you raise a brow. 

“What is it?”

“I’m a guitarist, I play the electric guitar, actually,” you smile, originally cautious but already understanding where he was going, “so I would play often and it gets loud, just some fair warning,”

“I see, thank you for letting me know,” you nod thankfully, smiling and pick up your boxes again. 

“I’ll play only at reasonable times, I promise,”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you nod thankfully to him once more and go about moving in your things again, leaving Sirius to flash a bitter smile before making his way into his own home. You’re pleasant now but he’s sure you won’t stay sweet and adorable for long, you wouldn’t be the first…

Weeks pass and not a single complaint. 

Sirius was ecstatic. Not a single fucking complaint! You’re a saint, always greeting him with your usual smile whenever you two catch each other and he gushes about you endlessly to the boys. 

“She hasn’t complained once!” Sirius sighs with relief and connects his guitar to the amplifier, lowering the volume just slightly; he’s willing to be more courteous since you’re so understanding and pleasant, “what an angel,” he says more to himself than the boys as they share a look between one another. 

“This’ll be the first time we’re practicing together though,” James reminds him as they settle behind their instruments, “this will definitely test her understanding,” he chuckles as Sirius bites his lip nervously. You were so perfect, he doesn’t want to see you go now. Not only do you not seem to mind the music but you’ve treated him to home baked goods every saturday too and he doesn’t want it to ever end; your cookies are unbeatable!

“Come on guys…” he starts but is cut off by James practicing his part of the drums, Remus soon joining him on bass with a sympathetic smile and Peter follows with the keyboard. 

Muscle memory persuades Sirius to eventually join, playing only a few minutes more before he’s stopping everyone and forcefully lowering the volumes on Remus’s amplifier, on Peter’s keyboard and warning James to ease up on the drums or so help him…

“Alright alright, jeez, I just wanted to make sure this girl was the right one….” he pouts like a scolded child and the group continues to play with considerably lowered volumes. It was so far reduced that they were easily interrupted by a loud banging on the wall you shared with Sirius. 

As soon as they stop, they hear you shout through, “TURN THAT SHIT UP! THIS IS MY TYPE’A MUSIC!”

Everyone laughs, Sirius with the most relief, throwing his head back and they all make the proper adjustments. 

“Lucky,” Peter sighs with a pout, “I wish my neighbours were like her,” 

“Don’t we all?” Remus agrees with a nod. 

“Looks like she’s as perfect as you said, Pads,” James teases. 

“You should try her cookies,” Sirius winks, “they’re to die for,”

“Lucky bastard,” someone whispers and Sirius just laughs. 

PART TWO

A/N : i love rockstar sirius but what was his life like before all the fame? and then this timestamp came to be! i hope you enjoyed the reads, lovelies!

TAGLIST : @melinajenkins ; @astonishment ; @until-i-found-you ; @goodoldfashionedluvergirl ; @tiensmamains

NAVI.

[nishiyako]

After Party (NSFW)

Paring : DJ!Tamaki x RaveGirl!Reader

Tags : vaginal penetration, creampie, hair pulling (m receiving), older male x younger female (3 years apart), pussyjob, sex on table (dj table), reunited, mention of whiskey, tamaki was a perv back in highschool

Summary : After an incident, you never thought you'd go back to a rave. That was until your friend pestered you to come with her to check out this new artist. After finding out this artist was an old friend, he invited you backstage for more than a chat.

Your friend had found this new artist and have been edging you to come to a rave again, after an incident a few years ago you thought you'd never return to one but that didn't stop your friends on reminiscing on the 'good days'.

You were a party animal, absolutely wild. It was always fun when you'd be around since you never had an off-switch.

After a few days of pestering, you finally gave in agreeing to go on a few conditions. Once your friend complied, it was only a few hours until it started.

You arrived as the laser lights flashed and loud music peirced your ears. you defenetly missed the feeling, the blinding lights and bass full music made your brain all fuzzy.

You rushed to the front with your friend but as you inched closer you were found in suprise as you saw exactly who was behind the booth, fiddling with the buttons and knobs.

Amajiki was always quiet, eyes to the floor and always well reserved, so you meeting him at a rave was unexpected. What was even more unexpected was him being the DJ.

It was him, without a doubt, his scruffy dark hair and pointed ears. Though he was wearing a headset, it was only covering one ear, which made it easy to identify him

Your friend was already in her element. She couldn't care less what was going on. You stood there as his once-focused eyes turned to you. In the dim club, you could still see his piercing indigo eyes.

His eyes widened seeing you, like he was surprised you were there, that was defenetly him.

The night still continued. he'd steal glances from time to time to watch how you moved your body. The vibrations of the bass rushed through you as you experienced the rave like it was your first.

You felt a strange sense of nostalgia as the night came to an end, as people started leaving a bouncer approached you, you and your friend started to panic trying to recount if you did anything wrong but the man pulled you away from your friend for "a talk".

Long story short, you didn't do anything wrong. Tamaki has simply invited you backstage, and only you. The bouncer said you weren't allowed to bring your little friend.

You told her, and instead of being a jealous bitch she was absolutely ecstatic. She left as soon as possible telling you to tell her every single detail in the morning, before you could even remind her to be safe going home she was alredy out the door booking an Uber.

You were escorted behind the stage of the huge club, the bouncer opened the door for you, you saw him sitting on some couch in the dimly lit room, manspred and hand holding a cup of what you assumed was whiskey from its dark-yellow, almost orange color.

Your eyes took him in, trying to see every new detail and compare it from when you last saw him.

His hands were tired, nails painted black as his wrists were covered by multiple rainbow kandi bracelets. his physique is still the same from high school. He was a little muscular, yes, but he still had that lean body you always had a type for.

His hair was a mess as his forehead had a glisten of sweat, his eyeliner smudged as his bulky headsets hanged round his neck, necklaces scattering over a black buckle chocker, this was not the Tamaki you remembered.

"Long time no see," you said nervously. He stood up as he placed his drink on a random table. "Yeah, long time..." his voice was still shakey. It was so familiar.

He was taller than you remembered, he was always taller than you but now you were just around his lower shoulder, it intimidated you as he walked around the room "When did you start raving? I never knew you were into this type of thing." He asked.

"Right after we graduated from UA, collage was stressful. I stoped after an incident. What about you? You also never seemed the type." You asked the question back

"Ever since my first year in UA, before you enrolled. the loudness drowned out all the bad thoughts which I found helpful"

You never thought such a quiet person like him would be into such loud music, especially Amajiki.

"How about DJing? This is a pretty popular club. Only a few local artists perform, " you said, sitting beside him on the velvet couch.

You saw his eyes run down your body, your barely exposed tits only being hid by a skimpy top, to your skinny bottoms highlighting your hips and thighs for him. It was clear that he wasent the only one who changed

"I haven't done it for long, I just know what's good. So I got popular quickly. I DJ here during EDM nights and do a few shows around the city." He said, "I can show you the booth if that's what you want..."

The night was young, and you were still curious about his new hobby, of course you said yes.

As he took you to the booth, you were overwhelmed, looking at all the scales and knobs, "is it okay if I touch some stuff?" You ask. He nodded. He could just fix everything later.

It was just you and him at the club at that moment. You fiddled with the controls as his eyes stayed fixated on you. He took in every detail of your perfect body, huggable waist and your fuckable ass in those tight jeans. You weren't the timid first year he remembered, the both of you have grown so even if he was a little older than you, it wouldn't be that bad since you're both adults now, Right?

You turned around to see him standing behind you, still with his signature slouch and a tent in his baggy pants. You squeezed your thighs at the sight. Was this because of you? Most probably.

Artists mostly call girls backstage cause they think they're hot and most likely want to fuck so you took it upon yourself to guess he didn't just want a chat about catching up between old friends.

"So did you just want to talk or did you have something else in mind..?" You asked turning around, sandwiched bewteen the booth and Tamaki. obviously rubbing your thighs together as your hands rested on the metal table waiting for his response.

"Well, that's up to you." He said, placing his hands on the sides of your waist, traping you between him and the booth. He inched closer as you started to get lost in his indigo eyes. We're the both of you really gonna do it here, right now?

You hugged his neck going in for the kiss hoping that you played your cards right, you felt his grip only grow tighter on the skin of your waist, his quivering lips against yours. If this is how it happened he wouldn't really mind.

Tamakis hands wandered to your thighs to lift them up, making you make you sit on the edge of his beloved table. Your legs dangled off the edge, spreading open for his convenience.

His hands wandered to his studded belt, unbuckled in a few seconds he pulled down his pants to expose himself, alredy been twitching from your kisses. You didn't want him to do all the work, of course.

You eagerly slipped off your tight jeans and pushed your panties to the side. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as he rubbed against you, bucking his hips to the addictive friction.

You were already eager to have him inside you. You tugged on his hair as you were impatient and needy for his cock.

"Amajiki, don't tease me like this." You begged, he snapped back onto reality .Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was teasing you like that..." he said, voice shakey and awkward.

"If you wanted it inside you, could've just asked..." he hinted, he loved hearing that voice of yours. "Just fuck me alredy... please. I need you right now Tamaki." You pleaded.

He pulled you closer to him as his hips were against yours, the distance between you closes as he kisses you once more. You felt his body against yours as you melted in his touch.

Your body jolted as he sliped in slowly, stretching you to take him whole, you whined into his kiss as you tugged on his scruffy hair.

He gave you time to re-adjust, but that would be the most mercy he'd show you. He slipped in and out of you as your chest pressed against his.

He pulled away from the kiss as you threw your head back, moaning from the feeling of him hitting your gummy sweet spot over and over again.

You didn't expect expect him to be so good. He was attractive and talented so you could guess a bunch of girls would be throwing themselves at him after shows.

His thrusts quickened, making your body tense as he held you with his arms. Your hand grabbed a handful and tugged on his hair as he peppered your neck with kisses and bites.

Your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoed around the dim room, He fucked you on the stages booth mercilessly making you drip on the metal table, no problem, he'll just clean it after.

Even if you knew it was wrong having sex with someone you haven't talked to in years, it still felt so good, like you were meant to be there.

He didn't know if he was a pervert for enjoying this veiw, once a freshman now a DJ's whore.

He used to watch you as you walked down UA's halls in your little dark-green skirt, plush thighs pouring out of your black thigh highs, he always felt wrong for having a lust for you.

But now he could indulge every nasty fantasy he had now the both of you were all grown up.

He dragged his cock in and out of you, watching your cute little reactions as your head was thrown back with your mouth wide open, screaming and pleading his name.

His breaths grew heavy, and his thrusts sloppy, yet he couldn't get enough of you. You were better than any glass of whiskey or bass drop he could ask for, and he kind of hated it.

With the bites on your neck and the fluids dripping down your thighs, not to mention your sluty moans, they were music to his ears. He knew you were close, no doubt about it.

He fucked you raw and senseless, like an animal in heat, you wonder how long it's been since you've felt like this, it felt divine.

Your legs wrapped around his waist to get him deeper into you, begging for even more of his cock he couldn't say no, his palm pressed against your arched back closing whatever distance your once had.

He held you close. It made you feel... protected. " 'Tmaki, I'm close!" You muttered, "You want it, baby?" He cooed, his voice was shakey as his hands were shaking from the pleasure.

After a frantic nod he picked up his speed, not the smartest decision but it worked. Your legs were left shaking as he filled you full.

Your arched back, loud moans and sopping cunt was perfect to him, it drove Tamaki crazy.

You caught your breath as he slipped out of you. You can't believe you just did that, and honestly, neither did he.

But at the end of the night, you appreciated your persuasive friend. If she didn't pester you for a few weeks, this wouldn't have happened.

The night ended with shakey legs and a new phone number in your contacts, Tamakis obviously.

(Inspired by DJ WH0RE by S3RL)

[persistenttenderness]

I was held at gunpoint by @felsicveins to make this so heres the run down for Bass:

Bass and John Dory meet after John Dory passes out in the dessert wholly unprepared to cross it after getting horribly lost going to the neverglade trail after the Brozone break up

Bass saves his ass and nurses him back to health, John Dory mistakes him for his guardian angel and calls him angel all the time as a pet name

John Dory has always been attracted to talented people and the first time John hears him sing he falls in love.

Bass is a solid guy, the best way to describe him, very forward in his needs and communication and very chill. Rolls with the punches and always gives good advice, a big picture guy.

Bass has a little puppy crush on JD that turns into something way more serious than he expects, which is the reason why they eventually break up, JD was never going to stay and Bass was never going to come with him.

John Dory and Bass had a few good months together before John Dory felt like he had to keep going on his weird wilderness journey of self discovery, which resulted in a fight between the two resulting in John leaving Vibe City early the next morning.

JD regrets leaving, regrets the way he jerked B around, he was too young and inexperienced to be mature about their relationship and he left on poor terms, later in life though he thinks of him with nothing but love and fondness; he was someone who showed John kindness at a low point in his life, he was just too stupid and naive to appreciate it.

When John Dory and Bass reunite after many years during the Brozone reunion tour it’s bittersweet but nice, after JD left Bass eventually settled down with his current partner and they had a kid. Bass is ecstatic, he is very nurturing and loves his kid more than anything (his name is Bo)

[simplyhughes]

Hi Ellie, so nice to meet you! Loved your first piece ("my girl" as a pet name makes me fold like a lawn chair)! May I please request something with Jack? The specifics are up to you, but may it please be someone who is plain and very quiet in public. I feel like that would raise some eyebrows with Jack being so outgoing and sought after. Please and thank you. P.s. I listened to "Waste" by Foster the People while daydreaming about this if you want a song rec. Sorry!

Apart of the Group

First of all, thank you so much for being my first request I was soooo excited! I got a little carried away with this idea, and I may have strayed a little from your original request so apologies there. But I think this turned out pretty cute! Also, I ended up listening to the song while writing this… 10/10 great music taste 😋

Posting on here still makes me kind of nervous, but I do want to say thank you to everyone who enjoyed my last fic!!!! I am taking request and I’m so excited to fulfill some more :P I hope this fic is good!!! 

WC: 961 😧😧

Tw: social anxiety (?)

Throughout your life, you were known for your quiet demeanor, often keeping to yourself to avoid unnecessary conflict or attention. This didn't mean you were a loner; it just meant it was harder to break your shell. To anyone else, you may come off as withdrawn or timid, and honestly, that's true. But it's just a persona for those you aren't close to.

Growing up as family friends with three charismatic and unusually talented brothers was refreshing. You got to experience what life would be like if you had possessed those traits, not watching in envy but adoration. That adoration focused itself on the middle brother, Jack.

Jack didn't even have to try to get you to let your guard down; it just happened. He radiated a feeling of comfort that made him so easy to be around. After years of chasing each other, right as Jack was entering his first year in the NHL, you guys finally got together. You complimented each other in ways that were both unexpected and perfect, filling in the gaps the other lacked.

Life had picked up pace, and both of you succumbed to work. With Jack in Jersey and you back home in Michigan, you didn't get to see each other often. Being enrolled in university didn't allow for free time; you were either busing tables or hitting the books. Even though you and Jack shared troubling schedules, you two always found time to chat, even if it was late at night. Eventually, your schedules aligned. You finally were able to catch a flight to Jersey to see your boyfriend in action. On top of that, the New Jersey Devils were having a get-together for all of their wives and girlfriends. That made Jack ecstatic. He was so thrilled to be able to show off his girl, he was practically bouncing off the walls. You, on the other hand, felt queasy at the thought.

Jack had picked you up from the airport and took you back to his apartment. After basking in each other's company for the rest of the day and making up for lost time, you two settled in bed. As soon as the covers were pulled over, Jack was out. Your touch was something he craved for so long, and to finally have it alleviated all his stress, acting like melatonin.

Unfortunately, sleep didn't come as easy for you. Your mind was racing, thinking about every outcome tomorrow would bring. Will his teammates like you? Will their girlfriends like you? Eventually, you tired yourself out, and your eyelids fluttered shut with your fingers tangled in your boyfriend's hair.

The morning was spent over a cup of coffee and breakfast Jack surprisingly hadn't burned, sharing kisses and embraces in between. Both of you got ready in unison, helping Jack with his outfit and him attempting to help you with your hair. The ride to his teammate's house, who you knew as Bass, was quiet. Jack could tell you were nervous and had rested his palm against your thigh, rubbing small comforting circles. He parked along the street and opened the passenger door for you to exit. With your hands clasped, you both walked towards the front door.

Immediately, the door swung open, revealing a tall guy with a toothy grin who greeted you.He pulled Jack into one of those guy hugs and ushered you two in the door. The room was loud which made you instinctively lach to Jack's arm. Settling on the couch, surrounded by other players and their partners, Jack got to socializing. You felt eyes on you. The words you spoke were minimal and ended with you introducing yourself, with the help of your boyfriend. Your head rested against Jack's shoulder with his arm snaking around yours leaving his hand resting on your leg.

Soon enough his conversation fizzles out and he looks down at you with a soft gaze. He leans down to reach your ear, “You okay, baby?”. You let out a hum. At this point, your nerves were gone, but this still wasn't your crowd. “I'm good, just taking everything in…” you reply finally using your words. His lips meet your forehead while his hand caresses your cheek.

You two were so lost in your bubble to hear the conversation of a few of the girlfriends on the other sofa. “They are so different” one of them giggles. “I know…but it's too cute.” another responds. Jack smiles at you and turns back to talking now occasionally giving you the chance to nudge in.

As the night came to a close, you found yourself feeling a sense of belonging you hadn't anticipated. Surrounded by Jack's teammates and their partners, you realized that acceptance wasn't as elusive as you once thought. Back at Jack's apartment, you two snuggled up on the couch. His phone pinged with a text from one of the guys. “Hey take a look at this y/n…” Jack said as he shifted his phone to be your view. “Bratters girl, Nicole, wants to see if you wanna go to the WAGs luncheon thing before the game tomorrow. Look at my girl making friends and shit!” He exclaimed while pinching your cheeks. You pushed your head into his chest to hide your smile.

Today, you hurdled more than you could have if you were to do it alone. Jack brings out the best in you, pushing you when you need it. With Jack by your side, facing any uncertainty seemed less daunting. As you settled into bed, wrapped in each other's embrace, you felt a profound sense of contentment wash over you. Tomorrow might bring new challenges, but you knew that as long as you had Jack, you could face them head-on, together.

[rodolfoparras]

and what better way to celebrate that with some writing /lh no beta as always we balling!!!

You've worked with the TF141 for quite some time and close enough to tell some past stories from childhood or funny awkward ones from college, that include the Captain itself. There's a gnawing feeling deep inside you albeit, Price reminded you of someone.

And your confirmation admits true when he showed you a picture where he played bass for fun before he enlisted and in college.

Blood turns cold, face drained of colours as you stared at the image for far too long— the brown messy hair tied to a hairbun, and he was just a tad skinnier back then, face clean of the facial hair unlike now. But that black with metal band t-shirt was what caught your eyes.

It was one of the nights that took a mighty toll on you, work and personal affairs and people, you were so mentally exhausted. Then, Price and some of his friends back in uni came to the bar to perform, and let's just say with the way he boldly plays the bass, the cheeky wink where he notices you're blushing especially at him, a slight gesture to the back after the music— and you both find yourself in the alleyway, fucking the night away.

Oh, you remember that night very well.

Sure, it was dirty beside the dumpster barely covering the action shined by the nearby streetlights, it was unsanitary— the way your cum keep leaking onto the floor as you go for rounds after rounds (the young age), it was *fucking loud* and the filth of the words spluttered by Price was unmistakable to what you're both up to.

*"God, ahh.. like that, dude, give it to me!" "Don't you dare fucking stop— nghs, fuck!" "Yeah, you like that? I have a pretty talented hand, I'll admit." "Y— you're pretty big aye? Fill me up good, I'm flattered you like my play that much you get your fucking dick this hard."*

How long was it? How much times even did you come that night? Incomprehensible, and uncountable to the times you've gone to other people, that's for sure.

You snapped out of thought when Price called out your name and title in a loud commanding voice, eyebrows furrowed and those wrinkles frowned as he scrutinizing you. "You have been staring at the picture for long there, mate. You good?"

A hesitant nod given to him as an answer, and the conversation after that went along.. just fine.

And the after that.

Your head keep replaying the intimate memory over and over again after you've come to the realization that you had the best one night stand with this very man who is the Captain to the elite special task force you're working with/to. And it's not easy to forget.

That was ages ago. He wouldn't remember it, old age plays partially into the part.

That still doesn't excuse why your heart aches to how...normal he's acting with you. This should be the best outcome, imagine how awkward it would be if he knows? *"Oh you've fucked our Captain before in his youth?"* Not only the future missions would be jeopardize indirectly by that unnecessary fact, it'll also ruin the bonds you have with the team. It's for the best.

.. Did you know Captain Price remembers it?

He can't let you know that yes, he knows you not only as teammates but also the one man he's been pinning over the decades after that one night? Imagine how ecstatic was he when it was announced by the higher ups when you would be joining/working along his team— sure he was skeptical at first, he doesn't trust anyone easily anymore. But once he saw your face, all that negative feelings disappeared into thin air. He remembers your handsome face anytime, and the way it have gone rougher by the years of military treatment, boy does it jog that little memory very well.

But no— he can't let you know. Even if by everyday he has to ride himself on the largest monster dildo he ever purchased while gagging his mouth with a pair of your boxer that he stole, or to resort to stalking you through the live security feeds, or to have recordings of your commands whenever he could.

The fact that you both remembers that night, unknowingly to each other, lingers in the air like the deadly lust.

(see how I looped it to the pervert price au CUZ IM OBSESSED falls to the floor)

-🪂

NONONON DOTN SORP PLEASE I NEED MORE PEAXH IM LOSIJF IT HEREHESUSCHRIST

[pinkslipxox]

could you possibly make a fic where we are best friends with rai and alondrissa and we’re streaming with them and they surprise us with young miko and then the tension between us is so bad that at the end of the night there’s a heated make out seshh 😩😩

Oooh yesss! I wrote this based on the stream she did with them! I did my best, hope you like it ❤️

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“Que rica esa canción!” Alondra exclaims with delight as the gritty, distorted bass of ‘Oye, ma’ begins to echo throughout the room. She rises from the seat and encourages the audience to sing along.

As soon as the beat drops, Young Miko appears in front of the camera, dancing as Alo, Rai and Alex cheer and scream with delight. You’re just as ecstatic to see the rapper. You’ve only seen her in photos and video, but God, she looks incredible in person. Her red hair cascades over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, her tattoos on full display thanks to the short sleeved shirt she’s wearing, and the rings on her fingers are to die for.

As the song continues to play, Miko dances and greets the trio with hugs before making her way over to you. She gives you a friendly smile before pulling you into her arms. You soak up her affection like a sponge, hardly believing that you’re hugging Young Miko herself.

“Miko, en verdad gracias por la oportunidad. ¡Que locura!” Alo laughs as she steals another hug from Miko before sitting down.

“Ay, yo te amo,” Alex says as he hugs Miko.

“Yo la amo! YO LA AMO!” Rai shouts with excitement.

“Muchas gracias a ustedes!” Miko says, grinning from ear to ear.

“Y tenemos una otra invitada— nuestra amiga, Y/N. Está aquí visitando familia acá en Puerto Rico y la pedimos si podía acompañarnos,” Rai introduces you with a wide smile on her face. She then leans into Miko’s ear and whispers loudly, “Ella es una gran fan tuya, Miko!”

“Rai!” you whine from embarrassment.

“Esta bien,” Miko chuckles. “Es un placer conocerte, Y/N.”

“El placer es todo mío,” you smile softly, praying that the blush on your cheeks isn’t visible to the fans watching the stream.

“Ay, mírala se puso pachosa!” Alex coos loudly, poking your cheek, and you playfully swat his hand away from your face.

“SE ME PEGÓ Y/N!” the dark haired boy screams dramatically, causing the three girls to laugh.

“Muy bien, Y/N!” Rai praises as she claps her hands, making Alex’s jaw drop in mock offense.

“¡Ya basta, cabrones, portense bien!” Alo scolds as if she were a mother of three small children, yet her tone playful. She then puts her hand on Miko’s shoulder, pouting her lower lip. “Perdona, Miko, son mis hijos…”

Miko laughs. “Acho, está bien. Ya lo estoy pasando cabrón.”

In true Alondra and Rai fashion, the stream continues on in a mix of chaos, boisterous laughter, and delighted shrieks. Despite trying your hardest to stay in the moment, you find yourself drawn to Miko with every word that comes out of her mouth, each smile that spreads on her lips, and laugh that she makes.

Every now and then, Miko glances at you, and she smirks when you quickly look away from her. Thankfully neither Alondra, Rai, or Alex notice the silent tension between the two of you, all of them too excited to even look twice at either of you. You just pray that no one in the stream notices, yet you’re sure that someone is bound to do so.

The rest of the stream flies by, consisting of the trio celebrating hitting their first one million fans, you and Miko holding Rai and Alondra’s Guinea pigs, and Miko trying to put together a tattoo machine. You swear you’ve never laughed so hard in your entire life once the stream is over. Once you’ve thanked Rai, Alondra and Alex for the fun time, you decide to take a quick walk around the neighborhood to calm down the excitement that’s still buzzing within you.

“Hey, Y/N!” an all too familiar voice calls after you.

It’s Miko.

“Hi, Miko,” you greet her with a smile, your voice soft.

“Mind if I join you?” she asks, her voice smooth as honey with a hint of playfulness in it.

“Si, porque no,” you hum, trying to play it cool.

As you walk together in silence, you’re wracking your brains trying to think what to say to her without being it being awkward. You’re still trying to process everything that’s happened during the past hour and a half. And now here you are, walking the streets of Puerto Rico with Young Miko.

“You’re so cute cuando te pones pachosa, nena,” Miko murmurs, a hint of a smirk in her voice.

“Just cute?” you tease, a surge of unexpected confidence coursing through your veins as you turn your head to look at the redhaired woman. “You’re alright, I guess.”

Miko scoffs playfully. “That’s it? Just ‘alright’? The way you were staring at me says otherwise, mami.”

Oh, fuck it, you think to yourself.

Before you can stop yourself, you quickly step in front of Miko and mold your lips against hers. She’s taken aback for a brief moment before she kisses back, smirking into your mouth. Miko holds you closer, her chest pressed against yours, soft moans and gasps escaping from each of you as the kiss becomes more passionate, almost desperate. You wrap your arms around her neck, and Miko’s hands grip your hips, pulling them close to hers.

Miko’s lips then plants hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. The rest of the world around you fades away, your only focus being Miko. You don’t care if anyone sees you two like this, all you want is Miko and everything she has to offer.

“How about we take this somewhere else?” Miko hums against your skin, and you’re nodding your head before she can even finish her sentence.

Some day, some how, you are going to pay Rai and Alondra back for tonight.

[weirdosinthestereo]

The Cowboy and the Rocker (Tyler Owens x F!Reader)

Author's note: This is just a slightly self-indulgent story I've come up with after obsessing over Twisters. The reader has a name, but I don't think any physical characteristics are mentioned besides music taste and story age. Unedited! Enjoy! No warnings really for now.

Tyler sighed irritably as he stood beside his truck, he checked his phone for the fifth time in a span of six minutes. 

“Where is this kid?!” Tyler spits as he turned to Boone who was checking some mechanics in the big red Dodge. Tyler was ecstatic to help a student from the University of Alabama get data for their Masters project, but they were slightly behind making it to the meeting spot.

“C'mon man! They are only like three minutes late. You're just impatient.” Boone laughed as he lifted his head from the middle console. Tyler rolled his eyes and his lips pulled into a fine line as he looked out at the early morning sky. The spring weather was nice, but dark clouds already threatened them with storms to come. Tyler noticed a blacked out lifted truck heading down the highway towards the gas station. He could hear the heavy bass and screaming metal from here. 

“Oh please don't be our kid.” He mumbled as he watched the truck speed in to the lot and park in front of his Dodge. The Tacoma was sharp and already decked out with gear to protect it's driver from a storm. The University told Tyler on the phone that the student was already preparing to start chasing on her own, but he didn't expect to already see a very expensive truck on her first time chasing. 

“DRAG ME DOWN SOME MORE. GET ME LOW… LIKE A BASEMENT. I HOPE THAT YOU WROTE, ALL YOUR SONGS FOR ME.”

Tyler stared in shock as the driver of the truck smiled happily over her loud music. Letting it play with her windows down as if to make a big entrance. The driver pulled off her black sunglasses and revealed bright happy eyes. 

“Hi! Sorry I'm late! Had to get gas a while back.” Tyler noticed the heavy southern accent immediately when she spoke. She shut off the truck and jumped out. Tyler arched a brow as he saw she was wearing some more durable boots and jeans paired with a heavy metal band t-shirt, this is not who he expected to see. The girl walked up to Tyler happily as she stuck out her hand. 

“My name is Lila. I'm the student from UA.” Lila introduces with a bright smile. Tyler gave her a small smile before shaking her hand. “I'm Tyler. I was wondering when you were gonna grace us with your presence.” Tyler teased as he put his hands on his hips. 

Lila throws a glance back at her black truck, “Doesn't always have the greatest gas milage.” Lila glances off to the west when she heard anew angry rumble of thunder. Lila smiled as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“Sounds like we already have a storm brewing.” Lila says walking to where she could see the darkening sky more clearly. “I'm ready to test my truck out.” She adds rubbing her hands together excitedly. Tyler couldn't help the teasing grin that stretched across his face. “You think you can handle that truck?” He teases as he came to stand beside her. 

Lila threw Tyler as strange look, her nose scrunching up. “I've lived in Alabama for all of my 28 years of life, of course I can handle that truck. Just haven't had the chance to push her.” Tyler laughs playfully, despite her music taste, he was starting to like Lila. 

“Guys! We have some heavy activity on the radar from that storm building in the west! Let's go before we miss her!” Dani calls as the other wranglers throw their stuff in their vehicles. “Here, you will need this radio to keep in touch.” Tyler says tossing Lila a walkie before jogging to hop in his truck. 

Lila gawks before dashing to her truck as well and starting it up. Lila backs up to let Tyler lead and floors it to stay right behind him. 

Tyler and Boone start their feed as they barrell down the road. “What's up everyone! It's your favorite Tornado Wrangles and we have a special guest today in the truck behind us! She's came all the way from Alabama to chase with us for some data and footage for a Masters project!” Tyler yells to the camera over the music. “Roll tide!” Boone hollars jokingly. 

Lila grips the steering wheel tightly as she tails Tyler. Introducing herself to everyone on the walkie since she didn't before driving off. Lila leans forward to get a better look at the sky as the rain slowly starts up. Tyler makes a sharp turn on to a dirt road and Lila yelps as her truck fish tales slightly with the quick turn, but she gets it back quickly. 

“Okay newbie, back off for this while we head on. We will let you come on the next one.” Tyler calls on the walkie as he powers forward as the possible EF3 tornado touches down in an open field. 

Lila frowns and starts to slow down, however, she smirks before turning her music up loud. Given up by Linkin Park blaring from her radio as she slams her foot down on the gas. Dani and Dexter jump where they stand outside the camper shocked as they watch Lila speed to catch up to Tyler, Boone, and Lily in the Dodge. 

“Uh, Tyler? Our student is now chasing you.” Dexter says over the radio system in his vehicle. 

Tyler frowns as he looks in the rear view. “What the hell? Boone cut the camera a moment. Hey Lila?! I told you to hold back this time!” Tyler scolds on the walkie so he could talk to her. 

Lila looks at the walkie on her dash and smiles, “If you feel it, chase it!” She informs before overtaking Tyler on the small dirt road. Kicking up mud as she passes. 

“This girl is gonna get herself killed!” Lily says worriedly as she watches Lila cut off into the field. Her truck bounced on the new terrain as she kept heading straight for the tornado. Tyler curses as she follows Lila. “Lila! Back off now!” Tyler orders, but Lila wasn't listening, just flicked some switches in her truck to get her mounted cameras ready to take pictures of the storm on the outside of the truck. Lila stops her truck a few yards from the storm and presses a button that causes anchors to deploy and keep her truck locked down. 

Tyler was shocked to see this, this girl already had this on her truck as well? Tyler pulls up beside Lila and anchors his truck as well. Tyler looks over at Lila who's smiling widely as she gives him the swirling motion with her fingers that he uses on his videos. Boone laughed as he started the stream again to show Lila to the channel. “Guys! Look at this crazy girl having her first ride with a storm!” Boone cheers as the tornado envelops both trucks. 

Lila watches in awe as the storm roars around her, raging over the sound of her music. Lila presses the space bar on her mounted laptop to take pictures of the storm. Lila grabs the steering wheel shocked when her truck jerks roughly. “What the…” the truck starts to jerk again as the tailend of the storm comes at her. Tyler saw the scared look on Lila's face and leaned over Boone to see her anchors moving in the ground. 

“Shit! I don't think they go deep enough to hold her truck's weight!” Boone concludes. Tyler watched with a worried look as he saw the anchors start to eject from the ground. “No.. they are malfunctioning.” Tyler says, and looks to see the storm was just about to pass. 

“HOLD ON LILA! THE STORM IS ABOUT TO PASS!” Tyler yells through the walkie. Lila shook heavily as she saw the button light up to pull out the anchors. “No! No no no no no..” Lila mumbled as she presses the eject button in hopes to keep the anchors down. 

Lila screamed as her truck lifted about a foot and a half off the ground before dropping again roughly after the tornado passed them fully. Lila shook terrified as she clumsily got out of her truck. 

Tyler scrambles out of his truck and runs to her followed by Boone and Lily. Lila's knees buckle as she walks to the back of her truck, gripping the side of the bed for leverage. 

“Are you okay?!” Tyler yells as he comes to Lila's side where she was hunched over. Lila shook like a leaf in the wind as she leaned up and looked at Tyler. Boone kept the camera rolling as Lily stood on the other side of Lila. Tyler gave Lila a confused look as she smiled widely. “That was absolutely terrifying, but I wanna go again!” Lila yelled as she clung to Tyler's shirt as her legs still trembled under her. Boone whooped excitedly as he made sure to get footage of everyone as Lila jumped up and down now with him. 

Tyler stared at Lila's back in awe before a smile broke across his face. Lily let out a playful scoff as she crossed her arms and watched the two make content, “This girl is gonna give us a run for our money if she makes her own team one day.”

Tyler smiled wider as he watched Lila and Boone fuck around while Dani and Dexter park a bit away to join them. “I don't know… maybe she can work with us?” Tyler suggests and turns his wide smile to Lily. “She's still in school. There's no way she would drop out just to do this when she's so close to finishing her degree.” Lily shook her head. 

“School? I'm not in school.” Lila says absentmindedly before realizing what she said. Tyler frowns now, “Aren't you a student at the University of Alabama going for her Masters in Environmental Sciences?” Tyler asks as he comes closer. Lila stutters worriedly as everyone stares at her awaiting her answer. 

Lila sighs heavily and shakes her head, “I'm sorry. That was a lie. The guy that called you was a friend of mine. I wanted to go chasing with some professionals before trying on my own. I was scared you would refuse unless I came up with some sort of story.” 

Tyler puts his hands on his hips and chuckles dryly as he looks away. “Boone erase the stream. Don't post it.” Tyler gives a pointed look at Boone before he glared at Lila. 

“You know, we probably would have thought about helping you get experience if you had just been honest. Now, I just wanna send you home and never see you again.” Tyler seethed and Lila rubbed her arm as she dug the toe of her left boot in the mud, not wanting to meet Tyler's eyes. Tyler sighed heavily and took off his hat, running a hand through his hair. “But, you've already made the trip out here. We will let you continue to tag along. No more lying though.” Lila looks up shocked but excited. 

“Thank you!! Thank you!!” Lila yells jumping up and down before hugging Tyler tightly. “Okay.. you're welcome. Let's get going to see if we can catch something else.” Tyler says as Lila dashes for her truck and hops in. “Where to?!” She calls.

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Night had settled over the town the crew decided to rest in. Groups of chasers gathering at the same motel on the outskirts of the nearest town to follow the Tornado Wranglers, as well as getting their own starts. 

Lila walked the parking lot as she took in the many faces. Her hair still feels windswept and slightly dirty from wandering in the rain and fields all day. Lila smiled and waved at a few passing chasers that greeted her. It was literally like a traveling caravan with how many people seemed to know each other and shared a beer together after the long day. 

“Lila!” Tyler calls and waves her over to sit on the tailgate of his truck. Lila shyly comes over, still worried he was angry with her. “Hi.” She muses while hoping up to sit down. Tyler gives Lila a shit eating grin as he watches her settle in beside him. 

“So, you aren't in school. What were you doing before coming out here? Also, how did you afford to already have a decked out truck?” Tyler asks curiously. 

Lila snorts softly and laughs dryly, “My parents helped me with the last bit of the truck, but it's taken many years of saving to get that truck. I also work as a project manager at a local construction firm that also does a good bit of environmental consulting. I saved my vacation time for months to take off for two weeks. I wanted to be able to rest a week after getting home from chasing with you guys." Tyler listens quietly and shakes his head at her, a smile still pulled across his face. 

“So you do work on environmental issues then? Well, still you didn't have to lie. We loved the idea that someone wanted our help to do something for school. Also, I'd prefer you be careful going into storms for now since your truck tried to send you to the grave this morning.” Tyler watched as Boone and Dexter were actively trying to figure out why her anchors released on their own. Dani and Lily help by holding flashlights now that the sun is fully down. 

Lila sighed heavily as she remembered the fear she felt when she saw the red light come on telling her the anchors were coming up. 

“I don't really get to do much environmental stuff. Mostly I'm just a paper pusher. I know more about regulations than anything.” Lila explains as she looks up to the sky, admiring the stars.

Tyler watches Lila quietly, thinking of something to talk about. He wanted to lighten the mood between them after he yelled at her earlier in the day. He glances at her dirty band tee, Motionless in White? 

“So… you like the heavy stuff, huh? Who's this band on your shirt?” Tyler asks to break the silence. Lila smiled as she looked at her shirt. “Yeah, they are considered metalcore, I think? There are too many subgenres for metal. I love them, though. They are my favorite band. I've seen Motionless in White like five times in concert.” Tyler listened quietly. He didn't really vibe with the metal stuff, but he hasn't tried listening to it in years. Lila flushed red as Tyler watched her quietly and turned her head with a small smile. Tyler came back to reality when he saw her do this. He smirked cockily now. 

“Hey, don't get all shy on me now.” Tyler nudged her with his elbow as he lightly swung his legs that hung off the truck's tailgate. 

“Tyler!!! Come shotgun a beer with me!” Boone yelled loudly across the parking lot. A beer held up high in the air. Obviously, Boone had already had a couple first. Tyler shook his head and hopped down from his truck. “Come on. If we don't go over there Boone will just make more noise than needed.” Tyler said as he waited for Lila to join him. Lila laughed as she followed Tyler to the rest of the group. “How do you shotgun a beer?” Lila asks.

Tyler raised a brow and laughed, “We can show you.” That night wore on longer than it should have as Lila partied with the Tornado Wanglers and a few stranglers that joined them from other teams.

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I may post more parts, but enjoy some Tyler Owens fluffiness!!

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Seeing Hetalia and singing terminology in the same post has me literally jumping for joy. My brand!! My brand!! My thing!! Ecstatic. Thank you kind enabler.

Yes I love musicccc. I was in choir so I have a bit of background knowledge. I love thinking about how their voices work lol. Infact, here are some more voice/ choral singing headcanons!

Romano is an opera god. He has the range of Pavarotti, and literally sounds like an angel on earth. I love that this is canon.

Italy has the same classical theatre type of voice as his brother (but not at his level). He's an expert at reading sheet music (a lot of Italian terms).

America has a really powerful tenor voice + amazing breath control. The problem is he's sometimes a bit sharp. Also he loves improvising, which means he'll sometimes shout lyrics instead of singing or he'll experiment with a riff. It doesn't always land. Also, he doesn't really enunciate his consonants.

England sounds American when he sings. His voice is a kind of a generic baritone, though he can reach high notes with a decent falsetto. His strength is that he's always on tempo. He hates when other people clap at concerts because they're always off-beat.

France has a very seductive baritone voice. It's deep and elegant. He knows the differences between the dynamics. He's makes dramatic expressions when singing, which might make some roll their eyes. His range isn't really anything special, and he's annoyed that he gets stuck with the boring baritone melodies. He holds onto the long notes for just a liiiiiittle too long.

Switzerland is a tenor and has very good vocal control. This man can yodel.

Germany is kind of a bland singer. It's like he's never heard of vibrato. He is a bass/baritone who cannot hit the high notes to save his life. Very on tempo.

Prussia CANNOT SING. His voice is raspy, he's tone deaf, and has no sense of dynamics. Don't tell him though...