#i LOVE fancy hotels hehehe

[inkykeiji]

Clariiiii, I'm going on vacation with my partner and his family and I'm going to have my first bar experience in a fancy hotel. I feel like one of your readers right now, and I'm so excited!

omg anon that’s so fun!!! i’m so excited for you!!! i hope you have an absolutely fabulous time <333 feel free to come tell us all about it after!!! (´∀｀)♡

[jyoongim]

Can I request an Alastor x reader where she is a newer sinner. Really nerdy, obsessed with history, fun facts, animal facts, and shy at first. Just says things randomly, like “did you know that if a cow has twins more often than not she abandons ones just rearranging things when bored, someone will come down to lobby in the middle of the night and there she is moving the couches at like 3am. Doesn’t think when she speaks when she sees Alastor in his overlord form just says something like “smash” before walking off. Kind of a this gives me conflicted feelings and made me learn something about myself I don’t think I should know. It can be smut or fluff I don’t mind! My friends just say I have adhd, never been tested, don’t wanna be lol, I just ramble when I get excited and talk too much or too loud when excited too. It’d be nice to see a reader like me :) thank you love! I’m trying not to ramble so I’m sorry if this all over the place!

Hehehe could be possible adhd but I’m also certain everyone has a touch of tism as well so you’re not alone hehehe.

(I too have undiagnosed adhd)

Typing this from my phone cause I’m scared to do it on my work computer😭 should have brought my iPad to work

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You had always been…different.

When you were alive you spent most of your time doing your hobbies or reading. You weren’t much of a social butterfly but did make the effort every once in a while. But people always treated you like you were an annoyance.

You were strange. Even by demon standards.

But you made a lovely addition to the Princess of Hell’s hotel.

You enjoyed being about to sprout random facts and have people actually be interested.

Animals, history, science you name it you randomly knew it.

You rambled during bonding excersies until you caught yourself yapping and instantly apologized.

You talked to yourself (having been caught in the act more than once)

Husk called you a loose screw but Angel found it charming. Charlie thought you were just the cutest.

And Alastor….

Well you definitely piqued his interest.

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You and Angel were having a “self care” day. Well Angel was. You were just happy to play in his fluff. Angel was telling you about the latest shoot he had to do and then the subject jumped to saying lives. “Oooh cmon toots don’t tell me no one’s were had the hots for that brain of yours” you pin curled his hair, “hmmmm not that I know of. Besides most people think I’m strange, wouldn’t want to scare the masses”

Angel rolled his eyes “well what about here at the hotel? Anyone catch yer fancy?”

You think about it but your mind comes to a blank. Nope you couldn’t in point who you would be the SLIGHTEST but interested in.

The sound of shoes met your ears and you turned to see Alastor entering the lobby. Your ear perked up and your eyes immediately locked in.

You would say you and Alastor were friends. The two of you had great conversations, he listened to your rambles and always told you facts of the time period when he was alive.

He wasn’t in his usual pristine attire. Instead of the polish look, he was dressed more casual. A white button up, rolled at his elbows, wearing dress pants and suspenders, he even didn’t have his gloves on.

He paid no mind to the two of you in the lobby, seemingly in his own world.

“Smash” you said tilting your head, causing Angel to burst out laughing and you blush when you realized you said that out loud.

Alastor turned around, eyebrows quirked “something amusing was said?”

You quickly shook your head while Angel chuckled “Our fact machine here thinks you’re hot*

Alastor blinked, his eyes settling on you.

You wanted to hide in the couch from embarrassment, but Alastor just took a sip of his coffee and began to walk from where he came. He got to the hallway door because pausing briefly, turning to look at you over his shoulder

“I suppose I would ‘smash’ you too dear”

Your cheeks burned and Angel choked as Alastor disappeared.

[r0-boat]

Hi, have you done Bimet's NSFW Alphabet? If not can you make one please 🙏

Heheh Yes I will gladly make a alphabet headcannon post about one of my favorite characters in the game

Bimet NSFW ALPHABET

Cw: NSFW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You would be surprised that he is very good at aftercare, He will make you feel so loved and cared for when he's done. I'm talking small kisses all over your body, rubbing sore spots on your body; anything you want, he will gladly give you. A soft side of him that he shows to only two people in his entire lifetime.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He will never admit it, But his favorite part about you is your smile. Not one of those fake smiles either, a genuine smile never fails to brighten his otherwise shit tastic day. As much as he doesn't agree the little things that make you smile. As much as he thinks something so ignificant like a bug or a leaf could make you so happy. He can't help but find that a little endearing please never change.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All demons in Tartaros are pretty possessive, it's part of their greedy nature. Even though he knows and gets off to the fact that you own everything, he can't help but have the urge to mark his territory with his seed. And you are on you he just has this hunger to claim and make sure you stay claimed that must be quelled.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's got pet fantasies, He wants to be your pet, your concubine anything. Desperately willing to worship you. happily wear a nice little collar around his neck. As much as he likes to argue and poke fun at you as soon as those He's alone with you He's on his knees.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows what he's doing. He takes great pride in pleasuring you And he strives to be the best fuck you'll ever have anything for you. He'll make you feel like a god, a princess, the most important thing in the world.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position that's yours, But if you really have to pick He likes looking at his caught going inside you so as long as he can see His cock disappearing inside You're warm walls He's okay

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is more serious, if you try to be goofy he will just start fucking you harder.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man probably has a 13 steps skin and hair care so of course he's groomed. He prefers to shave and prepare before having sex with you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

One of the rare times he shows his love and affection for you. He genuinely loves spoiling and taking care of you if only you will allow him to do it. Stop Fighting him and accept his pampering broke dumb bitch!!!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Never masturbated in his life and never needed to. But that was before you. Now he's... Addicted...You've turned him on so much, who knew sex could be so good! He's supposed to be a demon but you corrupted him now he can't get off without you, almost as good as money... Almost.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Roleplay, of any kind in absolute slut for praise kink and degrading.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere luxurious. My guy will Will make reservations for fancy rooms all across hell just to fuck you in them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Money and you. Wealthy locations, fancy hotels fancy resorts anything. Especially if you're in nice expensive clothing If he tells you he reserved a night out somewhere he's going to fuck you stupid.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anywhere in bathrooms, in the street, definitely not outside, also don't wear anything stupid that's a turn off as well, )no the Bluey socks will not stay on during sex take them the fuck off...)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Giving and receiving! Perhaps even a little bit of a fixation He will taste you all day if you don't stop him. Your cunt/dick tastes so good! And of course he will be watching every little move you make if you bob your head up and down on his cock. Try not to make you choke on it

Fast rough and wild, fucks you like an animal. Fucks you like This is the first time he has sex because in a way this is the first time he enjoyed sex. He knows he fucks you good no matter how much he pisses you off.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Master at quickies he could make you come so hard so fast. Though he rather have you all to himself instead of resort due quickly hiking your leg up to have you, He's greedy like that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes he experiments, This is the first time he actually enjoyed sex He is going to make the most of it He's going to get freaky Don't judge him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pent up demons are not something you want to toy with. He lasts for a fucking long time even by demon standards, And he has a quick recovery too. After 5 rounds he will want more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes, both him and you. He got some expensive ass toys in his collection somewhere. Some he hasn't even used on you yet some you've never even seen. Started buying them after the first time you had sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

That fucker likes to tease like it's his full-time job He wants to hear you beg and sob and squirm. He'll make you say embarrassing things. And record you doing it just for a keepsake. He knows how to get what he wants and he knows just what strings to pull. He knows how to touch you He knows your body and he will play you like an instrument

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The man is loud, growling grunting whimpering moaning you name it talking degrading praising and whimpering your name..

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Threesomes with You and Mammon had happened before They actually happened more often than you think.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Beautiful big thick and long cut cock. Swollen balls

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fucking ridiculous. He just had a taste of you and he is not willing to let you go.

Wraps in armorandy to pull you closer before cuddling up to you giving your forehead a few kisses before drifting off.

[wildlife4life]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz, @eddiediaztho, @try-set-me-on-fire, @forthewolves, @jesuisici33, @giddyupbuck, and @wikiangela You all so amazing and I'm excited for all your fics! Thank you!

Time for some angst and a buddie fight! @hippolotamus I do this because I love the chaos it ensues and your reaction is the very best. Hehehe. (This is from NFL Buck and the Eddie Begins hurricane twist).

Eddie bites his bottom lip hard. This was on him. He gave into his mother’s worries and demands about traveling through Texas during the hurricane.  Helena was too damn stubborn and being his mother, she knew every damn button to push, and Eddie is tired of fighting.  So, he reluctantly agreed to cancel the visit and his mother grinned a little too sharply before stating, “I’m sure Maddie will enjoy having her brother to herself.” Another ploy to take Christopher and Eddie fucking fell for it. Then his mother took it a step further by graciously telling Buck and Maddie herself, that Christopher would no longer be joining them in Dallas and to enjoy their time together for as long as they want. Eddie knew his mother didn’t approve his relationship with Buck, more so than his previous one with Shannon. The only reason she kept her mouth shut was the potential back lash of upsetting Christopher. But she already succeeded by having a hand in driving away Shannon and she must believe she could do the same with Evan. The yelling match between him and Eddie a few hours after Helena informed Buck of the canceled visit, felt like history repeating itself. Just like with Shannon, Eddie made a decision about Christopher without talking it through with his partner. He allowed his mother to hold all the power, then stood back and let her hurt the person that takes up half of his heart. And just like with Shannon, instead of coming to Buck’s defense, instead of calling his mother back and standing up for himself and his partner, Eddie lashed out. All the emotional turmoil from the hurricane, his mother’s provocation, missing his son and Buck, twisted together into a burning rage that exploded out of him and Evan caught every shrapnel. “Christopher is my son and I know what is best for him! And if you haven’t noticed I am fighting a god damn hurricane while you lounge comfortably in a fancy hotel room! While you play a game, I’m getting soaked to the bone trying to help people who have lost their homes, who didn’t have a place to go when the warnings went out! Get over yourself Buckley and just take the time with your sister. Christopher will be fine with my parents.” Every word from Eddie’s mouth was sharp and had the very effect he wanted (i.e his mother wanted). And so much of it was untrue.

Fight fight fight! More to come my lovelies and I hope you all enjoyed! If anyone wants to see more NFL Buck, just searched under the nfl tag on my page.

Tagging: @alyxmastershipper @jeeyuns @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @loserdiaz @devirnis @bvckandeddie @exhuastedpigeon @thewolvesof1998 @thekristen999 @rogerzsteven @buddierights @watchyourbuck @diazblunt @911onabc @911-on-abc @monsterrae1 @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @buck-coded @transbuck @starlingbite @bekkachaos @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @brokenribsdiaz @bigfootsmom Plus anyone else I forgot and anyone who wants to share! Tag me, I want to see all the snippets!

[sugar-omi]

omgomgomgkmg okay so i’m waiting here. at this fancy ass restaurant. in my lil cocktail dress and five inch heels. (this thing cinches my waist so good btw) AND ??? ARCHIE DIDNT TELL ME HE WAS LOADED BC IM LITERALLY SITTING IN A HOTEL WAITING FOR THE TWO OF THEM TO SHOW UP (fashionably early hehe)

(and yk i had to get my pretty lingerie on for tonight too, we’re gonna be spending the night at archie’s place for the after party hehe…)

BUT NOOOOO OMG I HATE THAT HELLO. tall queens unite… we must band together against this injustice

NOOOO OMG HES SO CUTE. he’s like 5’5 (still taller than one of my friends (the one who made the pretty olnf layout) who’s like 4’11 LMAO) and he literally got lost in the titties. i don’t blame him tho, for i am Very well endowed

anyways i cant update you on what happened That night in the middle of a restaurant BUT!!! i shall leave you with this:

quote direct from archie from that night: “does her mouth feel good, sar? do you like it when she chokes on your cock?”

hehehe…

PUNCHING THE SCREEN. SMASHONG INTO THE WALL. YOU TEASE. YOU DEVIL. I LOVE YOU SM

omg he is so baxter coded.... baxter zapped in real life... wtf.....

N YEAHH OMG me n my oomfs joke abt him being boob level n that when ppl talk to me they jus stare at my fucking tits which honestly is so true. I cannot explain to you the amount of times guys brought up my boobs in school omg...

I think it's fun though, I only ever had a problem with it once in the history of ever

[denisestories]

Lista de 100 melhores álbuns, por eu mesma

Vamos se movimentar por aqui, e por isso voltei agora para um novo post que é sobre A MINHA LISTA DE 100 MELHORES ÁLBUNS POR EU MESMA, baseada naquela lista da Apple Music, só que agora feita por mim.

Eu sei que já postei muitas coisas sobre música aqui, como sou uma pessoa que gosta de facilitar, vou deixar os links de cada post musical, se liga aqui abaixo: Greatest Hits da Denise - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13.

Saibam que esta lista é definitiva apenas para mim e não altera absolutamente nada a opinião de outras pessoas, aqui é só uma distração para minha cabecinha, já que ultimamente só o senhor de cima sabe o que eu passo hehehe. Vamos lá por partes, em alguns álbuns eu posso falar sobre algo e outros não, no mais, simbora.

100 - Invisible Touch - Genesis

Se você que tem mais de 20 anos deve lembrar "Another Day in Paradise" do Phil Collins(na carreira solo) em alguma rádio por aí, pois então, este querido começou pela banda Genesis. E este álbum é o meu favorito da banda, ouvi por curiosidade e gostei bastante.

Invisible Touch

Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

Land Of Confusion

In Too Deep

Anything She Does

Domino Medley

Throwing It All Away

The Brazilian

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99 - Computer World - Kraftwerk

Pioneiros da música eletrônica mundial, só isso mesmo.

Computer World

Pocket Calculator

Numbers

Computer World 2

Computer Love

Home Computer

It's More Fun to Computer

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98 - Electric Café - Kraftwerk

♫ Boing ping boom tschak ping... boing ping boom tschak ping... Ahhh... Para mim, só isso basta.

Boing Boom Tschak

Techno-Pop

Musique Non Stop

The Telephone Call

Sex Object

Electric Cafe

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97 - El Pintor - Interpol

All the Rage Back Home

My Desire

Anywhere

Same Town, New Story

My Blue Supreme

Everything is Wrong

Breaker 1

Ancient Ways

Tidal Wave

Twice as Hard

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96 - City Talk - Halfnoise

Para quem não sabe, o moço desta foto é o Zac Farro, mais conhecido como o baterista da banda Paramore e ele também tem a sua banda.

Love & Affection

Cool Cat

Baby

Snip Snap

Love Fire

The Dove Has Flown

Thank You Hollywood

On My Way

Only You

Coconut Island

Today

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95 - This Is Why - Paramore

This Is Why

The News

Running Out Of Time

C’est Comme Ça

Big Man, Little Dignity

You First

Figure 8

Liar

Crave

Thick Skull

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94 - Saviors - Green Day

The American Dream is Killing Me

Look Ma, No Brains!

Bobby Sox

One Eyed Bastard

Dilemma

1981

Goodnight Adeline

Coma City

Corvette Summer

Suzie Chapstick

Strange Days Are Here to Stay

Living In The '20s

Father To a Son

Saviors

Fancy Sauce

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95 - My 21st Century Blues - RAYE

Introduction.

Oscar Winning Tears.

Hard Out Here

Black Mascara

Escapism. (feat. 070 Shake)

Mary Jane.

The Thrill is Gone

Ice Cream Man.

Flip A Switch.

Body Dysmorphia.

Environmental Anxiety.

Five Star Hotels. (feat. Mahalia)

Worth It.

Buss It Down.

Fin.

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94 - Songs In The Key Of Life - Stevie Wonder

Disco 1

Love's In Need Of Love Today

Have A Talk With God

Village Ghetto land

Contusion ( Instrumental )

Sir Duke

I Wish

Knocks Me Off My Feet

Pastime Paradise

Summer Soft

Ordinary Pain

Saturn

Ebony Eyes

Disco 2

Isn't She Lovely

Joy Inside My Tears

Black Man

Ngiculela - Es Una Historia/I Am Singing

If It's Magic

As

Another Star

All Day Sucker

Easy Goin' Evening (My Mama's Call)

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93 - Innervisions - Stevie Wonder

Too High

Visions

Living For the City

Golden Lady

Higher Ground

Jesus Children of America

All In Love Is Fair

Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

He's Misstra Know-It-All

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[jouta-salad]

SDC Sugar Daddy HCs (Afab!Fem reader)

(CW: a touch of manipulation/toxic relationships, a hint of yandere, implied smut, age gap, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, daddy kink)

Oldseph

Typical. Not surprised he went after a beautiful young woman like you, especially considering he had an affair with Tomako when he was in his 50-60’s

He would definitely be rough with you, but it’s to be expected

He’ll grope your breasts and smack your ass in semi-public places and laugh when you get flustered and shy

Will definitely show you off to his friends at parties

“This is my baby y/n.. isn’t she a beauty?” *old man chuckle*

Speaking of parties, he would pressure you into drinking and you always end up getting drunk bc of him

Buys you lots of small dresses and lacy lingerie.. he especially likes buying you cute little sundresses

All you have to say is “daddy I want ____.” and give him doe eyes and he’ll buy double of what you originally wanted

Makes you massage his scalp sometimes

Will literally spoil you rotten and get you whatever you ask for, even if it’s the weirdest shit(He’ll even buy you horse semen if you really wanted it)

Loves to tease and poke at you in general

Kakyoin

My boy would definitely be kind of yandere

He literally had no one for most of his life so he wants to make sure you won’t ever leave him especially bc he loves you sm

Will gaslight you if you get angry at him

Loves spoiling you and would def buy you super expensive perfumes and shampoos bc he loves it when you smell good

He also loves buying you expensive handbags and silk clothing too

ESPECIALLY LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR SILK so expect a lot of cute silk lingerie, dresses, and nightgowns from him

Loves taking you to fancy ass parties and make you hold onto the crook of his arm and follow him around place to place like an accessory or smt

Would buy you cocktails to sip on while he took you around so you don’t get too bored

Shows you off sometimes at the parties

“This is my darling, y/n.. isn’t she just the prettiest girl?”

Would do shit like that and embarrass you for fun sometimes bc he thinks you’re cute all flustered and shy

He would totally do the ‘grab your chin with his fingers and force eye contact’ thing and then kiss you OMFGG

Btw, hes definitely a sucker for seeing you in his coats and shirts and seeing how oversized it is compared to you

Avdol

This man is one of the nicest sugar daddies ever

He would totally buy lots and lots of accessories like necklaces and bracelets and earrings

And probably lots of loose or flowy clothes

Would buy you any pets you want

Like literally you can ask for 3 horses and a cat and he’s back with people working on building stables and shit

He would take you on once-in-a-lifetime trips around the world at the nicest hotels

Would braid your hair or just play with it a lot

Definitely hires artists to paint beautiful portraits of you

He also hires professional gardeners to plant your favorite flowers in the garden

Genuinely has a lot of wholesome love towards you, and would do anything to keep him by his side forever

He loves when you kiss the scar on his forehead. He finds it so endearing.

He always dreamed of having kids with a beautiful woman like you… would definitely pressure you really hard if you didnt want any

Jotaro

He’s super fucking mean. Or acts like it atleast.

Would buy you professionally tailored dresses and lingerie and demand you wear them whenever he felt like it

He’ll pretty much buy you anything you want (especially if you give him puppy eyes) as long as it isn’t anything too weird

“..Good grief, don’t look at me like that.” *purchases $1500 handbag*

He also won’t let you buy lots of pets like Avdol. His limit is a dog and a cat.

I have a feeling he would pretend to be annoyed when you asked, but would willingly buy you so many plushies???

Takes you along to his business parties and gives you his card to buy cocktails and shit while he goes off and socializes.

And if you ever get drunk at one he’s gonna be pissed af and might “punish” you later or literally punish you. It depends.

Will definitely make you light his cigars for him

When you do something well he’ll give you head pats and stroke your hair

Call him sir or mr kujo and he goes bizzerk

He secretly loves it when you sit on his lap, and he’ll hold your hips when you do

Loves it when you massage his back and shoulders,, especially while he’s doing his work

Polnareff

This man is the ultimate sugar daddy

He will literally buy you anything you want.

Oh you stared at a pair of shoes at the mall a second longer than usual? He’s off to purchase it

did I mention that he’s also the biggest flirt ever?

“Did I ever mention you just look absolutely beautiful today mademoiselle? Not that you don’t normally hehehe”

He says shit like that daily to the point it barely fazes you anymore lol

He buys you the most extravagant presents out of the blue

One time he randomly bought you a fancy horse-drawn carriage ride “just for fun” and bc “he knew you would love it”

Will buy you flowers almost everyday and so there’s just vases all over the house

A huge fan of pda and will have you hold onto him whether it means holding his arm or hand

Also gives the best hugs

One day he adopted a white and light ginger cat that you both named “brûlée”

He fucking loves sharing food with you for no reason

Maybe it reminds him of that one spaghetti kiss in ‘Lady and the Tramp’

Also be wary because he might get drunk with his friends on accident and you’ll have to take care of him until he knocks out

[kirieshhhka003]

If you don’t mind, can I ask NSFW alphabet with Ghiaccio? 🧊

Note: in all NSFW alphabets I describe how this character acts during sex with different partners, NOT with someone they love

Warnings: NSFW

Ghiaccio NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghiaccio mostly uses services of high-end prostitutes so he never actually frets over aftercare. Mafioso pays his partners money for sex, why would he care for partner’s well-being after the deed?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On partner is plump soft lips, so pretty and perfect to wrap around Ghiaccio’s dick while sucking him off neatly. Blue-haired doesn’t really has a body part he’d love on himself, due to his stand’s ability his whole body is worked-out and it’s definitely something to be proud of

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ghiaccio likes to show his dominance over partner in any possible way, he thinks that cumming on their face is a great way of doing so. Making partner swallow all his sperm down after fucking their throat raw really strokes blue-haired’s ego, he may even stroke their head idly if they did a good job

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once he had tipsy sex with Melone after one especially hard and stressful mission. They two spent three days haunting their target and planning the killing itself, so at the end, when all work was done, Melone and Ghiaccio went to the nearest bar, hoping to get rid of the stress. And they succeeded. Both of them acted like nothing happened afterwards, just dressed up, fixed their hair and said “See ya soon”, coming home nonchalantly

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think that Ghiaccio is about 25, so it’s obvious that he’s pretty experienced (look at this man, he can’t be a virgin). Blue-haired has tried almost everything, so he definitely knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His personal favorites are missionary and all related (so he can choke partner), doggystyle and the one where he fucks partner form behind while laying on the side

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The only sounds blue-haired wants to hear from his partner during sex are moans, whimpers and pleadings, every other thing will be treated like misbehaving and then punished harshly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ghiaccio’s pubes are very curly, but he always keeps himself clean-shaved and he prefers the same on partners, or maybe some fancy trim like heart-shaped carpet

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Blue-haired only expects to receive some pleasure and a few orgasms from his partners, so he definitely won’t treat them like a fragile little doll. Ghiaccio is fairly harsh on himself, so being soft and caring is not about him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

For Ghiaccio sex is one of the ways to get rid of all the rage he has bubbling within his body, this is why he jacks off often. It almost never lasts for more than 5 mins because man literally wrings orgasm out of himself with a tight fist stroking his dick on the speed of light

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ooooof, a huge fan of impact play, so facefucking, slapping, hair tugging, degrading and bondage is always on the list. Blue-haired also has a thing for his partner calling him a master or signore, it really just blows his brains out and Ghiaccio turns into monster in bed, fucking his partner mercilessly. Also, dry humping and clothed sex, due to his short temper mafioso sometimes doesn’t have enough patience for undressing, so he just does the deed without getting off his garments

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He usually fucks at the hotel room he’s booked a day before, so wherever inside of apartments is fine. And, we all remember his red sport car, right? Sex there always feels special for man, so this is definitely one of his favorite places to get some quality time

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ghiaccio’s tantrums are the best motivation ever. Mafioso had a shitty day - he will fuck then to get rid of the stress. It’s pretty hard to make mafioso going if he’s not in the right mood, no matter how hard partner try

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Water sports and all related. Just no. Ghiaccio is up to try everything, but this is his big no-no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One of his main kinks is facefucking so Ghia is all for a good blowjob. But when it comes to going down on someone… well, he’s not a fan. Especially when man has sex with prostitutes, he won’t ever go down on sex worker. It’s not like he’s disgusted of them or anything, it just doesn’t feel right for him (but not with someone Ghiaccio has feelings for, he’d gladly spend hours settled between beloved’s legs)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ghiaccio is kinda selfish in bed, doing whatever he wants, not caring much about partner’s feelings or preferences. Mafioso is always fast and rough, all his movements are harsh, his words are pure filth, but if partner are on some kinky stuff - Ghiaccio is a perfect option

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A HUGE FAN OF THEM! Ghiaccio loves sex, and even a 10 min session rises his mood for a little and helps to calm down, it may be penetration, oral or dry humping. The only bad thing about quickies is if he picks the last option, blue-haired is supposed to spend the rest of the day with his pants full of cum

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mafioso enjoys having car sex, and it definitely means something. It’s not about public places like park or crowded beach, but semi-public places as club restroom or dressing room are always on the list

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghiaccio may last for a lot of rounds, 5 or 10, it all depends on his mood, but every round doesn’t last for long - 5-8 mins in general. But he also can go for 2-3 make out sessions during a day, each of them may consist of 5 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghiaccio prefers doing everything with his own hands (especially fingers hehehe), so his collection of toys starts and ends with two different-sized gags

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s really into orgasm denial, but only on his partners. If they try to tease him, well, it definitely won’t end up well for them

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ghiaccio has really dirty mouth, so he won’t shut up, degrading and insulting his partner to no end, calling them a whore and filthy slut, so greedy for his cock inside of them. Blue-haired also lets out quiet groans and swearings, but he never moans, thinking that it’s definitely not cool and manly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ghiaccio is terrified of the thought of accidentally making a baby, so at the age of 23 he got his vasectomy surgery. But he still uses condoms, mafioso cares for his health and perspective of getting HIV is definitely not that appealing

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Blue-haired is 5,5 inches when fully hard, slightly curved, head is a little bit pinker than the shaft, more on the thinner side. Totally smooth, a single vein pokes at the bottom part of the shaft, closer to the base

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On the calm days Ghiaccio’s sex drive is normal, low you could say, he’s just living his best life, enjoying random simple things. But on hard days (which happened to be almost every day), mafioso tries his best to suppress his urge to kill everyone, so his yearning is really high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Blue-haired feels a little bit sleepy after cumming, but Ghiaccio is not the one for sleeping after sex. He just zips his pants back up and continues doing whatever he was, just like nothing happened

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[jyoongim]

HIHIHIH OMG ILYSMMM UR WOEK IS AMAZING!!!

SOOOOOO i have a few req idwas!!

idea 1: reader is lucifers s/o and finds out luci is cheating on them so for payback they hook up w alastor luci may or may not find out up to you!

idea 2: reader is alastors s/o and they are at readers parents house (theyre also in hell) and reader goes to ask their dad sum like "hey daddy..." and her dad and alastor both respond....

JUST A FEW IDEAS I HAD FOR AWHILE BTW IDK IF I DID THIS RIGHT THIS WAS MY FIRST REQ..

You did a wonderful job! Thank you for the request! i did the 2nd idea! I thought it was funny hehehe

Your parents had invited you and Alastor to Sunday dinner. Funny thing that the most church-loving couple ended up in Hell. They never broke tradition even down here.

“Ooh honey we are so happy you two could join us” Your mother chirped, beaming as you hand her the bouquet of flowers you had picked up and pulled you into a hug. 

“Its always a pleasure to get a chance to eat your fine cookin maam” Alastor smiled as his mother in law gave him a squeeze, letting y’all inside and heading towards the dining room.

Your mother talked about the latest gossip she had heard, hissing murderously at the mention of Susan joining her book club.

”Oh can you believe that hag? Just can’t let me have nothin”

“I told ya momma if she hate the woman so much why not just smoke ‘er, but nope she too sweet.” Your father’s deep brawl met your ears as you entered the living room.

He smiled at you, pulling you into a bear hug as he kissed your forehead “Ooh there’s my princess” he said affectionately making you giggle. He straightened up, turning to Alastor, he gave a smile

”Aaah how are you doing my boy? heard you were managing a fancy hotel! Me and the Mrs should come check y’all out sometimes.” 

They shook hands and you slipped away to help your mother get dinner.

And what a dinner indeed.

Dinner was filled with chatter as the two parties caught up with each other. 

Everything was wonderful.

“Daddy can you pass me the pitcher of lemonade please?” you asked as you realized you had a empty glass.

“Why of course”

”Sure thing”

two voices said, making you tense and look up with wide eyes.

Your father and Alastor were now looking at each other as both had reached out to grab the pitcher.

Alastor ears were perked as he gave your father a sharp smile, slowly retracting his hand as he chuckled.

Your father however had a frown on his face and his lips pulled into a snarl, eyes narrowing.

You wanted to be swallowed up by the floor.

Your father’s eyes cut to you, making your cheeks burn as you looked away, embarrassed.

“You wanna tell me why he responded to that? You know what i already have an inkling. Alastor meet me out back” your father growled standing up, making a move to grab his shotgun.

”There’s no need for that!” You whined, standing up to block your father from Alastor.

”Sir i assure you that isn’t half of what she calls me” the red demon chuckled darkly, making the older demon rush at him. 

Alastor disappeared in a shrew of shadows, taking you with him.

”Dinner was lovely as always Madam” he kissed your mother’s cheek, disappearing as the sound of a shot rang out.

”Well dinner was rather eventual” he smirked, you facepalmed

”i am never going home again. How will i face them again after that?” You whine. Alastor kissed your cheek

”Dear you’ve called me worst, I’m sure hell forget about it”

———————————————————————————-

“Um guys why is there a demon with a shotgun shouting outside the hotel?” Charlie asked.

You groaned, glaring at Alastor

[neon-junkie]

Oooh, for the Vanderbois (and flaco) do their first Valentine with the reader that would be adorable!

lmfao, I love how we always say ‘and flaco,’ as if I would forget to include my own husband xD

Reader is gender-neutral, mostly sfw, but a few minor hints of showing you a good time hehehe

Arthur is a simple man, he's not one for posh dinner dates, or serenading you, mostly because he can't sing or play. He's up early so he can pop into town and purchase some fresh food, putting together a little picnic basket and picking a fresh bouquet of flowers on his way back to camp. Once you're ready, he takes you to one of his favourite spots and sets up the picnic, the two of you eat together and watch as your horses roam freely. He eventually tells you to "just look out at the view for a while," and spends some time sketching a portrait of you, to which he says his usual line of "it ain't much." John attempts to cook for you, but he hasn't prepped at all. Well, he flicked through a few pages of a cooking book, went "yeah, I got this," and proceeded to make a mess. He quickly gives up, tidies up his mess (meaning he hides it and cleans it up later), and takes you into town for a meal at the Saloon instead. John later admits that he did attempt to cook for you, looking rather disappointed with himself as he goes into detail about all the little things that went wrong, and assures you that "If I could, I'd do more for you."

Dutch splashes the cash because, you know, it's Dutch. Oh, he has a whole day planned; you wake to a bouquet of flowers and a new outfit, Dutch then takes you into town for a meal at a restaurant that he booked weeks in advanced, followed by some shopping, and then a hot bath and night in a fancy hotel. He's materialistic, and especially likes to dress you up in the finest clothes and jewellery, because "no sweetheart of mine is going to wear rags, you deserve riches!" Hosea is up early to do your chores for you, because "you shouldn't have to work on this special day!" He then dresses himself in a new outfit, and surprises you with yours. He offers you his arm, and takes you on a stroll with a picnic basket in his other hand, leading you to a pretty spot by the lake. You enjoy a light picnic, followed by some fancy wine Hosea 'acquired', and he enjoys re-telling the story on how he came across such fine wine. Kieran admits that he can't treat you to anything, apart from the array of flowers he picked for you this morning. He's done what he can to tidy himself up, sneaking off to have a bath in the lake and washes his clothes the day before. He steals some snacks from Pearsons wagon, and takes you out to a nearby pond so both of you can feed the ducks as you have a light snack, "my parents used to take me to feed the ducks all the time, I find it really peaceful, and I hope you do too."

Lenny surprises you with a massage, mostly because you've been moaning about specific pains; he admits that he spent some time reading up on how to give them, and you're impressed with his work. He then rides with you into Saint Denis, leading you down an alley and up a ladder. You're a little confused, but understand why he's lead you on top of a building, as the view from up here is beautiful! You enjoy some treats as Lenny talks, "I come up here to think sometimes, and to look out for fellas to rob..." Sean wants to do something different for Valentine's Day, something non-cheesy, and suggests that you two go and... rob a stagecoach together... He begins pouting once you deny him, and admits that he hasn't planned anything else. Sean takes you into town instead, purchasing a hot meal at the Saloon, followed by a night of drinking, and a room at the hotel. "We're makin' love tonight in a bed, sweetheart, a bed! no more stinkin' camp tents for us, least not for tonight, hehe."

Bill steals buys a nice necklace for you, nothing too flashy, just a little locket for you to put whatever you fancy in there. He also cleans himself up, and quietly asks Arthur if he can borrow some of his after-shave so he smells nice for you. He then takes you for a picnic, and has you lie back against his chest as he feeds you a few sweet treats. "Sunset looks real pretty tonight, just like you... not that you don't look pretty every night, i mean, all the time... i mean... shit." Javier doesn't want to do anything cliché, such as write you a song, or serenade you at all. He instead cooks you a meal, making all the other camp members jealous, as his cooking is incredible. You raise an eyebrow when Javier excuses himself, telling you to close your eyes, and surprises you with the puppy/kitten that you were eyeing up the other week at a pet shop in town. "I actually had to buy them last week, and honestly, keeping them a secret has been hard, they're really loud and fussy." Micah doesn't want to do anything cliché, nothing like parading you around town, which is what everybody else will be doing. He goes for a quieter option, and attempts to take you somewhere nice for a picnic, but a goose stalks him specifically, not you, and tries to attack him for food. He eventually gives up and caves, taking you to a Saloon instead, "there's no goose here, they ain't old enough to drink, so I... I mean, we will be safe." Please don't mention 'the goose incident' ever again. He also surprises you with a new knife, an array of gorgeous carvings along the handle, because what else would Micah treat his sweetheart to? Charles spends a few weeks avoiding you, "I'm making you something, stop trying to peek, I know what you're like." He takes you to one of his favourite locations, and asks you to put your arm out so he can wrap the beaded bracelet that he made around your wrist. Charles then spends some time cuddling with you as you watch the sunset together, and the second you let out a shiver, he wraps a new blanket around your shoulders. "These gifts are why I've been avoiding you, I didn't want to do that, but I also didn't want to ruin the surprise." Trelawny is smart enough to book everything well in advanced, and takes you into Saint Denis to enjoy a show at the theatre, considering you've never been before. He then takes you to a nice restaurant where you eat your dinner on the terrace, overlooking the busy city. Trelawny then finishes the day off by enjoying a stroll along the pier with you, stopping at a nice spot, so you can watch the sunset across the lake. "I hope today hasn't been too fancy for you, but you know what I'm like!" Flaco can't tread into civilization, so he sends his men into town to buy an array of gifts for you. He's not short on cash, and enjoys every opportunity he can get to spoil you. He can however trail down the mountain to a somewhat nearby hunting lodge, and spends a few nights there with you, watching the sunset every night as you have a beautiful birds-eye view of the landscape below. "This beats shivering in that broken down cabin, huh? and it's nice to have an actual bed to sleep in too."

[tenzobito]

for the naruto ask! 5, 7, 32. 35

Heey, thank you so much for the ask! <3 5. Favorite chakra type + Jutsu I think my favorite chakra type in general would be earth, just because I feel like it'd be my own chakra-type? But my favorite Jutsu is the fireball-jutsu of the Uchiha, just because I love them a lot and Obito and Madara (who are obviously my favorites) look very sexy while using it hehehe I also love Hashirama's/Tenzo's woodjutsus a lot tho 7. What job in the village would you want? I honestly wouldn't wanna be a Shinobi in this hell of a system because I dont rly fancy being a child-soldier and risk a life of loss and trauma LOL, so I think I'd just maybe run a cute little hotel / restaurant :) But if I WAS a ninja, I'd love to be part of the encrypting-team or just some information-department in general because I feel like that's probably the most interesting, and I'd help a lot of ppl! 32. When did you first start reading/watching the series and why? I first started in 2010! I think I started watching the anime first, and then STARTED to collect the manga, but I never finished having all of them to this day and just read online hahaha I started watching tho because a school-friend of mine was super into it, and we were basically doing everything together, so I started too, but I didn't really follow up on it and only finished the show this year or the end of last year? I did have some naruto-phases inbetween 2010 and 2022 tho, where the show still wasnt completly finished and I just catched up until that point. so it was like an on and off thing. 35. Favorite character quirk I'm not a native-english speaker so I guess quirks means like ''flaws'' just a little lighter????? Because if so, I love Obito being a little crybaby as a genin (and honestly he probably still cries under that mask lol) and like wanting to use these eyedrops all the time, because idk he's just such a lovely little loser and I adore that about him it doesnt rly have a reason hkgkghfg Either that or Tenzo's scary-face he always tries to make to look intimidating. I hope I got that question right.... Anyway thanks again and sorry it got so long gdngndfj Love u <3 ♥

[unvalley]

Dance The Night Away

Happy Gruvia Day 2020! 💓 

This fic is dedicated to my favorite couple on their special day! I got inspired by these matching Gruvia covers so i had to get to work and start writing 🥰

Preparing himself for the evening, Gray stood by the mirror, making finishing touches to his outfit, he adjusted his black bow tie so it wouldn’t be oblique.

Tonight was not going to be like any other for Fairy Tail, no. Because in honor of Queen Hisui’s birthday, she was hosting a ball at the royal palace in Crocus and Fairy Tail had gotten an invitation as her majesty’s honorable guests. 

Gray was never really a big fan of big and fancy parties, but he guessed it wasn’t too bad to appear on special occasions only. At least he got to see and spend more time with a particular water mage.

The sudden thought of Juvia made Gray’s cheeks flush red, redder than Erza’s scarlet hair.  He started thinking about things like what she would wear tonight. A beautiful smile, that was Gray certain of. Once the blunette was on his mind, he was doomed and could not stop thinking about her. Oh who was he kidding, it was game over for him from the beginning. Because she always appeared on his mind. Especially after the day she almost… Gray lightly slapped himself on the cheeks to shake the awful memory from his thoughts. No sad thoughts tonight!

When Gray was all dressed up in his big boy fancy pantsy clothes and ready to go, he headed downstairs to the hotel lobby to wait for his guild mates. After a few minutes of waiting, that seemed like hours for Gray, all the mages of Fairy Tail had gathered but when everyone started walking outside Gray noticed someone was missing. Someone really important.  

‘’Hey Natsu, have you seen Juvia?’’ Gray asked his best friend, his eyes searching for the brunette in the room. He wasn't aware of the smirk that appeared on Natsu’s lips after getting the question.

‘’Oh, Lucy and Juvia weren’t ready yet, so they let me know that they will join us later’’ Natsu shrugged. ‘’Girls am I right?’’’’ He shook his head, not understanding why girls always took so long to get ready. 

Gray let out a sigh. If he was completely honest, he couldn’t help but be a little upset about that. Of course he knew, they would see each other eventually but somehow… he just didn’t want to wait. 

He looked back one last time but when she still hadn’t shown up, he caught up with Natsu and his other guild mates.  

___

At the palace, Gray was bored. He had already tried anything and everything to get to get the time pass and for her to arrive faster but it didn’t help at all, so of course he had gotten very impatient. Where the hell was his woman?

‘’Lucy!’’ Gray heard Natsu call the celestial mage’s name. 

Lucy? Then that had to mean…

Gray had never turned around so fast in his life. And at that moment, when Gray saw her, he swore he forgot how to breathe. And who else had that effect on him, except for one person? 

There stood Juvia, on top of the imperial staircase, in a long light blue butterfly embellished ballgown with a plunging neckline which revealed her big but beautiful breasts. She really looked like an angel sent from the heaven’s so she was most certainly forgiven for keeping him waiting all this time. 

Gray was so taken aback by Juvia’s beauty that it took him a few moments to realize that their eyes were glued to each other. They might not have stood close to each other, but Gray could clearly see her big smile she gave him. She had the most beautiful smile and she could light up the whole world with it. Most important, she lit up his world. 

When Juvia had walked down the stairs and reached the floor, Gray was confused as to why she broke eye contact and didn’t walk up to him. Did he do something? Did he hurt her? Did she hate him? Was she no longer in love with him? Had she already given up on him?

All these bad thoughts started to pop up in his mind and they scared the crap out of him. He was supposed to get stronger for her so he could always protect her and be by her side. Was he really too late? 

___

An hour had passed and Gray was getting really worried at this point. To think his Juvia hadn’t talked to her Gray-Sama even after that long, was so not like her at all and he hated it. But what about him? Why couldn’t he be the one to do it for once? Thank goodness that Erza approach him and interrupted Gray from his crazy thoughts.

‘’Gray’’

‘’I didn’t do anything!’’ Gray jumped, obviously scared because he thought Erza was going to give him a piece of her mind for whatever he had done.

‘’Go talk to her’’

‘’H-huh?!’’

‘’Juvia. Go talk to her’’

‘’W-what are you saying-’’

‘’Now’’ And with that, she was already gone and joined Jellal on the dance floor. 

It wasn’t much but somehow those very few words she had said to him had given him a big confident boost. He didn’t know why nor how but it was like suddenly, his whole body was filled with courage.  Plus it was Erza so there was no way he would disobey her or else he knew, she would have his head. 

Gray looked outside, towards the sakura garden and he found Juvia standing there all by herself. He was going to make her company and he was going to do it now. 

He took a deep breath before making his way up to her. 

‘’Hey’’ 

The water mage turned around and looked a bit surprised by his sudden appearance.

‘’Oh, Good evening, Gray-Sama!’’ She replied with a soft smile and went back to looking at the the sakura trees with a admiration.  After a little silence Juvia spoke again.

‘’The sakura trees weren’t here the last time we were here. Aren’t they beautiful?’’

‘’Yeah… you are’’ That had taken him all the courage that was inside him but he really meant it so he didn’t regret saying it. He wanted her to know. He wanted her to know everything.

‘’Gray-Sama?’’ She looked at him as a question mark like she didn’t understand what he had just said.

‘’Juvia. I said you’re beautiful’’ He said again, reassuring her that she had indeed heard him correctly. But he couldn’t look straight into her big ocean orbs that time. ‘’So I was wondering if maybe… you would like to have this dance?’’ He extended his hand out for her to accept, his other hand was on the back of his head. But when she didn’t respond as fast as Gray thought and hoped she would, he had to look at her to see if everything was okay.

All of a sudden, sakura petals were falling from the trees, making Juvia’s cheeks match them. Holding her hands up to her chest, Juvia's face lit up. Looked like Gray didn’t have to worry, after all. 

‘’Juvia thought you’d never ask, Gray-Sama’’ She let out a little giggle as she accepted his hand, as he then placed a small peck on the back of it and led her to the dance floor. 

When they reached the dance floor, Juvia put her hand on Gray’s shoulder and Gray put his on her waist. Their other hand were still holding each other, not letting go. They started swinging slowly, following the playing music, from the royal orchestra.

They stayed in silence, no one saying a word but their eyes never left each other so it really made up for the none small talk. After the song ended Gray didn’t expect for Juvia let go of him so soon. She looked at him and made a small curtsy.  

‘’Thank you so much for dancing with me, Gray-Sama’’ She thanked him and started exiting the dance floor but she didn't get far until she felt a pair of strong arms around her.

‘’G-Gray-Sama?!’’

‘’Just…just a little longer’’ He had her in a tight, yet gentle embrace and he was not planning on letting her go.

‘’Juvia is so happy, Gray-Sama’’ She said as she hugged him back lovingly. 

‘’Me too’’

A little longer turned out to be the whole night. 

___

i might have gotten a bit inspired by @tuna-purr ‘s fanart as well hehehe

anyway, i’m sorry this is not as good as i wanted it to but but i still hope u like it! hope everyone has an amazing Gruvia day 💓

[sweetchup]

Monarch Butterfly

Anonymous asks: Chrollo and his so that both think they’re playing each other... maybe she’s sweet and cute looking so she plays into it and he thinks she dumb and naive and she thinks he’s just a rich kid that took one philosophy class

Type: Chrollo Lucilfer x theif! Reader

Au?: None (same universe as Cute Little Princess (pt.2) and N.E.R.D.S (pt.1))

Word count: 4,000+

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Chrollo being a Sapiosexual, Dom/Submissive, Angst, angst and angst. Yay, I’m so sad.

Author Note: welp. In a simple sense I went overboard, hehehe, since I instantly got an amazing idea. I might actually make a part 2 to this one if it gets popular enough. I honestly fell in love with the concept once I started writing. I hope you like it anon.

“(Y/n), are you thinking of trying something stupid again? Don’t think I can’t see that look on your face.” Clementine says, blowing a puff out of her cigarette as she looks over to you. You only laugh at Clem, reaching over to pull one of her short blonde corkscrew curls. You watch it bounce back and forth for a moment before answering. “I don’t think it’s stupid. I’m just thinking of having a little fun, that’s all.”

“A little fun my ass. Do you know where we are right now?”

“A party?”

Clementine sighs and shakes her head, “You idiot. We are in a fancy hotel at a party, being hosted by Emperor Fushi who is crowning his eldest daughter, Himiko, and her future husband, Tai.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s that serious.”

Clementine squints her eyes at you as she exhales one last puff of her cigarette before putting it out. “How so. Enlighten me Miss (Y/n).”

“Well,...” you pause for a minute to gather your thoughts, “this is the second time Himiko has been engaged in less than a month. Her first husband was Phinks Magcub who randomly went missing around a week and half ago, along with Emperor Fushi’s youngest daughter.”

“Yeah, they apparently fell in love and ran off into the sunrise. Like so cheesy comedy”

“I don’t think that’s the case,” you murmur. Finally spotting your target again. Clementine lets out an ‘Hah?’. You ignore her noise and just signal her to move down the stairs with you, “I do believe they fell in love and disappeared but I don’t think Mr. Magcub was actually in love with Himiko. Mr Magcub and Himiko got engaged about three ½ weeks ago and Mr Magcub disappeared 1 ½ weeks ago. What do we know that happened in between that timeline?”

You hear her gasp and you smirk a little bit. “T-the theft of The Dragon Eyes Collection!”

“And who do we know that’s crazy enough to do that?”

“The phantom troupe! Wait, (Y/n) is one of them—“

“Yep, one of them is here,” You squint as you go to search for him again. Oh. There he is, “And it’s their leader.”

“(Y/n) wait don’t. We don—“

You act as if you're checking something in her hair and whisper into her ear. “Clem. He already has the two Crown Jewels. That’s our mission and I need to go retrieve them. We may also get the info on the Dragon Eye Collection. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, please hold down the fort while I’m gone.”

You pull away and Clementine sighs before smirking. “Don’t be a stupid ass though.”

“I won’t.” You whine as you sashay away. Your heals click down across the tile floor as you get closer and closer to the bar. You hear a whistle and look to your left to see some young prestigious men eyeing you. Practically undressing you with their eyes. Bingo.

As you finally come to the bar area, you locate him. You can’t see his face right now, due to his back facing you, but it’s obvious it’s him. His bulb-like earrings give him away from like a mile away. You smirk before giving your best sweetest smile. You poke the black haired leader on the shoulder causing him to turn around.

“I-um. Oh god. I’m sorry but can I sit next to you?”

Chrollo gives you a smile. “Yes, of course. Is something the matter, Miss?”

“Oh, no. I’m just not a fan of parties and I was trying to go back to my room but, I got a little scared when a couple of men were staring creepily at me.”

“But, wouldn’t I make you nervous as well? Afterall you don’t know me.”

“Ah I guess-s you do. I’m sorry you are just the first one I saw. I guess I’ll leave, I’m sorry to disturb—“ you say, attempting to get up.

The black haired man grabs your wrist. “Oh. I don’t want you to leave. I was just curious.”

You sit back down. That worked perfectly, he reacted just as you thought he would. You once remembered a person telling you that the leader of the Phantom Troupe has an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and his curiosity. And you could tell just by watching him from the balcony, that stealing the Crown Jewels was just like child play for him, so he was bored sitting here at the bar. And even if he didn’t look like it, He was practically looking for anything to possibly entertain him.

So, you walk in, a rich looking damsel in distress waiting for someone to come save her. Chrollo will, of course, take that. You check off all the marks needed to satisfy himself and he had many possible ways to do it. He could steal your Nen, break down your mind, use you, steal from you, or simply just do all of them.

This was where he messed up though. He never would have imagined he would run into someone just as intelligent as him, you.

“I’m Chrollo, Chrollo Lucilfer, by the way.” Chrollo says, leaning against the bar counter.

“Oh! Nice to meet you Chrollo. I’m (y/n). (Y/n) Okage.” You murmur the last part under your breath as if you don’t want him to know. But, he definitely caught it. Perfect, he took your bait. Now he thinks you're an Okage.

“An Okage huh? Wow, call me impressed.”

“Ahh it’s not anything that impressive. It’s just a last name after all.”

Chrollo raises an eyebrow as if he’s saying really. So you’re an Okage, huh? Now he is really interested. The Okage family is a prestigious military family that is known for their very rare Nen. Chrollo is definitely not letting you out his clutches now, he’s going to quietly lure you into his web and pounce. But the question is how…

Ah, that’s how. Chrollo eyes the group of men on the left side of the room, whistling and eyeing every woman that passed by. This worked even better because they were also blocking the exit.

“Would the group of men that happen to be eyeing you, them?”

He points to the group before looking quickly back at you. He watches your doe like eyes blink a couple of times before looking off in that direction. You seem to shudder and clearly show your fear as you see them.

“Y-yes that’s them.” You say, clutching tighter onto your purse. You hear Chrollo let out a small ‘ahh’ as you finish talking.

“Well I was just wondering how you're going to get back to your room without them noticing. After all, they are blocking the door.”

“Oh no. Your right. Do you know if there’s any other doors that lead to the hotel part of this building?”

“Sadly there isn’t. But...,” Chrollo suddenly stands up and extends a hand out to you, “I’d be happy to escort you back to your room.”

“Really?!? Thank you so much!” You say, taking his hand as he leads you away. As you're about to leave you spot Clementine and, secretly, use your hand to signal her.

Clementine smirks into her drink as she notices it. So, the spider has been beaten at his own game eh? Man she might call you stupid but honestly you are the smartest partner she could ever as for. It also doesn’t help you make this job ten times more interesting when you're around.

She just hopes you didn’t get him too caught up in your fun. He’s definitely not like the others you’ve faced.

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“C-chrollo, W- Wait. I haven’t even taken out the keycard.” You murmur, let out soft moans into his ear as he bites and sucks on your neck. Maybe you made yourself a little too appealing to this guy. Though, at the same time, you can obviously tell him lusting over you is all fake. He just wants you to let his guard down so he can steal from you. Also, you can feel he doesn’t even have a bulge right now.

“Give it. I’ll take care of it.” Chrollo groans, grabbing the card. Once the door to the hotel room is unlocked, Chrollo picks you up and throws you onto the bed. You squeal as he pulls your dress off you and then takes off his shirt and bandanna. Huh. Honestly he’s not half bad, he’s got some nice chiseled muscles going on and an interesting forehead tattoo. Though his patience could use a little work.

You moan out his name as he gives small open mouth kisses all the way from your stomach to your lips. Once he reaches your lips he stops and gives you a passionate kiss.

Honestly, even though this is nice and all, you have a job to finish. Sorry Chrollo. Hope you’ll forgive me on this one.

One moment, Chrollo is pushing you down onto the bed and in charge but in the next, his body feels a hundreds of pounds and it’s even hard to move an muscle.

“W-what?” Chrollo murmurs confused as to what’s going on. You huff as you roll him off of you and he lands next you on his back.

“Fuuuw, Damn Chrollo you weigh a lot. You should lay off the muscle training for a while,” You say, stretching your back. Now, let’s see where those Crown Jewels are. Scurrying through his clothes you find two tiny marbles stuffed into his pant pocket. You bring both up to your eye and examine them as you sit down on his lap. As you look into them you spot the two crowns in one and the Dragon Eye Collection in the other. Score!, “Ooooo! What an interesting ability. Conjures never cease to amaze me with what they come up with.”

You see Chrollo tense, attempting to move, as you throw them on top of your dress on the floor. “Don’t try Chrollo. My Nen won’t be making you move for quite some time.”

“How so?” Chrollo asks, his face blank, unreadable. But, it won’t work, you can see right passed that little trick of his.

“Now I wouldn’t want to tell you that silly goose. I’ll meet one of your conditions if I do so.”

You see Chrollo eyes gleam for a second. He was surprised. He’s had people figure out what his Nen is before but no one has been able to find out his conditions. Not his enemies, not the people of Meteor City, not the Zoldyck’s, not even the troupe. Only he knows what they are. Chrollo licks his dry lips, he’s knows he’s walking on shaky ground right now. “A condition? Are you talking about my Nen? (y/n)? If that is really your name. Though I highly doubt that’s your name. Afterall—

Aww how cute, little Chrollo is trying to change the subject last minute. You decide to cut him off in the middle of his rant, “Yes it’s really my name and yes, I’m talking about your Nen and conditions. Honestly, I already knew you could steal abilities around 3 people had already told me. So it just left me to how. How did the infamous Chrollo Lucilfer, Leader of the Phantom Troupe, steal people’s Nen without their knowledge? Well, it can’t be something that catches them off guard. Afterall, that will grab too much attention and you would have found out already. Yet it also can’t be something too far from the topic of “Nen” either since you need to steal it. So I just observed you as you walked around the party today, after all their is an—“

You pause for a second as you feel something. Is this really happening right now? You test the waters and spread your legs a little bit more wider. Chrollo has definitely gotten a boner while you were talking, it’s a fully hard one too. You decide to roll your hips a little and watch as Chrollo let’s out a moan. You laugh a little at his reaction, “Wow. I’m not sure if I should be happy or offended that me talking turned you on more than the flirting and grinding we did all the way in the elevator.”

Chrollo chuckles, his hair sprayed around on the pillow below him. He’s still trying to keep his tough act up, even now. “Well, there’s a word to describe that actually. It’s called Sapiosexual. By definition it means that someone is attracted to their mind over-r… shit.”

Chrollo clutches onto the sheet below him as you start to slowly grind on top of him. “You know, I’m starting to believe you just really like to hear yourself talk. Either that or you just like to avoid confronting things you don’t know how to figure out in that moment.”

Chrollo doesn’t respond. He just chooses to close his eyes while you smile down at him. “Not talking? Aww sorry I didn’t mean to hit a nerve, Chrollo. Here let me make it up to you.”

You lightly lift yourself off his lap and slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. Looking away quickly, you tried to see Chrollo for a reaction but there was none. Oh well, you can’t rush the good things after all. You’ll have him a mess eventually.

Finally, you pull down his pants and boxers off. Leaving his hard length out in the open; you reach out and hold it lightly in your hand. Wow, he really was a Sapiosexual. The tip of his cock was a pretty red shade with light drips of precum spilling out, showing he was practically craving for release. Hmm...You know what you’ll do. “Wow Chrollo, you're really straining for release. I should help you out. Hmmm... I’m not sure if you're a germaphobe or not so I’m just going to start with my hand….”

Chrollo still had his eyes closed so it gave you the perfect opportunity. As you continue talking, you pulled your panties to the side and lined him up with your entrance. Careful not to get too close so he figures out your plan. Honestly, you were soaked, his cock was honestly really thick and big so you knew it was going to feel absolutely amazing. Also, Chrollo is an entertaining man. You wouldn’t mind have sex with him multiple times if you have to.

“....so Just let me know if it’s not enough ok? I’ll switch to my mouth if so.”

You wait for a second for him to respond but he only lets out a chuckle. Still trying to play it cool. Oh well, you brought this on yourself Chrollo. You take a deep breath and sink down onto his length.

You hear chrollo let out a loud groan as you sink every inch Chrollo has to offer inside you. Even while you are just staying still it makes you feel as if you are about to burst. But, that’s not the important thing right now. You bring your hips up and start off with a slow rhythm, watching as Chrollo is attempting to bring back his composure.

“So,... where was it I left off again? Oh yeah. So I was observing you at the party. Be extra careful to catch changes in people’s aura and listen to what you were saying to them.” You say, rambling off your thoughts. You feel Chrollo twitch suddenly inside you as you speak. You decide to reward the poor man by moving your hips at a faster pace. Maybe you got a bit too excited coming across someone like Chrollo. Clementine will definitely scold you later but, oh well. “I noticed you had stolen the Nen ability of 6 out of the 21 Nen users you talked to at today’s party. Observing you is how I determined the conditions. The first condition I found out was when Mr. Noz and Mr. Casey wouldn’t show you their Nen, and theirs weren’t any of the ones that ended up being taken. The 6 you did take however did show you, meaning one of your conditions is the user has to show you.”

You flinch as you feel Chrollo’s hands grab onto your waist, a bruising clutch against your soft skin. Crap, your Nen was warding off faster than you thought. You have to quicken this up, as much as you didn’t want to. You lean forward onto chrollo’s chest, allowing him to be squeezed more and sucked deeper into you. It definitely made you more vulnerable since it meant his cock was bashing against your g-spot with every flick of your hips but it was also working well on him. You could tell since he was panting and groaning into your ear like crazy. You just needed to hold on for a bit longer.

“T-the second condition I confirmed also with two people. One being a woman whose husband explained to you her Nen ability. You didn’t end up stealing hers so that meant one of the conditions had to do with the person telling you about their Nen. T-Then—then when you went to…”

Oh god, you hide your head into Chrollo’s neck. It was too good, you were honestly begging for mercy. You would slow down the pace but Chrollo has gotten feeling back in the muscles of his hips so he was just thrusting up erratically into you. Chasing after his release.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Chrollo murmurs into your ear, causing you to whine and shiver at his mesmerizing voice, “W-what did I do next that 100% confirmed the second condition?”

You don’t respond as your brain was practically melted at this point. Though, Chrollo won’t take that as an excuse. Chrollo, with most of the feeling back in his body, flips you over so he was on top. He stops his thrusts and holds your legs down so you can’t move. You whined as you looked at the silvered eye man above you. “I asked you a question, my little butterfly. And I expect you to answer it.”

You pause and don’t say anything, not wanting him to boss you around. He smirks and pulls all the way out before bashing right back into you, hitting your cervix. You grunt, pain flickering through your body.

You glare at Chrollo above you and he only does it again. And again. Waiting for his lovely little butterfly to answer him. On the 6th thrust is when it gets interesting, this time when he bashed in, your cervix had eased up. Allowing him into the depths of your womb. Your eyes widen and Chrollo chuckles, both of you knowing what this means.

You try to fight against it but Chrollo successfully cross your legs. Making it so you squeezed around him even more. He lets out a sigh, losing his composure as he begins to make small little thrusts, trying to stay in your womb. “Answer me my little butterfly. You and I both know what’s highly likely to happen if I cum this deep in you. There’s no way around it if I do. So answer me.”

He was right, there was no way around it if he does. You’ll just have to follow his orders, waiting for him to drop his guard again.

“T-then I confirmed it when Mr hansu wouldn’t explain to you how to function his ability after you saw it, only about how flashy it is. Meaning your second condition is the person has to tell you the general function or uses of the ability. The third—“ you let out a small sigh as you feel the knot in your stomach about to explode. It also didn’t help you could feel Chrollo begin to twitch inside you, if you came while still explaining there was no question he would cum, hard. “The third, I confirmed through your expressions. Sometimes you would do the first two conditions but not follow up with the third condition since you hadn’t found the ability interesting to you. But when you did, you always had them touch the handprint on your conjured book. The ones that didn’t touch it, didn’t have their abilities stolen.”

You let out a sigh, you were done. You listed all of his conditions. Now he just needs to stop thrusting into your womb.

“And the fourth? The fourth condition?” you blink as he says this. T-there was a fourth condition? Oh god you had forgot strong Nen ability usually had 4-5 conditions not 2-3. Your heart races up as you flicker fastly through your memories.

Nothing else was similar between all the people he talked to. Which means that it’s either a time limit or a magic word that you hadn’t caught. It’s more likely the time limit so you’ll go with that.

“Y-your fourth is a time limit. I confirmed this because strong Nen types need 4-5 conditions and nothing else was similar between the people you talked to. T-This—this means the only likely answer is a tough time limit. From what I observed it took you about 45 minutes to steal from one of the businessmen-men so it’s something higher than that but it has to be shorter—oh~ than 3 hours since that gives too much time and isn’t as strict. Hah-ha-Happy now?”

Chrollo humms for a minute thinking, before he lets out a groan. Come on Chrollo, pull out. You can tell he’s about to burst.

“Chrollo pull out-t, you're about to cum.”

Chrollo groans as you say that, leaning his forehead against yours. Damn, you felt your walls twitching and tightening. You were going to cum.

“You can tell little butterfly? You're so smart my butterfly. All mine.” Chrollo murmurs, pressing kisses against your collar bone. “ I enjoy you, you are so entertaining, so smart, so special. Like a rare specimen. My special butterfly. Trapped in my web forever. Fuck—”

As he says that you finally feel him cum, also allowing the knot in your stomach to finally burst. You bite down, hard on his shoulder, as your whole body shakes underneath him in ecstasy. You thought your brain was mush before, but now it had completely melted into a liquid. It also didn’t help that you loved the feeling of him pumping hot cum into you. The feeling of something so dangerous that also felt so messy and primary sent a flame through your nerves.

You let a couple of pants out as you finally come to. Turning to your right you see chrollo his eyes close since he was out cold. You had hoped when you bit his shoulder and broke the skin that, with your nen, you could put him to sleep before he had cum in you but it seems that hadn’t worked out. As you're trapped underneath the handsome man, you decide it wouldn’t hurt to observe him for a little. Ever so carefully you lightly run your fingers through his hair and then to tracing his features before finally running them across the tattoo on his forehead.

“(Y/n)…” your heart clenches and your fingers tremble as you hear him whisper in his sleep. This is bad. You finally decide it was time to get him off you and it was time for you to make your leave. With a huff, you roll him over before covering with the sheets. You give him one last look before you begin to get dressed, deciding not to even bother cleaning up the cum he pumped into you. You would deal with it when you got back home and we’re able to take a shower, right now you just needed to get the hell out of here. Though before you leave, you decide to neatly fold Chrollo’s clothes and place them on the nightstand beside him, a parting gift if you will. As you place the clothes down and go to leave, a hand grabs your wrist.

You turned, shocked, as you looked at Chrollo. He was hardly able to keep his eyes open and was struggling to even hold onto you. “My Little butterfly… you aren’t going anywhere… you're mine”

You look at him blankly for a couple of seconds before letting out a sad laugh. Damn it. This was supposed to be a fun time but nothing can ever have a happy fairy tale like ending can it?

You lean down placing your forehead down on his. Looking deeply into his silver eyes. “Chrollo. I am your little butterfly. I bet I forever will be but…but…”

You turn your head to the side and savor the last kiss you'll ever share with this man. This extraordinary man that gave you a night you’ll never forget. You slowly pull away watching as his eyes begin to droop again.

“But, Chrollo, you have to be careful. Afterall, A monarch is deadly to a spider.”

And, with that, Chrollo was out. And so were you, not a single trace of you remained in that room. It was like the monarch had never been trapped in Chrollo’s web in the first place.

But, the scars left on those beautiful butterfly wings of yours, Is enough proof that you were there. And that you left, damaged.

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I looove you, so here's a challenge! Use the last message you received on a social media app of your choice, as a prompt to write ANY type of story, with an idol of your choice. If you want to of course 💜💜💜 Stay safeee -evil maknae

Hehehe okay here we go! Oh dang, I turned it a bit angsty in the end >_>

Prompt: “I have no idea why I’m watching this wedding video.”

Pairing: Jae Park x female reader

Word count: 335

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“I have no idea why I’m watching this wedding video.”

“Nor do I,” your roommate Jae agreed, throwing popcorn into his mouth lazily. “You don’t even know this person.”

“I mean, I have watched her videos before,” you offered and Jae merely shrugged. “But I don’t know why I’m watching this one. Maybe I’m curious about their love story.”

“This doesn’t feel intimate though.”

“You’re right, it feels more like a stage production,” you suggested and Jae nodded. “Shouldn’t a wedding feel different than this?”

“Well, it is meant to be about the bride and groom at the end of the day. So many people take it a step too far with paying thousands just to create a video for Youtube.”

You threw a piece of popcorn at Jae, which he cheekily caught with his mouth. “Some Youtubers still make it romantic despite filming their wedding.”

“Would you want to go to these lengths?” he asked and you shook your head. Jae grinned. “Me either. Debt for love isn’t worth it.”

“Your future wife better not want anything fancy then,” you teased but Jae sat up and looked at you pointedly.

“I’m saying to this extreme. Like I said, the day is about just us. Not showing to all your guests how fancy you can be.”

“You’re right. I just want to see the man I love at the end of the aisle and say I do. Then celebrate with friends and family before being whisked off to a hotel for the night.”

“And your bank account won’t cry too much with all of that, depending.”

“Maybe when we fall in love with someone, we’ll understand the actual meaning behind videos like these,” you stated, glancing in Jae’s direction.

“Yeah, because neither of us is in love now, right?”

“Well, we live with each other, don’t we,” you indicated with a laugh, changing out of the video and into something more suited to your usual viewing.

“Yeah, we do,” he answered softly, unheard by you.

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Hellooo! recently I’ve been listening to ‘London boy’ of Taylor swift heheh and I was wondering if you could do smth based on it with benny?💗 :D

Darling, I Fancy You [Request]

Note: This song is so soft and first I was like "Okay, fine" but now after listening it while I was writing I'm practically humming it all the time! It's so so good! Thank you for this request nonnie! 💕💕💕

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You swore that you would never fall in love with an Englishmen. And yet, you were falling deep.

One of the perks of being a model was traveling. A lot of traveling. And meeting people for photoshoots, just like the one and infamous Tigerlily Taylor – with whom you immediately clicked. And partying with Tigerlily was one of the best things that had happened to your American ass when you were in London – along with the time you had spent in your hotel room painting your nails with her, or staying at her house and watching movies as her dad, the one and only drummer in a rock 'n roll band, was asking you what you were watching. So obviously, when you had a shooting in London you had called Tiger, because Tiger was always up to some fun.

You had to spend five days in London for the shooting, which meant that you had a lot of time to meet with your friend and enjoy yourselves while drinking and strolling in the city, especially in Camden market. You loved Camden. The place grew on you as soon as you stepped out the tube dragged by Tiger the first time you came to London after your common shooting. And Camden quickly became your favorite place in the world, especially with your friend.

You were walking, hand in hand with Tiger, showing her again this giant shoe on the frontage of the shoe shop when somebody called your friend's name. You thought it was a fan, but you almost dropped your jaw on the floor when you saw who just touched Tiger's shoulder. You would recognize these green pearly eyes everywhere and anywhere in the world.

Ben – fucking – Hardy.

“Tigerlily,” he repeated as your friend smiled at him before giving him a warm hug. “I haven't seen you for...”

“Ages? Years? Yeah, I know I grew up a lot since the last time,” she joked making him roll his eyes in amusement.

“I'm not that old,” he protested with a gorgeous smile on his face.

“You played my dad, I have the right to think that you're old,” she replied nonchalantly before pointing at you. “Ben, this is y/n, a friend of mine, and y/n this is Ben, he played my dad in a lame biopic about an average rock 'n roll band. Nothing really huge.”

“No Oscar, nothing,” Ben added before holding his hand and you took it, trying to not tremble. “Nice to meet you, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you replied, trying your best to hide the redness of your cheeks.

“What a London boy is doing here, in Camden, you're not a bit too fancy for this place,” she teased him with a little grin.

“I'm meeting my friends on the other side of the bridge, in a pub or something,” he quickly said. “And I suppose you're going to the market, right?”

“Exactly,” Tigerlily said before grabbing you by the shoulders, “this girl over there comes right from America for Camden – and work but work isn't important at all – and of course to see me.”

“You're so humble, Tiger,” you whispered before Ben escaped a little cute laugh.

“She always was, as far as I can remember. Oh,” he continued, “my friend told me about a gig in a pub tonight, we were thinking about going there. So if you're interested...”

“Y/n loves to party,” Tiger replied for you and you felt yourself combust under Ben's gaze.

“Tiger loves to party, I'm just there to follow the fun,” you corrected as casually as possible.

“Great! I'm sending you the info via Instagram then, and...” So he uses his Instagram more than everyone believes he does, you thought. “See you tonight, I suppose.”

Tiger waved him goodbye, and awkwardly, you did the same. You were absolutely screwed, and Tiger knew it and had a blast doing this to you.

“So, now we're looking for a fancy, fancy dress for you,” she stated resting her chin on your shoulder.

“I hate you Tiger, I hate you so so much.”

“You'll love me tonight, or someone else, who knows, who knows,” she remarked jokingly and you rested your head against hers.

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Tiger made you wear this long old-rose silk dress that you loved to wear during summer, she had spent the whole afternoon in your hotel room, making you try on different outfits for tonight – after you stopped by her house to pick up her favorite bob along with a pair of colorful sweatpants and a matching jacket – and you only agreed for this one. She told you that you looked drop dead gorgeous, and that a certain someone would love to see you like this – you missed her with your t-shirt and you were very sad about it.

The gig was in a small pub, and it was a cover band playing songs during the whole evening apparently. You entered the bar, Tigerlily by your side looking for Ben and his friend near the bar, but you found them first. Well, you found Ben and heard his cute laugh from afar – but you couldn't tell Tigerlily, she would tease you forever for that. And in fact, Ben noticed you first and waved to call you right before the band began to play – you were sure that he had recognized Tiger and was waving to her. The presentations were rather quick with his friend who was a really nice guy, he had a contagious smile and a great sense of humor.

You ordered a beer, probably your favorite English beverage along with tea, and listened to the three of them chat as in the background some nice music was played by the band. You smiled from time to time, focused on Ben's eyes and words.

“How do you find London, y/n,” Ben asked you and you had to stop yourself from telling him that you liked him more than London because, let's be honest, that would have been very creepy of you.

“It's really nice, it's always a pleasure to come to London because it's such a welcoming city...”

“And because she loves me,” Tiger interrupted you and you rolled your eyes.

“I was about to say that I'm only friends with you because of your father and how much I admire him, but if you like to think that I love you, you do you,” you teased her and from Ben's lips escaped the purest laugh. Oh God. You took a sip from your beer, feeling your cheeks becoming hotter and hotter by the minute.

“That's true, Roger Taylor is a very inspiring man,” he finally said after a moment.

“He's an adorable man, really,” you added.

“Hey, drummer's fans, I think we should go and dance before you'll start talking about my dad forever and try to make me say things I swore I wouldn't.”

“What,” you said with Ben, in unison before she grabbed you by the hand and slightly tilted her head towards the dancefloor. Ben and his friend followed you, leaving their empty pints on the bar.

The four of you landed on the dancefloor, right in front of the band. You put your hands in the air, dancing by Tiger's side, to the tune of an old rock song; Ben and his friend stood rightin front of you, closing the small dancing circle you formed. He moved with caution, as if he was self-conscious and a bit uneasy, his friend gave him a warm smile and Ben seemed to feel better. Then, he locked eyes with you. You felt some kind of tension, as you smiled to him, feeling suddenly even hotter than you were before. You could drown in his pearly green eyes.

An adrenaline rush made you move a bit closer to him, still dancing as you were with Tiger with a gorgeous smile on your face, making him smile too. You took him by the hand, dancing delicately with him – driven by a kind of madness you never had – and he first looked at you with surprise, but accepted your hand to make you twirl a few times in the crowd as you laughed a bit. For a moment, you forgot who you were, and who he was. You were having fun with a beautiful man, and you didn't care that you had had a crush on him before, because right here and right now you were living one of the best moments of your life.

“You know, I love a London boy...”

You looked at him, as he laughed while dancing sloppily, still a bit shy with a cute grin. You saw how beautiful he was under these reddish lights of the pub, radiating in the middle of the crowd.

“He loves my American smile...”

Tiger put her hands on your waist, dancing right behind you, her head on your shoulder. She saw this sparkle in Ben's eye, a sparkle she never saw before. And from what his friend told her, while the two of you were dancing, it looked good. He took Ben's hand and began to dance with him for a while, as you slowdanced with Tiger between the flashing lights.

“Darling I fancy you...”

You couldn't take your eyes off him, and he constantly tried to catch your gaze while dancing with his friend – a gaze you always had on him. And after a few more minutes – and a small talk with his friend, a mere whisper into his ear – he came up to Tiger and you.

“Y/n, do you want a beer or something?” He asked you, and you nodded before leaving your friend on the dancefloor.

“So I guess all the rumors are true...”

Both of you were falling deep.

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okay friends! here is my first ever fic–hope you all like it! literally just 5.3k of  maylor getting high and having some sexy times!! smut and a lil fluff hehehe (ft. a little deacury makeout sesh!!)

i live for feedback, and would love to get some requests from you guys for other fics, drabbles, headcanons, etc. enjoy, lovies!!

“Brian, darling, you’ve got to lighten up a bit! It’s only marijuana,” Freddie drawled, rolling the rrr sound out for much longer than Brian was comfortable with. It wasn’t that Brian was against smoking, exactly. He had just never really seen the appeal before. He was happy with the buzz from a few beers on occasion, and never really desired more.

“Really, Bri, you’ll love it. Makes the whole world go fuzzy and lovely,” John chimed in, joining in on the peer pressure. Taking a long drag from the joint Roger had expertly rolled a few minutes ago, John let his head loll back on the armrest of the couch he was splayed out on.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mate,” Roger piped in, already enjoying the calming sensation from the few hits he’d taken. “But it does feel nice. Like, real nice,” he added, subtly licking those pouty pink lips Brian could never say no to.

Brian looked around at the three of them, all lounging about on different plush couches and armchairs that decorated the interior of the posh little hotel room they were hanging out in: Freddie stoned out of his mind, John following shortly after, and Roger with that goofy little smile he always got when he was a little too happy.

After thinking a few more moments, Brian shrugged and plucked the joint from John’s fingers, mimicking with his own the way he had seen them all holding it. He brought it up to his lips, looking over at Roger for, perhaps, some encouragement or pride or something else ridiculous that Brian was always trying to get out of him, and took a hit.

He’d obviously smoked cigarettes before, though he had quit them long ago, so the smoke quickly filling his mouth was not an unfamiliar feeling. He breathed in the smoke, the stale burnt-plant taste sticking to his tongue while everything else filled his throat and lungs. He didn’t cough, really, just breathed out a little uneasy, waiting to see what effect it might have.

As soon as he’d exhaled, John broke out into a round of applause, followed by Freddie shouting, “Bravo, darling! Couldn’t be more proud! We’ll make a proper druggie of you yet, my love!” Roger didn’t do much else but smirk, and snatch the joint from between Brian’s fingers to take his own puff from it. “Want another, Bri? I don’t think one hit will do much for you anyhow,” Roger asked, blowing smoke out his mouth as he said it. And god, if it didn’t just look so attractive when Roger did it, smoking might not seem so appealing to Brian in that moment.

So Brian took another drag, a little longer this time, holding it a bit deeper. Almost as soon as he breathed out again, he could feel some sort of funny foreign sensation take him over. It wasn’t all-consuming by any means, not like getting properly plastered. It began slowly, more like his sense of time was getting slightly warped, calming him fractionally. He looked across to Roger, unable to help the giddy smile that spread across his face as he scanned the drummer’s features. It felt like it took ages to take his eyes off Roger, starting with those damned babydoll eyes, to the slightly upturned slope of his nose, down to those rosy lips he always fancied to steal a glance at.

“Alright, Bri?” Roger asked, almost a whisper, eyebrow cocking ever so slightly.

“Yeah. Alright,” Brian replied, blinking his eyes through what felt like the thickest air he’d ever breathed. Everything was moving so slow, but in a good way. Like he’d never have to take his eyes off Roger if things stayed like this. His head would stay warm and filled with these pretty little images of Roger smirking at him like that.

“Boys, I think we’ve done it,” Roger chuckled, getting Freddie and John’s attention, “I think Bri’s properly stoned!”

Freddie and John immediately began cackling, getting just as much enjoyment out of the slightly ridiculous face Brian was making as he tried to reconcile his movements with the strange, strange way his head was starting to feel.

“Isn’t it wonderful, Bri? I told you you’d love it. Makes you feel so good, dunnit? Makes you want to lay down and hug everything,” Freddie mused, crawling over to where John was laying on the floor to give him a full-bodied hug. “And kiss everyone,” he giggled, pressing little wet kisses to John’s cheek. The bassist immediately blushed pink, trying to push Freddie away to save his own dignity. “Not in front of the boys, Fred,” John chuckled, quiet and sheepish.

Brian pried his eyes from the little scene Freddie was making to look over at Roger again, his mind going blurry and tranquil. Roger did the same, as he knew John didn’t like it when Freddie was so publicly affectionate toward him, smiling wide and happy as he locked eyes with Brian.

“Fred’s right,” Roger said, voice low as he scooted closer to Brian on the couch they shared. “Makes you want to do all sort of things,” he almost-whispered, gently removing the joint from between Brian’s fingers so he could take another drag. He then stood up and announced, “Alright, boys. This has been lovely, but I’m quite tired. Gonna go to bed.”

With the joint, and a wink to Brian, Roger left the room to go down to the hall the the room he was actually meant to be staying in. All four of them always got their own hotel rooms on tours, but they usually ended up just hanging out and sharing until Freddie and John wanted to fuck–which is exactly what it looked like they were about to do, Brian realized–and he certainly did not want to be there for that.

“Um,” Brian mumbled, standing up shakily, “I think… I’ll go to bed as well. Night lads,” he said, the drugs clearly having no effect on his ability to be intensely awkward at times, his two other bandmates already snogging wildly on the floor next to him.

However, instead of going to his own room, Brian decided he still wanted to hang out with Roger. The high was making all his pining much more intense, somehow. He didn’t think it was ever possible for Roger to get prettier than he usually was, but somehow the drugs put Brian on a whole new level of worship for the drummer.

“Rog?” he whispered, giving a light knock on Roger’s door. “Fred and John are, um, you know. They’re… can I come in? Hang out a bit?” he asked, words coming out lazy and a little slurred. Roger answered the door, slightly less dressed than the last time Brian saw him.

He answered the door in quite the outfit: just some grey boxer briefs and a billowy open button-down that Brian recognized as his own. “Course, Bri. Come on in,” he said, welcoming Brian into the room.

“Is that… is that my shirt, Rog?” Brian asked, eyes scanning his entire body, from the wispy blonde hairs on his legs, up to the bare chest peeking out from his shirt, right up to that bloody adorable face he always had on.

“Suppose it is, Bri. Problem?” he asked, definitely aware of the once-over Brian was giving him. Brian didn’t notice the little smirk on Roger’s face as his band member gave his whole body a scan.

“No, no. No problem,” Brian mumbled, head spinning with an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. He was so fucking happy, standing across from Roger wearing hardly anything except his own clothing that was adorably oversized on the drummer’s smaller frame. “I just, um. Didn’t know you had it, and I think I’m like. Really high?” he giggled, eyes crinkling up at the sides.

“Good, glad that one’s settled. You do realize you’re stoned off your ass, yeah?” Roger laughed, leading Brian inside to take a seat on the bed he’d just been lounging around on.

“Yeah, I’ve gathered that,” Brian replied, his already soft spoken manner somehow even softer now. “Feels quite nice though. Like everything’s just… dreamy. Like, I keep looking at you and it’s just how you’ve always been–‘cause you’ve always been nice and cute and everything. But this is like… different. Like Fred said. It’s like I could have a big cuddle and hug you forever and not have it be enough, I think. Y’know?”

Roger grinned, lip quirking up at every new ridiculous word that was spilling from Brian’s mouth. “You think I’m cute?” he asked, cheeky as ever, hiding a little blush on his cheeks.

Brian sighed, like he had been keeping his admiration for Roger a secret and he was suddenly being found out. Because, after all, it wasn’t truly a secret.

It started as a running joke within the band–Freddie taking jabs at him for always following Roger around like a lost puppy, John making some snide remark about how Brian always had “heart eyes” for Roger when he had a solo–but Brian never found the comedy in it. Roger, too, caught on to the way Brian would look at him, catch his eyes lingering on his lips while they were talking, the way his hands might catch a little too long on the small of his back when they’d hug. But Roger didn’t mind it at all, not in the least. He always leaned into it, let Brian admire him, stare, touch, linger as much as he wanted.

So Roger would do it, too. He’d catch Brian staring and return it with a wink, hug him a little tighter so their hips fit right up against each other, bury his face into Brian’s neck to breathe in his scent. Not things they talked about, nothing they’d ever mention. It wasn’t all too serious.

Until suddenly, stoned out of his mind, it felt very serious to Brian. Serious enough for Brian to reach out and take Roger’s hand in his own, studying it carefully, slipping his own fingers between Roger’s and holding them like that.

“You’re more than cute, Rog. You’re bloody wonderful. Like, the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” Brian said, voice low and light, almost inaudible. “So talented and beautiful a-and everybody loves you so much, y’know. Even if you’re a bit of a dick sometimes. I think you’re sweet, really.”

Roger blinked up at Brian, eyes wide in disbelief. “Bri, are you serious, or just taking the piss? Because it’s not funny if you are!”

“I’m not,” Brian replied calmly, stroking his thumb over the top of Roger’s hand as if to let him know just how serious he was being. “I just think you’re lovely.”

And with that, Brian leaned in carefully until his lips were pressed gently against Roger’s. It felt like it took a million years to travel the distance between their mouths and finally get himself to exactly where he wanted to be–kissing his best friend.

Roger, though a bit taken aback at first, melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. He let Brian kiss him slow, smooth, a bit chaste for Roger’s taste, honestly. But it was so sweet, so Brian, that he couldn’t even complain. He let Brian carefully prod his mouth open with his tongue, one hand moving to sink into the fluffy mess that was Roger’s hair.

After a minute or so, Roger got with the program and gave it right back to Brian, gripping at his shoulders and coming back at him with small nips to his lower lip and his tongue nudging a bit more aggressively into his mouth.

Before either of them could realize, they were falling back onto the bed, Roger half on top of Brian and leaving not a centimeter of space anywhere between them. Brian let his hands wander down to the shirt of his that Roger was wearing, and pushing it right off his shoulders to get his hands on the silky pale skin of his chest. This left Roger with close to nothing on besides his underwear, and Brian still completely clothed.

“So pretty,” Brian murmured up against his mouth, almost unaware of what he was saying.

It was all too erotic for Roger already, spread out on top of Brian with hardly anything to cover up just how much he was enjoying all of this. Of course he’d thought about it before, but never dreamed it would be quite as lovely as this. Brian was so gentle with him, almost like if he did everything he truly wanted with him, Roger might break–Brian’s hands ghosting over his chest, right down to his hips, holding him so tenderly. Roger had never had anyone treat him like this, handle him so delicately, let alone call him pretty.

“Bri,” Roger breathed in between kisses, trying to catch his breath as his mind raced to catch up with what was happening.

“Yeah, Rog? Are you–are you okay? Is this alright? I’m sorry if I was too forward,” he said, moving to sit up before Roger pushed him back down.

“Bri, no, it’s fine. Very fine. Bloody brilliant really,” he sighed, “I just really, uh, liked what you said before. About, being like, the prettiest person or whatever,” Roger said, ducking his head down into Brian’s chest so he might not see him blush so hard. “And I think,” he began, “I’d like it if you, um, if you would say it again.”

Brian was so fucking relieved to hear that, scared momentarily that Roger was going to tell him that this was a big mistake and snogging your friends wasn’t right or that just didn’t want Brian in the first place. But this–this was so much better.

“God, of course, Rog,” Brian exhaled, laughing with relief. He kissed him once more and pulled him closer by the hips, making sure he was looking into his eyes when he said, “You’re so fucking pretty, Roger. Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Roger couldn’t even try to hide how much he loved hearing that, even surprised by it himself. His hips gave an involuntary roll down against Brian’s, breathing heavy as Brian showered him with praise.

“Get your kit off,” Roger breathed, rolling to the side so Brian could shed his clothes.

“Right, yeah,” Brian replied, eyes going wide as he did as he was told. He stripped off his shirt first, his trousers following suit.

“Much better,” Roger smiled, leaning up to kiss Brian once he was down to his boxers.

Brian was by no means a virgin, not even close, but something about Roger or the pot or something was making it feel like he had never truly been touched before, not like this. Every single one of his nerve endings flared each time Roger’s hands spread over his skin, let alone that mouth, god. Roger was kissing down Brian’s neck, cheeky little teeth nibbling every so often. All Brian could do was let out breathy little gasps as he let Roger have his way, little red and purple spots blooming wherever his mouth touched.

“Roger,” Brian sighed, getting the blond’s attention as he continued to kiss his way down Brian’s body.

“Yeah, mate?” Roger responded, the platonic nickname just a reflex at this point.

“Uh,” Brian laughed, shaking his head with incredulity, “first of all, can you not call me mate when I’ve got a hard on for you?”

“Sorry, sorry. Force of habit,” Roger replied, shrugging apologetically before he took notice of what Brian was talking about. “You are pretty hard, aren’t you, love?” he teased, ducking down so he was face-level with Brian’s crotch. He ran the very tip of his nose up Brian’s covered shaft, letting his breath ghost over the stretched out cotton.

“Rog,” Brian whined at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut. “That’s not… not what I was going to say,” he continued, words coming to him uneasily as he tried to balance the feeling of being stoned with the feeling of Roger’s face that close to his dick.

“What is it, Bri?” Roger asked, hands scratching at Brian’s bare thighs as his mouth hovered over Brian’s briefs, looking up at him with faux innocence.

“Was gonna ask if I could suck you off,” he replied, trying to find his words through the fog of intoxication and arousal.

Roger’s eyebrows practically jumped to his hairline, if only because it was so shocking to hear those words come from Brian fucking May.

“Bri, I’d love that. I really would,” he sighed, “But I know your mouth has got to be dry as hell from smoking, and I don’t want to put either of us through that, love.”

Brian took a minute to assess what Roger had said, realizing Roger was right. He hadn’t noticed it too much before, as he was thoroughly distracted by Roger’s tantalizing kisses, but his mouth did feel pretty horrendously dry.

“Oh,” Brian settled on, “you’re right. Another time then,” he said, disappointment clear in his voice. And God, did that kill Roger. Everything Brian did, he always did it so earnestly, so enthusiastically. To think he was actually sad he wasn’t going to get to suck Roger off had the drummer’s heart positively melting.

Roger crawled back up Brian’s body to give him a firm kiss on the lips, then leaning back to get a good look at him: messy curly brown hair, red-rimmed blown out eyes, and that sweet sincere face of his. “You really wanted to blow me, huh?” Roger asked, licking his lips. “Is that what you came over here for? Couldn’t stop thinking about getting your mouth on me? Wanted to see me fall apart with my cock down your throat? Saying your name and begging for more?” he questioned, cracking a smirk.

“Christ, Rog,” Brian mewled, hips rolling up against the blond’s involuntarily, “you’re fucking filthy.” He almost laughed out of shock, never thinking he’d hear words like that come out of his best friend’s mouth.

“I’m filthy?” Roger retorted, already thinking up the next thing that would get Brian even more riled up. “Love, you’ve no idea what kind of thoughts I’ve had about you,” he admitted, “God, Bri, you get me so fucking hot, don’t even have to try,” he continued, hips shifting subtly against Brian’s, just enough to get a tiny bit of friction going between their clothed erections.

“Think about you all the time. When we’re on stage, recording, especially at night, though,” Roger went on. “Wonder how it’d feel if you fucked me, what you’d look like, sound like saying my name. Gotten off so many times thinking about it,” he said, reaching down to palm Brian over his briefs, slow and almost teasing.

“M-Me, too,” Brian choked out, head swimming from the feeling of Roger’s hand that was rubbing his cock, driving him mad. “Think about fucking you more than I’d care to admit.”

Roger smirked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Yeah? What do you think about, Bri? How d’you wanna fuck me?” he asked, one hand tugging at Brian’s underwear to get them off so he could actually stroke his cock.

“Oh, Rog,” Brian moaned, trying to get his brain to form coherent thought so he could respond properly, taking a minute to think. “Think about you on your hands and knees for me, fucking you from the back, ah, pulling your hair, making you b-beg,” Brian explained, words shaky from all the pleasure that was coursing through him from the dry friction of Roger’s hand.

“Fuck, Brian,” Roger sighed, shutting his eyes as his own cock throbbed at the thought.

“S-sometimes,” Brian continued, “think about you on your back, looking up at me. Those beautiful blue eyes, like. Ah, so pretty, Rog. Just want to hold you and fill you up and make you feel so fucking good.”

The rhythm of Roger’s hand on Brian’s cock faltered, a little gasp escaping his lips in response to Brian’s words. His rubbed his hips up against Brian’s thigh, dying for some satisfaction as all the words he’d always wanted to hear spilled from Brian’s mouth.

“Keep going,” Roger pleaded, spitting on his palm so he could get Brian’s cock wet as he continued to jerk him.

Brian nodded, adjusting to the new feeling on his shaft with a little moan before he went on. “Wanna hold you down, watch you take it. God, I know you would. You’d take it so well, wouldn’t you? My good boy, look at you,” Brian breathed, watching as Roger stroked him, one hand coming up to nestle into Roger’s hair and give it a little tug.

Roger let out a little moan, hips shifting against Brian’s thigh as he fucked his clothed cock up against it, trying to focus on what his hand was doing. It was getting hard to concentrate, though, his head now full of the filth that was spilling out of Brian’s mouth. It was exactly what he wanted, like Brian had secretly been in his head for years now and knew all the fucked up fantasies he always had about his best friend.

“Fuck me,” Roger whined, “please. If you keep talking I’m gonna come in my fucking pants and it’ll be so embarrassing, Bri. I’m so fucking hard for you, please, fucking anything.”

Brian took the opportunity to flip things around, push Roger onto his back and get on top of him. He yanked Roger’s briefs down to his ankles and took his cock in his hand, stroking him slowly.

“Brian,” Roger begged, eyes screwed shut with pleasure as Brian worked him over. Brian never seen Roger anything like this before, so needy and desperate–all for him.

“That’s it, love,” Brian whispered, nibbling on his ear, “I’ve got you.”

He leaned down and kissed Roger, wet and soft and messy, leaving a trail of them all the way down to his neck. He ran his thumb up and over Roger’s tip, wet and sticky with his arousal, smearing it all over his own hand to get it a little slicker.

“Bri, I-I can’t, I’m close,” Roger breathed, hips shifting up against Brian’s hand as he leaned into the little kisses that Brian was covering his chest with.

“That’s it, love. Come on. My pretty boy,” Brian cooed, using his free hand to brush the hair out of Roger’s face. The blond suddenly seized up, mouth dropping open as he shot off in Brian’s hand, a strangled little moan escaping his throat.

Roger looked almost sheepish as he came down from his high, as if he was embarrassed at how good Brian had made him feel. Brian just smiled and kissed him hard, giggling against his mouth as he wiped his soiled hand on the sheets next to him.

“You laughing at me?” Roger asked, a disbelieving laugh leaving his own mouth at Brian’s reaction to his orgasm.

“No, no,” Brian responded, giddy as ever. “I just… ‘m still a bit high and I can’t actually believe that just happened, y’know?”

“Oh, I know,” Roger snorted, shaking his head. “God, I can’t believe half the shit you just said to me. If I’d known you were capable of that… I’d have gotten you high years ago.”

Brian kissed him again, pecking his lips once, twice, three times. “Guess pot makes me a little more descriptive about how I want to fuck you,” he chuckled, cock rubbing up against Roger’s thigh as a reminder of how aroused he still very much was.

“I think pot just makes you horny, love. Perfectly normal,” Roger shrugged, hand skimming down Brian’s side and around to get a handful of his ass.

Brian lurched at the touch, surprised and pleased at the contact. “What are you doing with that now?” he asked, eyeing Roger with suspicion.

“Oh nothing,” Roger replied, looking up at him with squinty, playful eyes. “Just thought I might try something,” he teased, now gripping both of Brian’s cheeks.

“Try what?” Brian raised an eyebrow, head still riding his high from before, making things a little bit fuzzy for him.

“I just, uh,” Roger began, looking bashful and mischievous at the same time somehow, “I’ve always found that when I’m high, getting fingered is, like, really nice.”

Oh, Brian thought, now that’s different.

He paused, considering Roger’s proposition. Brian was a top through and through, had never had it any other way. Never even had his ass played with, definitely not fingered. But with Roger’s hands on his ass, and the excitement in those baby blue eyes of his, Brian kind of wanted to give it a go.

“We don’t have to,” Roger reminded him, sensing the hesitation in Brian’s expression, “but I’ve got some lube in my suitcase, and I think I could make it really good for you.” He kissed Brian’s neck as he let the guitarist contemplate the suggestion, sucking a tiny purple mark just below his ear.

Brian shivered at the thought of Roger’s hands, his fingers, how they might feel inside of him. He figured if pot could make all the regular stuff feel better than ever, surely it would make getting fingered feel just as great, right?

“Yeah, I want to,” Brian finally said, exhaling shakily, “Want your fingers in me.”

Roger grinned, kissing Brian before he rolled him off to go and grab the lube. It gave Brian a minute to contemplate the tingling in his spine from the pot, the blood still rushing to his cock, the feeling of the little marks Roger had left all over his chest and neck. It was the most debauched and delighted Brian had ever felt in his life.

“Alright, Bri. Let’s see how this goes, hm? Promise it’ll be good. And if it’s not, we can stop and you can just fuck my face, alright?”

Brian almost choked at the thought, shutting his eyes as his cock throbbed. He was now laying on his back, thighs spread a bit so the Roger could fit in between them as he crawled back up on the bed, fingers now properly slicked up.

“Alright, Rog. Come on,” Brian sighed, impatient as ever.

“Relax, babe. Gotta take it slow at first,” Roger replied, pressing a sweet kiss to Brian’s lips as his hand slipped between his legs.

He let the kiss fall into a messier rhythm, nibbling at Brian’s bottom lip and tonguing into his mouth, just to make sure he was truly enjoying himself as his fingers probed at Brian’s entrance.

“Pretty tight, aren’t you, love?” Roger chuckled, affection clear in his voice as he slipped a finger in to the first knuckle, careful to be gentle about it.

“Oh,” Brian sighed at the foreign feeling, kissing Roger back as best he could while he got used to Roger’s fingers.

Roger pushed his finger all the way in finally, pumping in and out as he felt around for that sweet little spot he knew Brian would scream for.

“You like it?” Roger asked, trying to read the expression on Brian’s face–a mixture of pleasure and confusion.

“I like you,” Brian replied without hesitation, immediately giggling after he’d said it. “I mean, uh, yeah. ‘S nice. Mostly ‘cause it’s you.”

Roger had no idea how Brian May got him to blush while he was the one getting fingered. Bloody amazing.

“You’re a sap,” Roger sighed, sinking a second finger into Brian as he said it.

Brian let out a little moan at that, enjoying the fuller feeling quite thoroughly, though he wasn’t exactly sure what all the hype was about just yet.

They made out while Roger leisurely pumped his fingers in and out of Brian, finally curling them in such a way that made Brian tense up, yell out in pleasure.

“Oh, Rog. My god, right there. Bloody, fuck!” he moaned, spreading his thighs a bit wider.

“That’s it, Bri. There we go. Is that where you like it? Gonna make you cum on my fingers, hm? Told you you’d like it, darling.”

Brian nodded, impossibly turned on by the cocky filth that was spilling from Roger’s mouth and the feeling of his fingers inside of him. He was absolutely squirming beneath the blond, gasping and panting and glowing from the pleasure.

As if all that wasn’t enough, Roger used his free hand to grip Brian’s dick, giving it a few measured strokes. All of it was too much for Brian, overwhelmed with how full he felt, the friction on his cock, and Roger’s beautiful eyes staring down at him like he was hanging in the Louvre or something.

“Rog,” he gasped, “fuck, I love you.”

And, with that, he was spilling into Roger’s hand, spasming and moaning like he never had before. His head was reeling, seeing stars, and too high to comprehend what he’d just done.

As he came down, Roger pulled his fingers out and immediately got up to go clean up in the ensuite bathroom. He left Brian to sit there in his post-orgasm mess, sobering slightly as he realized what had come out of his mouth a few seconds ago.

Left all alone now, Brian was terrified. He knew he had taken it too far, had made all of this weird. God, he was probably going to turn Roger off forever, and they’d never get to do any of this again. Such an idiot, he thought to himself, listening to the faucet run in the bathroom.

A few seconds later, Roger came back with a warm washcloth and threw it to Brian, wide smile on his face.

“Better clean up, love. You look a right state,” Roger laughed, not a trace of awkwardness or tension in his demeanor. It was as if Brian hadn’t said anything strange at all.

Brian nodded and wiped himself up, throwing the washcloth off to the side as he waited anxiously for Roger to address what he’d said mid-orgasm.

To Brian’s surprise, Roger just climbed right into bed with him, pulled the covers up and cuddled into his side. Brian was tense, unsure of what to do, confused as to why Roger wasn’t freaking out on him.

Instead, Roger was doing quite the opposite. He had taken to pressing little kisses to Brian’s pectoral, nuzzling into the crook of his underarm like a little house cat. It was bloody adorable, is what it was, but Brian was still terribly confused. Until Roger spoke: “Did you mean it?” he asked, voice all light and raspy.

“D-did I? I mean, uh. The thing I said? Before?” Brian replied, flustered and blushing harder than ever.

“Yeah,” Roger said, laughing at Brian’s clear awkwardness, “when you said you loved me. ‘S alright if you didn’t. I get it. Fingers up your ass can make you say all kinds of things.”

Brian shook his head, finally allowing himself to make eye contact with Roger once again. “I meant it. Yeah. Of course, I love you. You’re my best mate, Rog.”

Roger smiled, leaning up to kiss him, sweet and soft and perfect. “I love you, too, mate,” he teased, hinting at how utterly ridiculous Brian was being.

“Gosh, Rog. You know what I bloody well mean!” he laughed, cheeks burning bright red, “I love you, like properly. I let you put a hand up my ass, alright? If that’s not love, I reckon I don’t know what is!”

This time, Roger was in stitches, giggling into Brian’s chest. “Seemed to enjoy it, though, didn’t you, love?” he teased.

“Was nice,” Brian replied, sharing the laughter with his best friend now, trying to act like he hadn’t just been crying and moaning at the feeling.

“And you liked smoking, yeah?”

“Yeah, I liked it alright.”

“Hm. Alright. I’ll keep that in mind.”