#and from two of the sexiest bands too

[lemongrablothbrok]

w00t two sexy bassists in a row on my feed how did this even happen whatever I don't care lucky me

[badomensgoodomens]

Sleepy noah adventures!!!!!

noah looks high in this photo HAHA

anyways enjoy ur food children x

Most evenings, noah would be cooped up in his studio working on projects, which you usually found entertainment elsewhere. on this specific night, you were sitting in your shared bed, clutching the nintendo. youd spent the past 3 evenings trying to beat skull cavern, absolutely outraged, you turn the nintendo off, chucking it to the side. you slide out of the bed, getting whiplash from the cold. grumbles leave your mouth as you put your slippers on.

you trudge downstairs, making a beeline for the home studio. not surprisingly, noah was still engrossed in whatever he was doing. you stand there, unimpressed.

he doesn't notice you.

hes too busy sitting at his desk with his headphones and cute glasses to notice you. you approach carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck. he jolts slightly, before realizing it was you. He slips his headphones off, gently rubbing your arm.

"whats up, dude?"

you scoff,

"noah, its 2am."

"fuck, really?"

he tucks the loose strands back into his messy bun. (long hair era)

"mhm, you need to shower."

he hums, saving whatever he was working on. you take his hand, leading him upstairs. your townhouse is quiet, other than the occasional cough or murmur from one of the boys rooms. tonights takeaway lay strewn across the island.

he follows close behind, trying not to stumble in the dark. as he ventures into the masterbedroom the band had so kindly graced you two with, he slips off his shirt. you sit up on your elbows, watching him walk into the bathroom. you giggle to yourself before starting your night routine.

you had showered earlier, so you put on your expensive (much to noahs distaste) skincare, and slip on your cute pajamas. This puts you in a good mood, so you do some light reading before bed, the bedside lamp illuminating the fulfilling romance book in your hand.

the bathroom door opens;

out steps the sexiest man youve ever seen, im talking white towel around the waist, jaw dropping v line with water droplets falling down, greek god type shit, you could eat that man for dinner and more.

he flashes you a grin, wiggling his eyebrows.

"eyes up here."

despite his cheeky attitude, he slips on some pajamas and slides into bed next to you.

"hi sweetie, you smell really good."

you hum in response, atleast your scented moisturizers actually had a purpose.

"what flavour lip balm?"

"strawberry. as it is every night."

you respond, unimpressed. this was his daily ritual of asking for a goodnight kiss. he grins, you can't help but smile back. he pulls you in, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss to your lips.

he pulls away, smacking his lips together like the smug little bitch he is.

"mmm yum."

"you're not meant to eat it-"

you groan as he licks his lips.

"i needa brush my teeth." you say, sitting up. he groans, tugging your tshirt. you tut, climbing out of bed. he grumbles as you disappear into the ensuite. he watches you from afar for 5 minutes as you brush your teeth and hair. after some more grumbles, he gets up, dragging you back to bed.

"noah-"

"shut up, i don't wanna hear it."

he pulls you close, his breath trickling down your neck. he holds your waist tightly.

"goodnight sweetheart."

you hum, running your fingers through his hair.

"say it back." he says, sternly.

you ignore him, lingering between consciousness and dreamland. his hand snakes up to your chin. "say it back, brat."

you grumble, wriggling away from him.

he digs his fingers in your sides, you shriek, giggling.

nick bangs on the wall, signaling to shut the fuck up.

you collapse onto the bed, soft giggles echoing through the room.

"goodnight baby."

he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, a satisfied hum leaves his lips.

its radio silence for 5 minutes, nothing but eachothers breathing and synced heartbeats.

"babe..? would you still love me if i was a worm?'

"oh my god noah if you don't shut the fuck u-"

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teehee this is my first little scenario (??)

i have a very informal writing style and could not give a fuck about correct grammer.

anyways.

hope ur just as in love with noah as me

[milqueandsugar]

What if,, a band/artist rivalry between Adam and reader?

Since Adam outright says he's in a band in the first episode,, let's say that there's a rising artist who making themselves big in the music industry in Heaven, maybe even the same genre that Adam's band is in, and he gets ticked off.

So out of curiosity, he goes to one of their concerts (presumably to judge the music itself) but then when they start playing, he's just kinda.. in disbelief. Like the music is good?? And the person singing is hot??

Idk that would be something cool and funny to read,, love your stuff btw, been following since like last year 🙏🙏 I'll be 🥐 anon if that's cool and not taken ofc!

🌼☕` Your Tea Is Ready `☕🌼

Gen / Fluff

Includes / Adam

A/n - thanks for following for so so long! This was fun to write!

| Adam/Rival!Reader|

Listen, alright he only went to investigate

Too see what it was that made you sooo much of a competitor, because upon first glance there was nothing that interesting about you

Like you had cool clothes and hair he wanted to run his hands through, and the most kissable lips he's ever seen, and you pretty much sweated sex appeal but like you were THAT cool

So he takes the chance when an opportunity arises to get seats for your show, he'll take the scolding for the expensive purchase from lute later, the information he could gather was worth far more than any currency

So he goes, fights through the crowd for drinks and then fights through the crowd again to get to his spot

Your fans are insane, thats the first thing, like he's used to fans throwing bras and underwear on stage but these people are screaming and cheering for you like you were on stage, the openers hadn't even started yet wtf was going on??

The crowd hype was real though and by time the openers, who were mid, closed he was feeling the buzz of excitement the crowd carried

It was contagious and his ailment of adrenaline was only worsened when you came on stage and started your first song

Fuck

Yeah he got the appeal

Seeing someone so confident, so in love with their passion made him fall equally in love with you, those are like the two sexiest things and angel can have and you've got them falling out of your pockets babe!!

He buys more tickets to up coming shows and a shit ton of merch while leaving the venue, he would have done it during the show but he couldn't tear his eyes away often enough to blink let alone do anything else

Any sense of envy or competiriveness? Gone, just like the money from his wallet

He only realizes when he's considering buying a signed shirt that he's acting like one of HIS groupies

Oh no

Decides then he needs to quit, you have a sick band, he respects you and has all your songs on vinyl and on his phone but he's not some fucking low life that stalks their celebrity crushes all right?

I mean he's going to keep the merch but hey it might be valuable one day!!

And he'll go see the shows for the tickets he already bought but otherwise it'd just be a waste so whatever it's totally normal

This is such normal behavior, just, be cautious if you ever mention HIS band in a positive light on social or in an interview, he is already heavily considering buying some back stage passes don't force his hand now, come on

[zeplerfer]

USUK Fics of 2023

Instead of the usual Christmas fic recommendations, I've decided to highlight some delightful USUK fics that were written or updated in 2023. Read and enjoy!

Canonverse

caressed by thorns by aiwendor - America's soulmate mark is a rose.

Flutter Notes by DemonicPiano - England receives love notes from a secret admirer.

I Wish That We Could Be Real Too by tangerine_machine - America is an expert on taking drunken England home. Too bad they both suck at confessing their feelings.

In the Trenches by PromiseOfGrayskull - England and America share a fag and discuss love.

Cardverse

Crescit Eundo by Orestiad - Two squabbling royal princes finally find romance as young adults.

The Only One for Me by aiwendor - Prince Alfred is forced to hold a ball to help him find his queen.

Rewind by BritishShinshi - Queen Arthur pays the price for saving his King's life.

Drunk with your Love by CharlotteKensington - The King of Spades confesses his feelings after too much wine.

Fluff

1-800-DIAL-A-HERO by AveryBlair - Super villain!Arthur has to call a foe for help.

Fell Off by amine - Alfred and Arthur are a couple of YouTubers in love.

With Golden Hairs, Our Stolen Hearts by WhyHowdyThereExtras - Arthur is jealous of Alfred's new puppy.

Flirting

The (not-so-charming) Prince Charming by WhitRewritesCanon - Alfred swipes right and starts dating a prince.

and sugar, we're going down swinging by nyoengland - Alfred does a photoshoot with the sexiest member of a British boy band.

Fake Boyfriend

Limited time offer by CharlotteKensington - Alfred rents out his dating services to make some quick cash.

I Know What You Want (From Me) by ixiepixie - Alfred needs a fake boyfriend to deal with his family.

Inspired by a TV series

Wayfaring Strangers by Orestiad - Alfred is humanity's last hope for a cure during the zombie apocalypse and Arthur is the one in charge of keeping him alive. Based on the Last of Us(UK) ;)

The Season by hetaswag - Lord Arthur Kirkland is an eligible bachelor during the social season teaching a handsome American how to be a gentleman. Based on Bridgerton.

Sexy Smut (USUK)

Simple Chemistry by Orestiad - Alfred suffers from some kind of alien Viagra toxin and Arthur is the cure. Star Trek AU.

cast all your spells on me by flybynight - Alfred needs help from a powerful and very sexy sorcerer.

Pinned in Place by gummycola - The Demon King imprisons a sexy incubus for funsies.

Just Desserts by haleydawnisaur - America distracts England from baking with sex.

Punk Smut (UKUS)

A Closer Look by alifeasvivid - Arthur's tattoo earns him an admirer on the Tube (and in bed).

All According to Fantasy by WhyHowdyThereExtras - Punk Arthur picks up his diner waiter.

[joohanisms]

lizzie walk with me for a sec i have a (silly) idea,,,, imagine ~getting frisky~ with jooyeon and he realises you're wearing panties with pokémon on them and he suddenly stops like :O these are so cute omg is that sylveon and then proceeds to spend the next minute or so trying to name them all and you're just laying there like 😭 okay but can you eat me out already tf ahsjsjdjs (instead he makes you turn over so he can see the pokémon on your ass smh)

- 🍯

LMAOOOOOOOOOO THAT'S SO HIM I'M GOING TO PASS OUT

jooyeon + pokémon underwear 💭💫

cw: what it says on the tin tbh, bratty joo towards the end, reader is hot and pissed (enphasis on pissed), mention of oral sex (f receiving), very brief mention of gagging, i actually don't know shit about pokémon so i'm sorry if i got anything wrong!

"jooyeon. come on."

so, let's recap. everything was doing fine – you and jooyeon had been lazing around on your couch as an excuse of a date. both of you have been so tired lately, with work and studies and practice and life in general, that when date night rolled around you texted him something in the lines of "you want to come over and watch a movie with me so bad. you want to come over and watch–". jooyeon was so relieved you wouldn't make him get ready to take you out. of course, if you wanted to have a proper date night he would; but he's thanking the heavens you don't. so he shows up at your door with barely only himself – no flowers, no chocolates, no snack you could share.

you COULD eat him whole, though. the loose band shirt and the sweatpants made him look delectable. and since you weren't going to leave the house anyway, it was pretty clear where this date was going to end up – only after you finished stuffing yourselves with take out, though. when the dishes were empty on your coffee table, it didn't take too long for him to lazily kiss you, pressing you into the couch in the most delicious way.

things came and went, and soon you had a pretty boy straddling you in your bed. jooyeon's hands had been caressing your thighs for the past ten minutes when he finally decided to pull your shorts down.

and that's when things derailed.

you see, you had gotten pokémon underwear at some point in your life as a gag gift. since they were, well, not the sexiest thing you own by a far shot, they were always reserved for days when you didn't plan to leave the house or days that required comfy underwear – the colorful patterns of the many little guys on the cotton fabric made it really easy to hide period stains, after all – and today was meant to be spent in the couch, watching tv with your lovely boyfriend. you did fail to account for the fact that said boyfriend is a pokémon afficcionado.

with your shorts down to your knees, he gasped the loudest you've ever heard him gasp during sex.

"are those pokémon?" he's cute, you'll give him that.

"oh? yeah, i got those panties as a gift a couple years ago. from my friends. no one that would ever take them off of me would give me pokémon lingerie." you joked, wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in for a kiss. to your surprise, he didn't budge.

jooyeon only got half the hint; briefly lifting off of you, he took your shorts off and threw them across the room – a habit, you came to realize over the course of your relationship – but then completely ignored the wet patch in your crotch.

"they're so cute! they even have a snorlax!" tracing his fingers over the character, he brought his face closer to your clothed cunt, and you could feel yourself gush with anticipation. you kicked your legs a little, stretching the shorts still at your knees, hoping he'd get the hint and spread your legs as far as they could go.

which brings you to the present moment.

"those panties are actually so cool. they have an incredible variety of pokémon. they don't repeat at all." you know. you've owned this pair of underwear for at least two years now. and you're starting to get impatient.

"yeah. lift off for a second, please?" you're spreading your legs yourself. clearly, jooyeon needs a little encouragement.

he gasps again, and you smile to yourself. he's finally realizing you've leaked through your panties since he walked into your apartment a few hours earlier.

"is that a sylveon?"

fuck. maybe he didn't realize shit, after all.

"babe, those are so cute. why did you hide this from me?" he's looking so intently at your cunt – well, at the pokémon covering it.

"they're my granny panties. take them off, please." you grip his long hair, bring his face closer. you really want to believe he's teasing you. unfortunately, you know your boyfriend. he's just being a nerd.

jooyeon pauses. drags his eyes up your still clothed torso, stops when he reaches your face. moves slightly, holds your waist underneath your shirt. he's finally going to touch you, he's finally going to put his mouth on you, he's finally–

he manhandles you, lands you on your stomach. stretches the fabric of your panties a little, and whispers "oh my god, pigeotto."

you're so done with him.

usually, you're all for his nerdy moments. you think he's the most lovable man on earth; he gets excited over the smallest things, he cried when he finally got a shiny holographic card of his favorite pokémon. you fall in love all over again everytime he talks and talks and talks about things he loves. but today, in this situation, you're close to wrapping your hands around his neck and squeezing.

you kick your legs against his back, in a childish move. "jooyeon!"

"yeah?" you feel his warm hand on your asscheek, and you unvoluntarily leak some more.

"i love you so much, infinitely. i love your nerdy moments. but if you don't eat me out in the next ten seconds, i'm kicking you out." you try to twist your body around to glare at him as you spoke, but a hand presses against your back, trapping you against the mattress. jooyeon chuckles.

"someone's bossy."

"jooyeon, i'm not joking. i'll give you the damn panties if you want if you take them off of me right now. if you don't, i'll take them off myself and gag you with them." your voice is a little muffled against the comforter, but you know jooyeon heard you, judging by how there's more weight pressing on your back and how his giggle is right beside your ear.

"would that be so bad? i might even keep naming pokémon, then. don't threaten me with a good time."

"you're ridiculous." your hand snakes around, feeling for his hair. eventually, you tug on the strands, earning a high pitched groan. "if you want me to gag you with my underwear so bad, you could've asked. i'll shove the damn pokémon down your throat, even."

"not the pokémon!" his whine is playful, but he shifts enough to make room to, fucking finally, spread your legs. the weight holding you down disappears as your ass is lifted into the air, propping you up on your knees.

"so shoving things down your throat is fine? the problem is the pokémon?" you're free to twist your torso slightly, and you catch his eyes just as he pulls the underwear off of you. the damned pokémons don't fly across the room, as your clothes usually are; they're shoved into jooyeon's pocket. you eye him unamusedly.

"what? you said you'd give me the underwear if i took it off." his grin makes you want to jump him. you're not sure if it's sexual or if you just want to punch him. "don't worry, baby. i'll make you feel good."

his thumb glides across your slit and your knees nearly buckle at the sudden but very fleeting relief.

jooyeon chuckles, gives your ass a slap and finally, fucking finally, attaches his mouth to your clit.

[matthewloverr]

rock me

matt x blake sanders (fem reader)

summary: when out with some friends at a bar a band is playing, the guitarist catches you eye. feeling bold you decide to approach him, one thing turns into another.

warning: low key age play, fingering, kissing, swearing, underage drinking

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me and my friends alanna, brynleigh and emerie heard there was a live band playing at some shitty bar near where we live, he decided if we wanted to risk being kidnapped or killed being there so late at night but we had nothing better to do.

we began getting ready, i chose to wear something more casual because we’ve never been to this place. i wore a black camisole that showed off my red lacy bra under it and low rise jeans and kept my hair straight. before leaving i slid on some bracelets and a necklace and out we went.

the walk was sketchy but thank god our dorms were only two minutes away, as soon as we approached it we knew exactly what we were getting into. they didn’t even card us at the door which wasn’t the worst thing because even though the legal drinking age was 21 me and the girls were still 19, close enough ?

we grabbed some beers from the bartender and were talking for a bit just about school and other boring stuff, i was so caught up in the conversation i barely noticed the band playing. i looked over to see and my stomach did backflips, there was a tall brunette with broad shoulders dressed in a black muscle tank and black pants, i watched his rings as his fingers moved up and down the electric guitar.

i was so fascinated i didn’t even notice him staring back, we made eye contact and she just shot me a quick wink, i just stared down at the half empty bottle in my hand trying to hide my smile. they finished up their song and the drummer announced they would be back. i couldn’t wait.

i was laughing with brynleigh while alanna and emerie were talking to two men who maybe looked around 30 trying to get free drinks, that’s when i felt a presence behind me. i turned to see who it was expecting some weird old guy and i was met with the same boy i saw on stage, he completely towered over me and when i went to turn to brynleigh she had made her way over to alanna and emerie leaving just me and this man.

“hey im matt” he spoke and shot me a quick nod.

“blake” i replied giving him a warm smile.

“i like that name, how old are you?” he questioned me.

i looked around pursing my lips trying to hide my smile, i knew i should lie and say im 21 but he didn’t look much older than me. “im 19, you?”

his eyes widened a bit “you know you’re too young to be here”

i just took a sip of the beer in my hand ignoring his comment “you never answered my question”

“22” he said leaning his elbow against the edge of the bar, his eyes were so beautiful i could stare at them all night.

“not that far off” i replied shrugging my shoulders.

he just smirked at me before he leaned in to my ear so he could whisper but i would still hear him over the trashy radio music they played.

“come to the bathroom” he whispered, and with that he turned to walk and i quickly finished my beer and followed behind him.

this man could literally tell me to rip my clothes off right here and i would and i didn’t even know him.

as soon as we entered the one stall bathroom he locked it and immediately crashed his lips onto mine, the kiss was messy and rough but i didn’t care i mean he was literally the most sexiest man ive ever seen.

he scooped me up putting his hands under my thighs and i wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair. he slowly started walking towards the sink and placed me on it. my legs immediately spread so he could come between them, he ghosted his fingers over my clothed heat.

i gasped into the kiss and i could feel him smirk against my lips. i lifted myself up so he could slide the jeans off my hips and down to my knees, he just stared at the black lacy underwear and i internally thanked myself for not going with the granny panties.

he moved his kiss down to my jaw and then my neck, he sucked and slightly bit down on the spot under my ear that made me melt under his touch. he kept doing that making sure my neck was marked up and he slowly moved his fingers under my panties.

he moved his fingers through my slick folds pulling back out from my neck. “already so wet and ive barely touched you?” he said with a smirk on his face, a pink blush flew across my cheeks and nose feeling slightly embarrassed.

“you’re so beautiful you know that” he spoke again this time going back into my neck and rubbing his fingers in circles against my clit. i bucked my hips towards him laying my hands gripping against the sink dying for his touch.

he must’ve got the message because a second later he slipped a finger in and a low moan fell from my lips, i felt his finger curl inside me before he added another one. he just kept his motion and pressed his forehead against mine.

he quickened his pace and i could already feel the knot in my stomach forming. my hands gripped on the sink so hard my knuckles turned white. my brows furrowed and my mouth agape.

“i can feel you clenching, let go baby”, his words sent me over the edge and i threw my head back and spread my legs impossibly further apart, a loud string of moans and curses slipping from my mouth. he kept pumping his fingers in and out and let my high ride out before removing his fingers and licking them clean.

i just stared in awe at the man, his chest was heaving up and down and he just stood and admired me. i jumped off the counter and started pulling up my jeans before someone started banging on the door.

“yo matt, you’ve got five minutes to get out here” a voice yelled from the other side of the door, it sounded like matt but not quite it.

i looked at matt and he just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, i placed one last peck on his lips.

“here’s my number, call me when you get home tonight” he said as he handed me a peice of paper with 10 digits on it. i took it and stuffed it in my back pocket as i grabbed my phone that had fallen down to the floor.

he opened the door and out with both went, i saw all my friends faces as they saw me and him walk out side by side and him pull me into a side hug and place a kiss on the top of my head before heading back stage.

“okay what the fuck just happened” alanna asked me with excitement in her tone.

“honestly i don’t even know, and ive only had one beer” i said chuckling and throwing my hand to my head.

“well you’re in luck” brynleigh spoke before she turned around with a black platter full of tequila shots. “the bartender thinks that’s you’re boyfriend so free shots on the house !!”

my eyes widened and a big smile grew on my face. we each grabbed one cheering and downing them, all of our faces contorted with disgust and we all laughed.

we drank whatever was left in the tiny cups and danced to music while i was busy eyeing matt. i now realize where he got the skills for what had just happened in the bathroom.

the bar was closing and me and the girls were shit faced so we decided to walk back to our dorms, i shared with brynleigh so alanna and emerie said their goodbyes and went to their dorm. i sunk into my bed and remembered the piece of paper in my pocket.

i quickly pulled it out and carefully entered the digits into my phone and named the contact “guitar matt”, i sent a quick message saying i was home and immediately passed out not bothering to look at the message he had sent.

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the next morning i woke up and my head was pounding, i realized i still had my shirt and bra on but i must’ve kicked my jeans off in the middle of the night. i grabbed my phone and saw he had texted me. last nights memories flooding my head. i clicked on the message as my eyes scanned what he had said.

“im in town for a week, can’t wait to see you again ;)”

a/n: sorry yall this song plus guitar matt is actually stuck in my head, also this is the only part ! (unless yall want another part cause im low key in love with this ;)) ok bye love you !!

comment to be added to tag list !!

[gretavanlace]

The Emperor’s New Clothes

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, flirting, light impact play, dirty talk, oral (fem rec), etc

Inspired by this gorgeous little bit and this one, too. You’re all evil geniuses ❤️💋

“Seriously, what is wrong with you three?” Danny grabs the pool stick out of Sam’s hand and shoves him aside. “Is being a shitty pool player a prerequisite for being a Kiszka?”

“In fact, it is!” Josh sounds off, leaning against the table, finger idly dragging over the kelly green felt. “They pull us all aside in the hospital directly after birth, and say…hmm, I’ve forgotten, it seems. Samuel?”

Sammy takes a long chug of his fruity pink drink around a nod. “They say,” he gestures grandly, so much like his eldest sibling at the moment. “Be as useless as possible if you ever get your hands on a pool stick. Fuck every play up royally, for this…this is your duty. It’s all very dramatic.”

“Ah yes,” Josh raises his glass in thanks. “That’s it, little brother. Good man, better memory.”

“Idiots.” Danny shakes his head, and sinks three striped balls before scratching and turning in your direction. “Jake, you’re up.”

Jake rises from his stool beside you where he’s been watching the scene unfold with a gentle hand on your bare thigh.

“My time to shine, kitty cat.” He plunks his neat whiskey down and swaggers away, calling over his shoulder. “Prepare to witness mediocrity at its finest.”

“Mediocre would be a compliment.” Danny adds with another shake of his head that sends his mane of curls swaying.

“Hey,” Jake points a lazy finger at him, “you chose me as your partner.”

“Only because the other two are even worse, somehow.”

He sounds baffled by it, and you suppose that makes sense. Normally, the brothers Kiszka float through life with seemingly endless layers of talent. It’s more than fun for the both of you — strangers to such endless grace — to witness their struggle.

Danny hurries to your side, so that you might enjoy the moment together, falling into you as you both dissolve into a fit of half-drunken laughter when Jake flawlessly (and accidentally) sinks the 8 ball.

“Tired of this, is all.” He shrugs, lying his ass off. “We never do anything real. Let’s do something real.”

“I’m real,” You taunt jokingly after a swig of the whiskey he’s left you in charge of, “you could do me.”

“Don’t be cheeky.” He scolds half-heartedly, with a wavering point your way.

“I love it when you talk ‘shitty british accent to’ me, jakey.” You wink with another pull on his glass, draining it to the dredges.

Daniel tries an accent of his own on for size, mimicking his band mate. “Name’s Jacob, love.” He reaches forward to kiss your hand, and you allow it with a giggle and a blush Jake pretends not to see. “I’m terrible at pool…and that’s not the only stick I don’t know how to wield.”

The brothers erupt into laughter as you roll your eyes affectionately.

“Laugh it up, pricks.” Jake sounds unbothered in the sexiest way…it takes a bulldozer to get under his skin.

“Aw, that’s alright, you gorgeous thing, you,” Josh allows his stare to fall dark upon you after a conspiratorial wink. “If my perpetually stupid twin wants to waste opportunities, I’ll allow it and take care of you myself.”

“Sounds perfect, josh…” you lend a breathy tone to your words. “Upstairs in your room or right here on the pool table?”

He pretends to think it over, “I’d say table, but look at all the balls left on the felt. That doesn’t exactly scream comfort. If only Jake could actually sink one or two.”

“Yeah,” you nod with a solemn sigh, “such a shame. Upstairs then.”

“Me?” Jake sloshes more whiskey into his glass and slides it away from you while miming a kiss so you’ll know he realizes this is all in good fun. “You didn’t land a single fuckin’ ball, Josh. Why do you even have this?” He raps his knuckles quickly against the shiny wood framing the table.

“I happen to enjoy telling people I have a billiard room.” Josh smooths his shirt flippantly. “It makes me sound refined.”

“Yeah,” Sammy speaks up from the bar where he is chaotically preparing himself a refill. “Break out the brandy and Tchaikovsky, already. I’m not feeling cultured enough.”

“It makes you sound stupid, because this isn’t even a billiard table.” Jake points out. “Totally different game.”

In reply, Josh sends a square of chalk sailing through the air directly at his head. His twin ducks at the last minute, avoiding impact. “You’re just mad because your girl wants me to take her upstairs.”

“Is that true, kitty cat?” His stare lands on you with mischief glittering there. “You wanna go upstairs with the sun, or stay down here in the darkness where you like it best?”

He saunters forward and pulls you in close, lips soft against your pulse point…but for a split second, you can’t help the way your line of sight lingers, locked with Josh’s.

Jake’s knee slides between your thighs, just high enough to be a little inappropriate. He’s claiming you. Reminding the room to whom you belong, though it isn’t necessary…the whole world can see you’re his.

It’s all right there in the way you look at him. In the way you move with him like a devoted magnet. In the way your body comes alive with electric love when he walks into a room.

Yes, you’re his. Implicitly. But sometimes…..

Shoving the thought away, you push him aside as well, with an embarrassed swat. “Quit it.”

“See?” Josh teases, never one to shy away from giving his brother hell. “She’s ready for the superior twin. Aren’t you, pretty?”

He sends another wink flying in your direction. “And who could blame her? She’s seen me in a jumpsuit or two.”

“Here we fucking go.” Sam groans loudly. “If you’re going to start in on a big dick monologue, I’m calling an Uber.”

“I’ll split it with you.” Danny concurs.

“Ah, fuck off,” Josh waves a hand in the air wildly, dismissing them both “jealous bastards.”

He moves to grab his drink, drifting through the room with that careless elegance that follows him around like a shadow, and you find yourself unable to look away the way you sometimes fall victim to when he’s owning one stage or another.

At times, Josh is like a song you can’t get out of your head. You don’t want to sing it, you don’t want to listen, but there it is all the same…dominating your attention.

You shake it off, but when your eyes reluctantly abandon him, you find Jake’s gaze, narrowed and knowing, tracking and all seeing. It burns into you, lighting a tortuous flame of shame, and something else, within you.

It’s an unsteady feeling. Unsure. Mostly because you can feel emotion radiating off of him like wandering hands reaching out to stroke over your skin. He’s live-wire-alert, thrumming with galvanic energy, but he isn’t angry. Far from it.

It’s analytical, this look he has fixed upon you. It’s hot, there’s no questioning that…but it also boasts a peculiarity. He’s honed in on something you’ve tried very hard to keep hidden, and he doesn’t necessarily hate it.

Brushing away what can only be labeled as intrusive thoughts - he can’t have seen through you that easily - you watch as Dan and Sam begin a game of darts, squabbling over who should throw first.

The night drifts by languidly, becoming a little fuzzier and more dream-like with each trip to the bar to top up.

Jake has disappeared, but that’s nothing new. He tends to wander when inebriated. Likes the quiet. You’ll catch up with him sooner or later. Or perhaps you’ll find him curled up in the guest room that has been unceremoniously reserved for the two of you each time Josh hosts.

You’ve fought it as long as you can, ignoring the nagging ache in your bladder, unwilling to readily ‘break the seal’ that will render you popping off to the bathroom every ten minutes.

Josh is contemplating a song that has been trekking about in his mind, remaining hidden away despite begging to be written.

You nod sympathetically, offering up a squeeze of his hand in solidarity. “Hold that thought,” you smile, tripping on your slurred words so mildly no one but yourself would ever notice. “Off to the ladies room.”

“The ladies room?” He laughs, trotting out that barking belly laugh that is nothing short of infectious. “You make my home sound like an Applebees.”

“Applebees?” You hear Sam pipe up as you ascend the basement stairs “Are you ordering? ‘Cause they’ve got that queso I like.”

Danny’s reply comes muffled as you slip onto the main floor. “Applebees is fuckin’ disgusting, and anyway…”

Hands washed, and a smudge of eyeliner wiped away, you emerge from the bathroom, ready to rejoin the party when a hand slithers out in the dark, quick as a striking snake, to pull you into the spare bedroom.

“Hello, kitty cat.” Jake’s voice comes smoothly in the dark.

“Jake,” you’re working hard to quiet your hammering heart as your eyes fight to adjust in the darkness. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’d tell you I’m sorry, but I’m not.” You can nearly hear the smirk in his tone.

“Have you been hiding up here all this time?” You ask, as he holds tight to your hands, barring you from actually being able to touch him.

“Yes. Kept myself busy by going through my brother’s things.” He whispers, licking a soft trail along the side of your pinky. “Did you know he owns a vibrator? Wonder what he uses that for?”

“Probably the same thing you use mine for.” You breathe back in the pitch black of the room, picturing the way he sometimes holds it against his cock for you when you feel like watching. “Stop teasing your poor twin. And you shouldn’t go through other people’s things, Jacob. Naughty.”

“Oh? Shouldn’t I?” His lips skate across your own as he leans in. “I wouldn’t have found this if I hadn’t.”

He has timed his moment perfectly, and as the light flips on, the ability to form truly coherent thoughts becomes unattainable.

A completely self-assured expression warms his features as you stare on with parted lips and softly panting breaths.

Josh’s jumpsuit, stark white and swimming with mermaids and winking glitter, hugs his body like a second skin. It renders the tan of his complexion even more pronounced, leaving him standing before you like a sun-kissed god.

His hair is pulled back in a loose, low slung bun. It’s lazy and effortless. Obviously not executed before a mirror, and that makes it all the more right.

“Fuck, I…” you falter, unable to find the words for your thoughts. Probably for the best, lest you come off as some fucked out ninny in a poorly scripted porno.

“Will this do?” He bites down on his lip, hiding away a flash of insecurity that you spot anyway. It’s gone as fast as it came. Replaced quickly by that cocky smirk that makes your cunt ache for his touch. “Or should I go and gather my brother?”

“Jake…”

Your eyes are fixed on his cock, half-hard and deliciously on display behind the suit. So very much like his twin.

“What?” He yanks you in close and ghosts his mouth up along your pounding jugular until his lips are pressed against the shell of your ear. “I see the way you watch him sometimes. You look so pretty when you stare. Do you want to fuck him? Because you can. If you want him that badly, that is. You can have him.“

A moan in the negative is all you can hope for in the moment.

“No?” He’s got you up against the door now, grinding his fully hard cock against your clit, inching his fingertips up along the outsides of your thighs, higher and higher under your skirt. “You’ll settle for me, dressed up in the emperor’s clothes?”

“You’re the fucking emperor.” You correct, burying your hands in his hair, further loosening his haphazard bun. “I just like to think about it now and then.”

Oh, where did that little bit of honesty come from? Some things are better left unsaid.

“You like to think about fucking my brothers?” He couldn’t be further from angry if he tried. You can hear it. Territorial, perhaps…but that will do perfectly.

“Never said brothers,” you gasp, clinging to his bare shoulders for dear life when his fingers curl into the sides of your panties. “Just Josh.”

“Why?” He’s beginning to shine with sweat and need.

“I like his mouth…oh, fuck…” you whine when he slips your underwear down, mid-thigh. “It’s pretty. And the way he moves his tongue sometimes…”

“Alright, shut up…” he lands a harsh crack of a smack against your swollen clit. “That’s enough.”

“Jealous?” You smile, taunting him just a little before leaning in to dip your tongue into his warm mouth. He tastes of liquor, and cinnamon, and Jake.

“Maybe.” He smiles into your kiss.

“You’ve given me permission to fuck him, but you can’t handle listening to me talk about it?” You’re taunting him mercilessly, but he loves it and you both know it.

“Maybe you’re just needy.” He teases right back, easing two fingers snug into your warmth without warning. “Yeah? Maybe you’re just feeling slutty because you need to cum. Is that it, baby? Do I need to pet my pretty kitty cat a little?”

“Please…” you’re begging, and much too loudly given that there’s an audience one floor below, but you can’t find a fuck to give.

“Mouth or cock?” He curls into you, pressing perfectly inside your silken walls as you arch away from the door.

“Mouth.” You whimper, sounding as pathetic as you feel in your desperation.

It’s the correct answer. Had you said cock, he’d have worked himself into a frenzy thinking about the way you spoke of Josh’s mouth but didn’t ask for his.

He drops to his knees, without a word, eyes on yours until he disappears beneath your skirt, beautiful features now cloaked and hidden away.

You blush under the scrutiny of no one in the empty room when you hear him draw in a deep, lingering, lungful of you with his mouth on your dampened thighs.

“Pink and pretty,” his voice rasps from between your legs. “She’s just a little messy right now. Don’t worry, kitty cat…I’m gonna kiss her all better.”

A feral sound chokes out of you as you yank his face in close, burying him in your cunt.

At first, he’s louder than you are. Murmuring hungry little grunts and moans against your slick skin…sucking at you ravenously until the room is stifled up, full and hot, with the wet sounds of your cunt and his mouth.

Soon, though, you grow hotter, and lose yourself little by little, fucking against his face as he loves on your clit obscenely. Lapping at it, nibbling delicately, drawing it into his kiss tenderly as his fingers delve deeper inside.

He fucks you slowly, nudging you along as you whine and beg above him.

“Shh…” he warns around your pulsing bundle of nerves. “Or do you want him to hear you?”

“Only you.” You promise, rocking your hips frantically to meet him. “It’s all for you. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop.” He swears, licking away at you like the sweetest lollipop is playing over his tongue.

It’s intrusive and definitely not called upon, but when the picture begins to tumble about in your mind on loop— both of them nestled between your legs at once with those gorgeous mouths of theirs, you’re cumming hard and fast…pouring over his fingers, likely ruining the front of a jumpsuit neither of you can claim ownership of.

Its blissful and for a moment, your soul is robbed from it’s earthly confines, spending a suspended breath ruminating with the universe.

“God damn…” Jake’s winded response scratches out of him as he peeks out from under your skirt, eager to get a look at your flushed face.

He’s covered in you. Glistening and catching the light in your release. “You came everywhere.”

His observation is beyond pleased, but when your eyes slide away, he presses you for answers while still on his knees. “What? Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” You smile, stroking a bead of sweat away from his temple.

“Liar.” He grins lazily, licking the taste of you off his plush lips. “Tell me what got you off so hard.”

It takes a massive amount of charm on his end, but eventually, you admit that you’d been thinking about them both.

The look in his eyes is nothing short of devious when he goes to speak, only to be quieted by a soft knock on the door.

Your eyes meet in panicked anticipation when a familiar voice breeches the wooden barrier. “It isn’t nice to talk about someone behind their back, you know?”

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I’ve only read two of your works so far but omg i LOVE UR WRITING AND I NEED TO REQUEST (if ur taking right now)

Something with Bradley where reader comes home with a bruise from literally just walking into something like its laughable but Bradley Freaks. Out. n its just cute and funny.

idk im so bad with requesting i never do it <3 thanks so much!! Take ur time :33

omg how didn't i see this sooner?? smh im so behind on my inbox y'all..life has been CRAZY in all caps. im gonna tweak this a bit to a situation that lowkey just happened w me and my fiance, i come home from work daily covered in new scratches and bruises and sometimes even cuts and my fiance is always just wigged out about it because "you play with dogs all day how is it this dangerous" and i feel like he reminds me sm of bradley tbh

just a small lil drabble blurb thingy blobber and it kind of sucks im so sorry :(

warnings: mentions of blood, sharp objects, etc..

"WRAP YOU IN BUBBLE WRAP" bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader

A woosh of cold air greets you as you open the door of your condo, a relaxed sigh leaving your lips as set your keys down on the small table in the hallway, kicking off your crocs too as you close the door.

"Honey?" A smile spreads on your face, he's not usually home at this time of day. "It's hot as hell outside, if you don't feel like making dinner and you want to just order something in, i wouldn't be opposed."

"Bradley Bradshaw, that is the sexiest thing that's ever left your face." You respond, making your way to find him. He's manspread on the couch, rested back into the plush cushions with his shirt off, toned abs and chest on full display for you, bronze skin glowing in the glow of the sun pouring in from your fifth story balcony. You jump over the arm of the couch and right into your husbands lap, bringing your lips to his.

He's laughing when you finally pull away from him, hands planted firmly on your hips. "I take it you agree with no cookin-what the hell is that?" His eyes are zeroed in on your hands, splayed out on his chest. For a moment you think he's asking about the golden bits of hair wrapped around the massive stone of your engagement ring, until you remember the band-aids wrapped around two of your fingers. "Baby-"

"Oh, it's a funny story actually, a standard poodle sneezed while i was doing a continental cut on it" By the look on his face, he very clearly did not think that this was a funny story, despite the laughter in your voice. "and i was scissoring around the head when it happened and i took out two of my fingers."

"Honey, did you even clean them?!" He sits up, hands supporting your ass when he sees your sheepish look. "I swear you come home from work with more injuries than should be necessary, you literally work with dogs, babe..people are going to think that your job is more dangerous than mine is..that i send you off to battle or something."

"My job is more dangerous than yours." You argue playfully, legs wrapping around his thick, muscular waist as he stands up from the couch with ease, carrying you through the house with an unpleased expression on his face. He kisses your forehead as he walks, presumably headed for the bathroom. "I run the potential of getting my face bit off or cutting off my fingers every day, or even worse, hurting one of those poor sweet babies."

"Those poor sweet babies," He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he kicks open the bathroom door and uses one of his hands to flick on the light. "send you home to me covered in new bruises, scratches and these almost every single day." He raises your hand up, giving it a pointed look as he clearly eyes the blood seeping around the edge of the poorly applied bandages. He tsks as he starts to unfurl them from you, rummaging in the cabinet behind your head for what you're assuming was wound cleaning supplies, the kind you would typically use on him. "I ought to come up there and stand by your table and give them all what for when they all start acting up, maybe then you'll come home to me all nice and pretty and unharmed, just how you leave me."

"Mmm, all the ladies at work would just love to have a big strong man like you standing around to do all the work we hate doing.." You say, smile perking on your lips again as you watch him work on your fingers, cleaning them with something that makes you hiss before he blows cool air on them, re-wrapping them in clean, properly fitted bandages.

"Mhm, speaking of, how is Brenda? Does she go home to her husband like this too?" You whap his chest with your good hand and he snorts in laughter at you, knowing good and damn well that the woman could be just as clumsy as you, if not worse. "Wonder if he considers wrapping his wife up in bubble wrap too before sending her off."

"I don't think bubble wrap would be very conducive to my working environment."

"I don't think your working environment is conducive to your bodily health."

You both snort out in laughter before kissing each other once more. "I'll go ahead and order dinner, take yourself a shower baby." He says, helping you down off of the counter. "I'm serious about that bubble wrap! Stop coming home to me like this!"

"I can't make any promises!"

[maddiethedogstories]

Babysitting for the Neighbor - 1

This is a story co-written by the amazing @baby-erica! Go check out her amazing blog!

It was another Friday night heading out to the bars after a long week of classes. Mads, a 22-year-old political science major at the local university, lived in a small, crowded house with four of his best friends from college. The house was located in a nice neighborhood near the university. Mads loved his house for a number of reasons. He had great roommates. The layout of the place was perfect for hosting parties. The house was close enough to school, stores, and the local bars he could easily walk anywhere he wanted to go. But, the number one reason Mads loved his house was his neighbors. Or, really, one neighbor in particular--Erica.

Erica was a little older than Mads. She was a second-year doctorial student in the political science department at his school. In that role, she had served as a graduate teaching assistant in a number of Mads classes. Her job included grading assignments, running discussion groups, and providing tutoring and mentorship for undergraduates taking the classes she was assisting in. Mads had been lucky enough to end up in not one, not two, but three discussion groups ran by Erica over the last year and had developed more than a little crush on the beautiful woman.

In Mads' eyes, Erica was the perfect woman. She was mature, intelligent, and worldly in a way he had never experienced. Beyond that, she was gorgeous. At barely five feet tall, Erica had a small frame. However, that frame was accentuated with curves in all of the right places. Everytime Mads saw the slightly older grad student, he couldn't help but sneak a peak at her beautiful breasts or tight, perky ass.

The fact that Erica lived just two doors down from Mads made his crush all the worse. He didn't just get to see his dream woman done up professionally, commanding a room full of undergrads as she schooled them on modern political theory, but he'd often see her in work out gear, out on her daily run, in a vintage band tee and jeans on the way to the store, or even with her hair a mess in her short pajama shorts and an oversized T-shirt as she rushed to get her trash can out before the garbage truck arrived.

But, by far, Mads just for his neighbor and occasional tutor and mentor, peaked on nights like this one. No one would ever accuse Mads of putting too much effort into his appearance when he would trek out to the bars with his friends, looking for a good time and, hopefully, some physical companionship for the night. If the weather was warm, he'd throw on a nice T-shirt or polo, a pair of shorts, and his dressiest flip-flops. If it was cold, he'd replace the shorts with jeans, flip-flops with sneakers, and throw on a jacket.

The same could not be said for Erica. When she went out on the town, she put in WORK, and Mads was all too willing to appreciate the fruits of her labor. Some nights, she would go punk rock, wearing a black tube too with some obscure band's logo across her chest paired with a black leather mini-skirt, studded belt, pink fishnets, and black combat boots. Other nights, she be dressed like a demurrer young woman rushing a respectable sorority. Her hair would be delicately pulled back with a head band while she wore a pink gingham, strapless sundress and cute white sandals. On still other evenings, Erica would be the sexiest hipster Mads has ever seen, her hair hidden beneath a beanie, chunky framed glasses on her face, with a red plaid, button down shirt, tied in a knot between her breasts to show off her cleavage and tight midriff.

Erica's ability to change from style to style, remaining sexy in each, made Erica seem like a real life doll. Someone you could dress up in anything, and it would just seem right.

For Mads, any evening he went out and got a glimpse of his sexy neighbor was a highlight of his week, but tonight was special. As Mad waited for his roommates to join him on the sidewalk outside of his house, Erica walked directly up to him with her friend Sarah, who Mads knew from a few of his study groups in tow.

"Hey Mads! How're you doing tonight? Going out?" the short grad student asked as she walked up to her neighbor, flirtatiously placing a hand on his arm.

"Uh… um… uh… Yeah. I'm going out with my friends," Mads stammered out, suddenly finding his tongue tied. He was trying not to obviously ogle his college instructor, but he couldn't help himself. He had never seen her in this outfit before. She was in a low cut red dress that both barely covered her breasts and accentuated her cleavage. The dresses skirt was cut so short that her panties--or lack thereof--would be obvious at the slightest bend. The dress hugged Erica's curves, perfectly showing off her tight, round ass, shaped from years of careful attention to her fitness. The whole look was tied together with the bright red lipstick covering the grad student's lips, matching the shade of her dress exactly.

Erica giggled and stepped closer to Mads as he stammered his answer, positioning herself so her tall, one-time student would have to look down her dress as he talked to her. She rubbed his bicep gently as she talked.

"Oh yeah? Where are you going? We're heading out to, maybe we'll see you around?" She said, sex seemingly dripping off of every word she spoke. Mads rubbed the corner of his mouth, making sure he wasn't literally drooling over this woman.

"We're just, uh, going out, uh, places? We haven't really picked yet. Maybe we will see you!" Mads replied, his tongue still seemingly knotted up in his mouth.

Erica's friend Sarah rolled her eyes at both her friend's shameless flirting and Mads failure to form an intelligible sentence in response. "Come on, Erica, let's go! I want to get a few drinks in before we start dancing," Sarah said, impatiently grabbing Erica's arm. Sarah then turned to Mads, "Mads, if you want to see us, come to Revi's. We're planning on hitting their dance floor hard tonight."

Mads looked up at Sarah and away from Erica, and it was as if a spell was broken. He shook his head and, suddenly, he was able to remember words again. "Thanks for letting me know, Sarah! Maybe we'll see you there!" Mads responded.

Mads' clarity of thought didn't last long. Erica, her body within inches of Mads', moved her hand from his bicep and lightly grabbed his hip. Like a tsunami, all of the blood rushed out of Mads' brain, directly into his dick.

"We better," Erica said demandingly. She then turned and walked away, gently swaying her ass, clearly showing off for the undergrad.

Mads watched like a statue as the two women walked away, still stunned by Erica's beauty and forwardness. He eventually looked away when Brad and Steve, his companions for the evening, came out of their house. Brad walked up to Mads and slapped him on the shoulder. Gesturing towards Erica and Sarah, he said, approvingly, "Now, that's a woman." Mads nodded his head in agreement.

The next few hours passed quickly. Mads and his friends found themselves hopping from bar to bar, like the did most Friday nights. Nothing of note happened until, finally, they made their way to Revi's.

The combination of time, alcohol, and food conversation had effectively wiped Mads memory of his run-in with his crush earlier in the night. It all came rushing back to him when he walked into Revi's and saw Erica on the dance floor. The beautiful woman was on the dance floor, grinding her ass in time to the music on her taller friend Sarah. Her skin glistened with sweat as she moved her body suggestively one-time to the music. Mads immediately felt himself fill with lust for the diminutive woman again.

Steve slapped Mads back and put his mouth up to his friend's ear so he could be heard over the music. "Dude, you're staring. Let's go get a drink, reset, and, maybe, you can be less creepy and just ask her for a dance."

Mads let himself be dragged away to the bar by his friend, knowing that he would never have the confidence to actually talk to Erica tonight.

Erica, for her part, noticed Mads. She spent the night, much to Sarah's chagrin, carefully positioning herself in Mads' line of sight, doing everything in her power to try and get the young, handsome man to engage with her. Unfortunately for her, Mads just wasn't that courageous. Mads never made his move.

As the night came to an end, Mads found himself sitting at a table alone, chastising himself for not making his move with Erica earlier in the night. As he nursed his drink, Erica's friend Sarah sat down at the table with him.

"Hey Mads," she said friendily.

"Hey Sarah, are you and Erica having a good night?" Mads answered, a little bit of disappointment seeping into his tone.

Sarah couldn't help but roll her eyes at Mads' self-defeating behavior, but she continued to chug along. "So, I've heard from some professors that you occasionally work as a babysitter for them?" She asked.

Mads perked up. He did babysit semi-regularly to make some easy cash.

"Yeah, I do from time to time, why?" He asked.

"Well," Sarah said, taking a long sip of her drink, "It turns out Erica needs a babysitter tomorrow night. She's in the bathroom now, but I told you I'd give you her number in case you were interested."

It struck Mads as odd that Erica would need a babysitter. He had lived two doors down from her for almost a year now and had never seen a kid there before. However, there were a number of explanations for why she might need a babysitter, and he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Sure, I'd love to take the job. Just give me the number," Mads responded.

Sarah let out a big sigh of relief. "Good," she said.

Sarah expertly put Erica's number in Mads' phone and the night quickly wound down from there. Mads went home and went to bed. His dreams were filled images of red dresses and lips.

NEXT CHAPTER

[pinkplaidmoonshine]

(Ballister doesn’t get framed AU. Needed to write this for mental health purposes. A little suggestive nsfw-ish and nightmares under the cut.)

“Let a new era of heroes begin with you.”

Ballister bowed his head again as the sword was slipped back into his hands. He put it back in its sheath where it belonged. Ballister smiled and nodded to the Queen as he stood. He went to stand in his spot beside Ambrosius. For a moment, he wanted to kiss his boyfriend in front of the whole kingdom, but held himself back. That felt like the kind of grand gesture that should be talked about beforehand. He felt something touch his hand and glanced down to see Ambrosius gently weaving their fingers together. For a moment he thought he might cry at such a simple action during a huge event where anyone and everyone could see. A descendant of Gloreth holding the hand of a commoner… no, he was holding the hand of a knight.

“I told you they’d love you,” Ambrosius whispered.

They smiled at each other for a moment before turning back to pay attention to the rest of the ceremony. Their hands staid linked until the very end.

Laughter rang out as Ambrosius tackled him to the bed. He was already nipping at Ballister’s throat and pulling at his shirt.

“Darling! Darling, wait—“

“But I want to make love to the sexiest hero of the realm!” His lover pouted.

“The honor is all mine, trust me,” Ballister said through his laughter. “But there’s something I need to do first.”

Ambrosius got up and sat on his knees, waiting patiently for whatever Ballister was going to do.

“It isn’t much,” Ballister said, taking something from his bedside drawer. He sat up, gripping something in his hand. “But I made them for us using metal from some of our old armor.”

He opened his fist and showed him two rings. One was black with a band of gold running through the middle, the other gold with black.

“Bal?” Ambrosius’ voice was shaking.

“Will you marry me?” Ballister asked, looking up at him with hopeful brown eyes.

Ambrosius kissed him and tackled him to the bed again.

“Was that a yes?”

“Yes! Of course it’s a yes!” Ambrosius said through the strange mixture of tears and laughter.

They wiped the happy tears away and put the rings on each other. This was followed by even more happy tears and sweet kisses that lead to… well…

~*~

Ballister was still shaking and sweaty in Ambrosius’s arms. His breath was slowing down from the swift, short panting that had echoed each thrust from his lover.

“I love you,” was whispered in his ear.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back.

~*~

Ballister woke up gasping for breath. His body involuntarily gave a violent jerk waking up Ambrosius, too.

“Bal? Bal, are you okay?”

He loosened his grip and ran a soothing hand over Ballister’s right arm, the dark skin warm under his fingers.

Ballister nodded, a little shaky. He wasn’t a stranger to nightmares, but this one felt different. It was like he could truly feel the pain of having an arm severed from his body. He raised his right hand to his face and opened and closed it in front of his eyes, trying to convince himself it was still flesh and bone.

Ambrosius nuzzled the side of his neck and kissed just behind his ear in an effort to soothe his new fiancé.

“It wasn’t real,” Ambrosius whispered against his neck. “You’re okay. You’re safe with me.”

Yes. He was safe with Ambrosius. Why would his sleeping mind ever tell him otherwise? His love would never do such a thing…

Ballister nodded. “Y-yeah. Just a dream.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, just…just hold me.”

“I’m already holding you,” a soft chuckle in his voice.

“Tighter. Please.”

Ambrosius did as he was told, curling against Ballister’s back. Soon they fell asleep again, the dream fading from Ballister’s memory before morning.

[i-wont-run-this-time]

Cold is the night. Lonely till dawn. Cry for the light. For the love that won't come.

Summary:

Reader sees Eddie and immediately wants to see him again ...

1,833 words

TW// 18+

Author's notes :

English is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

There he was. She had seen him several times at this same dive bar and hoped he’d be there tonight. She didn’t even know his last name, but something about Eddie was pulling her to him. She was too shy to introduce herself. She knew he probably wouldn’t even glance over her, but she still dressed in her sexiest clothes. He didn’t seem to be the type of guy who’d like her. Being a fat girl in this hell of a state was brutal. She was used to the rejection at this point. She even stopped looking at guys at all. He made her disobey that rule she had for herself. 

The first time she saw him was a month ago. She came to Hawkins, Indiana with two of her friends. They were looking for new conquests. They heard from a colleague that some guys were hot and easy to get in this small town. She joined them to keep an eye on them. They could be easily distracted when cute guys were around. She didn’t want them to get into any trouble, even though it wouldn’t be the first time she’d need to get involved. That night Eddie’s band was playing. Their gig was finishing as they got into the bar. She only saw him slide his guitar off his shoulder and it took her breath away. He was the most beautiful man she ever saw. Her friends pulled her into the back of the bar to a table and all night she would try to steal glances at him. He was drinking with his bandmates on the opposite side. He was making overdramatic gestures to them, making them laugh. He was full of energy, she had to control herself to make sure she wouldn’t just stare at him all night. He never looked her way. Not once. 

The following week they went to the same bar, her request despite her friends' complaints that it wasn’t that great. She insisted on getting there earlier. Hoping they would catch the band. They got there in time to see the last three songs of their set. Her friends weren’t into metal and went straight to the same table as the previous week. She sat facing the stage. Her attention was dedicated solely to him. She was mesmerized by the way his hands were picking the strings on his guitar. His stage presence was too big for such a small venue. He was meant to be on stage. His long brown hair was bouncing, following his every move. Before the last song of their set, they introduced every band member. Eddie. She learned his name that night. When they left the stage she groaned. Her friends took notice and thought she was bored of this bar. They insisted on leaving and she didn’t know how to convince them to stay in that bar. She went to the bathroom to buy some time. She wanted to see him before she left, he was probably in the back with his band. As soon as she got out her friends circled her and they walked out of the bar. She was about to protest when she saw him. He was standing near the door, his back to the wall, a cigarette in his mouth. He was looking at the sky. He was smiling. She had never seen him so close and her heart started beating faster when her shoulder barely rubbed his arm. She didn’t dare look back at him. 

The week after that was harder to convince her friends to go to the same bar for the third time. They were confused as to why she was even suggesting it in the first place. She decided to admit some of the truth to them, that she wanted to see the band. They finally sighted and agreed to see the band, but to leave right after it to get to another bar. She was very excited to get to see him play again. She took the time to do her makeup and her hair. She knew it was silly, she wasn’t even gonna talk to him, but she wanted to look at her best just in case he’d look at her. When they got to the bar they were so early that the band wasn’t on the stage yet. They sat at their usual table and her friends started scouting the area for guys to hit on. It wasn’t very crowded so the exercise took less than a minute. Finally, a man made his entrance on the stage and announced the band. She had to put a hand to her mouth to make sure the sound wasn’t heard. The band playing wasn’t Corroded Coffin. Her friends were thrilled to be able to leave the bar early. They went to another bar, the one where they finished the night the week prior. She was miserably bored until her friends came back with two boys. They were invited to a party and asked them to go. She knew she wasn’t part of their plan but she was a package deal, she came with her friends. They made their way to the house of someone named Steve. The two boys who were not subtle with their flirting kept making themself look cooler than this Harrington, he used to be a popular kid and now he was a loser working at a video store. She liked movies and the clerks at her local video store were her friends. She was already liking this Harrington. The house was in the woods, had a pool and she knew this dude was rich. They got inside where music was playing loudly, pop music, she rolled her eyes. Her friends already disappeared with the two jerks. Her night was about to be long. She heard laughter and she followed it. Three people were talking in the kitchen and laughing. One had luscious hair, one was younger and was wearing a cap, and the other was Eddie. They heard her and stopped talking to look at her. It was the first time Eddie was looking at her directly and she nearly collapsed. The guy with the hair opened his mouth to talk but one of her friends got to her before anyone could talk. Their other friend was in trouble. Thankfully the rescue mission was easy and it was all a misunderstanding but it was enough to convince them to leave. She was disappointed to go but she knew she’d feel better knowing her friends were safe. 

Her heart was broken when her friends decided to take a week off their adventures to Hawkins. She considered leaving alone but chickened out. She spent her time mopping in her room reading romance novels and listening to metal records. Her friends kept asking her what was wrong but she blamed her period. How could she tell them that she was having feelings for a man she never talked to? 

That brings us to now. She was hoping his band would be playing again. When her friends told them they had a date with the guys from the party at the dive bar she nearly cried of joy. She bought new clothes for the occasion. She knew their visits to the town wouldn’t happen often once college would start again so she had to try. After doing her hair and makeup her friends whistled and told her how hot she looked. Hopefully they weren’t lying. She was feeling more confident than ever. When they got into the bar she saw the jerks from the party right away. Her friends squealed as they hugged them. She looked around to look at the crowd and spotted the two guys who were talking with Eddie at the party. Her hope got up. Maybe he would really be there tonight. The first notes hit her in the guts and there he was. 

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There she was. He had seen her a few times before. Only in glances. She was at this bar watching his set and watching him. He could see her watching him, from the corner of his eyes, as he was talking with his bandmates. She even was at Harrington’s party. He never got her name, he asked around but no one knew, not even Steve and it was his party. The previous week he looked for her in the venue but she was nowhere to be seen. His bandmates and friends were laughing at him, saying he was looking for a ghost, an imaginary girlfriend. He knew she was real, Steve and Dustin had seen her too. HIs brain wouldn’t be able to imagine someone like her. She was beautiful. Her smile was contagious, she was always with her two same friends. He never saw her talk to other people than them. Tonight she was standing next to some asshole who was in the basketball team back in high school. He was hoping she wasn’t with one of them. She deserved better than these jerks. He wouldn’t let his chance pass this time, he knew she wasn’t from Hawkins and he didn’t want to risk to never see her again. When his set was over he went backstage quickly before heading back into the bar. He found her sitting at her usual table around her friends, the jerks nowhere to be found. Her eyes grew wide as he got closer to the table. It was now or never. 

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He was walking straight to their table, she was panicking inside, she was thinking about running out of there but with her poor abilities, she was sure she’d fall over and humiliate herself. “Good evening, ladies, I hope you liked the show.” His smug smile made her stomach turn. How could someone be so pretty? Her friends smiled at him politely and replied a vague answer, they were lying, they hated metal. Eddie never looked at them, he was looking at her. His eyes pierced her skin. She wasn’t able to look into his eyes, afraid she would drown in them. His big brown eyes were too inviting to risk it. “What about you, pretty?” 

Pretty? Was he talking to her? She dared look at him,his smile was contagious. “Me?” She asked, incredulous. He laughed softly. “Of course you. I was hoping I’d see you again. You made quite the impression at the party you know.” Did he notice her? “I did?” He laughed again. “Do you always answers in questions?” She blushed. He would think she was stupid now. Why wasn’t she able to be her usual self around him? He seemed to turn off all her brain cells. “I’m just messing with you. Do you want a drink?” She nodded. He offered his hand, and before she took it, she looked at her friends to make sure they were ok with it. They were smiling wide and made gestures for her to leave. She laughed and put her hand in his. 

[greazyfloz]

umich smut. anyone u want

Truth or Dare

w/ Mark Estapa

Word count: 1.0k

Earlier today Mark invited me over to hang out with him and the guys and watch a movie. I don’t know how this happened but I am now sitting here with a Mark both of us very intoxicated playing truth or dare. Mark and I have been friends since he came to UMich. The boys always told me he had a little crush on me but I was dating someone on the football team up until a two months ago when he thought Mark and I were too close. 

  “So, Y/n” Mark slurs his words a bit, “truth or dare?” some of the boys come back in and sit on the couch and just watch Mark and I play truth or dare for their entertainment. “Truth” I reply. “Okay, Why did you and your boyfriend break up”, “Because of you” I laugh, all the boys looking around at each other with wide eyes. “Okay my next question-” Mark starts, “No, It’s my turn” I start, “Truth or dare, Mark?”, “Dare”, “I dare you to text the sexiest person in your phone that you are horny”, “I mean I could just tell her to her face” he says making me blush a bit, “O-okay” I say, “Y/n, I’m horny” Mark says taking a sip from his beer, the guys all laughing at this interaction. “Thanks” I say with a red face giggling, “Your turn”. “Truth or Dare”, “Truth”, “No, you picked that last time!”, “Fine, Dare” “I dare you to take your shirt off” Mark says, the guys all look at each other with wide eyes again. I took my shirt off leaving me in my red push up bra. “Truth or dare Mark” “Truth”, “Are you horny right now?”, “Yes” Mark answers quickly

And with that the rest of the boys were gone. One the way out of the room we got a couple ‘Be Safe’s and ‘Have Fun’s before mark and I were completely alone. “Truth or Dare Y/n”, “Dare”, Mark jumps up and pulls a chair up to sit on “Give me a lap dance” he smirks at me. I crawl over on the floor making my way over to Mark on the chair across the room before standing up in front of him and turning around so I can slowly pull down my pants while bending slightly so he has a good view of my ass, “nice” mark says as I pull my pants down the rest of the way, Once they are off I shake my ass a little before turning and facing mark. Mark is reaching down trying to adjust himself before I slap his hand away and signal him to take off his shirt which he does instantly. I then push his legs apart, turn back around and bend down so I can grind up against the bulge growing inside of Mark’s pants. I turned around bringing marks legs back together so I can sit on his lap. I lean in and whisper in his ear “Truth or dare Mark” as seductively as possible. “D-dare” he studdered back, “I dare you to fuck me” I say stepping off to the side allowing mark to get up. 

Mark gets up, and pick me up bridal style and stumbles a bit because of the alcohol before finally making it to his room. He sets me down on his bed then backs up to take his pants off, at the same time, I take my bra and underwear off and walk over to mark finally pressing a kiss to his lips, we begin to make out as a tug on the band of his boxers, allowing his cock to freely rub up against my stomach as the kiss becomes deeper and deeper, “Get on your knees” Mark says, I smirk going down and facing his hard cock. I take it in my hand and lick from to bottom all the way to the tip before leaving a gently kiss on the tip of his cock. “No t-teasing” Mark says, I obey by taking mark into my mouth bobbling my head slowly back and forth, I pull him out of my mouth and Mark looks down at me “Can I fuck your face?”, “Yes” I say as mark lined himself up and grabbed a fist full of hair as he sunk his dick deep in back and forth quickly, resulting in some tears forming in my eyes, he pulled out and I stood up crashing our lips together again, Mark plunged two fingers deep inside me “Fuck, mark!” I yelp as he curls his fingers. “You’re so wet, fuck y/n. So hot” he whispers in my ear as his finger curl fast inside of me, “Who made you think wet?” mark says, “You, M-mark!” I whimper, “I’m about to cum!” I say as mark takes his fingers out and pushes me down on the bed, 

“Not yet, I wanna taste you while you cum in my mouth”, Mark then kisses my clit then licks fast up and down before entering with his tongue. “I’m cumming” I say as I release myself in his mouth. Mark suck on my clit for a few seconds until he puts his fingers back inside me before bringing them up to my lips, “Taste” he says. I open my mouth and suck his three fingers like it is cock. Taking them in and out, “Fuck you are so hot, y/n”. I presses his lips on mine then pulls away to say “I wanna feel you wrapped around my cock”, I whimper as his mouth made its way to my nipples sucking the slightly biting them. “Ugh, Mark fuck me please”, Mark gets up to grab a condom and rolls it on his shaft and he lines himself up and without warning pushes himself in. “Fuck!” i whimper, Mark pounds into my slowly but hard. His grunting in my ear results in more whimpers from me. “I’m about to cum again, fuck!” I say as Mark starts to get sloppier, “Okay me too” We both finish around the same time. Mark gets up and throws the condom out before coming back to bed. He realizes that I fell asleep, so he walks around the other side of the bed climbing under the sheets and pulls me in close where he fell asleep while holding me in his arms.

[gooch-cancer]

Steven Meeks x (GN!) Piano Player! Reader

In which: You are a church pianist for the Welton church whose gentle melodies caught the attention of Steven Meeks.

A/N: The demon is still in me unfortunately so I'm currently writing this only a couple of hours after the first chapter. However I have band camp because I for some reason chose bass clarinet over a social life. Anyway that means I'll be too busy to add more chapters consistently, can't thank yall enough for the love on the first chapter:

Chapter 2:

That Wednesday night was all that Steven could think about. It was only about three days ,but to him it might as well have been three years. The light was dim in the dining hall as Steven scarfed down his meal, trying desperately to finish soon so he could go to chapel. His friend Neil furrowed his eyebrows at his friends odd change of behavior, "Everything alright Meeks?" he questioned before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. Steven wiped his mouth and nodded furiously, "Yeah- yeah everything's fine why wouldn't it be?"

Neil just shook his head and continued eating ,but Charlie butted in, "He's got a crush..." he sung while giggling like a little schoolgirl. Steven choked on his water, his face turning red while coughing profusely. This just made Charlie laugh harder. Neil looked at the two with wide eyes, "Woah wait really? Who is it?" Steven put his hand up the other covering his mouth with a napkin.

He shook his head and cleared his throat, his face still red, "N-no one..." he choked out. Charlie shook his head and turned to Neil, "You remember that person that played piano for chapel this past Sunday?" Neil nodded his head. "Well you would've thought Meeks was seeing Helen of Troy herself the way he looked at them. Isn't that right Pitts?" He nudged Pitts with his elbow and he nodded, confirming Charlie's story.

Neil turned back to Steven, "Meeks you have to talk to them..." Steven looked at him like he'd been struck, "Are you insane?" he shook his head, "I already tried and they for sure thinks I'm just some...I don't even know," Pitts decided to pipe up in response, "Listen,if Knox can somehow get Chris,then you can get the pianist...Carpe Diem Meeks," He pointed at him with his fork to accentuate his point. Steven sighed and put his elbow on the table, resting his head on his hand. He had a dreamy far off look in his eye as he thought about you, how beautiful and graceful you were.

He put his arms back down to his side and his hands on his lap, "Perhaps you're right," he mumbled. Neil clapped his hands together, "Alright, we'll sit in the front to make sure you have a clear view and we'll get out of your hair after service so you can talk to them," Neil prattled off excitedly, he was always happy to help a friend and it certainly helped that he adored romance. The beauty and poetry that comes from such a fickle thing fascinated him. Meeks could see Todd in the corner of his eye admiring Neil whilst he spoke. Steven nodded and smiled, the first time he did since this conversation, "Yeah...yeah I will! I'll talk to them,"

Neil put his hand on Meeks's shoulder, "Good man!" Steven gave a small laugh, Neil always seemed to have that effect on people. The cafeteria was suddenly silent as Mr.Nolan stood up and cleared his throat, "Gentlemen," he called out, "Now is the time for chapel, I expect you all in that building in 5 minutes, you have been dismissed," The group shot Steven various giggles and smiles because they all knew what that meant for him. He straightened his uniform and tightened his tie, "How do I look?" he said to Charlie. Charlie chuckled, "Like the sexiest man alive,"

Steven gave him the biggest grin and sauntered out of the room and into the drafty air of outside. The group followed closely behind him, lost in their own conversations, but he couldn't hear them. He was completely absorbed by you, infatuated even. As they approached the chapel they all squeezed into the very front pew, Steven in the middle between Charlie and Neil. With almost perfect view of the piano, your piano. An almost deja vu hush fell amongst the boys as the headmaster walked in with you beside him. This time you were in more casual clothing, unlike the dressed up outfit from Sunday.

You sat onto the bench again but this time you turned toward the front pew looking straight at him. You smiled and gave him a small wave and he returned the favor. Neil gave Meeks the biggest smile as he nudged his shoulder, but he kept on looking at you a small smile on his bright red face. Mr.Nolan looked at the boys disapproval on his face as he cleared his throat, "Please...I would you like you to turn to page 478, 'Just as I Am," Steven sang lively, his eyes never leaving you as your nimble fingers pranced along the keys. The piano was an old thing, its sound echoey and there was a key broken. You somehow were able to play lovely nonetheless or maybe he was just biased.

As Mr.Nolan spoke, something about the purity of childhood, Neil leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What're you gonna tell them?" Steven looked at him, confused,"I- I have no clue," This was true. It took him so long to gather up confidence that he completely forgot about the second part, actually talking to you. Neil snickered a bit, "Compliment their eyes or their hair, things like that," Steven widened his eyes, "I can't say something like that!," Charlie leaned forward to join in, "No see you gotta ask them questions about themself, people love talking about themselves," Neil frowned for a second but nodded his head, "Charlie actually has a point here-"

Mr.Nolan interrupted, "Gentlemen!" he boomed, all three boys immediately stopped speaking and looked up at him, "Is there something you'd like to share or perhaps you'd like a couple of demerits?" You turned around and looked at them, worry etched on your face. Charlie looked up at him a smile on his face, "Of course Mr.Nolan, my good friend Neil here was just wondering what verse we were at," He looked over at you and wiggled his eyebrows. You put a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

Mr.Nolan sighed and shook his head, "It's 1 Corinthians 15:42, Mr.Perry next time please pay better attention," Neil shot Charlie a glare before turning back to Mr.Nolan and nodding, a 'yes sir' on his lips. You turned back to your piano and began to prepare for the next song. Besides that small hiccup, the rest of the sermon was smooth except for Steven's growing pit of despair in his stomach. As the night ended and everyone piled out, the chapel was empty save for you and Meeks. You walked over to him and smiled, sitting beside him on the pew. He looked over at you, "Hello..." his voice was timid. "Hi, you're uh Steven? Right?" you greeted, your beautiful smile never leaving your face. He nodded, "Y-yeah..."

"I heard your voice today," you said initiating the conversation, "you didn't sound bad, are you in the choir?" Steven shook his head ,"Oh um no- no. Welton doesn't have a choir," You tilted your head in confusion, "No?" He shook his head confirming your answer. You hummed in thought, "How odd...does your school not promote the arts at all?" Steven scoffed, "God no...they're obsessed with the mentality of molding young boys into men, we don't even have a band," You laughed at the thought, "Huh, no wonder they needed someone else to play piano. Though I'm sure a lot of you have talent that must be nurtured," Steven perked up at this, his confidence slowly growing, "Yeah! Me and Pitts are building a hi-fi system,"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, "Oh, that's fascinating that's like a radio right?" He chuckled and adjusted his glasses, "Sort of but really-" He was suddenly cut off by the sound of a throat clearing. You both turned your bodies toward the source of the noise to be met by Mr.Keating. He smiled kindly at the two of you, "Mr.Meeks, I must say this is a surprise to me but you two must leave before Mr.Nolan gets back. I wouldn't want your friend here to get in trouble," He nodded towards you, "I'm sure you're lovely and I'm sorry to ask you to leave,"

You nodded and grabbed your songbook, "Yes sir I'm sorry sir," you repeated like a mantra while heading out, your face heating up from embarrassment. Mr.Keating sighed and walked back toward Steven, putting a hand on his shoulder, "'At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet', can you tell me who said that Mr.Meeks?" Steven looked up at Mr.Keating, a sad expression on his face from missing you, "That was Euripides sir," Keating nodded looking down at him with great pride on his face, "Excellent, I expect great work from you this coming Friday,"

He patted Meeks shoulder and walked out of the Chapel, whistling some old sea shanty.

[metallicaislife]

New Sensations

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 509

Warnings: oral(f receiving), fingering, a bite

The air of the bar was heady. I watched intently as my boyfriend of just a short while shredded his bass on stage.

I’ve been friends with Rob for ages, but recently we decided to be more. The chemistry between us was insane, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been attracted to him since we met. 

Our eyes met and he winked at me, sending shockwaves down my spine. 

After his band's set, we sat around and had a couple beers with his friends. He drew soft shapes on my thighs making it nearly impossible to focus on any of the conversation. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Rob asked softly in my ear. I nodded. “Good night guys, we’ll see ya around.” Rob said and I waved to his friends. 

My place was a short walk from the bar so we made our way there hand in hand. The tension between us was palpable. 

I barely opened the door and let us in before I was pinned to the door with Rob kissing me hungrily. 

Clothes were strewn across my apartment haphazardly. I laid on my bed, Rob on top of me. He began kissing down my body. As he got lower I tried pulling his attention back up but he was a man on a mission as he bit down and then lapped at my thigh. I moaned and he kissed higher and higher.

“Wait, wait.” I said and he paused immediately, our eyes met.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked. 

“I, um, you don’t have to go down on me.” I said, a deep blush on my cheeks. 

“I want to.” He replied, his pupils were blown. There was a small pause before he continued, “Has anyone ever eaten you?” He asked and I shook my head. “Their fucking loss.” He said and resumed his kisses up my thigh.

I gasped at the feeling of his tongue on my cunt. He licked from my entrance to my clit and repeated that a few times before sucking on my clit. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed.

“If I’m not careful, I could get addicted to the taste of you.” He growled before spearing me with his tongue. I whined and my hand found its way to his hair gripping tightly. 

He removed his tongue and resumed sucking my clit as he penetrated me with two fingers. I can attest bassists know exactly what to do with their hands. 

The coil in my belly snapped and I came with a loud moan. Rob continued to lap at my pussy. I squirmed against him in a blissful haze. Rob finally removed his mouth from my pussy and made his way back up before kissing me. The taste of myself on his lips was one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. 

“I think that’s my new favorite pastime. The sounds you make are music to my ears, baby.” Rob mumbled as he marked my neck.

I think it’s my new favorite pastime too.

Thank you for reading! Requests are closed but feel free to chat :)

-Isa

[dabislilbaby]

Look In The Mirror

Bakugo X f!Reader Smut

A/N: Chubby/Thick reader with a soft husband Bakugo

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, creampie, established relationship, HEAVEY praise kink, public sex, oral (f receiving), slight choking, mirror sex, fingering, male masturbation, body worship, bakugo low-key being pussy whipped, reader being insecure about her size

Word Count: 1.9k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili

This was the 5th dress you'd tried on. You stared at yourself in the wall-to-wall mirror in the large dressing room, your husband sitting on a chair right behind you scrolling through his phone aimlessly. "Baby." You called, and he grunted in response. "Can you help me with the zipper?" He looked up and set his phone down on the little side table before standing from his chair. He took just two steps to get behind you, putting a warm hand on your hip while the other slid the zipper up your back. You looked yourself over in the mirror. "What do you think of this one?" His eyes scanned over your body. The way the smooth fabric hugged your curves, and your doughy thigh peeked thru the slit at the bottom. He sighed. "You look gorgeous, just like you did in the last 4 dresses you tried on." You grunted and grabbed onto the price tag that hung from your chest. "It's Expensive." You started, making eye contact with him in the mirror. "So?"

"So that's a lot of money!" You whined, turning so you were now facing him. "So what? You know damn well we both make enough money to afford whatever the hell we want." You didn't actually care about how much the dress costs, it was just an excuse to avoid telling him the real reason you hated every dress you've tried on today. "What's this really about huh? You just like bein a brat or somethin?" He teased, tilting his head and leaning down to be a bit closer to your height. You turned away from him, frustrated, continuing to study your own reflection. He turned his attention back to the mirror and watched you turn your body every which way. "I just... Don't like the way it looks on me." You admitted, sighing in defeat.

"What don't you like about it?" You paused before you finally confessed. "My stomach is showing too much." You sounded disappointed. His eyes darted to your belly, staring at the way it seemed to protrude on the fabric a bit. "That's what you're worried about?" He questioned. "Come here." He said, putting both his hands on your hips and pulling you flush against him. He rested his chin on your shoulder and looked you over in the mirror once again. Your eyes were glued to the floor but he quickly got your attention when he squeezed your stomach. Your face burned with embarrassment. "Katsuki! Don't do that..."

"Why not?" He kissed your shoulder. "You're my wife. Last time I checked, I can touch any part of you that I want to." His hands slid up to your breasts and cupped them in his large hands, kneading them like dough. "You're gorgeous, teddy bear." He kissed your neck. "Sexiest woman I know." He chuckled, kissing you again right below your ear lobe and you smiled. "That little belly of yours does nothing but add to your beauty, do you understand me?" You hesitated for a second before nodding your head. He sighed. "Mm, I don't think you do."

You felt the dress loosen as the zipper was slowly pulled open. He slipped it over your shoulders and watched as your breasts spilled free. No bra, of course. He peeled the fabric over your hips until it finally hit the floor at your feet. "Look in the mirror." He instructed, and your eyes darted to your own face. "Now take those pretty eyes and follow my hands." You fixed your gaze on his fingers when they trailed your thighs, hooking into the waist band of your panties when he gripped your hips. He squeezed your doughy love handles and then grabbed two handfuls of your belly. He rubbed his thumbs over your soft skin and then came to cup your breasts once again. He full palm squeezed them with your nipples poking through his fingers as they spilled out of any available open space.

He leaned down, feeling his warm breath on your ear and he whispered. "Your body is perfect, baby." One of his fingers tweaked your nipple and you let out a small noise, squeezing your thighs together. The way he was touching you was making your whole body burn and giving you goosebumps. He kissed your neck again, this time sucking a hickey onto the skin. You whimpered at the feeling and he chuckled, raising his hand to your neck. "Sounds like my pretty girl wants to get fucked in this public dressing room." His voice was dark and sultry as he began to lightly squeeze your neck. "Hm? Is that what you want teddy bear?" He teased, pressing his hips against your ass so you could feel that he wanted it too.

"Yes please~" You whined and his dick throbbed at the sound of your needy voice. "Fuck..." He whispered under his breath. He grabbed your face in his left hand and turned your head to kiss you, his other was still squeezing tight on your neck while his tongue pushed past your lips. He used his knee to part your legs as he snaked his hand between your thighs and inside the thin fabric of your panties. He ran his calloused fingers over your clit and slid them through your soaking folds. He then pushed not one, but two fingers inside your core all at once and you moaned into his mouth from the tight fit. He squeezed your neck tighter and he curled his fingers into you, biting on your bottom lip while your walls fluttered around him. He pulled his fingers from your core, breaking your kiss as he tasted you. You watched his tongue lick your juices off his fingers and you couldn't help but get flustered.

He took one step back and sat back down in his chair, grabbing your arm and pulling u with him until you were standing with his knees between your legs. He held his hands on the back of your thighs and pulled you closer, kissing your soft skin around your panty line. He hooked one finger in them and pulled them to the side, licking his lips at the sight. "So fuckin pretty." He mumbled before placing a gentle kiss on your clit.

He palmed himself through his jeans with one hand while the other kept your panties pulled to the side. He licked up your folds with a flat tongue and drew circles on your sensitive bud before closing his entire month around you. "Oh fuck~" You moaned under your breath. He stared up at you with those lust-filled vermilion eyes from between your legs and it made your knees weak. You heard the button on his jeans pop and the sound of his zipper come undone. Soon his hard length spilled free from the confines of the tight fabric, twitching and dripping precum. Nothing made your husband hornier than tasting your pretty pussy.

You ran your fingers thru his spikey blonde hair while his tongue pushed inside your tight entrance. He began stroking his length to the sound of your pretty moans while you buried his face deeper into your sopping wet heat. His tongue felt so good the way he sucked on your clit. He closed his eyes and groaned against you, salivating and stroking himself more. You grinded your hips against his mouth and threw your head back. He absolutely loved watching you like this. Cheeks red with your brows furrowed, all the little moans and whimpers that slip past your lips every time the tip of his tongue pokes at your gummy walls. Your pretty eyes staring back at his while he drips precum onto the floor. Fuck you were so damn perfect to him.

He kept working you up with his sloppy movements until he felt the pulse in your clit and you started to come undone. The hand you had softly gripping his hair was now pulling tight on his blonde locks, your thighs closed on his head a bit and your knees shook with pleasure. Once you let go, he pulled his tongue from you and turned you back towards the mirror. He grabbed your hips and sat you down on his lap, legs spread wide open his and dick standing up straight in front of your pussy.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror teddy bear, can you do that for me?" He asked, rubbing his tip at your entrance. You whined and nodded your head. "Good girl, keep your eyes forward." He pushed into your slowly and you moaned out his name. Your eyes were trained on your reflection just like he asked, right at the spot where the two of you were connected. He gripped tight on your love handles as he guided your hips down his length. You both watched the way your tits bounced with every thrust and the shock wave in your thighs every time you ass hit his hips. You squeezed your eyes shut in pleasure but your mistake was quickly corrected. "I said eyes open pretty girl. Don't look away."

You opened them and again fixed your gaze on the veins of his dick slamming into you again and again. You were a whimpering mess at this point and the heavy breaths from your husband behind you were quickly turning into uncontrollable moans. "Fuck- just look at you. So gorgeous the way you fuck yourself on my cock like that."

You were now the one doing most of the moving while he leaned his head back, grunting loud every time you landed down on him. "Just like that baby, keep going. Doing so good for me pretty girl. God you take my dick so well." He continued to babble praises as you felt him start to pulse inside you. He immediately gripped tight on your hips again and started fucking up into you faster, chasing his orgasm and abusing your g-spot. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck~" you cried out, squeezing onto his arms as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. One of his arms wrapped around your torso and took a handful of your breasts, squeezing hard as you felt your climax hit. You whimpered out a pained cry of pleasure and your walls gripped him tight. He cursed under his breath as he began emptying himself inside of you, one stream after another of hot, sticky cum. He continued to fuck you through you high, pushing his cum deeper inside of you until you were trembling above him.

He finally slowed to a stop, breathing heavily before carefully lifting you off of his length and sitting you back down on his lap. He pulled your panties back over so the cum wouldn't drip out of you, silently telling you that you'd walk around the rest of the day like that. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. "Now go try the next dress on, and I don't wanna hear another word from you about your stomach showing too much, got it?" You nodded and stood, knees still feeling a bit weak. He tucked himself back in his jeans and just sat and watched as you grabbed the next dress, slipping it over your thick curves and asking for his help with the zipper.

~

He bought you all 5 dresses you'd tried on before, and the next 3 you tried on after because he did indeed think you looked absolutely gorgeous in every single one.

[foxydivaxx]

Idol Sanji AU Headcanons

- Sanji is a member of famous boy band Aogiri. (A combo of Exo and BTS xD)

- Sanji is one of the lead vocalists and rappers of the group

- His character in One Piece is an affectionate parody of his real life self as it is a well known fact that Sanji is a bit of a pervert and flirt and a ladies man.

- Sanji is one of the sexiest members of Aogiri and actually won Sexiest Man Alive 3 times. Whenever he wins, the rest of Aogiri rejoice because they want him to get that love and attention

- The One Piece cast consider Sanji as the sexiest cast member

- Sanji loves Zoro so much and wants him to always know that

- A lot of men have admitted to having a crush on him, something he finds cute

- He and his siblings actually get along in real life compared to their characters but they all hate their father for being a jerk and ran away from home.

- It was Sanji’s fame that got the other Vinsmoke kids enough money to take care of themselves and jobs in the industry. Yonji is an actor and rapper, Ichiji is a famous DJ, Niji is a music producer, rapper and songwriter and actually produces all of Sanji’s solo work and Reiju is a model and actress and she occasionally sings and she can rap too. Everyone can rap and sing in this family

- The Vinsmoke kids lived with their uncle Zeff who helped them kickstart their careers

- Sanji’s playboy antics is as a result of getting his heart broken by Pudding and a lot of his ex girlfriends whom either dumped him or cheated on him or both years ago. He became the bad boy that he is now as a form of revenge to every single damn bitch that dared to break his heart. A lot of his songs talk about this a lot.

- Speaking of Pudding, she tried to beg him to come back to her but Sanji refused. Not just her, a lot of his exes tried to beg him. Now he is a cold-hearted bastard. Or so he thinks. He sleeps around so that no one would dare break his heart. Yet he is in love with two guys

- He loves strip clubs and often hangs out there and often has sex there

- He lost his virginity when he was 14 which is why he is wild

- His bickering with Zoro is his way of flirting with him because he overheard a conversation Zoro had with Nami where he said he liked his men feisty

- Every single Sanji music video always has a scene with Sanji smoking a cigarette. Fans find it sexy when he does that and so he puts it there

- He always panics whenever Natsu devours most of the food in the fridge because that reminds him of Luffy a lot

- He has been singing and dancing since he was 3. He started rapping when he was 10. Thank Ichiji and Niji for that. His rapping skills was ironically what landed him a spot on Aogiri in the first place because he looks innocent but when he opens his mouth and spits, he goes gangster on everyone.

- The rest of the One Piece cast are shocked whenever they listen to Sanji’s music because Sanji is a sweet guy yet there he is spitting the most explicit, sexual lyrics. As if that is not enough, he often touches himself whenever he dances and does the most erotic dance moves and his music videos are considered low key porn by many people

- His sexiest video saw him covered in diamonds and he was naked (Britney Spears toxic)

- Another sexy video shows him dancing with a strip pole. That video gave Zoro nosebleeds

- He has two songs dedicated to him rapping about his ass. Zoro listens to those songs often wondering what goes through Sanji’s mind due to how graphic and explicit his lyrics are.

-There is another song about ass that is actually Donflamingo’s song but Sanji got featured in it. The video shows Sanji literally shaking his ass and twerking his ass against Donflamingo’s crotch. A lot of the male One Piece cast members were reduced to blushing messes the day they saw that video. Doflamingo ironically wrote that song as a tribute to Sanji’s ass

- He is terrifying when he disses people and a lot of people learn this hard way. Do not break his heart otherwise you are on his hit list

- His lyrics tend to be the most explicit in Aogiri's songs

- He has a very famous laugh

- Why does he annoy Zoro? Simple. He wants to reel the guy up so that he will pounce on him and fuck his brains out xD

- He has sent dirty photos of himself to Zoro, driving the man nuts in the process.

- When he wore the Raid Suit for the first time, everyone’s jaws dropped because he looked sexy in it.

- He allows Zoro to grope his ass whenever he wants to

- He calls Zoro Mosshead and calls him Daddy behind closed doors

- Sanji is a kinky little bastard

- Unlike his character, he gets every damn bitch. Yes even his female co-stars. Also unlike his chracter, he would happily kill a bitch

-The girls call him King Nasty because of how much of a bad boy he is and his sex appeal

- Some scenes involving his character were painful for him to film due to his past

- Everyone ships him and Zoro because the sexual tension between them is obvious

- Sanji is the Aogiri member with the highest solo album sales.

- Due to people's tendency to try and discredit him, a lot of people have started to give him his flowers now

- Eren often says that Sanji is the true dance king of Aogiri due to the risks he takes

- He pushes Zoro to take more crazier risks in terms of sex no thanks to his many kinks

-Sanji's rap style is similar to Nicki Minaj's but a lot more deranged. Yes this guy can spit fast xD

-He, Eren and Kaneki formed a hip hop subunit for Aogiri called Bad Boys Club

- He and his dad diss each other in interviews and diss tracks. Yup Judge is a rapper too. Ironically, Sanji is way more successful than his father hence Judge's saltiness

- Sanji’s main music influence in-universe is Doflamingo, which says a lot about his performance style and sexy image. Both men have collaborated loads of times . Doflamingo sees a lot of himself in Sanji which makes them working on One Piece together even more hilarious

- His main chart rival is none of his band mates but Queen (One Piece fans know where this is heading to). His ex Pudding counts too because she keeps scheming against him. Another person that hates Sanji so much and envies his success so much is Sesshomaru

- Everyone agrees that he has the best ass in the world

- There was a scandal involving Sanji’s sex life years ago. Way before he and Zoro started their relationship, he was dating Sukuna. Besides the fact that Sukuna cheated on him with loads of people and was abusive to Sanji. Besides that, both of them got arrested after Sukuna got caught by the cops with some cocaine and a gun in his possession. That forced them to break up and added more to Sanji’s wild lifestyle.

- Another huge musical influence for Sanji is Viego. Sanji can relate to his chaotic nature and loves it. Both men are fans of each other and deeply love and respect each other and have worked together and are great friends