#Fem!Lars

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Summery: Just a dumb episode-like story of James, Lars, Kirk, and Jason are invited to a Easter themed party that sort of sucks...One of them leave the party early.

Warning: Swearing, alcohol, and SEX. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Here's a pic. I hope you like what I wrote. I worked so hard on this.

Steven Adler throws a Easter themed party. EVERYONE who is ANYONE showed up, even the late 1986-2001 lineup of Metallica showed up all wearing bunny ears.

❀ James is wearing a black tank top with the words "Fuck off" printed on it, dark blue jeans with a bullet belt around the waist, his ugly white sneakers, and a silver necklace. He's got black bunny ears on his head. ❀ Lars is wearing a white tank top, black pants, white socks and some sneakers. He's got white and mint green bunny ears. ❀ Kirk is wearing a short sleeve buttoned black shirt, black jeans, black boots, and black/light purple bunny ears. ❀ Jason is wearing a white tank top with a yellow skull on it, camouflaged pants, white sneakers, and white/blue bunny ears on his head.

Lars: Um, so who threw this party again? Kirk: I think one of the members from Guns N' Roses. Lars: Nice. Jason: So are we just going to stand here with beers in our hands, or are we gonna have fun? James: Jason's right! Lars: (Points to Fem!Kirk, Fem!Lars and Fem!James) I spot 3 ladies! Lets go slide into their conversations.

The scene switches to Fem! Kirk (Kim), Fem!Lars (Lara), anbd Fem!James (Jamie) all standing together with beer in their hands.

❀ Fem! Kirk (Kim) is wearing a white fur bikini, white heels, and white/pastel purple bunny ears. ❀ Fem! Lars (Lara) is wearing a sheer leopard print body suit over black panties and bra, black open toe heels, and bunny ears with a veil. ❀ Fem! James (Jamie) is wearing a lavender one piece with white fur trim and a white bunny tail, white heels with fur balls on them and white and lavender bunny ears.

Lara: There are no hot guys here. Why did we even come??? Kim: I don't know (points to Dave Mustaine) He's cute. I mean look at those arms and his fiery red hair. (Licks her lips) Lara: I'll pass. Jamie: (Takes a sip of her beer) Your standards are too high my friend. Lara: Um, and I think your standards are too low, my friend.

James, Lars, Kirk, and Jason slide into their convo.

Lars: I know there are no hot guys here. Oh wait...there are. They're standing right here. Jason: Hello ladies. Great party, huh?

The 3 girls stare at the 4 guys looking all of them up and down.

Jamie: Who the fuck are you guys? James: I'm James Hetfield, the lead singer of Metallica. Lars: I'm Lars Ulrich and I play drums. You may have heard of me.

The 3 women just have blank faces.

Lara: Um, nope. Kirk: I'm Kirk Hammett! I play guitar. Jason: I'm Jason Newsted, the bassist.

All 3 of their female clones all stare at Jason.

Lara: (Whispers to Kim and Jamie) Why he kinda... Jamie: (Whispers back) Shit, he's cute! Kim: (Whispers back) I'm thinking the same.

Before anyone could say anything Dave Mustaine pushes James off-screen.

Dave: And I'm Dave. I WAS party of this band and WAS their guitarist, but I got fired! Kim: That sucks. Jamie: Bummer. Dave: It's okay! I created Megadeth! It's all good. Anyways don't waste your time with any of these guys.

Dave walks away. James comes back on screen rubbing his head growling.

Lars:....Anyways, we're Metallica. What are your names? Jamie: I'm Jamie Alana Hetfield. Lara: I'm Lara Ulrich. Kim: I'm Kim Lee Hammet.

All the guys have blank expressions on their face.

Jason: Huh....

James: Well, nice to meet you pretty girls.

Jamie rolls her eyes. She's 23. She isn't a "girl" but a woman.,

Kirk: (Eying Lara up and down) Nice outfits ladies. Kim: Thank you. Lars: (Looking at Jamie's legs) Yeah, I must say. You girls have great tastes in outfits. Lara: We can't say the same about you guys (Snickers). Kirk: Huh? Jamie: (Snickers) Nice bunny ears. All 4 of you look like dorks. If you think those ears are going to help you pick up women, it's not working.

Kim and Lara start giggling.

James: (Turns to Lars) I fucking told you wearing these were a bad idea. Lars: Well, we can't just show up without wearing something! Kim: I don't know. I think they all look adorable with them on. Lars: (Turns to James) HA! told you! James: (Suddenly happy) Thank you Kim. Lara: Okay, I don't want to waste my night talking to you guys. Nice meeting you all. Jamie: We'll be by the pizza and candy. Kim: See you cuties later.

The girls all wink at Jason and leave to go by the pizza and candy.

James: I call dibs on Kirks female look-a like! Lars: Cool! I call dibs on Jamie. She's tall and I LOVE TALL WOMEN! Kirk: Cool. I pick Lara. Jason: Who do I get? James: Nobody, there are not enough women and I ain't sharing. Lars: Anyways why don't we talk about our future wives. Did you see how tall Jamie is? James: She's like an inch short than me, dweeb. Anyways, isn't Kim so pretty? She reminds me of Kristen. Kirk: Oh, I know! Lara has gorgeous hair. Jason: (Heavily sighs)

While James, Lars, and Kirk are distracted, Jason decides to get some pizza and candy. He approaches the table. He grabs some cheese pizza and some recees eggs. He finds himself surrounded by Jamie, Lara, and Kim all smiling at him.

Jason: Hey, ladies. Have you tried the pizza? I want to know if it's good. Lara: Yeah, um, I'm not hungry for pizza. Kim: Me neither. Jamie: It's actually pretty good, but I'm saving room for dessert. Jason: Oh, cool, what's for dessert? I hear there's a bunny cake here, but I don't see any.

Jason isn't obvious to them all flirting with him.

Jamie: Yeah, I'm not in the mood for cake. Lara: Me neither. Kim: I want to have a piece of you.

Jason couldn't believe this. 3 cute girls want him. He didn't know how to respond. Yeah, he knows he's cute, but didn't think he was as good as his bandmates.

Jason: (Blushes hard) R-really? Have you seen my friends? You probably would prefer them anyways. Lara: We've seen them and aren't interested at the moment. Jason: A-are you sure? They'd be really mad if I stole their girls. Kim: We do not belong to any of them so it shouldn't be a problem. Jamie: Say, handsome, after you eat your pizza, how about my girls, you, and I ditch this party and head over to your place.

Jason feels hot all of the sudden. He reader than the red solo cups that they're all holding.

Jason: I would love that as lot.

Jason quickly eats his pizza and his drinks his beer. Then him, Kim, Lara, and Jamie all leave the party. Kirk, James, and Lars don't really notice.

Lars: Hey, um, where's Jason? James: (Scratches his head) How the hell would I know? I don't have a bell on him! Kirk: (Shrugs) Maybe he went to the food table.

The scene switches to Jason, Kim, Lara, and Jamie back at Jason's (Kirks, Lars's, and James's) home. They're all in Jason's bedroom. Jason is HAVING THE TIM,E OF HIS LIFE as are Jamie, Kim, and Lara.

Jamie and Kim are watching currently. Jason has his pants down to his ankles. He's blushing hard. Lara is in front of him with his cock in her hands.

Lara: Don't feel ashamed. I'm going to make you feel good. I'm pretty great at this.

Lara starts licking his cock. To start off, she slowly swirls her tongue around his very hard cock while looking up at Jason who is somewhat red.

Lara: Does Mr. Newsted like feeling my tongue on his cock? Jason: F...fuck yes I do... Lara: Well, it's about to get better...

Lara then proceeds to start sucking his cock up and down. Jason starts moaning. Lara starts sucking faster and more deeper.

Jason: (moans under his breath) S...shit! You're really good.... Lara: Mmmmmmm.

Lara then starts to deep throat his cock, which gave Jason an extreme shock of pleasure throughout his body.

Jason: FUCK! You're really taking it. Lara: What can I say, your dick tastes so good....

Lara continues to deep throat Jason's dick.

Jason: Yes, keep sucking me off! Lara: Mmmmmm, you got it, babe. Kim: I wish i could film this shit right now.

Jason lets out a loud pleasured moan as he grabs onto the sheets of the bed.

Lara: Mmmmm...talk dirty to me Mr. Newsted. Jason: You're such a good girl, aren't you? This dick is throbbing so much! Yeah, suck me off! Keep it up, and don't let it down.

Lara continued deep throating faster. Jason is about read to blow his load all over her face.

Jason: Get ready...I'm about to cum! Lara: I'm ready! Jason: H-here it comes...

Jason blew his load all over Lara's face.

Jamie: Holy shit! Where did you learn to talk dirty? Jason: (Heavily breathing) Oh, I shared a room with James Hetfield, so I learned from the best!

Jamie: Sweet. Kim: My turn! My turn!

It is Kim's turn. Lara goes to wipe her face off. Kim gets onto the bed. Jason is on top of her kissing her.

Jason: I've always wanted to kiss Kirk. This will be the closest thing.

Jason and Kim start kissing. He then starts kissing her neck.

Jason: Do I have permission to rip that bikini off of you? Kim: Yes you do.

Off goes Kim's fur bikini.

Kim: Do you want to see what I taste like? Jason: Oh, yeah.

Jason starts kissing her up until he gets to her soaking pussy. Jason licks his pointer and middle finger. His fingers grazed her pussy lips so gently, causing her to moan and shudder from the feeling.

Kim: (Gasps) Oh, f-fuck yes. Jason: It only gets better from here, baby.

Jason then sticks his fingers deeper inside Kim's pussy and feels around her cervix.

Kim: Oh, s-shit....

Jason licks his fingers once more and proceeds to twirl her clit around with his fingers.

Kim: Ahhh, fuck... Jason: Now it's time to have some dessert.

Jason sticks his tongue inside of her pussy, thus eating her out.

Kim: Oh my goodness! This is so much better!

Jason flicks his tongue and licks and sucks all around. Kim has her hand on Jason's head. She's moaning loudly.

Kim: Jason...I'm gonna c-cum...

That's when Kim came. She squirted all over the place. Kim is satisfied.

Jason: Tastes like vanilla... Lara: Where did you learn to eat like that? Jason: Kirk told me some techniques. Jamie: Ladies, I think it's about time we get this party started. Lara: Yeah! I've been looking forward to this all night!

Jamie takes off her one-piece bunny outfit. Lara gets rid of her outfit. Jason lays down in bed. Jamie gets on top of Jason's cock. He sticks his cock inside of her. He starts thrusting. At the same time Jamie is bouncing like a bunny. Meanwhile, Lara sits on his face, and Kim starts licking Jason's cock. Jason uses the same technique on Lara.

Lara is moaning loudly. She feels pleasure throughout her body. This guy knows what he's doing.

Lara: F-fuck! Jamie: Oh fuck yes, Jason...this feels so good... Kim: Mmmmm, yes! Jamie: Right there, baby....mmmmm...your cock feels amazing.

This is the best night of Jason's life.,...second best., The first is when he got into Metallica. Now he wonders what his bandmates are doing.

The scene switches to Kirk, Lars, and James walking home with Easter baskets.

James: That party sucked! Jason is smart to just leave there. Too bad we didn't follow him. Lars: I don't know James, I liked Easter theme going on and the pizza was pretty good. Kirk: Too bad we didn't bring a date home. I really wanted to show Lara my guitar skills.

The scene then switches back to Jason, Lara, Jamie, and Kim.

Lara: I'm about r-ready to cum.. Jamie: Me too! Lets cum together. Lara: O-one, two, three.

Lara cums on Jason's face, Jamie cums, and Jason shoots his seed right in Jamie. Everyone, but Kim were catching their breath. Jamie is sitting on the side of the bed. Kim is laying next to Jason, and Lara is getting dressed.

Jason: Holy shit, never thought I'd bring 3 beautiful women home, let alone have 3 beautiful women want me and not my bandmates. Jamie: (Breathing heavily) Well, it happened. You are pretty great. Kim: You know how to make a woman feel good. Jamie: Amen to that. Lara: Agree.

Lara and Jamie leave. It's just Kim and Jason cuddling in bed. The remaining Metallica members arrive home.

James: Why does it smell like sex? Lars: (Shrugs I don't know)

Lars and Kirk, who are somewhat knock loudly on the WRONG door.

Lars: Why the fuck isn't this door opening? Kirk: Try kicking it down.

As Lars is about to do that the door opens to a pissed off Kim wearing only a blanket. Jason is on the bed covering himself.

Jason: Hehe, hey guys... Kim: Do you mind?! Kirk: Sorry! Lars: Ah, shit! I'm so sorry. Kirk: Sorry Jason!

Kirk grabs Lars and head to their room. Later....

Lars:...Um, can you believe Jason stole our girls? Kirk: Sort of. Probably what we get for earlier anyways. We should start treating him better from now on so that doesn't happen again.

THE END

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[TAKE TWO. COZ THIS POSTED BEFORE I WAS DONE EDITING IT RHGHHHH]

But uh.

Okay :) Folds hands together :) Steamy thoughts with the Chainshipping ladies :)

Putting a cut, it centers around very passionate making out- so like. Nothing super explicit. But still lmao, just in case ^_^

[Gonna ramble a bit to set this up lol. So uh I was thinking about one morning with the two of them, before Lorraine has to leave for the day. She's all dressed, while Addie's still in sleepwear; she's never been a morning person, but still gets up to spend some time with Lorraine, and say goodbye and and all that. Then she'll go the fuck back to bed for at least another hour or two LMAO. But anyway they're in the doorway, and Lorraine says that she'd like to give Addie a little something before she goes. And Addie assumes this means the little 'thing' they've been doing, where just before they part ways, they'll take turns kissing each other's cheeks. So Addie happily closes her eyes, and turns her head to the side for her kiss. It's then that she feels fingers gently take hold of her chin, and tilt her head back towards Lor.]

"Oh, no, darling... You deserve more than that,"

That hand then trails down to Addie's shirt collar, and gently pulls her towards the closest wall. "Stand right there, and face me." Lorraine lightly commands, giving a gesture to the floor. Though Addie's heart was already starting to beat out of her chest, she does as she's told with no hesitancy. Lorraine never exactly had to tell her twice when it came to these sorts of things, after all.

"Mm," Lorraine hums in approval. "Good girl,"

Those words alone sent a surge of arousing chills through Addie. It was her weakness, and of course, Lorraine knew it. Giving a satisfied smile at her work, the doctor began to move in closer. Up until now, Addie never thought there could be seduction in something like hanging a cane on a nearby coat hook. But, like with countless things, it was Lorraine Gordon who could prove otherwise; acting with a slow, provocative sort of grace, before turning her attention back to her beloved, flustered darling.

Suddenly, she clutches two haphazard handfuls of Addie's shirt, and crashes her larger form against her- leaving absolutely no room between them. Addie, now utterly pinned, hardly has time to gasp before her lips have been captured in Lorraine's. Between the stiffening of Addie's body, and the tipping of her head, the difference of their heights are null as Lorraine continues her passionate barrage of kiss after kiss. It's not long before she's lost course, diverting from Addie's lips to her cheeks, nose, chin, neck... It hardly matters to either of them, though, as they fall further and further into heavy, heated desire, hands wandering lower, and lower, until...

Lorraine has to fully pull away, her reddened face bearing a breathless, proud grin. Addie, on the other hand, has to keep her flushed, disheveled, lipstick-stained self from completely collapsing.

"H... Holy fuck," she breathes out. "P-please, Lor... More,"

But, as Addie begins to lean in, arms extending, a finger is pressed to her lips.

"Tonight, dear." Lorraine smiles. "I'm afraid I have to leave you for now. But," she trails off, and lowers herself to Addie's ear. "Just consider this something for you to think about today. Okay...?"

Addie wants to object, as the warmth of Lorraine's body fades from hers. She wants to pull her back, wrap her arms around her, and let the time slip away from them. She wants the both of them to just go back to the bedroom, and continue there. She wants to see where arousal will take them this time.

...But, she nods, with a quick sigh. "Yeah, alright. Tonight, then."

With a pleased nod in return, Lorraine retrieves her cane, gives Addie's cheek one last peck, and the two say their goodbyes for the day.

However, once alone, it doesn't take long at all for Addie to realize something. She's been left with a sort of gift, intentional or not. Because while the lipstick washes away, something else remains... The unmistakable, sweet scent of Lorraine's perfume, tortuously clung to her body.

...Fuck.

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Masterlist

Dave Mustaine Mixed Berry Smoothie Wanted Dead or Dead Beautiful Thick Moonlight Roses On Your Grave Come Here And Let Me Hold You

Kirk Hammett Happy Birthday Hair

Cliff Burton My Baby Peaceful Easy Feeling The Feline Emperor Kiss Me

James Hetfield Still The Most Beautiful to me

Draco Malfoy The Joker And The Queen Beau Time Of The Month Deez Nuts Christmas Season Birthday Boy Arranged Marriage Arranged Marriage pt. 2 Birthday Boy (Again)

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier Picture Perfect This Time I'm In It For Love 1 Ocean Bomb Hot Chocolate Domesticated Rockstar Deputation Gone Awry Even At Your Darkest Hour Meeting The Family Case Study 1 Under The Bridge

Anthony Kiedis Migraine Birthday Boy

Steven Adler Fallin' For Ya

Duff McKagan Flight or Fight

Bruno Madrigal Unexpected

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Maggie from @a-pirate! Thank you for all the gorgeous shots of my #1 girl, I love them! ♥︎

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Finally Friday

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Doodles Lars as a woman on a whim... I might have to draw her more often...... 😳

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eeeEEE!!! This fic for real has me grinning ear to ear. I love the relationship, I love the story and I LOVE the writing 💕💕

Ghost Boy (Lars Pinfield x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Lars have a pretty contentious relationship. Until you don't

Words: 3.1k

Basically some fun enemies to lovers stuff

“What is this?”

You looked up from your laptop, fingers stilling on the keyboard. Dr Lars Pinfield, the bane of your existence and the most combative towards your work, was standing over you, holding up a phone. The screen was playing a video, a TikTok edit of him around the lab playing with one of those viral songs.

“A video,” you replied with a small shrug.

“Why would you post this to the internet?” he demanded.

“I’m the lab’s social media manager. What do you want from me? I’m giving the people what they want,” you replied, already tired of the conversation.

Lars had never understood the point of you in the lab. You weren’t a scientist like the rest of them, but you were a one person communication team, educated in science communication and marketing. You were there to ensure their reputation continued to soar and they continued to get funding for their experiments and tech. It was a pretty simple concept. You let the world know how cool they were, and they could continue doing what they wanted.

Lars hated it. He’d made it clear that he thought there was no point to you being there and that you only got in the way of the real science. He hadn’t realised how the modern day functioned in so many ways. You were the one writing the press releases. You rewrote the grant applications that got them money. You explained exactly what it was they were doing so people couldn’t complain about their secrecy.

In truth, it was your dream job. You got to hang out with all kinds of paranormal phenomena and then show the world how cool the lab was. Your friends had grown tired of you constantly talking about, and yet you couldn’t stop. So for one of the scientists, the one you probably admired the most in the entire lab, to be so dismissive of your work was crushing.

“No one wants this,” he snapped.

“Really?” You raised a single eyebrow at him, “videos and photos with you in them perform the best. People demand to know who you are. They want more of you. So I made a tongue in cheek video acknowledging that. It is our best performing video.”

You were never going to admit that you fully understood why people liked the video so much. You felt like you might be half of the views by yourself. You’d never admit it, but that nerd had something about him. If you didn’t know any better, you might think you had a crush on him. Which would just be stupid.

“You’re meant to be telling people about the science,” he said, “that’s why you’re here. Not for this shit.”

“That shit is the foot in the door that gets people in to listen to the science,” you replied, waiting for him to understand something he never would.

“No one is listening to any science with this,” he snapped.

“What’s wrong, Lars? Does getting attention from women scare you? Not used to it so you don’t know how to react?” You laughed.

He scowled at you before storming off, muttering under his breath, most likely insulting you. You rolled your eyes, going back to the press release you’d been working on before he’d interrupted you. Something crashed in the background and you rolled your eyes again.

The next time he found you, you were filming in front of the containment units, explaining how proton streams were used in the trapping of ghosts. His phone was thrust in front of your face and you sighed.

“What is this?” he demanded.

“Hello to you too, Lars. Is the science cooperating today?” You smiled sweetly up at him.

“You posted another one,” he snarled.

“The ladies were clamouring for it. I can’t disappoint our audience,” you replied, “now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to talk about actual science, Lars. You probably don’t understand it. What I’m doing is very complicated.”

You gently patted him on the shoulder, giving him a faux commiserating look. His scowl darkened and you pouted up at him.

“Stop doing this,” he said.

“I hate to tell you this, ghost boy, but people like pretty people being the ones to tell them stuff. So I’ll keep posting your pretty face, and then they’ll listen to me be smart with the science. ‘Kay?”

“No, not “’kay”.” He used air quotes which made you glower up at him, “I’m the scientist. I’ll talk about the science.”

“Sure. How about you take over? I’m sure I’m not nearly as good as you at explaining proton streams without using all that technobabble you like so much,” you said, stepping back from him to let him take over the video.

“I don’t have time for this. I’m doing actual science,” he said.

“Whatever you say, ghost boy. But your fans will be disappointed,” you said with a small shrug.

He looked to the camera then back at you, adjusting his glasses on his nose. You offered him a winning smile and he shook his head.

“Fine. You’re probably getting the science wrong anyway,” he said.

You grinned to yourself as you skirted around him, standing behind the phone set up with the ring light. You gestured for him to start speaking but he looked at you blankly.

“I was explaining how the proton streams capture ghosts,” you said.

“Well, they’re made of a stream of positively charged ions which counters the negative charge of the ghosts,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Sure, and what are ions?” you asked.

“Ions are just atoms or groups of atoms that are charged positively or negatively,” he replied, “obviously ours are charged positively.”

“And how do they get that way?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. You could feel the smirk on your face, his obvious frustration only making the moment sweeter. You sauntered back into frame, shoving him over to stand beside him, looking into the camera.

“So atoms are made up of three things. Protons, which have a positive charge, neutrons, which are neutral, and then you have the electrons which have a negative charge. The protons and the neutrons are together in the middle of the atom as the nucleus, and then the electron orbits around the nucleus. Depending on how many protons and electrons their are, atoms can have different charges, which is how they bond together into molecules,” you said, turning to look at him at the end to see how he was reacting.

“Everyone knows that,” he scoffed.

“Do they?” you asked, “not everyone pays attention in their science classes. Plenty of people don’t even turn up to them. Start with the basics and build up to the more complicated stuff.”

He rolled his eyes but he gestured for you to continue.

“Right, so if ions are made up of atoms then the charge is to do with how many protons and electrons those atoms have. Our proton streams use positively charged ions, meaning there are more protons than electrons,” you said, back to the camera.

“Our proton packs can strip the electrons from the atoms to positively charge the proton streams. And because ghosts are negatively charged, the proton streams hold them in place so we can lower them into the trap which holds them until they can be brought to a containment unit just like this one,” Lars said, gently patting the red metal door behind him.

“So there you go, Gina. That’s why you always see the ghostbusters with those massive backpacks on when they’re running around the city,” you said.

“That’s it?” he asked, sounding incredulous, “that’s the entire thing?”

“Bite sized science. Short enough to not lose their attention, factual enough that they learn something,” you said.

You weren’t sure how to interpret the look on his face but you didn’t have time to unpack it before he walked off, not even bothering with a goodbye. You chuckled, stopping the recording and taking your equipment back to your desk.

Editting the video, you couldn’t help but smile at the screen. There was something about watching your interaction with Lars that had you laughing to yourself. You shouldn’t have found it as amusing as you did. Something in your chest began to warm as you watched it over and over again. Eventually you had to slam your laptop and focus on something else or else you’d just watch him on repeat.

You had to ignore that it was one of the better performing science explainer videos you’d posted in quite some time.

“Hey, ghost boy,” you said, sauntering up to his desk a few days later.

His eyes were slow to look up at you. You held out the bag of chips you were eating, offering him some. He considered you a moment before his hand slipped into the bag. You rested against the edge of his desk, looking down at his work.

“Whatcha working on?” you asked.

“What do you want?” he asked rather than replying.

“Well, I was thinking since our last video did so well, we should do some more. Between your pretty face and my words we’d be unstoppable,” you said.

His eyes ran over you from behind those thick framed glasses and you found yourself feeling nervous about his answer. It wasn’t like you’d asked him on a date. His answer didn’t matter that much.

“I have better things to be doing with my time. Like actual science,” he replied, looking away from you.

“So you don’t want people to know about what you do?” you asked, “you don’t like talking about science with me?”

You saw a flush climb up his neck. You nudged his shoulder, offering him a wide smile.

“C’mon. We were amazing. Despite your personality issues, we make a pretty good team,” you said.

He muttered something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. You lent closer, hoping to hear the acerbic comment you were sure he was making. He reared back, as if your presence was offending him, something so disgusting he couldn’t bare it. Your stomach swooped and you drew back again quickly.

“Never mind then. Clearly you’re so much busier than me and don’t have time for anything but nerd shit,” you said, “keep the chips.”

You got out of there as quickly as possible, not sure you’d be able to handle looking at his stupidly cute face anymore. The pressure behind your eyes was allergies, nothing to do with him. And the shame was just part and parcel for working on the internet.

You definitely were not feeling so bad because of Lars Pinfield.

Something made a soft noise as it was placed onto your desk. Raising your head from the cushioned position it had on your folded arms, you found the sweet scent of coffee wafting towards you. You reached for the mug, taking a long drink from it before looking up.

Lars was standing a few steps away, watching you. You gave him a small smile, sipping from the mug again. He readjusted his glasses, still watching you and you weren’t sure how to react. It had been a few days since you’d spoken to him, keeping your distance after the disaster that was your last conversation.

“Thanks, ghost boy,” you said, voice quiet.

“You were practically asleep at your desk. Who else is going to bother the scientists?” he replied.

“Aw, you do care,” you said, “have you been missing me?”

He scoffed.

“Or maybe you’re just jealous that I’ve been bothering all the other scientists instead of you,” you said, hiding your smile behind the rim of your coffee mug.

He couldn’t meet your gaze.

And then it hit you.

“You know my coffee order,” you said, looking down into the mug.

“I’m observant,” he replied, adjusting his glasses again, still not looking at you.

“Careful, ghost boy, or I’ll think there’s some sweetness under all that spice.”

That flush again. You wanted to know what it meant. You stood, ignoring him when he took a step back. Your fingers were soft when they brushed against the flushed skin, warm under your touch.

“What are you doing?” he asked, batting at your hand.

“You’re blushing,” you said.

Your fingers were still resting against his neck. You could feel how fast his pulse was thrumming and when you looked up into his face you found wide blue eyes staring down at you. Pink lips were parted and you felt frozen, caught up in his gaze.

You blink and he tore himself away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said before quickly retreating.

Once again you were left feeling stupid, like you’d been rejected by your crush. The whiplash was staggering. You fell back into your chair, robotically drinking the coffee he’d made for you. You hated that it was perfect. You hated that he’d run away from you. You hated that he could make you feel like this.

It all came to a head a week later. You’d been avoiding him, and if your gut was right, he was avoiding you too. It shouldn’t have hurt, but it did. None of it had been making any sense to you.

You were in the middle of setting up a shot of one of the ghosts when raised voices began to grow closer. You ignored it, used to the outbreak of arguments in the lab. Stress and frustration were not unusual in the parapsychology field.

“She’s making a mockery of us.”

Oh yes, you knew that voice.

“Lars, she’s just doing her job,” Winston said.

“She’s a distraction,” Lars said.

Turning the corner he looked furious. You blinked at him and he blinked back, clearly not expecting you to be right there.

“I hired her for this. There’s been a significant decrease in online outcry about the work going on here. The news hasn’t complained about the Ghostbusters in weeks. People seem to finally be understanding what we do here,” Winston said.

“Everything she does makes fun of us online. No one is taking us seriously here. Have you seen those videos of me she’s been posting? She doesn’t care about the science and she certainly doesn’t understand how important our work is here,” Lars complained.

“Are you kidding me?” burst from you, “do you seriously think I don’t care about this place?”

“I know you don’t. You wouldn’t make light of everything we do here if you did,” he replied, pointing his finger at you, “you have no idea how brilliant we are.”

“Seriously? You were a laughing stock before I got here. I did the research. I know how people talked about you. Because of me people understand what you do here. I write all your press releases so the news isn’t making fun of you. I rewrite all of your grant applications so you have money. I make it clear that what you’re doing here is very serious business and not just fucking around with ghosts. And if you think I don’t care, then you’re not as smart as you think you are. Of course I know how brilliant you are, Lars. I’m the person constantly telling the world exactly how brilliant you are. So don’t think I don’t know because I do. Probably better than anyone.”

He strode towards you, something fierce on his face. You held your ground, not going to be cowed by him again. You were sick and tired of him constantly looking down on your work just because it wasn’t science. He had no right to complain about you or the work you did.

He stopped in front of you and you stared up at him, waiting for the next acidic words out of his mouth. Instead, both of his hands came up to cup your cheeks and he was pulling you in. His lips landed on yours and you felt yourself freeze. He kissed you harder and you melted, hands landing on his chest.

Oh.

So that’s what the flush was about.

It took until Winston cleared his throat for the two of you to break apart. You looked up into his face, at a loss for words.

“I think I’ll leave you two to sort this out between you,” Winston said, “but I doubt you’re going to want her to leave now.”

He chuckled as he left, sauntering away from the two of you.

“You kissed me,” you said.

“I’ll do it again if you’re not careful,” he replied.

“You have to take me to dinner first.” You gently tapped his nose, “or agree to film more videos with me. You do kind of owe me. You did try to get me fired.”

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Why do you hate them so much?” you asked, “are you actually uncomfortable with scores of women finding you hot? Because if so you should know that I’m one of those women that finds you hot.

“Of course you do. I don’t like the ones about me because it’s not about the science. They shouldn’t care about how I look but about what I do,” he said.

“And the one where we explained the proton streams?” you asked.

“It was so obvious how I feel about you in that one. People were talking about it in the comments. It wasn’t about the science, just speculation about our relationship. And I thought if you saw it you might… realise exactly how I feel about you,” he said with a soft sigh.

“Aw, ghost boy, I think I’ve figured it out.” You reached up, running your fingers through his hair, just like you’d once spent too long imagining doing, “and who cares if they’er speculating about our relationship. They’re still listening to the science as they do it. Foot in the door.”

His hands landed on your hips, pulling you a half a step closer.

“I suppose I can force myself to film some more videos with you,” he murmured.

“I think you’ll like the rewards you get if you do,” you whispered.

“Oh?” His nose brushed against yours.

“How about we do a pilot study right now?” you breathed.

“It’s so hot when you talk science to me,” he said.

Your lips pressed to his again and you sighed into his mouth. You thought you could kiss him for hours, doing nothing but melting into him until you didn’t know where you stopped and he begun. His arms curled around your waist and you found your back hitting the cool glass of the ghost’s prison, pressed against it with his body moulding to yours.

“Your hypothesis seems to be correct. I think I will like my rewards for filming your videos,” he murmured against your lips.

You kissed him again in response.

[unyversc]

𓂅⭒ ♡ kim yeawon 𓏲 ִֶָ

idade: vinte e seis anos. ocupação: clínica geral. sexualidade: bissexual. FC: cho miyeon. | F/M

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[duffsmckagan]

Fem!tallica featuring Kim Hammett, Jamie Hetfield, Lara Ulrich, and Jaye Newstead

Jaye joins the band. She is a hardcore fan. An all female thrash band featuring 4 beautiful talented ladies? Hell yeah. She never thought she’d be playing with her idols.

Jaye: Hi, I’m Jaye Newstead. I’m your new bassist. I hope you girls will love my playing. I can’t believe I’m going to be playing next to my idol Lara

Lara: Welcome to the band, Jaye. We’re happy to have you in the band.

Jamie: (Mumbles) No we’re not.

Lara: Ignore her. Me and Kim are excited to have you on the band.

Jaye: I’m glad.

Kim: Why don’t you help yourself to some mint ice cream in our kitchen. There’s a bowl sitting on the table, pal.

Jaye: Oh thank you! You girls rock! I love you girls more already.

Lara: Yeah, we can see that. You’re eyes are dilated.

(Jaye goes into their kitchen not knowing they’re playing a trick on her)

Jamie: God I hate her style. She’s dressed like she came from fucking Motley Crue.

Kim: (Shrugs) I like her. She seems sweet.

Lara: Be nice Jamie. In a week she’ll be dressing like us.

Jamie: (Smirks) Whatever. I sure hope she enjoys her sweet hot treat.

(Kim and Lara start giggling. Suddenly screams can be heard from the kitchen. Apparently Jaye had a bowl of wasabi, not mint ice cream. She’s currently chugging a glass bottle of milk. Jamie, Lara, and Kim start laughing louder.)

The End.

[sunspycy]

AMG, preciso de uma fic do Markinhos mandrake marrentinho mas é pau mandado da namorada 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️

𓍯𓂃sinopse: Mark se fazia de durão quando você não estava por perto, mas se transformava completamente no seu cachorrinho sempre que seu nome era mencionado.

Mark Lee × Fem!Reader | br!au

𖹭.ᐟavisos: smutzinho bem fraquinho, masturbação feminina e acho que é isso (??)

w.c: 1.3k

⋆notas: anonnn, provavelmente eu não atendi ao seu pedido da melhor forma KKKKKK Mas foi bem difícil escrever essa, como eu já comentei aqui antes: é muito difícil escrever putaria, então escrevi minha safadeza romântica, espero que você curta!! 🖤

— Os meninos querem pegar uma prainha neste fim de semana — Mark comentou enquanto guardava os copos lavados dos refrigerantes que tomaram junto com a pizza horas atrás. Honestamente? Era sexta-feira, e você estava exausta. Nem percebeu que, após o lanchinho, dormiu com a cabeça encostada nele. A proximidade fazia seu corpo transpirar, mas não importava. Você amava quando ele fazia aquele carinho no seu braço enquanto parecia distraído com o filme na TV. Mas, na real? Ele fingia distração, porque te olhava a cada cinco minutos, pensando em perguntar se você não queria dormir na cama dele. Mas ele sabia que era arriscado. Você poderia fugir só com a sugestão, com medo de aceitar, dormir até o dia seguinte e seus pais pirarem com você.

Você puxou para trás a aba reta do boné dele. Não precisava daquilo dentro de casa, mas ele era vaidoso, gostava de ostentar as correntinhas para você e exibir sua coleção de bonés, mesmo que você sempre os tirasse quando o via. Dessa vez, fez diferente.

— E o que você disse? — questionou, sentindo-o te envolver nos braços de um jeito delicioso demais. Sentia que podia facilmente derreter ali, feito gelatina. Mark beijou seu pescoço, mesmo que você suasse um pouquinho na região por causa da cabeleira solta, os fios indomáveis, ainda mais depois do cochilo no sofá. Mas ele nem se importava. Para Mark, você tinha gostinho de bala, daquela de iogurte que derrete na boca. E ele amava te ter na boca.

— Disse que ia ver com a minha rainha — confessou, te apertando nos braços. Você fingiu uma careta, envolvendo o pescoço dele com os braços e beijando-o devagar, a princípio, somente um beijinho suave.

— Você é muito brega, sabia? — questionou, sincera. Mark sorriu, tirou a mão de você só para remover o boné e deixá-lo na primeira superfície que encontrou. Só tinha olhos e pensamentos para você.

— E você ama, né? — Mark provocou, bem pertinho de você, a boca a centímetros da sua, o corpo próximo te prendendo entre ele e o balcão da cozinha da casa da tia dele. Ela tinha viajado alguns dias antes e deixado o lar só para ele. Você mentiu para os seus pais, dizendo que visitaria sua amiga, mas ali estava, arrumada dos pés à cabeça: rasteirinha, vestido curto e preto, sem detalhes muito provocantes, mas só a alcinha fina fazia Mark ver estrelas toda vez que percebia. Queria prender seu cabelo com o punho, empurrar o quadril contra o seu devagar, te ter no seu estado febril, te ver sucumbir para ele gradativamente.

Mas você não era qualquer uma. Mark nunca enxergou nenhuma mulher dessa forma. Mas você… Era como se suas almas fossem intrínsecas, mesmo sem nunca terem pertencido uma à outra. Ele não queria forçar nada com você naquela noite. Só faria se você permitisse. E mal sabia ele que você chegou ali com uma única intenção.

O beijo casto, quase juvenil, avançou para algo lento, voraz, molhado demais. As línguas se encontravam, exploravam, se conheciam. Você se esfregou contra ele sem nem perceber, a respiração descompassada. Mark quase se abaixava, tentando alinhar os corpos, esfregando sem querer o próprio joelho entre as suas pernas. Por um momento, pensou em te colocar em cima do balcão, mas provavelmente você bateria a cabeça no armário de cima. Ele preferia não te deixar sem cabeça. Literalmente.

O pensamento o fez rir contra a sua boca, e você o contemplou, séria, sem entender a risada repentina.

— Que foi? — questionou, o rosto quente, vermelho, pondo a língua no céu da boca quando ele impulsionou o joelho um pouquinho para cima. Aquilo fez algo com o seu centro, uma provocação pura. Sentia que desmaiaria de tesão a qualquer instante, se isso fosse possível.

— Tá agindo como se quisesse me dar. É isso mesmo? — Ele perguntou, cessando o movimento de repente. Você voltou a raciocinar, mesmo que, dois segundos antes, estivesse se esfregando contra ele como uma adolescente descobrindo a puberdade. O vocabulário chulo te fez desviar o olhar e dar um sorrisinho. Ele sabia que você ficava gamadinha quando ele era safado contigo.

— Espero que sua roupa de cama não seja do Homem-Aranha — admitiu.

Mark te beijou e te conduziu meio cegamente, num mar de beijos e mãos entrelaçadas, até o quarto dele. A luz da lua entrava pelas janelas, deixando-o ainda mais bonito e reluzente. Mark te empurrou gentilmente para a cama com uma só mão, e você caiu feito pluma, olhando-o como se ele fosse sua única salvação, como se fosse um lago de água doce no meio de um deserto extenso. Ou talvez fosse só porque você queria desesperadamente que ele te comesse. Lentamente. Do jeitinho que os beijos de vocês fluíam: delicados.

— Nenhum Homem-Aranha, viu? Não sou narcisista assim — brincou.

Você riu, o nervosismo se esvaindo enquanto ele se curvava sobre você, beijando sua pele, afastando a alcinha do vestido preto e deslizando os lábios pela região escondida. Doce feito balinha. Suas pernas já estavam separadas, abrigando o corpo masculino entre elas. Foi o suficiente para que ele passasse a mão cuidadosamente pelo interior da sua coxa, subindo em êxtase enquanto seus lábios encontravam sua pele, seu rosto, sua bochecha, o lóbulo da sua orelha, que ele mordeu de leve. Você se arrepiou, afastando o cabelo, com medo de estragar tudo ao fazê-lo engolir algum fio. Provavelmente, deixou aquilo escapar em voz alta, porque Mark sorriu para você.

— Tá tudo bem. Quero te engolir mesmo — murmurou.

Ele desviou a atenção do seu torso, ficando de joelhos para segurar sua calcinha pelo cós e arrastá-la para fora do seu corpo. Você prendeu a respiração, e ele percebeu imediatamente, acariciando sua barriga por cima do tecido fininho do vestido preto e beijando sua boca.

— Relaxa, tá? Enxerga isso como uma sessão no ginecologista.

— Mark, eu definitivamente não sinto tesão pela minha ginecologista — você riu, surpresa com o choque térmico entre a mão dele e sua vulva. Sem perceber, abriu um pouco mais as pernas, permitindo que ele adentrasse um dedo com facilidade, só com sua lubrificação natural. Mas você já sentia que era demais.

— Tô tentando te deixar menos tensa. Não vai rolar se essa bucetinha não estiver bem aberta pra me receber, amor.

Morreria sem admitir que adorava o palavreado. Dois dedos entraram fácil, e você emitiu um barulhinho gostoso que fez Mark sorrir, beijando seu pescoço, a pintinha solitária que residia ali, um dos pontos preferidos dele.

Sentiu quando ergueu o quadril, indo de encontro à palma dele, rebolando, tentando de alguma forma se livrar do nozinho que se formava no seu ventre. Seus olhos nem estavam mais abertos. Mark se empenhava, afastando o máximo que podia seu joelho, te acertando tão bem que te deixava meio desesperada, o interior pulsando, engolindo-o, embora ele dissesse que seria o contrário.

Mesmo com apenas os dedos, ele te possuía fundo, te fazendo sair da órbita, os olhos revirando a cada investida. Saía com os dedos lambuzados de você e voltava, inserindo, esticando, te fazendo dele só com a mão. Provavelmente, você arrancaria os lençóis quando o caralho duro estivesse ali, cumprindo ainda melhor a tarefa dos dedos longos.

Mark beijou sua boca, permitiu que você mordesse o lábio inferior dele quando suas pernas cessaram a tremedeira. Ele parou o movimento devagar, te acostumando a retornar para a estaca zero, sem o esfrega-esfrega dos dedos no seu clitóris inchado. Mas ele queria te chupar. Precisava tirar a dúvida que inundava seu cérebro: você era mesmo doce feito a balinha rosa?

— Acho que pegar a prainha seria ideal — você sussurrou, segurando o rosto dele, as palmas em cada bochecha afogueada. Mark deixou um selinho meigo na sua boca, te observando com as orbes dos olhos dilatadas, feito duas frutinhas exóticas.

— Se você diz, rainha.

@sunspycy. Todos os direitos reservados.

[vrystalius]

The demon that stole my heart

Ever since you finally met the demon that places a stolen gift on your nightstand, you began to build a relationship with the demon you found out was named Gyutaro.

Pairing: stalker!Gyutaro x oiran!fem!reader

Here’s part 1, The demon that steals jewerly for me.

(Implied sexual assault from clients)

The demon kept visiting you every night, despite being discovered by you, and you are glad, incredibly so. Although he may look sick, starved, disgusting even, the demon, whose name you found out to be Gyutaro, made you feel safe. You heard tales from your Lady and the other oirans of your establishments about how more and more beautiful women suddenly either disappear or end their lives seemingly out of nowhere.

You listened the rumours about these creatures, how they seemingly only pick the most beautiful, how they stalk them before breaking into their bedroom while they’re asleep to devour them, how they walk on the rooftops to find their next victim… You never believed those things. Besides, you had real threats to worry about; not getting paid enough, being pretty enough to keep your job and drunken men to fend off that try to take advantage of you.

The demon you met was nothing like the descriptions you heard. Gyutaro is shy, kind, soft. He is incredibly insecure about himself, about how he acts around you and how he looks. Your visitor knows that he is beautiful, quite the opposite, but in your eyes you strongly believe that he is beautiful. Not only visually, but also the way he acts. You can’t help but smile everytime he hesitantly hands you over a small pouch filled another treasure he had prepared for you, his fingers trembling and eyes nervously watching for your reaction. Seeing a smile spread on your face makes him feel so incredibly happy and grateful being able to even exist within your vicinity.

In Gyutaro’s eyes, you are a goddess. A blessing from the heavens, something he desperately needs to hide from his sister, or else she might get the idea of devouring you. He could not let that happen, ever. You are too pure for this like of work and it infuriates him everytime when he watches another costumer enter your bedroom, while he is forced to sit on top of a roof, silently listening and making sure that you are safe and not attacked in any way. Gyutaro scratches, rips and tears his skin apart in jealousy the whole time. You should not be defiled like this, you’re pure, ethereal and the embodiment of beauty. You don’t deserve to be with a demon like him, but even less to be used by these men.

Gyutaro was curled up into a ball, nuzzling his head against your thigh while you held him. Your hand was slowly brushing through his way, separating matted strands while he was relaxing under your touch, melting by your affection. You were still in your “work clothes”, a kimono in a soft colour with golden accents and seams. He felt how expensive it must’ve been by the feeling against his cheeks alone. He never wanted to approach or touch you in fear of staining you in some way with his aura alone, but after touching your palm for the first time, Gyutaro instantly got addicted to the forbidden fruit.

“Gyu, the sun will be up soon.”

The demon cuddling onto you groaned in annoyance, opening his eyes slowly to glance up at you. His lips were formed into a large pout.

“C-Can I stay? In yo-your closet?”

You were slightly taken back by his request and gave him a small smile. You placed a gentle kiss on his nose, right onto his black marks. You know that your demon is protective of you, perhaps a little too much, but hiding in your closet while you serve clients might be a little too much. Besides, he’ll probably wont be able to bear listening to you and either scratch all his skin open, nearly skinning himself alive, or murder your client on the spot. You can’t let that happen, despite how much you hate being in the line of your work.

“No, people will notice. Besides, you won’t fit in it… you’re too large.”

Gyutaro’s pout grew, almost looking like an upset child. His eyes avoided yours while your hand brushed against his cheek, nuzzling against your warm skin, his lips placing light kisses all over before savouring everything about you for one last time. His eyes glossed over your figure, from your legs to your warmth thighs, perfect stomach, soft chest and the most beautiful face. Suddenly, Gyutaro gently bit down onto your finger, nibbling a little.

“C-Can I come by tonight a-again, pretty?”

His mouth was muffled by his teeth nibbling around your delicate fingers, placing sloppy kisses all over your hand.

“Yes, please. I’d love to.”

Gyutaro nervously smiled softly, finally letting go of you to move towards your window, his usual route of escape.

“I-I love you.”

You could barely hear him say those words, but they were there. Your whole face brightened up and a blush tainted your cheeks while watching him slowly open your window, avoiding looking at you.

“I love you too, Gyu.”

“M-Mhh.”

He whimpered quietly, hurriedly jumping away quickly to both escape the rising sun and to not allow you to see his blushing face.

💠

@starvedluci , I saw you getting excited about Gyutaro XD I hope it’s okay I’m tagging you like this, it just made me laugh out loud during lunch 😅

I need some kind of merch from him. I’m not sure if there are any plushies but I have seen some figures. I was at a convention this august where I saw a decently priced figure of him and one of Gyutaro + Daki in the hay thingie together (I hope you know what I mean) but I decided to get an Akaza one instead :,)

Anways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3 I am forever grateful for all your comments, reblogs and support. Thank you!

Here’s the The demon that.. Masterlist.

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello hello !!!

I hope you are doing fantastic <3

Could I request a poly!marauders x reader where reader randomly faints in the middle of class after complaining that she felt a little dizzy and the boys comforts her ? (I have no idea if you already wrote for this, if so, I apologize !!)

Lots of love <33

Hi lovely! This isn't super saccharine with the comfort, I hope that's okay! poly!marauders x fem!reader, mondern!au

cw: fainting, swearing

724 words

You sat on the bench outside of your classroom, a half-eaten granola bar crumbling onto your lap when James all but fee-fi-fo-fummed down the hallway towards you, still flushed after rushing here in the middle of practice. 

“Jamie! Be quiet.” You scolded, cutting your eyes towards the open classroom door, the lecture still in progress. 

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you hurt yourself?” He knelt in from of you, checking for injury. 

“I’m fine. I was by my chair, my deskmate caught me.” He didn’t look very relieved. 

“What happened, sweetheart?” He pulled his phone out, typing in a number. 

“I just felt a bit dizzy, I have since this morning.” You started. James put his phone down when Remus and Sirius walked through the glass doors. 

“We’ve got the car pulled around.” Sirius scrambled his words out, rushing to you. 

“Remus! Don’t you have work today?” You whisper-scolded. He just rolled his eyes. You went to stand up but all the boys flinched. 

“Careful!” James’ hands shot out to gently push you back down. “Don’t get up too fast.” He beckoned Sirius to cage you on the other side. 

“I was able to walk out of the classroom just fine on my own.” You still took hold of James’ arm and allowed him to walk you out. 

“You’re feeling okay now though, right?” Sirius’ tone was laced with anxiety. 

“I’m perfectly fine.” You reached for him with your free hand.

“Do you know why you fainted?” Remus asked as he pushed the heavy door open, leading you straight to the car. You and James climbed into the backseat, Sirius in the front (it was just like him to never give up his shotgun seat), and Remus driving.

“No.” You could sense the downturn of his mouth without even having to see. “But I’m sure it’s nothing major.” 

“Um, babe.�� Sirius was half concern and half sass. “I’m pretty sure that fainting without an apparent reason is very fucking concerning.” You were about to respond but James got there first.

“Why don’t we just backtrack.” He turned to you. “Did you sleep all right last night, angel?” You nodded. “Did you eat today?” You nodded again. “What did you have?” 

“Toast.” You responded. 

“Just toast?” Remus asked severely. 

“It was two pieces. And it’s only just past noon.” You reasoned. He looked displeased but didn’t argue more. James took that as permission to continue his gentle interrogation. 

“Did you have water with that, lovely?” He looked at you, an air of knowingness in his gaze. You rolled your lips in shame. Sirius turned around in his chair to look at you aghast. You knew that Remus was preoccupied with you, since he did not lecture him on seat belt safety. 

“Baby! We literally talked about this yesterday.” 

“Oh like you’re any better.” You scoffed. “If I remember correctly you were also being lectured yesterday.”

“Oi! My water bottle is half empty right now I’ll have you know.” He huffed and turned back around dramatically. You could see Remus rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Back on topic please.” He scolded. James took the mantle back. 

“Angel, I think you probably fainted because you were dehydrated.” He said gently. 

“And because you didn’t have a proper breakfast.” Remus scolded. James gave him a look begging for patience and dug through his gym bag. He fished out a full bottle of water and a protein bar. 

“This isn’t much but it will do until we can get some decent food in you.” He handed them over, squeezing your shoulder affectionately. You rolled your eyes, pretending that you weren’t actually very hungry and thirsty. You drank the water in just a few large gulps. 

“Someone’s thirsty.” Sirius deadpanned. 

“Yeah, you. For attention.” You sassed. He turned around, squawking indignantly and swiping at you like a cat. You tried to kick him from your seat but Remus caught your foot. 

“Can you please refrain from fist fighting until we are out of the moving vehicle?” He was trying (and failing) to sound reprimanding. You grumbled. 

“You shouldn’t be fist fighting with the sick and injured anyway, pads.” James said, placing a hand on your thigh. It was Sirius’ turn to grumble. 

“Alright, fine.” Sirius said, faux indigent. “But the minute you’re better, it’s on dolly.”

[wanderingelvis]

firstly, love your work!! second, can you write something about elvis being protective as well as maybe some Memphis Mafia content too? 🎀

i have a few of these requests so hopefully this works for all of them! 🎀🪩🕊️

🧚 Masterlist 🧚

word count: 2,508

pairing: 70s elvis x fem reader

warnings: kinda yandere themes, at least very possessive/protective elvis, manipulation

You’d brought new, fresh light into Elvis’ life. He was deep in his Vegas residency and you were this sweet little thing, bringing soft giggles, affectionate touches and happiness into the International Hotel.

Equally, this purity that you radiated came with a price. Elvis felt a need to protect you, in fact, all of the Mafia did. They were paid handsomely to protect you but even if they weren’t, you tugged on all of their heartstrings and they’d all look out for you, but none more so than Elvis.

Sometimes, he’d take it too far, not that you’d realise. His protectiveness went right over your pretty little head. 

Like the time that he’d kicked out two men from a meet and greet with him after a show because they gave you a “shifty look”, or when he fired a make up assistant for letting you have even so much as a sip of champagne. 

You’d ask about them, where they’d gone as you’d sit on Elvis’ knee and Elvis would plead ignorance, telling you that he ain’t getting involved with none of that personnel nonsense and you’d nod before turning back to your fashion magazine.

It was after a show that you thought was simply magical that you decided you needed to find a way to celebrate that success with Elvis. 

And so, you settled on getting Elvis a cupcake. 

You’d seen a stand of cupcakes as you’d headed into the auditorium before the show, as you’d been escorted in, with Elvis’ stepmother Dee holding your hand painfully tightly, seeing you as more of a burden than a friend. You had wanted to stop to try one of the cupcakes but Dee had yanked your wrist a little too harshly that you didn’t get the chance.

You had wished that you’d be free to roam around on your own but Elvis had made it clear that you were always to have an escort.

He insisted that of course he trusted you, it was strangers he didn’t trust, he couldn’t, he tried to explain to you as you nodded albeit with those adorable pouty lips.

In truth, he knew you were a mischevious and curious little thing, and not only that but you were just a little too naive to be left to your own devices. 

He just knew, if someone tried to take advantage of you, they’d be able to succeed just too easily and to that end, Elvis had made a rule to always be escorted, whether you liked it or not.

But you’d decided you were a big girl, you could surely get a cupcake on your own as a present for Elvis after his amazing show and it would be okay. 

Surely.

So as the crowd roared with applause, you scooted over in the booth to Larry Geller, the latest of Elvis’ entourage.

“‘Scuse me Larry, I, um, I gotta go to the ladies room and then I gotta go n’grab this, um, this cupcake for E, I wanted t’get him this present because, well, see that was such a lovely show, and um,” You quickly realised you were rambling to justify being left alone. “I wanted to get him somethin’ pretty!” You said softly with your big eyes glittering.

“Well, you sure you can go on yer own kid? Y’know I was told that you s’posed t’have someone with yer.” Larry mumbled, not really paying attention to you but watching a gaggle of female Elvis fans that were waving to get the attention of the Mafia as Elvis could be seen heading backstage.

“Oh sure Lar! It’s just the ladies room! I’ll be back in no time!” You said, seizing your opportunity. “Promise!” You giggled, scrambling out of the booth and making your way to the cupcake stand.

By the time you’d reached the stand, shuffling through all the bodies piling out of the auditorium, you were enchanted by all the different pretty cupcakes, delicately iced and decorated individually.

Meanwhile, backstage, Elvis had reached his dressing room only to be greeted by the Mafia and not the one single person he actually wanted to see. 

“Where is Y/N?” Elvis said sternly, looking around the room and missing an absent baby.

“She wanted to surprise you with a cupcake so she went to the stand in the lobby.” Larry informed him, not thinking anything of it. 

And suddenly, the tension in the room went from 0 to 100 as everyone else, more experienced with Elvis’ rules and regulations, especially towards you, knew what a monumental fuck up had just occurred.

“What do you mean she’s gone to the lobby? Who’s with her?” Elvis practically spat, his eyes scanning the room to see no one else missing but you.

“I- I sent her on her own.” Larry stammered, realising the error he’d made.

“Goddamn it!” Elvis shouted, slamming his whiskey glass on the table, causing it to shatter and make grown men flinch. “Go get her now. If she’s noticed and I swear to God, if that little girl is hurt, if any goddamn motherfucker has put their hands on her, I’ll kill all of you with my own goddamn hands.” Elvis roared.

A big group left the room and headed out in search of the little girl who was currently in the hotel lobby. 

“It’s you!” A shrill voice hollered at you just as you’d purchased a strawberry cupcake, making you glance up. “You’re Elvis’ chick,” the elderly lady said, partially to you, partially to her friend next to her as the two older women cornered you, the little thing as you held the cupcake for Elvis in your hands, your eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“I, um, I-“ You stammered, the poor baby. 

“You are a weird little thing aren’t you?” One of them said cruelly. 

“It’s like what they say in the papers about her being like some kinda little pet of Elvis’.” The other one said, in an observational tone that made you scrunch your eyebrows sweetly in confusion. 

“Wha-“ You managed to murmur before being interrupted.

Because then the pile on started, as the enormous crowd started noticing you.

“Y/N, over here!”

“Is it true Elvis dresses you?”

“Does Elvis control you?”

“Are you really a virgin?” 

“Would ya sign this for me?”

“Who did you screw to get with Elvis?”

With tears swelling up in your big eyes and your big bottom lip jutted out, wobbling as amxiety consumed you, all you had wanted was a cupcake for Elvis. 

But maybe he had been right all along, maybe you did need someone with you at all times. 

“Y/N, come here, come with us!” An older lady said, grabbing your forearm with a pinch, making the little girl yelp.

“No, no!” You whimpered as hot tears started to spill from your eyes and down your cheeks. You cowered, trying to wriggle away from the lady. 

You were close to a fully blown panic attack, not that you knew what the words were for that. You just knew you needed your Daddy. 

“Get away from her! I said move!” A loud voice yelled. You recognised the voice as Red West and saw him and Jerry making their way through the crowds.

Red got the woman off you with ease as you clung to Jerry, petrified of your surroundings.

“S’alright now honey, we’re gon’ get you back to EP, you’re okay now darlin’.” Jerry lovingly reassured, sensing how terrified you were, as you sniffled and were rushed away by him.

Truth be told, Jerry thought Larry was a bit of an ass, he understood why Elvis liked him but he knew he wasn’t the right person to leave you with.

You were quickly ushered into the security room where you saw Elvis, surrounded by his entourage and you wasted no time in running over to him.

“There’s my little one.” Elvis soothed, consoling his baby, rubbing circles in your back as you hiccuped and clung to him. “Breathe now baby, deep breaths f’me. Are ya hurt lil’ one?” Elvis cooed but he didn’t give you the time to respond. “Jer, she hurt?” Elvis almost barked.

Jerry stood there, hands on his hips and shaking his head. “I don’t know, boss. There was a crowd and some old lady was hollerin’ at her when I got to her.” 

“A-a lady, a-a lady grabbed me and um, she wanted to, she wanted to take me away and I- I didn’t wanna, I didn’t wanna go Daddy,” You sniffled oh so vulnerably, letting out the nickname Elvis had instructed you to give him and one that slipped out when you did indeed feel needy.

Elvis felt his heart yearn to comfort you but he was still seething at the massive oversight that had taken place, as well as the fact that you’d disobeyed his rule.

“Honey, you know what our rule is about wandering off?” Elvis said coolly, devoid of emotion as he was trying to restrain his anger.

You nodded your head feebly, your cheeks turning a softer pink at the slight embarrassment you felt from Elvis talking down to you in front of all of the guys. “To not wander off on my own and always tell you where I’m goin’ to keep me safe.” You recited sadly in a soft voice. 

“Ain’t that right.” Elvis said lowly. “So why, did ya think it would be a bright lil’ idea to disobey me huh kid? Y’need me t’spank that sweet little ass right here and now so that y’learn and start listenin’ t’me? Is that what y’need huh?” Elvis chastised. 

You knew all of the guys were uncomfortable but you also knew that Elvis didn’t give a damn, his eyes trained darkly on you and oh boy, did it make you feel the size of a mouse.

You looked around, embarrassed with your wet lashes fluttering as you sniffled a little more, an overwhelming bundle of feelings, including feeling scared, shy, panicked, embarrassed and relieved all swelling in your little tummy.

“Well honey? Y’gon use that mouth little one or do I gotta pull you across m’knee?” Elvis said, taking his index finger under your chin and tilting it as he towered over you, so that your watery eyes could meet his.

“I just wanted to get you a cupcake…” You choked out as Elvis’ brows furrowed with confusion.

“A cupcake?” Elvis said, his expression softening as it so often would whenever you spoke.

You nodded with a pout, your swollen bottom lip jutted out. 

You weren’t intentionally trying to melt Elvis’ heart with those soft, sad puppy dog eyes, you were just naturally so sweet that Elvis couldn’t resist abandoning his threats. 

“Uh huh!” You whined. “See, I saw these pretty cupcakes, the ones, the ones out there!” You exasperated, turning your body to point in the direction of the lobby. “Them ones with the decorations and the icing and I just,” You and Elvis both realised that you were getting all worked up again.

“Baby,” Elvis hushed, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back. 

He could tell just by your odd albeit cute passion for this cupcake that you were telling the truth and you really didn’t want to be in trouble.

You tried the breathing technique that Elvis had taught you for when you so often get a little too overwhelmed as your breaths got ragged. “M’sorry.” You mumbled.

“S’okay baby,”

“I just, you did such a good show, I mean, y’know  I love every show n’you were just so good n’ all, I just, just wanted to get you a present for it. And, see, the cupcakes were just so pretty!” You whimpered, pleading your case. “I know, I know I ain’t s’posed t’be wanderin’ off, I just really wanted t’get you the cupcake. I promise I ain’t gonna go on my own again, not ever!” You promised, your eyes wide, trying to convince Elvis. 

Elvis looked down at your poor state, he knew it had been a scary experience for you, he just needed to look at the way you were picking at your own fingers, actin’ all fidgety. 

When he looked up to observe the expressions on the Mafia’s faces, he knew they all agreed. His sweet thing meant no malice and she sure as hell had been spooked enough to never want to go anywhere without someone with her — and maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all, Elvis thought.

“M’real sorry.” You said softly, calmer now that you’d finally managed to get your words out, even if they weren’t exactly coherent.

Elvis smirked as he saw a cupcake box on the side that you’d clearly put down before you’d run into his big arms only moments before. 

“That the ‘oh so special’ cupcake huh little one?” Elvis said with a smile, pointing his index finger to guide your vision.

You simply nodded, you didn’t really have all that much energy left, you were so overstimulated, you poor thing.

“Jer, hand me that box will ya?” Elvis hollered, with Jerry moving swiftly to grab the box and place it in your hands, the odd sniffle coming from you, observing it all. “Want me t’take a look, dolly?” Elvis asked you, his tone now noticeably gentler than it had been.

“Yup.” Is all you managed to muster as Elvis took your little hand in his big one and guided you to the couch, letting you nestle into his side.

You watched with glassy eyes the man you adored with all your heart open the box, showing a pretty little cupcake, even if it was the tiniest bit battered from all the chaos. 

“Oh baby, how did y’know this one would be my favourite huh? How’d you get so clever?” Elvis cooed, realising his job was now to make you feel better.

“Really?” You squeaked, pushing yourself up from his chest to observe his expression as you bit your finger. 

Elvis grabbed your hand to gently pull it away from your mouth, he never approved of you biting your nails, it would make you sick and that’s the last thing he wanted. 

“That’s right darlin’.” 

“They gave it a name, it’s called ‘The King’.” You said gently before Elvis threw his head back with laughter at having a cupcake named after him. “That’s why I got it!” 

Your whole body began to untense at his laughter and you looked around to see all of his entourage too, laughing at what you’d said, making you feel better.

“Oh baby, whatever am I gon’ do with you hey?” Elvis chuckled, pulling you in to lovingly pepper your face with kisses, eliciting sweet giggles from you.

Despite it being a rhetorical question, Elvis knew exactly what he was going to do with you.

He would never again let you get into such a vulnerable and volatile situation again. He was going to make sure you were always looked after  and always kept by his side. 

Constantly. 

[riisume]

Tmw none of my self ships/self inserts are hitting cuz I've been having a gender identity crisis again and want to experiment with a genderfluid sona

[4ranghaes]

Hiya!! Could I request christmas as parents with Taesan?

day 7 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ christmas as parents!

han taesan x reader [fluff, fem!mum!reader, dad!taesan]

10:53 - “baekho-ya!” you exclaimed, “come, quickly!”

baekho’s head snapped in your direction, where you stood crouched beside his little sister. he ran from where he was bothering his dad in the kitchen.

“what, mummy?” the five-year-old said, placing his hand on your shoulder once he arrived at your side.

“look, it’s your favourite christmas decoration!” you gasped, pointing to the winnie the pooh ornament you’d bought when baekho was just a baby, for one of your first christmases at your new house.

you and seulgi were in the midst of decorating a tree (or you were, while your one-year-old daughter hindered under the appearance of help), but you and taesan had many conversations this year about how your little boy was growing up too fast and, if anything, losing the magic of christmas already.

baekho fought a smile, scoffing at your words. you smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “don’t you want to hang it on the tree?”

baekho looked back at taesan, who was now coming to join you.

“is that still his favourite? baekho’s a big boy now, remember,” taesan offered, “i like this one.”

he reached down into the box, pulling out a polar bear.

baekho watched with interest taesan organising the decoration on the tree. you smiled up at your husband, who then took your daughter in his arms, showing her the decoration (from a safe distance).

“well i like this one,” you said, digging around until you found the very first ornament you’d bought for baekho’s first christmas: a family of snowmen, with each of your names listed on each one. you nudged your son with a wink, “good job seulgi can’t read yet, hey?”

he giggled as you placed the decoration on the tree, studying it for a moment afterwards. he then reached down, gentle hands picking up the winnie the pooh bauble, “hmm. i think this is still my favourite, actually dad. be– because there’s a tiger here, and i’m tiger.”

you smiled, kissing your son’s head as you stood up, “nice. go on then, put it on the tree.”

taesan smiled down at his son as he rocked back and forth with seulgi in his arms, he didn’t want to push it too much, but he was happy to know his son wasn’t void of christmas spirit just yet, “hey bud, have you ever seen home alone?”

baekho looked at his dad; who, although he would scarcely admit it, was his hero. he shook his head.

taesan gasped, nodding, “it’s one of the bests. but it’s based at christmas, is that alright?”

baekho giggled, before nodding.

“yeah? i thought for a moment you didn’t like christmas,” taesan said, placing seulgi back down on the floor as the boys busied themselves with decorating the tree, baekho doing so absentmindedly.

“no! i like it,” baekho announced, in the way that children do about any matter: serious or not, “particu-lar-ly because of seulgi.”

“yeah?” taesan hummed, looking down at his son with intrigue, “why’s that?”

baekho looked at his little sister who was sat on the floor, staring up at the christmas tree lights. he laughed, “she likes it. and–and i was worried that santa wouldn’t know she existed. b-because it was only her first christmas. but she got loads of presents! but–but i was still worried this year, even so, so i added what i think she wanted when i wrote my list.”

taesan’s mouth dropped open, as he nodded, finally understanding why his sport-loving son asked for baby dolls and various baby sensory toys on his christmas list. he thought it’d been a joke.

“hey bud, you don’t need to worry about that!” taesan laughed, checking to see you were watching what your son was saying as you stood in the kitchen, “you know me and mummy are in close contact with santa, right? it’s a privilege you get when you become a parent.”

baekho giggled, taesan just nodding seriously.

“how about you re-write your list then, bud? cause we gave him some ideas, but we didn’t really know what you wanted for christmas!”

baekho nodded shyly, taesan smiling and patting him on the back, “go on, then. seulgi can help me with the tree, can’t you princess? yes!”

[petersasteria]

G-Dragon/Kwon Ji-Yong Masterlist

Right Person, Wrong Time, Wrong Lifetime (coming soon) -> angst, a little bit inspired by "Birds of a Feather"

Fixed (coming soon) -> chaebol! AU

That's That Me Espresso (02.09.2025 - 02.11.2025) -> Coffee shop AU. Haters to lovers.

My Usual, Please (coming soon) -> Your regular customer at the diner is really cute... too cute.

Open Secret (coming soon) -> angst -> everyone knows, except you... suddenly, hushed whispers are screams that you didn't know about

Hey, It's Been A While (02.08.2025) Part 2 (02.18.25 - 02.19.25) -> angst -> long time partners that don't have the same goal

He Likes You So Much (coming soon) -> fluff, doctor au

Strangers (coming soon) -> you meet at a diner. both of you sat next to each other on the diner's bar stools. you both looked troubled, so you talk about each other's problems despite being strangers. how does it end?

No Way (02.15.25 - 02.16.25) Part 2 (02.25.25 - 02.26.25) Part 3 (03.05.25) Part 4 (03.20.25 - 03.22.25) -> he wants a divorce.

Populer- lar! -> actress!reader is Glinda in the Wicked movie

I'm Hungry -> private chef!reader

Palpitation -> barista!jiyong x regular customer!reader

Debate -> college au -> competing colleges are debating and it's your group against jiyong's

Don't Have Much But I Have Love -> non idol!jiyong x wealthy!fem!reader -> bigbang april writing challenge -> wrote this ahead of time (04.02.25 - 04.04.25)

Shadow (03.19.25) -> angst -> big brother!jiyong

I Thought We Were Friends -> pov of this fic isn't from you but from your best friend, jennie -> betrayal

Omg TMI! (04.04.25 - 04.05.25) -> senior barista!jiyong x barista!fem!reader -> your customers are weird as fuck

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