#musician! bur x reader

[ax-y10]

musician! bur mood board and headcanons

so, i've decided that i am going to be impatient and make headcanons for the inages and how they relate to musician! bur.

i also may or may not have chosen the images with the intent of making headcanons.

oh, and the layout for the order of the photos: first row: 1, 2, 3 second row: 4, 5, 6 third row: 7, 8, 9

anyways, headcanons below the cut:

1. "your voice is my favourite sound"

when wilbur is stuck in a writer's block, he'll listen more intently to when you talk and what you're talking about.

if he thinks it can be used in a song, he'll definitely record the conversation without you knowing.

he'll hint at the fact he wants to use that conversation as backing vocals and such, saying "your voice is my favourite sound" and will casually take a photo of you when you blush at his sly remark.

he wants to make sure every rant, conversation, and random sentences you voice are recorded in history, whether it be in his songs, on his phone, or stored on his computer to listen to as he works.

2. "everything's better with a little background music"

he will say this when you both are doing domestic activities, beabadoobee or the arctic monkeys playing on his speaker

"everything's better with a little background music" when you're washing the dishes, maintaining the lawn, when he's playing guitar for you in his room, when he shouts over the running water of the shower

he lives by this motto. it's constantly uttered every other minute of the day.

absolutely somehow pisses of his bandmates by bringing you on tour and muttering "everything's better with a little background music" at midnight to keep you awake, and just hearing mark shout "wilbur! shut up!"

3. "but wilbur! it's cool!"

one day, you had a need to take photos and keep them to look at later. one of the victims was wilbur's record collection and his headphones

you hadn't brought it up with him, but once he walked into the room with you positioning the headphones and touching his record collection, of course he was going to be anxious. that's his favourite collection!

"y/n! what are you doing?" he said, frantic, almost startling you. "i'm taking photos, wil," it didn't ease him at all. "yes! but i love that collection! please don't touch them!" you paused. "but wilbur! it's cool!"

when you showed you the photo later, he was over-joyed and begged you to make more. as long as you didn't hurt his music.

4. "you look pretty..."

it was a date, and you'd both decided that you were going to go record shopping so you could expand your own collection. wilbur's excuse was that "the atmosphere in the stores are cool! you have to see it!"

wilbur had his phone out the entire time, even though you had asked him to put it away because you felt awkward

you heard him utter "you look pretty..." while you were sifting through different records, immediately looking up at him and seeing a bright flash

when you got home, you saw a different background on his phone. it was the photo he took of you when he called you pretty.

5. "wilbur. smile!"

you were trying to take photos of him after lovejoy performed a gig, but he either wasn't staying still, was somewhere different to you or had the most default expression on his face.

"darling, hold on. let me put my stuff away then you can take a photo," you would not take such disrespect /j

"wilbur. stop real quick" and he stilled, and looked at you, so very unimpressed, so you took a funny photo of him through a small fit of giggles

"wilbur. smile!" you said, hoping to get a better photo, but he walked off, clearly exhausted from the day. so you joined him in bed while showing him all the photos you had of him. he fell asleep...

6. "music heals"

his birthday was coming up soon and you desperately needed to get him a gift. you thought a guitar pick would be perfect because all of his current picks were slowly being worn down from constant playing.

you found a website online that made custom picks, and you were grateful that they were uk based, making it easier to get it shipped to where you lived on time.

you got "music heals" engraved onto the pick, because it was what you always said when wilbur has in a rough spot. and he always ran to get his guitar and happily played for himself while you watched with soft eyes.

when he got it, he cried genuine 'i love you' tears. immediately engulfing you in a bear hug, he pressed soft, loving kisses across your face

7. "you've made a mess!"

for months, you sat in wilburs room with him, watching random videos he had on his phone and listening to silly stories from when they record in the studio

so the first day you go in there to watch in person, you were shocked by what the group left at the end of each rehearsal, specifically wilbur.

mark, joe, and ash all cleaned up after themselves at the end of the studio session, but wilbur left his things on the ground, leaving more mess for everyone else to clean up. you quickly snapped a phot and walked up to wilbur, holding the phone close to his face.

"you've made a mess!" you said, faux angry, clearly meant to be a snarky remark, but wilbur showed the opposite effect. "yes, sweetheart. i'll clean it up in a second," you had to clean it up because he fell asleep

8. "i love it!"

it was after a lovejoy gig when a small meet and greet had created itself. everyone either had a gift for wilbur or wanted to take a photo.

every gift he got, he replied with an enthusiastic "thank you so much!" but one gift stuck out to both you and wilbur.

at this specific gig, you were at his side, half asleep and leaning against him. wilbur would bring every gift into your line of view and you'd give a small smile.

but this gift was a drawing of a record player and a record on it, the small spotify listening line at the bottom. his loud "i love it!" broke you out of your sleepy state, and yet again, another gift was in your eyesight. "i love it!" you'd say, before dragging his ass to bed.

9. "without music, life would be a mistake"

yet again, this is another quote of wilbur's, and is specifically uttered when he feels like shit and is listening to music.

when you both are on a flight with lovejoy, on a car ride with the sorry boys, or simply walking somewhere, you share headphones, and you both listen to his music.

you can sense when he feels like shit, so you whisper under your breath, looking up at him "without music, life would be a mistake" which immediately causes him to look down at you.

with shock in his eyes at the sudden string of words, his flat expression is replaced with a small smile, and he mutters the words back to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before continuing to listen.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

OKAY DIFFERENT IDEA.

when we went on a tour with lovejoy bc were in the band like leandra trumpet<3

wilbur x reader pls:)

LOVE YOUR WRITING<33

LITERALLY SCREAMING THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

AHHH BRO UR SO SWEET I LITERALLY AM OBSESSED W UR WRITING

literally in love

musician!bur x fem!reader

warnings: reader called "girlfriend", panic, insanely cute fluff

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a/n: this request is my literal everything !! i was literally blushing the entire time i wrote this

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We were in the van on the way to our next gig. Well, their next gig. It was my first one joining Lovejoy, and I'm so grateful I was given this opportunity.

Wilbur looked at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Y/n, you're going to do lovely, darling. They'll love you!"

I smiled at him, but I was still in doubt. "What if they only like me because they find out we're dating? I don't want anything to happen to your career because of me-"

Wilbur placed his hand lightly over my mouth. "Love, please don't worry about that! They'll love you for you, and if they don't, they better watch out!" he joked.

I laughed and kicked my feet up into my seat and leaned my head on Will's shoulders. He kissed the top of my forehead and started scrolling through the Lovejoy fanart on Twitter, showing me occasionally the ones he really loved.

A couple hours later, we finally got to the destination of the gig. The adrenaline ran through my veins, and I was so incredibly nervous-excited. I grabbed my trumpet case and some wires and headed inside to the dressing rooms. I found my room with a sign on it that said my name and headed inside, leaving the door behind me open just in case the sound directors needed to come in.

My back was facing the door as I oiled my trumpet valves, making sure that it was perfect for tonight. 5 hours until show time. I paused and sighed nervously.

I suddenly felt someone come behind me and hug me. "W-who is that?! I will literally beat your ass." I said in panic.

The someone behind me laughed. "Nice to see you too, darlin'." Wilbur chuckled.

"Oh, hi Will. Is everything on stage okay?" I said, turning around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

He nodded. "Yeah, everything's alright. Just wanted to check in on you before the show."

"I'm doing fine. I just need to tune with Leandra and I'll be okay."

Wilbur hm'd in response. He grabbed my chin and pulled it upwards to look at him directly, and kissed me on the lips. I swear, my legs folded for this man. I wrapped my hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss. He pulled away and nuzzled his nose on mine.

"I love you. Go tune with Leandra now, I don't want you sounding like shit." he joked.

I sneered. I grabbed my trumpet case and Will leaned against the wall frame and crossed his arms and legs, looking and me and my every move. As I walked out, I flipped out and heard a dramatic gasp faintly as I walked farther out to meet Leandra.

Leandra and I took 20 minutes to tune, and another 20 to practice a bunch of songs that we were performing tonight. I knew all the lyrics and notes by heart from hearing Wilbur at the studio or constantly leaving their songs on repeat, but it was always important to practice just in case.

We both got called in with the rest of Lovejoy and their openers to do a soundcheck. Eventually, everything worked out perfectly and we were ready to go. Ash had checked the windows and had said the queue had already started to wrap around the building.

Wilbur squeezed my hand in reassurance and smiled at me before walking over to Joe and Mark.

Leandra and I made a few Tiktoks that we would post after the show, and the nerves were starting to set in. I grabbed my phone off the stand and walked back over to Will and hugged him from the side. I accidentally startled him a little, but I laughed at it and dug my face more into his sweater.

I peeked my head up and stood back up. "How the actual fuck are you wearing a sweater? You're going to be dying of heat on stage!" I said. Mark and Joe laughed at my comment.

"Gonna make sure I serve for the edits." Wilbur joked, winking at me. I felt heat brush onto my cheeks. Will laughed at my reaction.

Our sound director then came in and gave us our earbuds for on stage. Will surprised me by ordering a custom pair with my favorite color that matched his. Everyone else had either black or white ones to go with their outfit.

I stared at the earbuds and then looked at Wilbur. "Will, they're going to see the matching ones and go feral."

Wilbur laughed softly. "That's the point, darling. I need to make sure everyone knows you're mine." I felt myself blushing again and I hit his shoulder.

Leandra looked at us. "You two are disgusting and adorable at the same time." she said, laughing.

Wilbur smiled and looked down at me and kissed me quickly.

And then after that, all I knew was that we were going on stage. Walking on fucking stage. Leandra was assuring me that the crowd will love me, and we were both quickly fixing our valves. I was pretty sure the crowd saw two stands for the trumpet, one for Leandra and one "mystery stand" for me.

All of us came on stage, and the bright lights instantly hit me and I could already feel myself starting to heat up. The crowd cheered and I could see some people wondering who the fuck I am. I laughed in my head at them. Wilbur did his usual introduction, and now, he was supposed to introduce me.

"Now, you guys may be seeing a lovely trumpet player next to Leandra in the back there," he said, pointing at me. Leandra and I waved. "That is y/n! Everyone say hello." he said, dragging out the 'o'. The crowd yelled in response.

Wilbur grinned and grabbed the microphone. "Y/n, could you come up for a second, please?" I nodded in agreement, and walked over to the front of the stage, stepping over the many wires and gadgets on the stage floor.

I grabbed the microphone. "Hey!" I said, smiling.

I gave Wilbur the microphone back. "Y/n is my very lovely girlfriend," the crowd yelled in surprise at his words. "And she'll be playing in the back there tonight! Now, how do we think about getting started?"

The crowd screamed in agreement once again. Wilbur grinned and looked at Mark to start playing the drumkit.

Throughout the gig, Wilbur's energy went skyrocketing. It was honestly really cool to see him like this right near me. He looked at me a couple times during certain lyrics, and I never missed a singular beat with my trumpet. Leandra looked at me with approval.

"Thank you so much for tonight, Brighton! Good night!" Wilbur yelled into the mic. All of us walked off the stage and all hugged eachother.

Wilbur came up to me and kissed me. "You did amazing out there, darling. I told you they would love you!"

I smiled. "Thank you. You sounded great as well." I said, kissing him again and hugging him. Wilbur swayed us from side to side slowly as we hugged. "I'm literally in love with you." I said, softly in his ear.

Let's just say I will definitely be doing this again.

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[writersdare]

Korean Quest | Bang Chan 방찬 Drabble

Pairing: boyfriend!Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: One day Y/N spontaneously decided to cook Korean dish for Chan.

Warning: fluff, mentioning of food

Word Count: 631 (drabble)

Author’s Note: This one was so fun to write! It was nice experience to try something light for a change, as usually angst is a must-have in my works. I hope you'll enjoy reading it ♡ Please, keep in mind that I do not know how to cook the dish, and even though I did my research, there might be some mistakes. Requests are open ♡

Chan has been complaining about his favourite tteokbokki (떡볶이) being too spicy for almost an hour yesterday. It’s quite a mystery why he bought one with chili paste at first place, but Y/N didn’t ask many questions to avoid that conversation going for another hour or so. However, the next day, while she was having a lunch break at work, the girl decided to plan their dinner herself, texting Chan a short “let me do it”, so he wouldn’t order something ridiculous again. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t exactly plan to cook anything herself, but scrolling through the menu of a restaurant, the girl realised she really wanted to try to make something Korean. Indeed, it was rather scary, as her culinary skills were far from perfection, especially when it came to national cuisine of her boyfriend, yet she was eager to try. Making sure she had all ingredients she needed, Y/N turned on a YouTube video once again and started making tteokbokki with a non-spicy soy-based sauce. Time to time the girl was coming back to a thought that all of it was a bad idea, and she only hoped for the dish to be more or less edible. After few unsuccessful attempts, there finally was a plate of tteokbokki on the kitchen counter. The dish smelled delicious, and the taste was similar to the one she had tried in the restaurant last week. Y/N was proud of herself, even though she managed to turn the kitchen into a total mess during the cooking process. 

“What happened here?” Chan, coming back from a music studio, entered the room and observed the surrounding. “Did you have a party here?” he chuckled and glanced at a plate with some weird mixture next to a sink. It was Y/N’s first attempt of the sauce, and Chan was about to dip his finger in it. 

“Don’t!” the girl caught his wrist and stared at her boyfriend with a horror in the eyes, so he even got worried. “It’s a bad one. But I made another one, and it’s much better. I made tteokbokki for you,” her lips quickly stretched in a big and proud smile.

“You did what?” Chan raised the eyebrows and then just grabbed Y/N in a warm hug, making a funny happy noise. “Baby…” he squeaked, burring his face in her shoulder.

“You were so upset yesterday, so I decided to make it myself. It wasn’t easy, but…”

“Thank you,” he interrupted, smiling wider and only squeezing the girl in the cuddle tighter.

As Chan’s stomach made a hungry noise, they pulled away from each other, and Y/N  served a table in a living room. The musician promised to clean the kitchen himself after dinner. 

“Oh my god, it’s actually so good!” he exclaimed, stuffing a mouth with his favourite dish.

“Is it?” Y/N even forgot about her own portion, mesmerising by Chan, who looked adorably cute at that moment. Honestly, it was worth all the troubles to see him so happy.

“Yeah! What brand did you use?” the guy asked casually, eyes still focusing on the plate.

“Brand?”

“Yeah, it’s pre-made, isn’t it? The rice cake, garae-tteok?” Chan glanced at Y/N and caught her confused look. Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“So you ‘re telling me that I could just buy it in a shop rather than spending hours on making it?…” she asked and sighed disappointedly. 

The guy blinked few times and then giggled quietly, still chewing. Most of the ingredients for Korean dishes were pre-made and could be easily found in grocery stores. Y/N, though, went the hard way and did everything from the scratch. 

“You are so cute,” he chuckled and only continued to make happy noises, chewing.

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[sunshine-on-marz]

brainrot moment

musician!bur x reader with childhood friends to lovers trope

where its like after a rly good lovejoy show

FROM UR FAVE BIG SISTER

Oh my GODDDD

I cant help (falling in love with you)

“WILBUR!” You squeal as you run into his arms after he puts down his guitar. He was sweaty and out of breath but he didnt care as he picked you up and spun you around. “How’d you like the show?” He asks softly. You smile and boop his nose “it was amazing, you guys did so so so well”. The compliment made him blush as he hugged you tighter.

The other band mates walk in and come over to give you small hugs as you tell them how much you enjoyed the show. Wilbur can’t explain the pang in his heart as you let go of him to hug someone else but he knows he doesn’t like it. He wraps his arms around you and placed his chin on your head. “Hi Wilbur” you giggle. “Hello” he smiles. Joe, Mark, and Ash exchange knowing looks as Wilbur wraps himself around you.

—

It was only a matter of time before wilbur couldn’t bud his crush. You were at his flat after a band practice. He looked at you with stars in his eyes, he looked at you as if you were perfect in every way (and to him, you are).

“Y/n?” He said softly “yes?” You smile back, and his heart skips a beat. “I think I’m in love with you” he blurts out, almost immediately he back tracks but you’re already hugging him. “I think I love you too Wilbur.

He felt like he was in heaven.

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OMG MARZ POSTS FOR ONCE HOLY SHIT🤯🤯🤯🤯

Anyways thank you for the request Lana!!!

[uramilf]

Ross request pls!! You’re in a successful girl group yourself and your boyfriend Ross comes to watch the opening night of your new tour not knowing what to expect, he’s flustered but trying to play cool all the way through watching your dance in revealing outfits but then wants you in any way possible after the show

This was incredibly fun to write. Thank you anon, you made my day with this ask xoxoxo

Hypnotised

Ross MacDonald x fem!reader smut

Warnings: SMUT. Fingering, hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex, spit, spanking, Ross is sexy xox

MINORS NOT WELCOME!!!!!!! 18+

*Reader’s POV*

Holy shit, I thought to myself. I was nervous as fuck. It was the opening night on my band’s UK tour, and my boyfriend Ross was coming to see me perform for the first time in London. Ross and I had not been together overly long, and we had started dating during my band’s short break after our album release, so he hadn’t had a chance to see us live yet. I had invited him and some of our other friends to see the performance, and was scared shitless to see what they would think of it.

Grabbing my keys, phone and handbag, I left the house and locked the door behind me. My suitcases were packed and lying at the front door, ready to be moved onto the tour bus the next day before we left London. Ross would be joining me for the first few tour dates, thank God. I jumped in the car and drove to the venue; still a few hours until the show to sound check and get ready.

After a quick sound check with the three other girls in the band, we went backstage to get ready for the show. I had picked out my outfit earlier: a sheer black crop top with a red lace bralette underneath, a tight, short red leather skirt which revealed plenty of leg, black thigh high boots and a black leather jacket with a fur trim. I eyed myself in the mirror and holy shit: I looked hot.

I was sat in a chair by multiple older ladies who styled my hair into a perfectly messy updo, checked that my nails were flawless and applied my eyeliner, mascara, and startlingly bright red lipstick. I looked perfect. Ross was gonna lose his shit.

About half an hour passed whilst my band mates and I smoked, drank and laughed among ourselves, attempting to diffuse the nerves. Finally we got the news that it was showtime. I wouldn’t have the opportunity to see Ross before the show, but I had been informed that he had just arrived along with Matty, George, Charli, Adam, and Carly. I was thrilled that my boyfriend and so many of my newfound friends were able to see the show, especially as they were all such talented musicians, including Carly who didn’t have a career on music, but who I knew was working on the boys’ new album.

As we stepped out on stage, the crowd went wild. I squinted in the bright stage lights as my eyes adjusted and scanned the crowd for my friends. I found them quickly in the VIP section, Ross looking stunned. I shot him a grin and he smiled back, still looking slightly flustered. I guessed he was just a little overwhelmed with the idea of his girlfriend leaving on a countrywide tour.

*Ross’s POV*

As Y/N came onstage with the band, my mouth fell open and I struggled to close it again. She looked phenomenal. I had never seen her look so beautiful in the entire time I had known her. The stage lights illuminated her perfectly and she smiled like she belonged on the stage.

“Mate, she looks stunning,” Matty exclaimed. “I still don’t know how the fuck you managed to pull her.”

I frowned slightly at my friend’s infatuation with my girlfriend. “Shut up Matty,” I elbowed him. “Bur yeah, you’re right, she looks incredible.”

Before long, Matty’s attention was on the beautiful blonde female guitarist, who was wearing a very short low cut dress and would no doubt go home from the after party with him.

Y/N began singing, her voice angelic. Her movements however, were far from that. She swung her hips and strutted around the stage confidently, her full breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. I was absolutely hypnotised by her. She kept leaving me wanting more; I needed to see more of her body, needed to feel her, needed to hear her perfect voice talk dirty to me. Halfway through her set, she ditched her jacket, allowing me (and the thousands of other people in the venue) to see the red bralette I had just bought her for her birthday. I was slightly jealous that all my friends and all her fans were able to see her looking like that, but secretly thrilled that I was the one who had bought her the skimpy article of clothing. I knew she had worn it just for me. I prayed Matty didn’t notice how tight my trousers were becoming, as he would have a great time telling the other guys later.

*Y/N’s POV*

As our set finished up and I threw my guitar pick to a fan in the front row, I grinned one more time at Ross and said my final goodbyes to the crowd. We left the stage, sweaty and exhausted but otherwise elated. I couldn’t wait to see Ross, to find out what he thought of the show. I ran back to the dressing room to clean myself up, change into a short black dress that showed plenty of cleavage and a pair of heels that would hopefully get me close enough to my boyfriend’s giant height to kiss him. Just as I was about to leave the dressing room, a knock sounded at the door. I opened it to see him standing there, an obvious bulge in his trousers and a wide grin on his face. I ignored his hard-on and leapt into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist as he picked me up. One of his arms was around my middle, the other hand resting on my ass, making me smile. He seemed to need minimal effort to pick me up; his strength was a total turn-on. My hands cupped his face and I pressed me lips to his, kissing him passionately. His soft lips moved against mine, his beard ticking my face. He pulled away and set me down on the ground, holding my hands in his and gazing into my eyes.

“Darling, you were incredible. You were perfect. You couldn’t have had a better start to your tour. And that outfit; oh my god. I wanted to get up on that stage and take you in front of all those people.”

Without giving me time to answer he crashed his lips into mine again, lifting me back up and tossing me down on the sofa in the corner of the dressing room.

Ross dropped to his knees and pulled my dress up around my hips. Pulling my black thong to one side he thrust two fingers into my already soaked pussy. I screamed his name and my eyes rolled back as he curled his fingers upwards, brushing my g-spot. I could see him becoming harder and harder; I could tell he was desperate for release but was determined to make me feel good first. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, his other hand creeping up to rub my clit. One of my hands gripped the arm of the sofa, the other was tangled up in his long hair, pulling gently. Before I could cum, Ross stood up and unbuttoned his black dress trousers, kicking them to the side. My eyes widened. “Babe, what if we get caught?”

“Don’t worry Y/N my love, everyone’s already gone to the after party. I said I was coming to find you. Don’t stress, Matty totally knows what we’re doing back here. He won’t let anyone come near us.”

Ross reached forward and yanked the neckline of my dress down, exposing my tits. He hovered over me, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. I let him devour me, not worrying about the marks he would no doubt leave on me. He sucked on the skin around my nipple, marking me with dark red and purple splotches. He moved up to my neck, leaving matching marks in various locations on my throat.

Without wasting any more time, Ross pulled me up and turned my around, bending me over to stand with my ass up and my hands on the back of the sofa holding me up. He pulled my dress up further around my middle. He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades and whispered “I love you darling,” into my ear, making me whimper in anticipation. Ross pulled my underwear down and I stepped out of them, and I felt him line himself up with my slick entrance.

Ross pushed into me roughly, causing me to cry out and him to moan my name. He didn’t hesitate, fucking me in an animalistic manner like he had been told this was the last time he could ever touch me. His grip on my waist was tight, fingertips digging into my sides, making me whine.

“Fuck Ross, harder baby,” I moaned loudly.

“I’m close Ross, please fuck me harder.”He placed a firm smack on my ass and I whined again, before he began to slow his pace a little to stop me from cumming too quickly. His thrusts remained rough and hard, but slower now. I cried out, begging him to go faster, harder. I needed him to ruin me.

After fucking me slowly for a few minutes, Ross picked up the pace again and began fucking into me harder and faster than I had ever felt before. His tip hit my g-spot every single time he thrusted into me. I could feel his skin slapping against mine, and the room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and heavy breathing, my whiney moans and the occasional firm slap landing on my ass.

I reached down to rub my clit, chasing my orgasm. The pressure in my stomach was building, and my cunt was clenching wildly around Ross’s cock. I could feel every ridge and vein on his dick, his tip hitting the spot I needed the most. My orgasm crept up on me, and suddenly I was screaming as I came on his cock.

“Fuck Ross! Fuck me harder!”

Without warning, Ross pulled out of me and released all over my ass and bare lower back, his warm cum beginning to drip down the back of my thigh. He dropped down and licked a stripe up my thigh, cleaning up his own mess before pulling me into his chest and spitting his cum onto my tongue. I swallowed, the salty taste of him making my heart rate increase. He kissed me hungrily, and when he pulled away his lust filled eyes still roamed my tits.

“Sorry about the marks, darling. I should have been gentler.”

“Are you kidding Ross? That was amazing. I want you to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

He smirked and grabbed a tissue from the nearby table to clean me up properly, before pulling my dress back down over my ass and up to cover my tits again. However, it definitely didn’t come up far enough to hide the hickeys on my neck or chest. Ross swiped under my thumb to get rid of some stray mascara that had come off when my eyes watered from the size of him stretching me out. He then dressed himself again, not without slipping my underwear into his jacket pocket and winking. As sweet as he was, everyone seemed to underestimate how dirty he could be behind closed doors. Seemingly back into loving boyfriend mode, he didn’t put his suit jacket back on, instead draping it over my shoulders and wrapping a big arm around me as we left the venue and walked down the street to the club the party was being held at. I looked up at him and smiled; my gorgeous, dirty, perfect boyfriend.

[sunflowers-heart]

May 14th – Temper

Lyn’s Writing Event

Pairing: Sir Guy of Gisborne x Reader

Word count: 948

Warnings: Slight violence

Author’s note: So that’s yet another one for Guy because I’ve finished this series barely few days ago (I’m late to the party, I know) and my heart is still full of feels.

The tavern was crowded, beer and wine spilled over sticky wooden floor, drunken laughs echoing in the hall and the crashes of breaking clay cups sounding occasionally, the overwhelming smell of smoke, roasted meat and ale making you slightly dizzy. Certainly, this place at such a late time was just as inappropriate for a lady, as it was safe for the outlaws—and you happened to be both.

Guy of Gisborne took a solid gulp of his ale and discreetly eyed the nearest tables, not wanting to draw too much attention to both of you. You were there only to eat and rest in the rented room before heading further south, hoping to get far enough so the new Sheriff of Nottingham could no longer hold any power over you. The fact that it was his blood sister you were escaping from only made the whole situation worse, her personal grudge being the main reason you were in a mortal danger.

Tonight, however, you wished only to relax, at least for a couple of hours, and not to worry about what could happen tomorrow. You paid for the meal for two with the money you stole from your dowry right before running away from the man you were supposed to marry. It was enough to cover the costs of your journey and allow you have a fresh start in a different place, somewhere where you could finally be free from the will of men forced upon you with the only one who genuinely cared about what did you truly want.

Or so he told you.

Either way, it was much more comfortable travelling with Guy by your side and he proved his worth to you many times during the latest two weeks. You, on the other hand, enjoyed his silent company. Such a perfect symbiosis.

A drunken man swayed to the side while passing your table and almost fell on the plate still full of warm food, eventually pulled by his comrade and simply spilling his cup of wine on his shoes and letting out a cackle. It made you wrinkle your nose, the people around you way too loud and unpredictable to allow you to relax.

“Calm down,” Guy ordered after swallowing his piece of bread. “We will be out of here soon.”

“This is disgusting…” You sighed.

“It was your idea to stay there for the night.”

“It was before I knew how does this place look like.”

“We can still camp outside, if you prefer, but I take no responsibility for the hungry animals which will try hunting you.”

You were not in a mood for arguing so you simply decided to drink more of your ale, hoping that the alcohol will eventually mute your senses or at least make you more indifferent toward the chaos all around you. After few minutes, you thought that it was starting to work, the stress slowly leaving your body as you observed the musician playing on the gittern, but just then you heard an ungodly loud roar of laughter just above your head and the next thing you knew, you saw the whole beer cup of a wine being spilled over Guy’s tunic.

The look on his face was lethal, when he glared at the man who seemed to trip so unfortunately that his whole drink landed on the outfit of Sir Guy of Gisborne, once so feared and respected Sheriff-to-be, now appearing as no more than an anonymous tramp in the tavern. Perhaps it was the anger in his eyes which made you lose your temper then, or maybe it was the slurred, sickening insults which you heard being addressed to him, but either way, you were no longer able to simply sit and watch.

Violently standing up, you grabbed the drunkard and twisted his arm forcing him to bend over and smashing his face over the table with a loud thud. He groaned in pain, instinctively trying to get out of your grasp but his current state and the fact that you knew very well how to handle situations like this made his efforts fruitless.

“Say that again, you filthy pig,” you hissed. “And I swear I will make you swallow your own teeth.”

He burred something you could not completely understand, but considering the fact that he was still fighting against you, it could not be anything more than just another slur—and it caused your blood to boil.

“Apologize,” you ordered, twisting his arm in a more painful angle, not paying attention to the fact that those who were sitting near your table were now very much interested in the turn of events. “Apologize to him. Right. Now.”

And then, when you looked up at the Guy, who was still not moving from his place, you saw the smug smile on his face and the malice in his eyes. You were beyond exhausted by the journey, you were still angry about what has happened to you; all you wanted was to have one, single peaceful night and if you had to break the drunkard’s arm to achieve it then you were willing to make that sacrifice.

Guy of Gisborne, on the other hand, was perfectly aware that you were capable of doing it and somehow it made him fall for you even more, the fierce energy alluring him like a moth to the light. But instead of catching you in his arms and passionately kissing you right now in that very moment, just like he dreamed to, he only scolded you with a simple:

“We were supposed to not be conspicuous.”

In a contrast to his words, the approving smile never left his lips.

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Request for you to write that picnic thing from our dms

AHAHAHAHAH i've been waiting for this moment *cracks knuckles*

strawberry kisses

warnings: adorable fluff, reader called "woman",

musician!bur x fem!reader

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Yes, I was indeed in love with William Gold. I mean, what can I say. He's kind, incredibly funny and talented, and very pretty. His brown, fluffy hair basically shines in the stage lights, and don't even get me started on his mesmerizing eyes. I don't think it's possible for anyone to hate him. Even the first second I met him on stream, I knew in a matter of seconds we would be strong friends. Soulmates, you could say.

It was about 4 pm, and Lovejoy had just finished a late afternoon show in Brighton. They absolutely killed the performance, and the audience adored them. Wilbur, the rest of Lovejoy, the other Sorry boys and I decided to go to a relaxing strawberry field to wind down a bit. The sweet aroma of strawberries and fresh cut grass overwhelmed me. Wilbur, Ranboo and Tommy walked next to me.

"I haven't been to a strawberry field since I was a kid. Really brings back memories." Ranboo sighed, looking around at his surrondings.

I smiled in response. "I bet the strawberries back near your childhood home are much better than the strawberries here. English strawberries are usually pretty shit."

The boys laughed at my comment. Tommy punched my shoulder. "Y/n! Stop being a mean woman and calling out your homelands! Long live England!" Tommy exaggerated. We laughed even harder and kept walking across the wet soil beneath us.

I looked over at the quiet Wilbur, as he dazed off looking in the distance. I bit my lip, and I playfully hit him in the arm. "Will, what's going on with you? You're awfully quiet." Tommy nodded at my statement.

It looked as if Wilbur was knocked back to his reality and senses. "U-uh yeah, I'm just thinking. About something." he winced.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright..."

Ranboo and Tommy quickly changed the subject, talking about recent games they've enjoyed playing on stream. I still couldn't get a grasp on why Wilbur was acting so weird, but I kept it to myself. I probably was just overreacting!

We walked for a bit more, talking about random things, when suddenly Phil called Ranboo and Tommy over to come check something out with Charlie about 6 fields over. They both ran over, jumping over strawberry plants as Wilbur and I laugh at them trying not to step on any growing strawberry flowers.

Will and I continued to walk more, when Will suddenly stopped in his tracks and exhaled deeply. I looked back at him. "Will, is everything alright-"

I was interrupted by Will speaking up softly. "Y/n, love, can we stop for a moment? I need to tell you something."

I blushed and felt butterflies in my stomach at the nickname. "U-uh yeah, of course! What's up?" I said, coming closer to him.

"I think I'm in fucking love with you, y/n. I can't help but admire you. I love everything about you. Your face, your lips, your smile, your hands, fucking. everything. You're perfect to me, and I've wanted to say this to you for a while. If you don't like me back, that's okay, but I needed for you to know." Wilbur rushed out his words, but every single thing he said felt like heaven to my ears. I've been waiting for those words for who knows how long.

"Kiss me." I stated.

Will's eyes widened in surprise at my words. "W-what?"

"Kiss me." I repeated.

Will's pretty lips slightly parted, and his face leaned a bit closer to mine, leaving hardly an inch for me to change my mind. "Are you sure about this?" Wilbur whispered.

I closed the gap between us in response, pressing my lips against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt Will smile into the kiss and then pull away, catching our breaths.

"I've never felt like such a teenager." I said, Will laughing in response.

Suddenly, we heard whispering from the field next to us, and saw Tommy staring at us in disgust. My eyes widened, knowing what was going to happen next was going to be certainly interesting.

"PHIL! Y/N AND WILL FUCKING KISSED!" Tommy yelled back to Phil and the rest of the group.

"Cool, I guess- WAIT, WHAT?" Ran yelled back.

Uh oh.

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tee hee this is so cute omg

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

guitar strings, darlin'

musician!bur x afab reader

warnings: none, just a silly lil blurb with some silly lil fluff

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Wilbur and I were in a weird stage of friendship. We hang out almost every day (every other day at the very least), but if we separate for whatever reason, when we finally meet again, its as if nothing came between us. Many people, including the other members of Lovejoy, say that we're lucky to have that. Though, I don't think much of it. That's just Wilbur and I.

Wilbur and I first met at one of their first live gigs. They were playing at my local bar, so I decided to help out a local band near me. My thoughts then were, "Not like it's gonna hurt me! Nothing will come out of it for me anyways." And those thoughts? 100% wrong. Turns out, Wilbur has seen me play at the gigs I play, and happened to notice me in the audience at their gig. They asked me if I wanted to join, and I was starstruck. I was starstruck by not only getting asked to be part of Lovejoy, but by Wilbur. I mean, what can I say. He's practically an angel. He's sweet to everyone he meets, even if they're a total prick. He's funny, and god, he's pretty. Like, top tier level pretty. His eyes remind me of old brick libraries and the smell of burnt out cigarettes.

Obviously, I accepted the offer. And that's where I was brought to at this current moment. Sitting alone in the recording room with Wilbur, recording and trying out different stupid lyric ideas, with the light of an old lamp in the corner besides a burning candle.

"We need a good adjective to describe what the singer is feeling that still goes along with the rhythm of 'One Day'." I stated. Wilbur nodded his head in agreement, playing with the strings on his guitar.

Will's head looked back at me. "What if we make the chord using these notes?" I looked at his fingers, observing the notes he was demonstrating. I looked back at the guitar in my hands, struggling to find the right positions that he was in.

"How do you manage to put your fingers in that position?" I laughed. Wilbur laughed back at me, placing his guitar to lean on the desk besides us. He leaned over to me, and grabbed my hands and adjusted my fingers to the right strings. I looked up at him as he did so, getting lost from admiring the small features on his face.

I didn't even notice when Will was done with my hands until he made eye contact with me. I quickly looked away and fixed my hair. Wilbur chuckled, and lifted my chin up. He looked at the moon necklace displayed on my collarbone.

"That's a pretty necklace you got there." he said, playing with the metal. I blushed in response. He seemed to notice, but sighed, and sat back down. He then pulled his chair closer to mine.

"Can I tell you something, Y/n?" he asked. I nodded.

"I think I'm in fucking love with you."

My eyes widened at his words. Those were the words I have been waiting to hear for months at a time, and they finally came.

"I think I'm in love with you too, Wilbur." I smiled.

Wilbur looked at me and pulled my chin up slightly. "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of responding, I closed the space between us first. I could feel Wilbur smiling into the kiss. His lips were soft and slightly parted. Wilbur was the first one to pull away and he laughed. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him one more peck on the lips and sliding my face into the crook of his neck, giving him a hug.

"LET'S FUCKING GO! I knew it was gonna happen! Ash owes me £50 now!" Mark yelled outside the door.

Wilbur scoffed at Mark and Joe standing outside the door. "Oh fuck off!"

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ahhh i love this fic so much 😭

likes reblogs and any sort of feedback is very appreciated

love ya!! <3

[sunshine-on-marz]

HI SORRY ITS ME AGAIN

MUSICIAN!BUR X FEM!READER WITH CURLY HAIR AND LIKE ITS IN THE LOVEJOY RECORDING SESH BREAK AND WILL PLAYING WITH READERS HAIR MAKES ME GO BRRRRRR

the brainrot levels of that is INSANE as someone w curly hair

This gets posted early bc I have 0 clue how to make this a fic but the world must see this idea