#p.s. i hope you can enjoy the joke i made c;

[happysmilebtr]

hello, hello! @jaewwoo tis i, auntie anna aka your secret santa for this event! ^_^ it has been an honor to be your secret santa (even if there were some minor bumps here and there hehe) i do hope you have a fantastic christmas if you celebrate it along with a happy new year! you are seriously a sweet person that is funny and lovely to talk to (go and follow them btw c;) i do hope we can chat some more in the future! 

so here is your christmas gift, two in one! the first is this lovely moodboard that i hope you like! :) you mentioned yuta being you bias (for now lol) so i went ahead and centered around a soft christmas moodboard with prince yuta himself! not gonna lie, it was tricky! i wanted a very specific theme based around yuta’s picture so finding christmas aesthetic pictures to fit that wasn’t easy but i think it turned out lovely and does fit well with your second gift, a small lil written work hehe. enjoy the two in one love and merry christmas! 🎅

drabble inspired by these two prompts; “Muse a being a butt and putting their cold hands on b’s warm neck” &  “would you like some hot cocoa with your mountain of marshmallows oh my god are you TRYING to put yourself into a sugar coma?“

                                                    ❅❅❅

Sometimes the Christmas holiday’s plans aren’t always the most traditional. Sometimes, sometimes for the holiday's you just have to do something unexpected. Do something out of the ordinary. For example, go out for a drive and watch the snow fall from the inside of your car. Sometimes, that's just how the holiday's can be

Fio's Christmas was just that this year. It wasn't the typical get dressed up for the family is coming over. No, this year's Christmas was a last minute plan that involved a close friend that goes by the name of Yuta. Less then 24 hours ago, the lad had decided to go ahead and strike up the suggestion on if the idea of a small road trip would be something she would be interested. She had agreed but what she didn't expect was to have this roadtrip happen on Christmas! Fio had truly expected this to be some new year's bucket list or whatever people call it these days for Yuta and honestly it sounded appealing. Not often she has the chance to travel of any kind really. However...Christmas? And at 7 in the morning of all times!?

Oh Yuta should be counting his stars that Fio had a generous heart. That she wasn't kicking him out to the curb and instead dressed herself up for this plan of his

"So, still hate me my darling?"

Fiorella glanced over to the other side of the car when hearing the sickly sweet voice ring out, followed by an innocent smile. Letting out a faint sigh while shaking her head a bit "oh shove it" was all that she had mumbled. Even though the female beauty was indeed, quite annoyed at the fact of how this idea of a trip was planned out -that and also her precious sleeping was screwed over thank you very much. Goodbye good sleep- the gal wasn't entirely disappointed with the turn events

Key word, entirely.

"If by that, you mean am i interested in shoving my foot to your pretty face for the lake of beauty sleep? Yes, yes i still hate you Yuta" Fio replied with a faint snort, smiling softly when hearing the laugh from the male himself

"Ouch, i never knew you were such an evil person?"

"There's alot of things you don't know about me Yuta" the female beauty answered, flicking -and failing- her hair dramatically

An eyebrow arched up behind the male's bangs as he stared at the female "mhm...like?" he asked. Curious to see what Fiorella would tell him and what fun fact was he going to learn about her. At that, she shifted herself around in the car seat to get more comfortable and folded her hands on her lap

"Like how i am a fantastic comedian and before you argue back mister, i actually have a joke prepared to prove my comedy skills" the female quipped "what is barbie's favorite sauce?" she asked, watching as the dark blonde male shrugged his shoulders at the question

"barbi-que sauce!" she exclaimed, grinning at the joke she had made -while possibly trying not to laugh at her own joke- and awaited on the reaction from her friend who simply just made a face of confusion. Probably a bit unsure if he should laugh at the poor attempt of a joke or pretend it was never said

"Get it? Barbie...sort of sou-"

"Maybe leave the jokes to the professional's"

At that, the gal huffed and threw her beanie at the male who chuckled, "rude. that joke is brilliant that even the world's greatest comedians would approve of that" she mumbled, sticking out her tongue out childishly. Sadly, this little action had turned into one of a fight so to speak between the two. In retaliation, Yuta went ahead and poked her sides gently. Earning a small squeak from the female. Fio went ahead and returned the gesture with poking him back, thus their poking fight began. Pair these two together and it's like maybe watching a 'Tom & Jerry' episode sometimes.

Children stuck in grown up bodies

But someone had to put the stop to the poking war that was ensuing within the car. Who was brave enough to do such a task? Someone that holds the name Nakomto Yuta of course. "Hey, is that a deer?" was the first step of Yuta's plan. Easily this distraction had worked cause Fiorella had turned her head to try to spot this so called deer the male claimed to have spotted. Next, came the action

While distracted, Yuta quickly placed his hand behind the gal's neck. This action may have seemed, well, lame in retrospect. on the contrary, it was the perfect plan to get the upper hand in the situation...cold hands for the win.

At that spine chilling feeling on Fio's neck, she jumped in her seat, mumbling a string of colorful words and started to swat and smack the male's arm to try to get the source of the cold. Yuta? He was donning a Cheshire smile on his face.

"Get your ice cold hands away from me you jack frost!" hissed the gal. Sending a laser glare over at her friend

"Alright, alright. How about a cup of hot coco? Call it a peace treaty if you will"

Fio stared at the dark haired blonde while he reached out from behind him, pulling his hand off her neck to grab ahold of the thermos that contained the pre-made hot chocolate. Shaking it in his hand for a moment in question. The female clicked her tongue once as she crossed her arms in front of her. Still sending him a stink eye no doubt

"Seriously?"

"Seriously"

"You've got to be kidding me here? Do you truly believe that I would go ahead and let you off the hook for doing that? I could have gotten frost bite from that you know!"

Ok, no she wouldn't have. Still doesn't wash away the fact the male and his hand was far too cold my dear friends!

Yuta snorts at the reaction and rolled his eyes, "Fio...overreacting a bit there?"

"I am serious here mister!"

"Yeah, yeah and I'm sorry for my kind of-"

"Kind of? More like hella lot"

"As i was saying...do you want this hot coco that i have worked hard for?"

Fiorella narrowed her eyes for a brief moment, not saying anything as if she was trying to come up with a decision to this very crucial decision -note the sarcasm-. "Are there marshmallow's as well?"  

"Of course!" Yuta commented and scoffed, placing his hand over his heart "I'm hurt, how would you think i wouldn't include something as important as marshmallow's?" the male had replied. The female simply shrugged her shoulders and held out her hand, making a 'gimmie' motion with her hand. Yuta simply chuckled and poured the liquid into the cup

"Enjoy m'lady"

"This better be the world's best hot chocolate Yuta"

"Oh it is, i poured my blood, sweat and tears into this coco for your information"

The female beauty snorts at the dramatic comment made by the male, shaking her head. Boy did like to be a bit dramatic at times, sometimes it can be confusing though because there are times where she stops to wonder whether or not Yuta is actually serious or not? You can never be too sure with him

She took the packaged of the squishy sweets after she placed the cup on the dashboard of the car so it wouldn't spill while opening the package. Any normal person would grab a few droplets of the marshmallow's but Fio...

Oh boy

Instead, what the female had done is she went ahead simply grabbed a handful of it. Not once, but twice handful of marshmallow's! Sure, this did make a mess inside the car considering that amount spilled over the cup though she didn't care because she was content with what she had done. Yuta, he stared in disbelief at his friend and what he was seeing

"Women!"

"What?" Fiorella asked innocently, picking up the cup as if nothing had happened

"You know what! Fio...child...you cannot just simply have a cup full of marshmallow's with hot coco"

"Says who? Who said there was a rule for this anyway?"

"No but that doesn't mean you have to put yourself into a sugar coma or something!"

Fio giggled at her friend who was truly worried over the amount of sugar she was about to consume "Aww, I'm flattered to know you are worried about me Yuta but I'll be perfectly fine" she assured the male, reaching out to pat his knee to calm his worries. Ok sure, maybe the mountain full of marshmallow's is not the most...healthiest option right now but you know what they say. There can never be too much sweets in the world right?

"I swear you are going to make me lose my mind one day" Yuta mumbled

Fiorella hummed softly and popped a marshmallow that was overflowing into her mouth before she reached over to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek

"Hopefully it would be in the Christmas spirit" she mused

At that action, Yuta's eyes widened for a brief moment a bit too comically and cleared his throat. Nodding his head a few times while shifting in his car seat. This was...a bit rare to say the least. To see a flustered Yuta. Usually the male never really shows a crack in his appearance like being nervous fully, covers it up with his confidence but it seemed like a kiss was enough to make the male be red in the face like Rudolph himself -but she will spare her friend and not tell him that...now at least-

"Uh-you know what? It's bit warm in here, let me open the window a bit. Yeah?"

"Yeah, sure Yuta" Fiorella replied with a small chuckle. Throwing a marshmallow puff at her friend with a small smile

How cute

"Thanks though"

Yuta turned back at the female and furrowed his eyebrows for a moment "For what?" he asked

"For this Christmas roadtrip of yours...this is nice Yuta" she smiled. It was different than the usual holiday plans but it was something new. New doesn't entirely mean something bad afterall. New can bring in memories to think back later on in time. Plus, the holiday's are about spending time with loved ones isn't it? Yuta fits that description afterall.

“Heh, and you originally wanted to chop off my d-”

“Oh shush now!”

[goldenhaz]

Hi! I'm new to your blog and i dont really know the rules for requesting but i saw that you wanted requests so could you maybe do jj maybank with a routledge! reader who's really smart sorta like pope? Thanks (p.s its totally ok to say no if you dont want to :) )

YES HI HELLO WELCOME!! This idea is one I’ve actually had in the back of mind of doing, so I’m super happy you suggested it! Sorry it took me so long! I’ve been writing up and editing all the requests I’ve been sent! I want to make sure they live up to all of your expectations ☺️ hope you enjoy this one :))

Warning(s): none

Summary: JJ loves watching how smart his lover acts, especially when outsmarting Pope.

Einstein

“Y/N it is not that simple! If it was, don’t you think scientists would’ve figured out how to create the waves themselves?” Pope argues, earning an eye roll from Y/N.

“We ourselves make waves, we create the orbiting water molecules just like any water nature has.”

JJ had just arrived at the Chateau on a late Thursday evening, hearing his beloved lover and Pope arguing about something that most likely didn’t matter.

JJ has walked inside and greeting John B and Kie with their handshakes, watching as they didn’t take their eyes off the two debating on the couch. He adjusted his hat as he made his way over to sit next to Y/N.

“What’s tonight’s debate about?” He jokes, earning a loud shush from Y/N.

“Okay, but think about the how the crest of a wave forms,” Y/N starts. “It’s based off of the Orbital path that the water molecules create, therefore the more molecules that orbit the bigger the wave will become. It helps build and create the energy to water when it begins to peak.”

They all watch Pope roll his eyes. “Nobody said that Scientists haven’t figured out a way to create waves. Some water parks have wave pools designed to create a certain wave length, and there’s even outdoor places where they’ve made lakes have surf able waves.”

“What does that have to do with the ocean?” Pope asks.

Y/N facepalms. “So if they can create wavelengths that can match real orbital molecules, what makes you think they can’t do it for parts of the ocean?”

Pope sighs in defeat, knowing that they’re arguing will get neither of them nowhere.

Y/N lets up a small smirk, leaning back against JJ as everyone watches Pope debate on pushing further. “Before you say anything further, it’s based off of physics. Waves are science and mathematics. Just gotta figure out the equation to make it work.”

“And what’s the equation exactly?” Y/N’s brother asks across the room,

As Y/N was about to answer, Pope interrupts her. “Easy. It’s going to be X(y,t) equals A cosign and then two pi over the time period multiplied by two pi over the wave length plus or minus zero. In parentheses.” Pope answers, proud of his equation before looking back to the Y/H/C one who was content in JJ’s arms.

Y/N shook her head and hit her tongue, JJ placing a kiss on the corner of the mouth, and wrapping his arms fully around Y/N’s waist to pull his lover onto his lap.

“What? Is it wrong?” Sarah buds in, Pope letting out a sound as if saying he was questioning if he was wrong too.

“Yes, it is wrong actually,” Y/N states, earning a shocked snort from Pope.

“I’m never wrong, I could do that equation in my sleep.” He says, watching as Y/N’s head shakes.

“Well then that shows that you need to sleep less and learn it more,” earning a bunch of howls from their friends.

“It is actually first off going to depend on the height and the length of the waves. It could switch up at anytime. But the average equation is known as Y, which would be the vertical height, with X and T in parentheses next to it equaling and equation of A, which is the height of the wave, multiplied by Cosign. And in parentheses next to that is where it would be two pi over the wavelength multiplied by X, which is the horizontal position of a wave, added or subtracted by two pi again over the time period per wave times T, which is the frequency, added or subtracted by zero.” Y/N explains as if it’s as easy as two plus two, looking at everyone who looked back in awe and shock.

Pope just groans and rubs his hand over his face, nodding as a signal of saying Y/N’s equation was right.

JJ looked down at his lover, completely astonished by the smarts that left Y/N’s mouth. Dare he say it made him feel turned on.

“Holy fuck, how did you know that by fucking heart?” John B asks, Y/N just shrugging.

“I love learning equations, what can I say?”

John B shakes his head with a laugh. “You really got dad’s smarts, that’s all I have to say.” Making the rest of the group agree and laugh.

They all had decided to switch the subject and talk about more chill things, JJ and Y/N in their own little world as they had their own conversation.

John B announced that the crew and him would be heading to Kie’s parent’s restaurant for a late dinner, asking if the lovebirds wanted to join.

“Nah, I want to hear more of this smart equation talk,” JJ says, a smug tone in his voice which earned him a pillow smack to the head by John B.

“Careful what you say about my sibling when I’m in the room, Maybank. Or I may have to kick your ass.” He warns, earning a middle finger from Y/N as the two watch their friends pile out of the Chateau.

Once they were in the clear of the group being gone, JJ immediately picked up and threw Y/N over his shoulder and made his way to the extra bedroom.

He shit the door behind him as he ignored the whines and laughs from the young Routledge before throwing the both of them onto the bed with JJ on top.

“That’s quite the sexy talk you’ve going on, baby.” He praises, placing kisses along Y/N’s collarbones and neck.

Y/N let out a gasp at the contact with a short laugh near the end. “I always find it kinda embarrassing when I know a lot.”

JJ’s head perks up at the answer, a smirk coming to his lips. “I find it hot. You’re like an Albert Einstein.”

He watches as Y/N’s lips curl up into a smile. “How hot?”

“You’re about to find out.”

[queenshelby]

“Let me be your Valentine”

Cillian Murphy – NSFW Alphabet

INTRO: Who doesn’t occasionally fantasise about this man? At least everyone who reads my blog does and, over the past year, I have been asked a few personal questions about our man himself which I obviously have no real ability to answer. I do not know him personally and all I can offer is fiction and fantasy.

Therefore, for Valentine’s Day, I have decided to create my own NSFW Alphabet for Cillian which reflects the dirty side of him I like to portray in my fics. Again, this is just how I see him and fantasise about him and I hope that this allows you to fantasise with me.

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine’s Day!

P.s. I have not proofread this!

A = Ass

Cillian is much kinkier than anyone would expect. Whilst conservative and quiet in public, behind closed doors and when he is alone with you, he will let loose and wants to explore everything that is on the menu which, occasionally, includes anal.

B = Body Part

Breasts, boobs or whatever else you may call them. He loves them and he tells you all the time.

His eyes would often wander to your breasts, whether you are in public or private and you have learned to call him out on it frequently.

He loves them and cannot keep his hands of your soft flesh or play with your nipples. He loves teasing you by biting them gently and cause little bruises to appear on the sides of your boobs.

He just uses the right amount of pressure and force when he plays with them. Just a little bit painful but not too much.

C = Cum

He’s not fussed really. Whether he gets to cum in your mouth, ass, pussy or on your breasts, he doesn’t care.

It is your choice, always! You get to decide where he cums and you do love his cum. You love it a lot!

You love it so much that, sometimes, you would make him save it up for you if he is away, filming and returns home only on the weekends and since he is generally making rather healthy lifestyle choices, it always tastes sweet and delicious.

D = Dirty Secret

There is a sex tape! Hidden in your safe in the downstairs reading room.

He loves filming you and taking pictures of you and filming this video was a lot of fun for you both.

E = Experience

At 45, Cillian has a lot of experience in bed and knows just how to please you.

He was the first man who found your g-spot and made you cum and he quite frequently uses his skilful hands to drive you absolutely crazy.

He also loves oral sex and is willing and eager to spend hours with his head in between your legs, making you cum over and over again.

But, he is just as skilful with his cock as he is with his fingers and tongue. He can stop himself from cumming until you are truly and fully satisfied and he can, most certainly, fuck you all night if you want to.

F = Favorite Position

He loves when you are on top and ride him and he can see all of you, your face, your eyes, your breasts and your pretty hair.

He likes watching you take what you need from him and he loves playing with your breasts and nipples in this position.

In this position, he also has good access to your tight ass and he would often pop a finger into your tightest hole when you make love to him like this.

G = Goofy

Cillian is as goofy as they come and, even in bed, he doesn’t mind joking around.

You love his sense of humour and you most certainly never get bored of him.

Sometimes, he would make silly dad jokes and, yet, he still somehow makes you laugh.

Other times, he would make very inappropriate jokes and, since you are pretty much like minded, you buy into his jokes all the time.

H = Hair

Whilst he had shaved his chest for some of his roles before, he usually keeps his chest hair intact and as is because you adore it.

You love running your hands through it and play around with it just as much as you love to run your hands over his head.

Around his most intimate body part however, he trims and you are most certainly grateful for that.

I = Intimacy

Cillian loves to be intimate with you and, even if you don’t have sex, you cuddle and kiss on the lounge pretty much all the time while you watch a movie.

You hold hands and love to show affection towards each other.

In bed, you cannot keep your hands off each other and you usually manage to have sex at least once or twice a day if he is home. It is too hard not to as your desire for each other is too great.

You love to make love to each other and Cillian is a very loving and caring person when it comes to intimacy.

J = Jack Off

When he is home with you, he has no need to jack off but, when he is away from home, he does it pretty much every day unless you instruct him to save his cum for you. Saving it is often very hard for him but he will do so for you if you have been begging him.

Often, when Cillian is away, he would ask you for explicit photos and then tells you when he masturbates to them and, occasionally, you even engage in phone and camera sex.

K = Kink

Cillian loves risky sex, meaning sex in public. There is a risk of getting caught and that is something which intrigues him.

At one of his premieres, he dragged you into a public bathroom for a quickie while, on vacation, you even managed to do the deed on the beach and at the public swimming pool at night.

Cillian also likes to talk dirty in bed and loves it when you do the same. Occasionally, you would even engage in some roleplay or use derogatory language. It is one of his kinks and you love it.

L = Location

You literally do it everywhere but Cillian’s favourite spot is the desk in his reading room. This is where most of the role play happens and he likes to bend you over it and take you hard and fast, just the way you like it. The desk also allows him to apply restraints on you conveniently and, when he does, you are unable to move and at his mercy.

The desk has been well used, not only for him to read his scripts but more so for fucking.

M = Motivation

Cillian is a 45-year-old man who, often, acts like a guy in his early twenties. Motivation is not needed and you generally get him hard and ready with a simple kiss or by dropping some of your clothes.

In fact, when you are out and about and you kiss him for too long, it may get a little embarrassing for him and he would usually push you away after as little as five seconds. It is too much for him to handle and the last thing he wants is to strain against his jeans all day.

Then, every morning, he wakes up hard and ready like a teenager and you often joke about his amazingly active libido. Of course, you would never complain. You like it just the way it is.

N = Naughty

Cillian is very naughty and quite often talks about sex. He shows you porn he likes and he likes you to show him what you want to try in return.

He is open to pretty much everything and all of your kinky and naughty desires have been fulfilled to date.

You wanted to stage an abduction. He’s done it.

You wanted sex at the Radiohead concert. You got it.

You wanted him to fuck as Thomas Shelby at the set of Peaky Blinders. Done!

You wanted him to pretend to be a doctor and carry out an exam on you. No problem.

You wanted a threesome. No issue there.

O = Oral

He loves when you give him a blowjob but, even more so, he likes to perform oral on you. He could spend hours in between your legs and he always manages to make you cum with his tongue. He is incredibly skilful.

P = Prostate

Being kinky and enjoying anal play on you, he also enjoys anal play on himself and loves it when you use your fingers on his rear end to compliment your oral skills.

When you massage his prostate while giving him a blowjob, you usually get rewarded with an extra big load of cum.

Q = Quickie

You regularly have quickies when you are out and about. At birthday parties, functions, at the cinemas, at premieres, on set…you name it…you’ve done it.

You cannot keep your hands of each other.

R = Rimjob

Yes, occasionally, even that happens. You are both dirty minded and this is something you both consider fun, whether you are on the giving or receiving end.

S = Stamina

You are one lucky woman because your man can go all night long. Cillian’s stamina is incredible and, especially after he has been away for a long time, you often spend the entire weekend in bed, making love to each other while ordering pizza for in between.

T = Toys

You have a large collection of toys and Cillian loves to use them on you. He loves to make you squirm and squirt using your favourite vibrator and, sometimes, he would even use a buttplug on you while he fucks you.

U = Unfair

Cillian loves to tease you and, sometimes, when he is in the mood for a weekend long session, he would edge you for hours or days at a time until you cannot take it anymore.

V = Valentine’s Day

You both do not buy into the commercialism of Valentines Day and there is really no need to. He treats you like his queen every day of the year and makes all your wishes come true, whether in bed or otherwise.

He is a hopeless romantic and often surprises you with dinner, presents and date nights.

He listens and knows what you like and you always feel valued and loved.

W = Weekends Away

On occasion, you would go away for the weekend, camping or glamping and, every time you do, you have sex in the most amazing spots in Ireland.

You both love nature and you both like open air sex so what better thing is there to do other than camping?

X = X-Ray

Cillian’s cock is simply the perfect size. Not too long and not too short but nice and thick. He also has rather large balls which you absolutely love to play with.

Then, there is his perfect ass, which is firm and round. You love clutching on to it with your fingers when he fucks you.

Y = Yearning

Cillian’s sex drive is constant. Literally. He never said no to you, ever!

Z = Zzz

After you had sex, you would often lie together, arms wrapped around each other and exchanging kisses.

You do that for at least half an hour while, occasionally, engaging in some pillow talk. Then, you will fall asleep slowly unless Cillian had a stressful week filming.

If he is in between filming or has just come home from being away, he would zoom out pretty much five minutes after he came and you certainly don’t blame him for that.

[221bshrlocked]

Now think how easily his hand would wrap around your throat

You read my mind. You. Read. My. Mind. Please excuse how horny that picture is making me feel...

P.S. Thank you @fangirlingcentral for pointing out how big his hands are grabbing that bottle!!!

You can't look away from him, too mesmerized by the energy he's putting off to pay attention to the other dinner guests. You know you should be chatting with people, perhaps get some of their numbers so you could try to work with them on other projects. But you can't form a coherent thought, not because of how relaxed he looks or how effortless it is for him to make everyone laugh. No, it's none of these things.

It's the fact that every goddamn time he pours someone next to him more wine, his entire hand grasps the middle of the glass bottle like it's the easiest thing in the world, like it's just another regular water bottle. You turn to the bottle in front of you and try to mimic him, only to smile nervously at the woman next to you when it almost drops. Fuck, you couldn't even grab the curved top of the bottle without it sliding out of your hand.

But he just held it like it was a feather.

You can't help where your mind goes a second later because when you turn to him again, he's pouring himself wine and laughing at someone's joke. Your eyes take in the way his fingers aren't even applying that much pressure on the glass to hold it up and before you know it, you're conjuring up images of him pushing you down underneath him and wrapping those thick, long digits around your throat.

God. He could probably reach to the back of your neck with how much bigger he seems to be, wouldn't even have to use his other hand to overpower you. Would his hand be soft as it enclosed around your jugular, or would it be rough and calloused from how much he's been working lately?

So busy thinking of what else his dexterous hands can do to you, you don't realize that Pedro has noticed you staring at him for the past couple of minutes. He smiles when he sees you blinking out of your daydream and meet his eyes. The shocked expression you hold deepens his smirk and he raises an eyebrow at you when you continue to hold his gaze. He notices your fingers tapping nervously against the table and decides to stop his teasing.

The rest of the night is a mixture of embarrassment and irritation, and your mind is torn between thinking of an excuse to tell him as to why you've been staring at him and continuing to conjure up filthy images of the two of you as he pleasures you.

You think you could manage to escape without notice and as you're about to collect your things to leave the producer's house, you walk into a solid body that prevents you from grabbing your coat and handbag.

"Oh sorry I didn't see-" The rest of the sentence trails off as you look up and notice who it was you just walked into. "P-Pedro, I umm thought you left already." The slight tilt of his head lets you know he can see through your lie and before you can attempt to say anything else, Pedro steps towards you and forces you to back up until you hit the wall.

"C-can I help you?" Your voice is shaking and you hate how turned on you are just by looking at his broad shoulders and the hollowed curves of his neck.

"Hmm, I think you could." His voice is awfully deeper than usual and you gulp when you feel his fingers trail up the skin of your arm and slip below the thin strap of your shirt.

"You feel so soft beneath my touch sweetheart," Pedro groans at the shiver that courses through your body and you're so distracted by how warm and rough his palm feels against your clavicle that you don't notice his other hand reaching up towards you.

A strong grip on your neck snaps you out of your haze and you instantly melt against him when he tightens his hold around you. You reach for his waist and fist your hands into his shirt to not fall and Pedro smiles down at how willing you've become for him from a mere touch.

"I've been hard all night long bebita...the way you kept on staring at my hands made me want to know what you were thinking of. Tell me, what were you dreaming of in that filthy little brain of yours hmm?" His fingers reach to the back of your neck and you feel a little proud that you were able to guess as much earlier in the night. But it's gone as soon as it comes because when you don't respond, he leans down and kisses your jaw before he nips at the skin just below.

"Tell me, what were you thinking of?" He demands again, this time with more edge to his tone, and you lick your lips before you try to come up with a coherent sentence.

"I- I was thinking of your...your h-hands, and how large they are...how strong they looked when you- when you grasped the wine bottle so easily." You're surprised by how almost grammatically correct your response is and Pedro chuckles to himself when he feels you grab onto him tightly every time his fingers twitch against your skin.

"And..."

"And I wondered how your hand would f-feel as it wrapped around my...my- oh god, please." You finally manage to open your eyes and when you look into his normally brown orbs, you find only a hint of the soft color around the dilated pupils.

Fuck.

"Go no, tell me!" Pedro growls and slips his other hand around to the nape of your neck, taking a fistful of your hair and tugging on it to show you how much he wanted this, wanted you.

"I wanted to- to feel your hand wrap around my neck...and- and I realized that you could d-do anything you wanted with me and the thought of you...oh fuck, the thought of you easily overpowering me and pushing me down to my knees made me...made me-"

"Wet." Pedro took mercy on you and finished the rest of the sentence with a proud smirk. You hated how much you enjoyed this and before you begged for him some more, Pedro was leaning down and claiming your mouth in a heated kiss. His hands never once let up as he devoured your lips, the opposite actually. With every moan and whimper he earned from you, he tightened his hold around your jugular until you were a mess beneath him.

Loud laughter from the dining room forced the two of you to break apart and as he let go of you, you felt like you were about to fall. Pedro cornered you again and held you up until you could stand on your feet once more. You looked into his eyes and hoped that he could see through you so you didn't have to plead for him to touch you again.

"You're leaving with me tonight...if you want." You were surprised by how he hesitated following such a demand but it occurred to you that perhaps he was as unsure of your feelings as you were of his.

"Okay." You respond instantly and can't help but smile when his dimples return again. Turning around, you're about to head back into the room when you feel a strong hand pull on your wrist.

"And please, for my sake, don't look at me like that again." You look at him quizzically and Pedro chuckles when he realizes you genuinely aren't aware of the effect you were having on him.

"Bebita, you were looking at me like you were imagining me fucking you into oblivion with just my hands and I'm not sure I'd be able to hide my...excitement...if I were to catch you again. So, hold those pretty thoughts for now, yeah?" He wishes he could feel bad for teasing you this much but he doesn't, and instead pulls you in one last time for a quick kiss before he steps back.

"I- I'll try." You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair, halting in your steps when he calls after you before you're out of sight.

"Good girl."

[guns-in-the-desert]

Germany NSFW A-Z

I’m super excited to post this, I worked hella hard, so here it is.

A= Aftercare

   He’s not the best at it, as being soft and comforting isn’t in his nature. It takes him a while to get good at it, and when he does, it’s super routine, almost robotic (let’s be honest, he made a checklist.). Step 1. Ask if  you're alright, Step 2. Wipe you down, and so on and so forth.

B= Body Part

  Not to be basic but, your boobs are hands down his favorite part of your body, he loves to squeeze them, even when y’all aren’t fucking, he’ll play with them without even realizing, bonus points if you have sensitive nipples. On him he really likes his arms, he likes how they look around your waist, and how easily he can pick you up.

C= Cum

  Ludwig is a Super neat person, so he likes a quick and easy clean up. He likes to nut inside you/a condom or in your mouth, not only does he think it’s hella hot, but also there's little to no mess, it’s 10/10 for him.

D= Dirty secret

  He would die before telling anyone this, but he steals your panties, not that you don't know, he’s quite bad at returning them, so you notice them missing. He really wants to stop, but he just thinks it’s so hot, and they remind him of the different times you've done it, for example: You wore that pink velvet thong the first time he tied you up. P.S they're not always clean when he takes them, at this point don’t even let him do laundry

E= Experience

  He’s not as experienced as you might think, he’s quite awkward actually. He’s done it a few times, but he still can’t can’t look at your bare body without blushing, watches HELLA porn though , but don’t expect him to admit it.

F= Favorite Position

  He absolutely LOVES fucking you against the wall, you would never know it, but he’s kind of a show off. This position shows off his strength (and his biceps), plus he gets to feel your tits against him, it’s a win win situation for him.

G= Goofy (is he more serious or goofy in bed)

 This man ain’t even goofy in day to day life, like, at all. Y’all know damn well he did not come to play any kind of games with you, I wish you would try and crack a joke while his dick is out.

H= Hair

  He's neat, he trims regularly, he's well maintained and well groomed, would never shave it completely off (he gets cold) because it makes him feel less manly

I= Intimacy

  He’s not goofy, also not very intimate, he’s quite aggressive, being gentle isn’t in his nature, not that he’s trying to be during sex, like italy said in the show “he’s like some sort of super sadist.”.

J= Jack off

  He jacks off, a lot, don't ask him though, he’d practically deny knowing what masturbating is, claims it’s “DISGUSTANG”, despite literally getting porn for christmas. You've caught him in compromising positions multiple times, still denies ever doing though.

K= Kink

  “He's like some sort of super sadist.” Italy said it best will literally rock your shit for the hell of it. Flogging, spit, bondage, the whole nine yards, know s, almost no limits, will he slap you across your face and call you a whore? Yes. Will he choke you until your face turns blue? Yes. Will he tie you with a vibrator and leave you for hours? Definitely. Will he make you walk on a leash and sleep in a dog bed? Absolutely. Can he look at your tits, without blushing? Of course not, what are you, fuckin crazy?

L= Location

  The bed, he does NOT want to even risk getting caught, he’d be WAY too embarrassed. He decided to get frisky in the living room once, and Gil walked in. He didn’t fuck you for a week and he didn’t talk to his brother for a month, partially because Gilbert’s and asshole and takes every oppurtunity he has to bully his younger brother, partially due to embarrassment. 

M= Motivation

  Almost everything, surprisingly, he’s actually a pretty horny dude, but if you really wanna get him going, beg, he loves to see you beg, you could also crawl around on the floor in low cut top, and skirt in front of him, but don’t be surprised if you get a collar the next day.

N= No

  Will not, and I mean NEVER ever even consider sharing you under any circumstances. He doesn't care how much you beg and plead. Why would you want somebody else with y’all is there something he’s doing wrong, ask him again, I dare you, you'll get your ass beat, I mean it, in the hottest way possible of course.

O= Oral

  Ludwig prefers receiving, and even though you’re doing the sucking, he’s doing the work. Really rough, so don't be surprised if cum is coming out of your nose by the end of it. When it comes to giving, my guy had a stiff ass tongue at first, like he licked your pussy mad hard, he figured it out eventually, thank god.

P= Pace

  Surprise surprise, he’s mad rough, but does find a pace and a rhythm quite quickly, which is a really good trait not many people have (I assume) it’s easy to get into, which is always pleasant. It goes very smoothly.

Q= Quickies 

  Not the biggest fan of quickies but he’ll do them nonetheless, they just aren’t his favorite, he’d pick it over masturbation, not that he does that of course, your always a better option with his hand.

R= Risk

  He takes risks in the sense that he likes to experiment with new toys, kinks, roleplays, etc. not with location though, he sticks to the bedroom and the shower exclusively, and he's even iffy about that.

S= Stamina

  This man spent a decent chunk of the show running, so he can and will go for hours. It's kind of insane. 

T= Toys

  Yes, of course, ropes, vibrators, flogs, you name it, he's got it, it’s as simple as that.

U= Unfair

  While foreplay lasts for quite a while, he isn’t much of a tease. With the exception of the occasional orgasm denial, he’s pretty straight to the point. He doesn't see a reason to drag things out when it’s not necessary. Like if you're  getting flogged, you're getting flogged, there's no if, ands, or buts, he doesn't have time for talking or teasing.

V= Volume

  He sucks at dirty talk, so he lets his actions do all the talking. Doesn't really make noise during sex, there’s the occasional grunt, but even thats rare

W= Wild Card

  So I mentioned before that you caught him in compromising positions in the past, the first time this happened was an absolute disaster. You had walked in to ask him what he wanted for dinner, he looked like a deer in headlights. You asked him what he was doing and his response was “I lost my turtle.” I don't know what part of him thought he would believe because; 1) He doesn't own a turtle, 2) he somehow lost it in his dick? So for this to make sense, he would have had to go and buy a turtle, have it near his penis for whatever reason, proceed to forget about said turtle, and after all that it still would explain how a turtle would fit into anyway, like I know you have foreskin, but, damn. So you ask him if he was masterbating, which obviously ended like this “NEIN, THAT’S DISGUSTING!” 

X= X-Ray

  Big dick,  more girthy than it is long, but it still has quite a bit of length, has the slightest curve, and a vein along the underside, he’s uncut. Wait till you see this man in grey sweatpants.

Y= Yearningh  In the top 10 for characters with the highest sex drive, He’s number seven on the list. Which says more about the people above him than it says about him, himself.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly does he fall asleep after?)

  Either he’s out immediately, or  he gets up and does work, there is ZERO in between with this man, I really don’t know what to tell y’all.

I really hope y’all enjoyed, I don’t have any WIPs as of right now. So, I write when I get ideas until I get more requests. See y’all in the next one. Bye for now

[tamakiamajikiloverboy]

-slowly, yet nervously and shyly, comes back and approaches (not too close) to one of the Big 3, Tamaki Amajiki-

U-Uuhh... H..Hello... again... -begins to shake slightly, while looking down on the floor but shyly gives tiny glances to Tamaki at times- I uuuhh... c-came back here again, after... after being encouraged and suggested by my childhood best friend... And uh... She mentioned it was White's Day since March 14, so... thought I... guess I.... -a deep shade of red comes across my face- c-c-can... g-give you t..this...?

-shuts my eyes close as I shyly and carefully (shakingly) handled Tamaki a handmade, small square-shaped, white truffle box with a blue and purple lace wrapped around the box and on top, along with 2 hand-drawn and colored blue-purple butterflies on each 4 sides of the truffle box (inside are 16 or 20 round-shaped chocolate truffles with a mix of white, milk and dark ones. Mostly white chocolate ones.). A small folded purple note is attached on top of the box.-

I uh... h-hope you like them. I-I mean, enjoy them-- O-Or they're just ok... -keeps on looking down shyly with a sweatdrop after giving Tamaki my White Day's gift, the blush deepens from pure embarrassment-

-thinks- (I'm not so good with this...)

I'll uh... -slowly turns around to leave, while looking down but having my head slightly tilted over my shoulder to his direction- b-be around... o-or something... S-Somewhere quiet to chill alone around here... I-It's ok i-if you'll come and meet or not... S...See ya... I guess... -gives a slight wave and begins to anxiously walk away to find somewhere quiet and empty to chill on my own-

//The purple note will be read: "Hey... I know this is kinda silly to say in words to you, or I never done something like this in my life ever before... But... I have a (big) crush on you... Tamaki Amajiki. S...Sorry if this totally came from a total stranger, and I understand this is seriously awkward... So... yeah. P.S. Made these truffles at home, along with the chocolate box and its laces, and drew and colored those butterflies."//

(So sorry... ^^; Didn't mean to confuse ya'll. It's supposed to be directed to him... -shyly and anxiously points to a certain elf-earred guy- Plus uh... This is my very first time in participating such RP around here or in a social media, so my apologies... 😅🙇‍♀️ It's quite nerve-wrecking to start off...)

*completly red to ears and neck*

*when you leave, he starts unwrapping the box carefully almost scared it might break something inside*

*As he reads the note his face grows warmer and he starts to shake slightly*

*he thinks* What??? a crush? but why me??? god, maybe they got confused and they meant to give it to someone else. But it has my name on it…. maybe i should talk to them to ask, maybe they are joking or something

*he tries to find you but you don’t seem to be anywhere until he looks at you and you seem to be distracted by something else*

*he gets close to you with box still in hand and tried to give it to you*

Im sorry, i think you must got it wrong… i don’t understand why would you have a crush on me so i think is a misunderstanding.

I give you back your box in case it is. *after that he walks away from you a little sad from the interaction*

(Oh don’t worry, dear. I was just asking bc not everyone is looking for a romantic route. You keep doing this because i love it! Is so fun, it’s actually my first time roleplaying so I hope im doing a good job as well c:)

[dollslayer]

Pull

Sam Wilson x f!Reader

Summary: A brief interaction in the hallway with Sam leads to a mischievous moment between friends with benefits.

W/C: 1,693

Warnings: Smut, deepthroating, face fucking, hair pulling

A/N: In honor of Sam's birthday and @whisperlullaby 's 700 challenge (Congratulations!! I'm so soft for you Sam fics so I thought I'd roll with it!) I present you this!! This is my first Sam fic so I hope you guys like it! I know that descriptors of hair can make fics not always the most inclusive but I tried really hard to make this so that anyone could read it. If you feel like there's anything I can do better to make my fics more inclusive please please just message me and tell me! I want my fics to feel like they're made for everyone! p.s. - If you haven't already feel free to check out my other fics! If you liked this fic let me know! Cheers!

Main Masterlist

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You’d always kept your hair short, it was just easier. When you were young you didn’t want to deal with the trouble of caring for it and now it would just get in the way when you’re out in the field. The last thing you need is hair in your eyes messing up your shot or it getting caught in the various straps on your uniform.

You’d missed two hair appointments before leaving on a month-long mission and came back to a mountain of paperwork. Before you knew it another month had passed and then you spent another two just catching up on the rest of your life. Getting another appointment crossed your mind but you kept pushing it off and you didn’t trust yourself enough to take clippers to your own hair. I’ll call tomorrow became a regular note to yourself, just not one that ever got addressed.

It wasn’t until you were getting ready to head to the gym that you looked at yourself in the mirror and realized how much your hair had grown even in just that short time. Sighing, you searched for something to hold it back with so it’d stay out of your face. After wrestling with it for a minute, you had enough to make a small ponytail. Okay, for real I’ll call tomorrow. You set off towards the gym.

Making your way down the hallway with your headphones on you hadn’t heard Sam calling your name. He jogged to catch up to you and pulled you back by the ponytail to get you to stop walking. You felt your stomach drop a little bit as a jolt of surprise went straight to your core. Your hair had always been too short to put up, let alone to grab.

The look of surprise must have made it to your face because Sam immediately let go. He took a step back and moved to apologize after he let out a nervous laugh.

“I-I uh, sorry I don’t know why I grabbed your hair. It looks good though!” Sam said reassuringly, “Have you been growing it out? Um, sorry, anyways, I just wanted to make sure you were still down for later.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Yeah, yeah I’m game for that. Just text me the details.” You replied slowly.

With a lop-sided grin and a nod Sam turned on his heel and walked the other way. As you pulled open the door to the gym you replayed the moment when he grabbed your ponytail in your head. Images of him holding your hair tightly in his hand while you went down on him flashed through your mind. What if he just pulled a little harder? Quit it, just get through the workout. You needed a cold shower.

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You did end up taking a cold shower after your workout, unable to stop thinking of the feeling of Sam’s hands in your hair. You two had been maintaining a friends with benefits relationship for a few months and tonight you were going to hang out.

You really enjoyed Sam in bed and as a friend, it was becoming increasingly difficult not to blur the lines. He was on the month long mission with you and you had gotten to know him so much better. You’d found that underneath his cocky and joking attitude was a good man that cared deeply for the people in his life. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want what you and Sam had to be more.

As you got ready for the night in you tried to decide what to do with your hair. Even though you hated it getting in your eyes you couldn’t deny it looked kinda cute when it was down. You set your hair free from the ponytail and let it fall around your face. You admired it in the mirror and set to work on your makeup.

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It had apparently been a rough day of training recruits for Sam, which meant it was likely going to be a rough night in store for you too. Not that you minded, Sam always pushed your boundaries but he also respected them so you never worried when he was a little bit more rowdy with you.

Much to your surprise and slight annoyance Sam was soft tonight. Normally this would make you swoon but if you were being real, you just wanted him to rail you and grab your hair again. Before you realized your feelings for him you were able to be a little more demanding in bed. Now that you were aware you were slowly falling for him you had become suddenly shy when it came to vocalizing your wants, almost afraid that you might let it slip that you wanted him in total.

As he kissed your collar bone you thought of ways to get him to do what you wanted without coming out and saying it. You suddenly pushed on his shoulders and flipped him so you were the one on top. You made your way down his body leaving trails of bites and kisses that had soft gasps escaping him. You took off his boxers slowly and maintained eye contact.

Finally his cock was free from its confines and it was hard as a rock. You smirked and took it in your hands, feeling the veins throb under your touch. You started pumping your hand up and down his length and let out a moan that gave you all the encouragement you needed.

You looked up at him and smirked. Showtime. You stuck your tongue out to taste the dab of precum that gathered at his tip while you dipped your tongue into his slit. He jolted upwards in momentary shock and gasped again. You could see he was trying to hold his hands at his sides, let you take your time. You could also see he was hanging by a thread already.

You took the tip of his cock into your mouth and let your tongue set his nerves ablaze. Slowly inching more of him into your mouth and using your hand on what you didn’t take. Until you didn’t. You took a breath and removed your hand, swallowing his length in one go. Sam let out the low groan that had you moaning in return. The vibrations of your voice caused him to involuntarily buck his hips upwards.

“Baby… oh my god, what on Earth are you doing to me?”

You just smiled to yourself and kept going. Sam gave into his instincts and brought one of his hands to your head, fingers tugging on what he could gather of your hair. He didn’t grab it like you’d hoped he would, just rooted himself in it and guided you gently. You looked up to find his other hand grasping desperately at the sheets with his spare hand. Okay, now do that to me You thought desperately.

You decided to double your efforts to see where it got you. You gagged as you tried to breathe through your nose while you bobbed up and down on his cock. His hips were bucking even more and you could tell he was getting close.

With no warning both his hands latched onto your hair to hold your head in place while he started to fuck your face. You were taken by surprise, even when Sam was at his roughest he’d never done this. You had to admit it was hot to see him lose control like this. You shuddered as he gripped your hair even tighter, reliving that feeling from earlier in the day. You clenched your thighs together and felt wetness stick to them as you kept your focus on breathing and getting him to cum.

Your plans were interrupted abruptly when his hands pulled you up by the hair off of his cock. You tensed in pleasure at the feeling, the tension pulling at your roots and the intense eye contact you made when he brought your head up to meet his eye. His chest was heaving, his cock pulsing and tensing from the near-orgasm.

“That was, Oh my god. I don’t even know what that was” He said as he exhaled. “Sorry I’m pullin’ on your hair again”

He untangled himself from your locks and pulled them just a little bit more in the process. You clenched your thighs again at the feeling and bit your lip to keep from moaning. Sam noticed this and his signature smirk graced his face.

“Unless… you like that?” He questioned knowingly “Does that turn you on? When I pull your hair?”

You felt heat come to your cheeks and you held back a coy smile as you looked away. You were almost too dazed and cock-drunk to feel humiliation but it still crept its way into your brain. Why am I embarrassed? He already knows. What the hell is this man doing to me?

Apparently you took too long to answer because one of his hands caught the hair at the back of your neck and forced you to look at him.

“Answer me, baby. Does it make you wet when I pull your hair?” His hand crept down your body and he swiped your folds. Bringing his hand up in front of his face so you both could see the way your slick dripped down his fingers. He smacked his lips and then sucked his fingers clean.

You could only whimper and nod when his grip tightened. His grin only grew wider watching you squirm.

“Is that why you took me so well just now? You wanted me to grab you? Wanted me to fuck your face?”

Good lord, the mouth on this man. He moved around you so that he was on top of you, lips almost brushing with yours.

“Bad girl, keeping things from me. Think you need to be punished?” he teased. His cock was still hard and you could feel it between your thighs rubbing between the mess you’d made.

“Yes, please”, You moaned a little at the feeling and nodded. This is going to be a long night.

[randominagines]

Request: um do you mind doing a nick smut with this promt stop teasing me or I won't hesitate doing the same to you

Requested by: @purpl3st4rs

Pairing: nick clark x fem!reader

Setting: season 2

Warning: smut, sex language, what if

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gif belongs to the creator

To make amends

Y/n was just mad at her boyfriend. She couldn't find him: the Thomas Abigail Ranch was huge and she was tired of walking around in search of him. -- This is just pointless, maybe he's gone for a walk. -- Alicia said and crossed her arms while looking at y/n sitting next to her on her bed. Whenever she was worried about Nick, she used to go to Alicia to find comfort. -- For a walk? During a zombie apocalypse? -- y/n rhetorically asked while squeezing with Alicia's pillow, her friend sighed. -- You know Nick, he's just like this. Whenever he wants to do something he just does it without even bothering to tell anyone. He will be here soon. -- she tried to comfort y/n an caressed her back. She nodded and stood up while putting the pillow back on Alicia's bed. -- I'll go eat something, I'm nervous and I need a distraction. -- she said while running her hands through her hair. Alicia nodded and gave her a glimpse of a smile. Y/m left the room and walked toward the kitchen, her mind already portraying the worst kind of scenario in which Nick had been murdered or worse, turned into a zombie.

She entered the kitchen and walked toward the fridge trying to make less noise possible, it was very late and everyone was asleep; her stomach was mumbling because she hadn't touched food all day long, she as too nervous to eat. She was about to open the fridge when she felt an arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her. She gasped. -- Babe, it's just me. -- Nick's voice made the knot that was closing her stomach disappear. She immediately turned and hugged him. -- You jerk! Where have you been all day long?! I was crazy worried. -- she scolded her boyfriend trying to keep her voice low while squeezing his shirt. He probably had just finished showering, he had a strong soap scent on his skin and the tip of his hair were still a bit wet. She looked at him and noticed he was wearing a blue shirt with a black jacket, probably new clothes, and his hair were not messy for once. Yes, definitely just got out of the shower. He gently caressed her head. -- Y/n, I was doing something for Celia. I didn't warn you this morning because you were sleeping peacefully for once and I didn't want to wake you up. -- he explained while looking at her, his eyes filled with love. She pushed him back and crossed her arms over her chest. -- So you thought that making me wonder if you were alive or dead all day long was a better idea than waking me up for a second? -- she rhetorically asked while raising an eyebrow, he scratched the back of his head but smiled trying to hug her. She dodged his touch. -- No, Nick Clark, you won't get away with this so easily, this time. -- she said and sat on the kitchen table; she was wearing a denim skirt and it was quite short so she immediately felt the cold wood under her legs and frowned. He walked toward her and out both of his warm hands on her legs; the contrast between Nick's hands and the table made her wince. She looked at him in his eyes. -- Now you're going to tell me what the hell is going on and why you're always doing stuff for Celia. -- she commanded and he sighed, he knew that she was stubborn enough to go on asking that for days. He surrendered. -- Okay, I was searching someone for her. A zombie, actually. -- he said as if it was the most normal thing ever. She widened her eyes but he went on. -- She believes that they are not entirely dead and she keeps them here, at the ranch, maybe hoping that one day we'll have a cure able to take them back to their... well, humanity, I suppose. -- Nick explained while brushing a lock of her y/h/c hair behind her ear, she shook her head but caressed his cheek.-- Nick, I know this is a strange world and we've seen a lot of things, but this really is the most nonsense idea ever. -- she said and scanned him with her eyes, she was not sure Nick agreed with her. He sighed. -- I want to believe that a better way than killing them all is possible. -- he said and she tenderly smiled, her hands cupping his face. -- Oh, baby, your heart is too pure for this world. -- she whispered and kissed him. He immediately caressed her legs and she opened them to let him get closer to her. She caressed the back of his head, the familiar sensation of kissing him making her feel butterflies in her stomach as always. He bit her lower lip. -- Am I forgiven? -- he joked and she rolled her eyes, her arms crossed behind his shoulders. -- Absolutely not, can you imagine how stressed I have been all day long? The tension was killing me! -- she complained and pretended to be tired, he shook his head and laughed, his fingers drawing figures on her legs. He kissed her, more passionately this time. His tongue searched for hers.-- Can I try to make amends? -- he asked on her lips, a smirk appearing on his face, she raised her eyebrows and felt his hands caressing her inner thigh. -- What do you suggest? -- she asked and he smiled, his hands now gently pushing her on the table as to invite her to lay down, she did it and he removed his jacket to put it under her head. She smiled at his thoughtfulness while spreading her legs.

He immediately started to kiss her inner thigh, his lips teasing her with small kisses. She ran her fingers through his hair and softly moaned. He smiled at that sound and bit her there, she rolled her eyes. -- Nick... -- y/n whispered while spreading her legs even more, he smirked and raised his head to look at her. -- Yes, baby? -- his breath on her clit, she sighed in frustration. He moved her slip aside and she expected him to finally give her what she wanted, instead he kept kissing her inner thigh while his hand gently squeezed her legs. She knew he was playing, he loved driving her crazy. She raised her torto to look at him, her eyes stuck into his while her head grabbed his shirt to pull him toward her. Her lips crushed against his, her tongue licking his lower lip and her hands sliding under his shirt to scratch his shoulders. He grinned on her lips when she stopped kissing him, she was breathless. -- Stop teasing me or I won't hesitate doing the same to you. -- she whispered, her lips on his and her eyes challenging him. He chuckled on her lips and grabbed her by her neck, his touch rough but delicate at the same time. -- As you wish, babe. -- he whispered before pushing her down and quickly moving his head toward her legs again. He didn't waste more time: he took off her slip and his tongue was finally on her clit. She let out a moan as soon as she felt her boyfriend sucking it and immediately covered her mouth with her head. He smiled at the thought that they were risking to be caught by the whole ranch but didn't stop licking her. She pulled his hair as to make him notice that she was absolutely loving his touch and he understood that she was craving for more when her nails scratched his shoulder. He fastened the rythm of his tongue while penetrating her with a finger. She widened her eyes trying to avoid moaning but her legs started to shake. He loved giving her pleasure so he raised his eyes to look at her, there was nothing more beautiful to him that seeing y/n like that. He enjoyed the view of his girlfriend feeling so much pleasure and felt his own growing inside of him. His tongue circled her clit and she looked at him, her hands in his hair. -- Oh shit, Nick, do it again. -- she begged while her legs opened wide, he repeated the previous trick with his tongue and made it faster. She felt she was about to come and covered her mouth with a hand, the other one pulling her boyfriend's hair. He started to move his finger faster and sucked her clit, the other hand sliding under her shirt and squeezing her nipple. She arched her back, her orgasm finally exploding inside of her. He smiled feeling the familiar heat of her orgasm on his finger while gradually slowing down. As soon as his tongue stopped, she caressed his shoulders. -- Come here, I want to kiss you. -- she whispered. He obeyed and his lips meet hers, she could taste herself on his tongue. He caressed the bare skin of her legs while biting her lower lip. She caressed his chest and looked at him while standing up from the table. -- My turn -- she said and pushed her hair behind . He grinned and grabbed her neck again, making her moan, and kissed her roughly while she started to unbotton his belt. She licked his lower lip before smiling at him and kneeling down, her hands dropping his trousers and boxer. He threw his head back when she took him in her mouth, the movement being slow as she knew he liked him. He moaned her name when she scratched his chest, her nails leaving slight scrapes there. She took the base with her hand, working her fingers and her tongue simultaneously to pleasure him. She used to find his pleasure even more beautiful that her own; making him happy was the best thing for y/n. He moved her hair from her face to look at her, nothing turned him on as looking at his girlfriend during sex. She raised her eyes to meet his and he felt his orgasm getting too close. He reluctantly stopped her. -- Babe, come here. -- he said while inviting her to stand up.

She knew he didn't want to come so she nodded and stoop up, his hands immediately grabbing her waist to kiss her. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, perceiving his desire pushing against her crotch. He turned and sat her on the table without stopping kissing her. She moaned when he bit her lower lip. He smiled and started to kiss her neck, his hands caressing her legs while she was spreading it. -- Nick, just fuck me. -- she whispered, her face hidden in the crook of his neck. She smiled, his lips still on her neck, and pushed inside of her. She had to summon up all of her good sense not to scream in pleasure. He put his hand on her mouth and started to fuck her, the sound of their bodies crushing against each other was the only one filling the room. She looked at him in his eyes while removing her shirt and exposing her bare breasts to him. He immediately grinned and bit one her nipple while tormenting the other with his fingers. Her hands caressed his shoulders while he fastened the rythm, they were both close. He saw drops of sweat running down her neck, between her breast, and understood that she was about to come. He kissed her passionately while pushing inside of her fasted, his fingers now drawing circles on her clit. She softly moaned on his lips and widened her eyes, pleasure burning in them. He felt his own suddenly growing. -- Nick... -- she whispered out of breath and came, her walls tightening around him and her eyes rolling behind. He smiled, his lips biting her neck and kept pushing untill he felt he was about to come too. He looked at her and she immediately understood: she quickly kneeled down and took him in her mouth again, his orgasm raining on her tongue. He moaned her name while coming.

She waited for him to be done before standing up and looking at him, his fingers caressing her breast. He crushed his lips on hers and kissed her, passionately at first, the adrenaline still burning in him, but the kiss slowly became more intimate, delicate, tender. She caressed the back of his head while smelling the typical scent of sex, made up of body sweat, passion, dirty hands. Nothing about having sex with Nick was unpleasant, she absolutely loved sharing intimacy with him. He was the love of her life, after all. He smiled while taking her shirt and tenderly helping her to wear it again. She also picked up her slip while he pulled up his trousers and took his jaket. She smiled brushing his messy hair and he caressed her cheek. -- I love you, y/n, I didn't mean to scare you today. -- he whispered, his voice sounded sincerely filled with regret. She shook her head and caressed his lips with her thumb. -- It's okay, you're safe, that's all that matters to me. I know I can't stop you from doing what you think it's right, just promise me you'll be careful. I love you, I don't want to lose you. -- she said and he nodded while gently grabbing her by her waist to hug her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and left a small kiss there, she held him tight. -- we should go, before someone comes for a snack and finds us here. -- he said and took her hand. They started walking toward the corridor and she laughed. -- I was here for a snack, actually. -- she confessed while walking close to him, he smiled looking at her. -- Well, we both had our snack. -- he joked and she shook her head chuckling. They entered their shared room. -- So, you're not hungry anymore? -- y/n asked as soon as she locked their door, he raised his eyebrow looking at her and putting his jacket on a chair. She grinned while throwing her slip at him, she hadn't put it on. He caught it and smirked looking at her. -- Someone hasn't had enough. -- he joked walking toward her and grabbing her by her hips. She kissed him while pushing him toward their bed: he sat on it and she immediately sat on him, her hands already umbottoning his shirt. She smiled seeing his bare chest, she hated full clothed sex because she used to find his body absolutely perfect and she loved watching it. He caressed her back while staring at her. -- I love when you take control. -- he whispered and she smiled in surprise: he was mostly a dom so he never admitted anything like that before. She didn't need to hear more: she pushed him down and lowered to him, her lips on his and her hands on his chest. She bit his lower lip before speaking, her voice a whisper. -- Perfect, then just let me fuck you, this time. --

[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, kidnapping, human trafficking, slight mention of body shaming, allusion to non-con.

Words: 2195.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

P.S. Peter is an adult!

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"We hope you are going to enjoy your new girl, Mr. Stark." The man loosened his grip on your shoulder as he let you march straight into the arms of a stranger in a fancy striped suit and big frightening men with guns surrounding him.

"Nah, this one isn't for me." The stranger who bought you brushed it off as if your presence meant nothing. "She's a present for the boy. Peter, where the fuck are you?"

You almost jumped at his loud voice, keeping your head low and watching your unstable feet. Well, you expected as much - before you that mysterious Mr. Stark bought one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life. Her striking black hair was shining even in the dim lights of the dressing room where all captured girls were taken care of before the start of the auction. She costed twice more than you and had much more admirers - you remembered how men were shouting, trying to outbid each other. You weren't that popular, but still ended up being purchased by the same man she was. Now it all made sense.

"I'm here, Mr. Stark!" A young boy's head popped out in the crowd of other buyers, and he emerged right in front of you with a long men's coat in his hands. "I'm sorry it took me so long!"

"Look at this gent." The man smirked at him, and his guards laughed a little at the boy's enthusiasm. "So caring! I hope you're not going to take the girl straight to church?"

Now there was an inappropriately loud burst of laughter, and you bit your own tongue. They all were a bunch of bastards, but your life depended on them now. You needed to keep your mouth shut if you wanted to make it out alive.

The boy smiled brightly at his patron and looked at you with sparkles of happiness in his dark eyes. Oh, at least he was more or less pleased with the way you looked, you thought.

"Congrats with your first girl, Peter." Mr. Stark's smug grin suddenly turned warm at the sight of the boy who was almost jumping with excitement in front of him. "You're sure she's the one you want? I can still get a replacement if you've changed your mind."

"No, no, Mr. Stark, she's perfect for me!" Once the man in the suit nudged you to come closer to the boy, Peter gently wrapped your shoulders into the coat he carried and smiled at you widely. "Thank you so much for your present, sir!"

"Enjoy, kid." His patron smirked and motioned to the men waiting for him. "Let's get going then, I have business to attend to."

Judging by their nasty smirks, his business had something to do with that gorgeous black-haired woman they took somewhere earlier. You did your best not to throw up at the thought of him forcing her down her knees.

"Can you walk?" The boy suddenly asked you quietly, and you blinked. "Do you want me to carry you?"

Nice joke. The guy looked twice slimmer than you, skinny as a rail. You'd break him in half, probably. You weren't sure whether he was mocking you, but it was obviously not the right time to throw a temper tantrum.

"I can walk. Thank you." You mumbled and made a step towards those men who were already leaving.

"Ok. Come with me then." You thought his boyish smile looked pretty.

You walked past other girls dressed in expensive flashy lingerie adorned with glitter, sequins, and laces. Some of young women were as terrified as you were, their faces red with tears; the others seemed strangely happy, shouting something to each other and giggling in front of their new masters - you thought those girls were prostitutes or someone of the same kind because the idea of laughing happily after being bought like a piece of clothing didn't sit well with you. You spotted a few more ladies who were still unstable on their feet because they were given too much drugs, probably. Two dozens women, maybe more, were gathered in a place like that to become someone's property. Like you did now.

It was cold outside despite September being usually warm in New York. You had never lived here before, but one of your friends moved in the Big Apple two years ago and was always talking about nice weather they often enjoyed.

"It's right over there." The boy pointed to one of the cars in a long row of them, Mr. Stark already getting inside a ridiculously fashionable one. Peter's old Honda was nowhere near that, but you were relieved. It made you feel like you weren't taken to some scary place full of criminals waiting to fuck the shit out of you.

The kid opened the door for you like you were some fairytale princess or something, and you got inside, holding the coat that almost slipped from your shaking shoulders while the boy quickly landed on the driver's seat. You couldn't guess his age, but if he drove the car he was probably older than 16.

"I'm so sorry, I know you're cold." He glanced at your silk robe beneath the coat, your legs bare - you had nothing but fluffy slippers on your feet. "It'll get better in a minute."

What a considerate little guy. If he didn't show up with that overconfident mobster who looked like he owned New York, you'd think Peter was some sweet high schooler who spent his weekends working in an animal shelter. But you weren't stupid to believe his innocent looks.

At one point you thought he might be Mr. Stark's illegitimate son, but something told you  it wasn't that. The way Peter looked at him with adoration proved that the man was more of his patron as you suspected from the very beginning.

"I know they didn't feed you today, so I brought you some chicken soup." He said and reached to grab something from the back seat - you glanced at the metal food jar thermos that softly landed on your naked lap.

Did he bring you food? For real? No, it must be some trick - there were drugs or something like that there, for sure. Why else was this guy playing the role of your mother, for God's sake?

"You're not allergic to chicken, are you?" Kid looked concerned, watching the troubled expression on your face. "Oh shoot, I didn't check your allergies!"

"I'm not allergic." You quickly replied, afraid to make him upset.

He was getting restless too fast, you thought. Peter really behaved like a kid. What was that Mr. Stark told him after the auction? Something like "congrats with your first girl", wasn't it? So, it probably meant Peter had never been with a woman before. Not that you had been with a man, either. Maybe that's why he picked you.

But it also could be all an act. Teenagers weren't getting slaves to take care of their sexual needs. Maybe this Peter wasn't as young as you thought, and in fact he was some psycho who planned to drug, rape and murder you.

Either way, he would get mad if you didn't get started with that soup - you could read it in his face.

Opening the jar, you felt a delicious smell filling your nostrils when your stomach made an ugly sound. Damn, you had never been so hungry in your entire life.

The truth was the supervisors who took care of all the girls before the auction made you starve for two days "to get you in shape". They said you were too fat and they had to do something to make you at least a bit more presentable.

"Well, if I'm going to die, I will die with a full stomach." You thought gloomly and started gulping down the warm soup. It tasted heavenly good.

The boy watched you in awe as if you were becoming more and more beautiful with eash sip.

"I'm not much of a cook, but Aunt May managed to teach me to make a chicken soup." He said with a sudden warmth to his voice. "So, um, don't worry, you won't die of starvation with me."

You forced yourself to smile at his attempt to make a small joke. As far as you were concerned, your body was perfectly okay even after you finished eating. Maybe the drug took longer to start affecting you, but maybe you were just lucky and there was nothing in the soup at all.

All of a sudden, Peter's phone started ringing, and he took it from the pocket of his jacket immediately.

"Where the fuck are you again, kid?" You could hear Stark's thundering voice even from your seat.

"I'm sorry, sir!" The boy squeaked and adjusted his seatbelt. "We're coming!"

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The room he brought you to was fairly large and comfortable to your tastes: there were a comfy king-sized bed, a huge table with a dozen of oddly-looking gadgets and two screens, a chair, a drawer and a closet. There was also a newly-bought TV that wasn't set up yet, and a microwave on a side table.

"I'm terribly sorry for the mess." Peter apologized to you as if you were his parent who came to scold him. "Don't worry, I'll take it all away. Please come and sit here."

He briefly gestured to the bed, and you bit down on your lower lip nervously. The kid was fast.

You didn't talk much in the car since you were waiting for the drug to kick in, but nothing happened. As for Peter, you thought that he was too shy to talk, but maybe he just didn't want to. In the end, he asked his patron to buy you for a very different reason.

"The bathroom is over there. You can take your shower, if you want." He smiled childishly at you.

How could he keep such innocent face when he was about to rape you?

You gathered whatever courage you had left and said, "C-can we talk?"

The boy froze on the spot and dropped whatever gadget he was holding back on the table. You glanced at his skinny boyish figure, that dark ruffled hair and a really pretty face - he looked like your neighbor's sweet son who would climb a tree to get a cat stuck up there back to the ground.

"Of course!" Peter landed on the bed close to you, watching you with his undying enthusiasm. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Why did you choose me?"

You really wanted to know. You weren't the usual goods they sold on that auction, the human traffickers said. Though there were a few girls who weren't breathtakingly beautiful, most of the ones brought there were well above average women. They looked like they came straight from Victoria's Secret Show.

"Well... um." You could see his ears getting red. "You're... pretty. I like you."

Huh, funny. Why did you ask? The answer was obvious - you were cheap. Mr. Stark didn't want to spend too much money on a present for the kid, so Peter had rather limited choice, probably.

"Why are you getting upset?" He sounded so concerned that you made yourself smile again to calm him down. Anyway, it was better to be grateful. You were almost sold to some disgusting old man. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't. I'm sorry." You hurried to say. "I'm sorry you didn't get anyone better than me. That place was full of magnificent women."

What the fuck were you saying? Did you seriously think those poor souls deserved to be sold like cattle just because they were prettier than you? God, you were so messed up.

"Wait, no!" The boy grabbed your hands in his and made you flinch involuntarily. "No, no, you're beautiful! I chose you because I like you more than anyone else."

Bewildered, you looked at his worried expression, his eyes staring at you intensely while you squeezed your thighs together. Hearing the boy say that felt very odd, but kind of... comforting? Not many people ever called you beautiful, mind your mother and a few friends. It was stupid to think about it now when the one calling you that was the man whose property you had become, yet you couldn't help but get those little butterflies in your stomach.

You eyes watered, and you quickly wiped your tears away.

"People were treating you badly, weren't they? It's terrible." The boy pulled out a pack of napkins and took one, gently pressing it to your wet cheek. "But I swear I fell in love with you once I saw your photos on the website. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, for real!"

When he removed the napkin, you saw his pupils dilating and felt his breath becoming ragged, heavy. One of his hands rested on your thigh as he leaned closer to you and sniffed your hair. Your body went stiff.

"No one gonna say anything nasty to you from now on. I'll make sure of that."

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[tortoisenottortoise]

Am I the only one who likes seeing muscular women in media more than muscular men?

Alright so, this one will probably end up much shorter and a little more ranty than I'd like, but this is kind of personal so be fairly warned. 

 Recently I've seen a few complaints about the new He-Man show and honestly, I fully understand and empathize with them. Whilst I haven't fully seen the show, from what I've viewed I can personally speaking agree (or at the very least understand) where most criticisms come from. I think it's incredibly shitty that the writer basically lied to his audience about how the show would run. Now normally I'd be fine with a twist such as He-man dying, but he's an important part of the show and the way the marketing & merchandising for it was running kind of comes across as him basically using He-Man's name to get people into the show. I also feel like it's fine to view Teela as obnoxious and annoying, nothing about her personality-wise seems likable to me. I also heard a few complaints about Orko's (I think that's his name, don't crucify me) backstory and how his character was handled.Yet as the title suggests one that didn't stick with me was the criticism of Teela and a general trend towards the criticism of women in media as being "masculine". 

I've heard over and over that Hollywood representing strong women by giving them masculine traits is a bad thing and yet... I kind of don't get it? It feels odd to say, almost like I'm the dumbest man alive for admitting something which most people on the internet seem to be so sure about, yet I just don't understand where this is coming from. I've seen this thrown at She-hulk, Wonder Woman, Abby, and many other characters, yet when inquired it usually loops back around to, "Yeah they have muscles", and that's about it. This type of criticism in specific seems to overly focus on the appearance of said characters. It's the one critique I just can't get behind and it feels like at best it's a shallow criticism that fails to get its point across, and at worst it's actively demeaning to women who desire to or show masculine traits. But first, let me break this down into sections.

Section 1: Muscles =/= Masculinity (In my opinion at least)

Oh boy, I feel like this is a section that might rustle some feathers, but I'm going to try and explain myself best as possible. I simply do not view muscularity as a feature that is inherent to or should be inherent to men. I'm not going to pretend as if muscular men aren't more saturated in media and art, nor as if they're societally treated as masculine, but one of the reasons I fail to understand this criticism is that I see muscles beyond the horizons as being just a masculine trait. 

I believe that muscles should instead be seen as a sign of hard work and determination. As someone who's currently trying (and struggling) to stay healthy and fit, it's much harder than a lot of media portrays it to be. It's a test where you push yourself to the limits, not just for the sake of doing it, but so you can improve as a person. Whenever I go to the gym and see a muscular gal or guy walk by, my immediate thought isn't, "how masculine" or anything like that my thought is, "wow! They worked hard to get like that, I should work hard as well!". 

This interpretation tends to feel like it's just simply taking a piss on people who actively work hard to achieve higher levels of strength. Especially when society places and enforces these unrealistic standards onto people. If you don't have a six-quintillion pack nor can bench press a fucking house then you're worthless, of course, that is unless you actually attempt to pursue said standards which in that case you're automatically dismissed as cheating your way to gaining your muscles instead of putting any work in. And that's just for men who often don't have to deal with traditional idiots who are stuck in the year 1950 where I can't walk on the same street as them. My skin crawls when reading tweets from older men talking about how weightlifting women are "ruining their fertility" and I absolutely hate it when people in my life treat these women as if they're mythical creatures from a fairy tale, or when females who have trained to such a degree are simply dismissed as being inferior. 

Obviously, I don't think the people who say this are like that, but whenever I hear this type of critique I can't help but think of the culmination of all these experiences I've gone through. But then again, this might honestly just be because I'm personally attracted to muscular women.

  Section 2: Body type diversity

  Another reason that I tend to like muscular women in media over muscular men is simply due to the sheer oversaturation of muscular men. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem if anybody likes muscular men. I totally get wanting to shove your face in between some man titties or get inspired by their physiques. In all honesty, almost everything I said earlier can directly apply to men, but one of the reasons I bring up body type diversity is that there tend to be much less muscular women than men. I

f anything, I'd have to say that muscular men are almost treated as the default when it comes to things like superhero comics, movies, video games, anime, etc. In a similar vein, the default for women tends to be slim and curvaceous, you get the drill. Whenever someone who doesn't fit into either body type shows up and isn't treated like a joke/gag or a character to rip on, I can't help but be happy about it. As much as I have no clue wtf is going on with TLOU2, I can appreciate that Abby's portrayal doesn't seem to exist solely as a joke meant to demean women for working out. I'm excited when an anime protagonist is a fat character who can go beyond just being a "fat guy" and is treated the same way a normal person would be.

 Regardless of what you think about whatever trait you're criticizing, there's probably someone out there who fits it. If you're not into it or dislike it, then that's fine, but I'd rather have that expressed than it being actively made out as a harmful trope as opposed to just literally another body type that some women have.

  Section 3: Muscular women inspire me more

Ok so, we've now blown into a full-on personal experience, buckle up boys, girls, NBs, anything in between, and I feel like I'm forgetting someone so apologies! But yeah, muscular women in media tend to be a lot more inspiring than people seem to give them credit for. This comes down to a mix of both the qualities I outlined earlier in what makes the characters inspiring but also plays into the idea of body diversity. 

One of the traits that make amazons seem more inspiring is their inherent rarity/lack of screentime. As I stated earlier, whilst I do enjoy my fair share of man-titties, it kind of gets to a point where it's more depressing than inspiring when all you see is just super-models shoved in your face whenever you walk into a theater. If for every Goku I could find ten other guys who were on the chubbier side then I'd be able to take more from when I see Goku and other characters with his body type, yet it's so saturated that it no longer becomes something to aspire to, but simply the norm.  It's not that you can work to become muscular or skinny with hard work and effort, you have to be muscular or skinny unless you want to be deemed a failure. Being chubby often isn't presented as a starting point but just treated as a defect. As someone who spent years battling with my own self-perception, that's just not a good message to get across.

Now, this obviously isn't to say that people can never make muscular characters. After all, it's their story so they can put whatever they want in it. The aim of the game isn't to stop people from making a specific type of character, but to encourage a diverse set of people to make a diverse set of characters. This is the reason why I view muscular women as so inspiring. Instead of coming across as just "the norm" or "the standard" they stand out from the crowd and despite knowing what they have to deal with, are still ready and willing to work out and improve their bodies. They had a goal in mind and set time aside to achieve said goal, that's something I can get behind.

  Conclusion:

This will be another short section, but I just wanted to mention it because it caps off my thoughts on this post in general. What originally started as me just not getting the reason why people disliked Teela's design somehow turned into a passionate rant and I'm A) not sure if it fits on this particular subsection of the community, B) scared I'm going to get ripped to pieces, and C) somewhat unsatisfied with all that I said. At the end of the day, this probably won't be seen by too many people, but to those who do see it, I hope you have a wonderful day. I just wanted to talk about something that was near and dear to my heart and hoped that I made it clear why I view things the way I do. 

P.S: Can we stop having this double standard where we act like women whose arms show the slightest hint of definition are "unrealistic" whilst men can look like tree trunks and be considered normal and healthy? please and thank you!

[mojofun]

Not My Type (Sirius Black x Reader)

Hello earthlings :) This is an entry for This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the wonderful @obsessedwithrandomthings​ for getting 500 followers; congrats again :) The prompt I chose this time was <<You look so good in my shirt>>. I can just imagine our dear Sirius using lame one-liners when flirting with girls, and this is the result. P.S. I’ve been listening to Motionless in White lately, so this thing is packed with lyrics references. Besides, Sirius looks like the kind of guy who would totally dig that style of music so I thought “why not?” I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07

<<Remus?>>

No answer

<<Remus. Remus Lupin>>

Still silence

<<Remus John Lupin>>

Still no reply

<<Moony. Moony, Moony, Moony->>

<<WHAT?!>> The taller Marauder ultimately snapped, turning to glare at his bespectacled friend; said friend acted like nothing happened, simply holding up a slip of paper

<<Do you think Lily will like it?>>

Sighing, Remus gave the poem a skim before rolling his eyes

<<Won’t you give the poor girl a moment of reprieve, James?>>

<<Cmon, help a friend in need!>>

<<Why me?>>

<<You always has a way with words>>

A snort came from the opposite side of the room

<<And yet, he still got no date>>

Remus scowled

<<Prongs, why don’t you ask Padfoot then? Merlin knows Y/N loves his idiotic pickup lines>>

Sirius acknowledged the hit, rising from his bed and walking toward his two mates with a strut. Once there, he took James’s poem and read it, nodding in approval

<<Go for it, pal>>

<<What about you, oh great master of poetry?>> Moony teased, still miffed about Sirius’s jab <<How will you annoy your muse today?>>

The shorter male chuckled, smirking mischievously

<<Don’t worry, Moony. I’m very well-prepared>>

<<That’s exactly what worries me>>

              _______

<<Y/N! Y/N!>>

Sirius greeted the H/C girl who’d just walked in the class with her friends. As soon as she saw him, she groaned

<<Oh no>>

<<Come sit by me!>>

Another H/N patted her back soothingly while she face-palmed

<<I think I already know what my boggart’s gonna look like>>

<<Oh love, come on! You don’t need to be afraid of me!>>

<<I’m not scared: now that I think about it, you look like my boggart after I’ve cast Riddiculus>> The female deadpanned.

Sirius was stumped.

Beside him, Janes cackled

<<Your girl’s got sass, Padfoot>>

The other guy could only nod, watching as his crush took a seat as far as possible from him- or tried to: thanks to his distraction, all the other spots were occupied.

That meant she was sitting in the next desk. 

Y/N hoped that she’d successfully quelled the Gryffindor’s idiotic onslaught.

Well, she did... Just for a little while though

<<Such a sharp tongue for someone so pretty, doll>>

<<I also own very sharp blades, Black>> The girl countered, glaring at him <<Do not tempt me>>

<<I knew you couldn’t resist!>> He cackled

<<Yes, my killing instincts are very strong right now>>

The quaint theatre was interrupted by the arrival of Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, who immediately gave dispositions for the class

<<Very well. Today, you will work in pairs>>

The sentence every student dreaded, especially poor Y/N.

It seemed luck was not on her side that day because, when the professor announced her partner, she was faced with a smug Sirius, grinning from ear to ear

<<You know, my therapist says I’m afraid of commitment. Wanna help me prove em wrong?>>

<<Interesting. I’ve never wanted to commit more>>

<<Really?>>

<<Yes; a murder>> The E/C-eyed student walked away from him, heading toward the fire crab the professor had assigned them

<<Ready to give up, Padfoot?>>

<<Never>>

<<I don’t know whether to commend you on your tenacity or call you foolish>> Remus commented

<<She’s made of fire, but I can handle it. And no, James; I’m not talking about the crab>>

              _______

<<No no no no. Stop right there>>

<<What?>>

<<You need to chop those before feeding the crab>>

<<Oh>>

<<Give them to me>>

Sirius nodded, handing her the food and watching her cut it, slowly and precisely

<<Where have you been all my life?>>

<<Hiding from you>> Y/N replied coolly.

The boy cackled

<<You’re smart, funny, pretty, and you’ve got an insane amount of sass. You’re everything I’m looking for in a girl>>

<<Wow, I’m so lucky>>

It would have been impossible to ignore the sarcasm lacing her words, but Sirius didn’t acknowledge it

<<Would you want to go watch a movie with me this weekend?>>

<<I’ve already seen it>>

<<How can you know?>>

<<You’re asking me out again: I’ve already lived this horror enough to last me a lifetime>>

The older Black brother laughed, shaking his head in amusement

<<Alright, let me try again>>

<<Please no>>

<<Can I take you out on Saturday?>>

<<Sorry, I’m having a headache this weekend>>

<<What?>>

<<Leftovers from the one you’re giving me now>>

But you->>

<<Bitch you’d give a fucking aspirin a headache>> She growled.

Once again, Sirius was at a loss for words. Not only had Y/N just used two swear words in a sentence, but he knew he’d already heard those words somewhere...

<<Wait a second. You listen to Motionless In White?>>

He cried out. The female snorted

<<Are you kidding me? They’re one of my favourite bands>>

<<I like them too>>

Finally, the tension between them seemed to dissipate. Finally, Sirius’s smile was not a smug grin but a real, happy smile.

Finally, Y/N smiled genuinely back at him.

How cliché would it be to say that they felt like they were the only ones in the world at the moment?

(Fire crab aside)

And yet, that exactly how they felt.

It was so exhilarating that Sirius just had to try again

<<Y/N?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<I know the only words that you have for me are give up and get out>> The girl chuckled, prompting him to continue <<but I’m here to stay, forever and always>>

She laughed more. It was not sarcastic or mirthless but a true, joyous laugh

<<You know, you’re not so bad once I get past the smug act>>

<<I feel like that’s the biggest compliment you ever paid me>>

<<You’re probably right, but don’t get ahead of yourself. My killing instinct are not raging right now: let’s keep it that way, shall we?>>

<<I’m ready to bleed to make amends>> He joked. The young woman cachinnated, shoving him playfully

<<You idiot. You’re making it hard not to like you>>

<<That was my objective>>

<<Continue on this road and you might just achieve it>>

<<I will. Besides, I know better than to tease you when you’re chopping stuff with a knife; you warned me>>

Y/N cackled one more time, shaking her head in amusement.

It was an incredibly welcome turn of events.

              _______

Later that day, the two students sat together for lunch in the Great Hall, discussing anything that came to mind. Mostly their favourite bands.

The more they found out they had similar tastes the more engaged they became.

It was quite a sight. It surely left Remus and James gobsmacked: they would have never thought Y/N would actually want to be with Sirius. Didn’t he annoy her as much as James did Lily, with his dumb pickup lines?

Apparently not.

Their surprise grew even more when their friend suddenly asked her on a date- nothing new there.

They’d enjoyed endless attempts by Padfoot to win the heart of the smart and beautiful H/N.

Her answer, on the other hand, was something entirely unexpected

<<Yes, Sirius: I will go on a date with you>>

The black-haired Marauder offered her a huge smile, making her laugh

<<Thank you, darling. You won’t regret it>>

<<I certainly hope not>>

<<I’ll even make sure the place I take you to has sharp knives, so you’ll know what to do if I get too annoying, alright?>>

The girl laughed so hard that tears fell from her eyes

<<You’re an idiot>>

<<Duly noted. But doesn’t this idiot deserve a kiss?>>

Remus and James half expected Y/N’s smile to turn into a frown, and for her to smack him in the face.

Instead, against all odds, she giggled and pulled him closer, pecking his cheek

<<I finally managed to break the cycle>> Sirius beamed. Y/N snorted

<<Not entirely: you’re still an idiot>>

              _______

Idiot or not, the date went so well that they went on a second one, and a third, a fourth... And so on, until they officially became a couple.

Which meant Remus, James and Peter had to deal with their best friend and his girlfriend sucking faces and being all lovey-dovey- though they were sure those two only did it to piss them off.

Well, they’d learnt how to deal with it, as long as it was just holding hands and kissing- making out, actually.

But none of them was ready to find the two of them in bed together in their dorm room

<<What the->>

<<Ah!>> Y/N startled, waking Sirius

<<For crying out loud, guys, won’t you ever knock?>>

The poor friends just stood there, red in the faces while Padfoot rubbed sleep out of his eyes.

Once he’d had enough, he shouted

<<Well, why are you still standing there? Get out, we need to change!>>

Not even Death-Eaters after them would have made the three boys run so fast.

The female chuckled, standing up and smoothing our her boyfriend’s shirt that she was wearing like a dress.

The boy in question stared at her adoringly, pulling her closer

<<You look so good in my shirt>>

He fully expected her to blush, but she smirked and replied cheekily

<<I look even better out of it>>

The wink that came immediately after threw him for a loop

<<Y/N...>>

<<Yes, dear?>>

<<... That’s such a lame pickup line>>

<<Yeah... I stole the idea from you, along with your shirt>>

<<And my heart>> Sirius played along

<<... Just like that, the lame throne is yours again>>

<<But that makes you the queen of lame>> He pointed out.

She didn’t know what to reply to that, so she swatted him on the chest.

He gasped in horror

<<You said you’d never hurt me>>

His joke made her laugh.

When she calmed down enough, she teased

<<You’d still give a fucking aspirin a headache>>

<<Oh, are you an aspirin?>> For old times’ sake, he decided to throw in another lame pickup line <<I’d love to take you every 4-6 hours>>

<<Isn’t that too much for you?>> She teased. He chuckled and pulled her in his lap, pecking her cheek

<<You are too much for me, but I’m never letting you go>>

Despite the light atmosphere, those words held a promise of forever, and they both wanted that.

Their lips met and their hands held the other close.

Once again, as cliché as it may sound, they felt like the only two people in the world

              ___Extra____

Outside the door Remus, James and Peter stood still, looking at each other in confusion and embarrassment

<<How long do you think it will take?>>

<<Well, Wormtail, I don’t know much about Padfoot’s prowess in bed but->>

<<I’m not talking about that, James>> The shorter Marauder spluttered.

Remus sighed

<<That was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. And that’s saying something, taking into account I hang out with you three>>

James cackled

<<Oh, Moony, you wouldn’t->>

<<I have a question>> Peter piped up again

<<What would that be?>>

<<Why are we still standing here?>>

<<Oh, right. We should come back later>>

<<Better yet, let’s change our house>> Remus groused <<Merlin knows I’m never going back there>>

After some silence, James spoke again

<<Hey, Moony, do you think if I used those pickup lines on Lily, she would->>

Professor McGonagall spent the whole day wondering if the incredibly loud sound she heard in the morning was actually a scream, and where it had come from

[ficsandbits]

I’m always soft for Beelzebub but I’m particularly soft for Beelzebub being sappy and in love 🥰😭 so have a little soft drabble 🌻 p.s. I can never name anything so it’s not titled lmfao ✌🏻

M/C is written as G/N

Word count: 608

Any comments and feedback are always super welcomed and appreciated, I’m also open and ready to write any headcanon/scenario ideas that anybody might want doing 💕

Enjoy xoxo ✌🏻🌻💕

An almost silent hum came from the kitchen when Beel turned up to hunt for some food. The sound so sweet to his ears he momentarily forgot about the food that he was so desperate for.

It was quite regular for M/C to be humming whilst they cooked. They enjoyed filling the silence with their favourite songs, often wiggling along to whatever they hummed. They moved around the kitchen at a lethargic pace knowing dinner wasn’t due for a while yet. The pot that held dinner was gently bubbling as it cooked, the contents a deep swirling red. Chilli soup was a family recipe that they’d decided to try and make solo, desperately hoping it turned out as good as they remembered from family dinners. Although M/C highly doubted that the boys would complain too much, they always seemed more than happy whenever M/C made dinner in the past.

Beel stood in the doorway enjoying the little show M/C was putting on. His smile grew as M/C’s humming upgraded to singing as they shimmied around for ingredients and spices that were quickly thrown into the large pot. The actions reminded Beel why he’d come to the kitchen in the first place. He moved as silently as he could not wanting to disturb M/C on his way to the fridge. As quiet as he thought he was, M/C still caught Beel sneaking into the fridge. Without breaking their singing M/C crossed the kitchen and gently smacked Beels arm. The large demon turned around with an innocent look plastered on his face.

“Dinner will be done soon and I made plenty.” M/C turned back to the pot giving it a quick stir. They could almost feel Beel’s pout and laughed. “If you’re that hungry I’ll let you have a little snack.” M/C knew they had no power over what Beel did but it filled them with a loving warmth that he listened to them anyway. They turned around to see him grinning and digging through the fridge for a snack. M/C smiled fondly at his back and returned to their food, resuming their singing.

Beel put his snacks down on the counter, his smile softening at the domestic scene before him. M/C’s soft voice carried around the kitchen. “Are you sure you aren’t an angel?” Beel’s sudden question came out of the blue and brought a shocked laughter out of M/C.

“Last time I checked I was 100% human.” M/C’s smile faltered slightly as they took in Beel’s dopey lovestruck expression. “Stop with that face you big softie.” They went back to cooking, their blush deep and spreading across their face. M/C felt Beel come up behind them and wrap his arms around them.

“I’m serious.” Beel buried his face into the back of M/C’s neck. He felt so full with all the feelings and warmth that were in him in this moment. He thought there was no food in any world that could compare to having M/C in his arms. “You’re perfect.” Beel squeezed slightly letting out a content sigh, momentarily forgetting about his snack. That is until his stomach growled loudly.

M/C laughed as they could feel the rumble come from Beel, turning their head slightly to nuzzle against his cheek. “Go get your snacks before you eat me up.” M/C joked as they felt Beel detached himself from their back. The blush certainly hadn’t died down, but as they watched him sit to dig into his snacks the warmth in their heart rivalled the warmth on their face.

[heartjwi]

you and the girls slowly pull up on chenle’s street for jisung’s birthday bash. you checked your reflection on the rear view mirror, touching up on your lip gloss. “not gonna lie to you chief, you look good tonight” ryujin compliments from the backseat. 

“but ryujin you look twice as better than me” you pout. chaeryeong snickers beside you, “look at the two plastics complimenting each other” lia, yeji and yuna all laugh together in usion. “hey!” ryujin kicks chaeryeong’s seat. “NOT THE SEATS” chaeryeong shrieks, abruptly hitting the brakes.

———

“about time you guys arrived!” haechan greets as he opened the front door to welcome you and your friends in. “wouldn’t miss it for the world” you giggled, giving hyuck a side hug to which he gladly returns the hug. “drinks are in the kitchen and don’t forget to enjoy yourselves ladies” he winks, walking away to go entertain more people. 

“so this is what a party looks like” yuna gasps, taking a look at the messy surrounding. lia wraps an arm around her shoulder. “yep and no drinking” she reminds the minor. you looked at the girls for a bit, “now what?” you asked. yeji, ryujin, chaeryeong all exchanged glances before screaming, “time to party!”

you all made your way to the living room where a bunch of people were dancing in and vibing around. so far you haven’t seen the birthday boy or the rest of his group aside from haechan.

“i’m kinda thirsty. i’m gonna go get a drink” you tell the girls who were busy dancing. luckily, chaeryeong heard you. “okay! be back quick!” she yells against the loud music from chenle’s speakers.

you made your way through the sea of people and managed to find your way in chenle’s kitchen with the help of renjun who was already tipsy. “thanks jun” you tell the tipsy boy. “no problem” he giggles, walking away and getting lost in the middle of the crowd. 

in the kitchen, you found jaemin and jeno near the kitchen island, drinking. you walked up to them and poured yourself a drink, catching the two boys’ attention.

when jeno laid his eyes on you, he swore his eyes were about to jump out of its sockets. jeno chokes on his drink and coughs uncomfortably. “woah there” you chuckled. jeno turns into a shade of red while jaemin sips on his drink, watching the two of you. 

“you look beautiful” he stammers, regaining his composure making you smile a bit. “aww thanks jen” you smiled. “c-can i get a hug?” jeno stutters, the alcohol making him talk. you were a bit taken a back but hugged him anyways. ��i wish you and i never ended things” he slurs, the whiff of alcohol hitting your face.

you awkwardly pat his back and slowly back away from him. “yeah.. you’re drunk jen” you drag out. jeno pulls away and stares at you with puppy eyes. “i swear- i swear i’m not” he stumbles over his words. “i’m gonna look for the girls” you smile at him, “i’ll see you around” you waved goodbye at jeno and nod your head at jaemin who smiled at you.

as you left the kitchen, jeno huffs and chugs the remaining drink he had left in his cup. “welp, there goes my chance” he laughs to himself. jaemin comes running in and rubs his back. “there’s plently more fish in the sea” jaemin jokes making jeno smile. 

———

you found the girls by the pool chenle had and there you see them conversing with chenle and jisung. chaeryeong was the first one to spot you. “jesus christ y/n what took you so long” she nags, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the circle. “got preoccupied” you say, sipping on your drink, staggering behind chaeryeong. 

“and look what the cat dragged in” chenle jokes upon your arrival. “fuck you chenle. you still owe me after earlier today” you showed him your middle finger making him cackle. jisung clears his throat, catching your attention. “ah yes, the birthday boy. happy birthday park” you came forward and gave him a hug, almost making him drop his drink.

chenle and the girls wolf whistles as they watch you hug jisung. you sling your hand over jisung’s shoulder and gave all of them a death glare. “what?” you spat, making all of them laugh. “you guys look cute together” lia giggles making your eyes widen. “i wouldn’t mind” jisung mumbles, unaware that you heard it. 

jisung wraps an arm around your waist and puts his drink down. “let’s party” he suddenly announces making everyone cheer. “wait!” yeji yells out. everyone looked at her confused. “can you guys take our picture please?” yeji hands her phone to jisung.

“but i’m park jisung” jisung says, taking the phone from her hands. “okay, park jisung take our photo” you retort making everyone laugh again. jisung shows his gummy smile for what seems like the first time in his life and tells you guys to smile.

along the lines of — twenty seven [ prev | next | masterlist ]

↬ park jisung, known as the coldest guys around campus finds himself falling for someone behind the scenes. without ruining his reputation, he shows his feelings evident through anonymous messages in hopes his feelings would go away. spoiler alert, they won’t.

[ taglist / @wooqzi @peayoursoftie @jisungievibes @baejingf @k-n-e-o @softsichengie @jisungsmochi @elysianlee @lmxhrjhjycj @bloom-bloompow @tinkerwin @cosmiclele @mccnhui @springhwa @fluffyswagger @chryzu @youngestdelacour @jisvngpwark​ ]

a/n: yee yee i included “vibing around” as a big fat joke im screaming and ye this is the continuation of part 26 if u cant tell next chapt will be back to normal also this took me like 2 hours to write bc sis cant write for shit HAHA and ye enjoy y/nsung crumbs as i plan the next chapt mwa hope y’all like it <3 p.s not proofread 

[anochuu]

Tengen Uzui x Oiran!readers

⤧Oneshot

【 P.S. Tengen is not married to neither of his wives here.】

It began when (y/n) notices the fairly handsome man who first came to the teahouse she is working in as a customer; he sat down surrounding the dais she will perform her musical talent. She stare from the afar- he have hair as white as snow that is always tied back, he is rather bulky-well,she mean muscular-build body with lightly-tanned skin.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She whirl around to see her ‘Mother’ glaring fiercely down at her form, perfect with all her make-up and organic silk kimono.Despite her age, she seems very charismatic and captivating in men’s eyes.

“The performance is about to begin and you still find yourself lounging around?”

She bows, “i'm sorry,i'll start preparing soon.”

“I expect at least one or two customers asking for you tonight is that clear?”

She gulps, “What if they..refuse?”

“Are you joking with me? then pursue them until they want you!” She affirmed rudely, smoking the kiseru pipe between her fingers that she must have gotten it as a present from one of her loyal customer.

“Yes,i am sorry Mother.”

She clicked her tongue, “Call me ‘Mother’ when you are not useless anymore.” before walked past her by,leaving the (h/c) haired girl in silence again. Pain? no, that feeling has long gone inside her heart and it was replaced by numbness.

What did i do to deserve her hatred?

She got back to her feet and proceed to the back of the room to prepare what she will be doing next for the night as she usually does. 

She tied and styled her hair up not forgetting to decorate them, her face painted white and lips painted in deep red, accentuating it. Her performance began when the curtain slides open revealing all eyes instantly on her form by the middle of the hall and even the blinding light shone upon her.As the curtains rose, her heart accelerated. Centre-stage, she stood with her head held high and her hands stretched to the sky, as if in submission.

She was never this nervous before, but all because of just one man.

When the traditional instruments began to played in the background, she begins to dance. It was graceful,captivating every movements tells how delicate a woman can be, but as well headstrong and confident, one look and they all know she is very fluent in this dance; she is communicating with the audiences without uttering words- but with looks and the moves of her body or hands.

She stole glances every time she had the chances to,towards the only man who have the most intense maroon pair of eyes that now is clearly staring deep into her making her feel giddy all at once.He sat there with a look she could not read,or what thoughts he may be having about something.

He is undoubtedly handsome. He look so much like a child when he laughed with his friends earlier but now, he seems completely like a different man-the looks that made her feel like a prey under his intense gaze.

Even throughout the whole performance when she played the shamisen, he never leave his eyes off of her.   What is he looking so serious for? Does he want her? Just by imagining him she feels the pit of her stomach churns with butterflies roaming inside even when she does not recall eating any of them. 

When the performance ends, she takes a gander over her shoulder to the man and to her surprise, he had a gentle smile on him that made her grew flustered.

Did he just smile at me? or maybe i mistaken it?

Then,it continues.

He became a regular in the teahouse not that she is complaining but it's been a while she felt very nervous playing the music and dancing in front of a crowd.   Once in a while she can obviously feel his eyes on her even when she is off duty and to serve as a waitress by the dining hall.

Even so,he never made a move and she would certainly be lying if she was to said she is not disappointed. 

She enjoys watching him though it may come off a little creepy. She loves it when he had fun with his friends he brought in together often;especially the man with lively yellow coloured hair who shares the same eccentric style as he does.   But he too,frequently visits only in his normal yukata and let his white hair loose.That look almost made the female dropped the tray in her hands.

The first time they interacted was during the time she was grabbed by a group of drunken men inside the teahouse who refuse to cooperate with the rules.

“I suggest take your hands off the lady at once.”

She whipped her head around to see him in all his gloriousness light saving the damsel in distress,easily twists their arms when they tried to deliver punches to him.   And from the way he fights calmly, she is sure he is no ordinary man.

“Thank you..”

He send her another assuring smile, “Next time, just hit their head off with the teapot.” and he meant the one in her hand.   Well,she did thought of that but what will her cruel Mother said?

In that exact moment, (y/n) couldn't believe she had feelings for a mere stranger.

When it has been more than a week of his absence, (y/n) is beyond sad and worried when he had stopped showing up. She didn't see him during her performance that he never missed before, nor in her off days she couldn't spot him in the restaurant no matter how long she waited until hours are off.

“I heard the number of the demons rises just in a night!”

“Hells, what will be the fate of humans? what has the demon hunters been doing?”

“At this point, we can only pray to Gods.”

The talks only increases when she overheard the customers between drinking and it only made her even more anxious.

Is the man alright? is he somewhere safe?

She can only hope.

The silence woke her that one particular night.

She does not remember when she fell asleep but she did remember what happened before that made her so.   She looks down at her own disheveled form-there are bruises, bites and even finger marks left by a strong grip from another customer around her wrists and hips.

She never felt so dirty in all her lives.

Her (h/c) locks cascades over her back as she slowly rose to sit,grabbing the kimono on the side to wrap her bare self around with it.The night is too cold after all.

The gentle wind blew nipping through her exposed skin,multiple sakura petals flew around the room and she realised she forgot to slide the door to the veranda closed giving access to the backyard.

She shifts closer to the edge of the door,looking up to the only friend she have; the moon-that looks just as lonely as she does.   The quietness allow her mind to wander off vacantly that made the girl wanted to burst in tears, screaming her overbearing pain out loud but she couldn't;at least there is not one who listens to her,not even her own Mother.

So all she did was sobbing quietly,letting the droplets of tears coursing down her fatigued cheeks.   Every time she closes her eyes all she can think about was the man with the maroon eyes. He seemed so perfect-was a charming being like him even permitted to walk on the face of earth?

“Beautiful maiden, why do you look so glum? A sullen face will only destroy your beauty.”

She opened her eyes quickly and look up to the sound of the silvery voice. n outline, a shadow stood before her.The feeling returned-the feeling she is too familiar with now. Unconsciously she reached her hand out and brushed the shadow with her fingertips to make sure she is not hallucinating.

But the feeling of warm skin sent shivers down her spine. She suddenly felt firm ,calloused hands lacing their fingers with hers that made her heart almost stopped at the contact.

“How’d you find me..?” she whispered, she is not dreaming.

A low chuckle escaped from his lips, “Such beauty is impossible to lose sight of.” he replied.

Tengen leaned closer allowing her to breathed in his scent she is dying about,to create an everlasting memory.

“I..” She hesitated for a second, “I missed you.” trail off softly.

His full face came to view with the help of the full,bright moon tonight as if purposely just for them. His pair of maroon eyes she ever so loved gazed into hers. He scans the bruises on her skin that felt bitter,rousing the anger in his burning mind to kill whoever hurt her-to slit their throats with his blade and made sure they bleed to death slow—

But his mind snapped out of its own thought when he felt her shaky hands cupped his face,her thumbs delicately brushed across his cheekbones. It was like a dream.   He is finally with her,alone.

As if knowing what he is thinking when he clearly shows it in his eyes, she assures him gently, “I’m okay.I’m okay now that you're here..”

 His eyes fell wistfully, drew closer until his lips were only a fragment away.Lost in the gaze she had dearly missed-she wounded her arms around his neck before dragging him down with her as her back met the softness of the tatami floor.

 A sin she thought she will never commit,it was undeniable. She was in love with this beautiful stranger...

[asphalt-cocktail]

Sour- Chapter 1

Chapter 1: You’re a Right Bitch

Summary: Signing onto EMI records in the mid 80′s should have been a dream come true for Reader and her punk band, but she finds herself bubbling over with rage every time she interacts with the drummer from the successful rock band that records down the hall.

A/N: Hey lil cuties, I hope you enjoyed the teaser, it got a lot of good recognition which I’m happy about. Maybe i’ll actually do a tag list if anyone is interested (P.S. send ask if you are) and depending on how many people ask I’ll make but ONLY for this fic. If any of you have ideas for a name for reader’s band let me know because I’m writing the next chapter right now and I can’t think of what to call it, I was thinking maybe Sex Kitten, but let me know you’re opinion is always appreciated! This can be read as Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor and your feedback, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. 

Pairing: 80s!Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, hate fucking, degrading, alcohol, cigarettes, dom!Roger, swearing, fighting, unprotected sex, no foreplay, throwing up (from intoxication), age difference(maybe like 10 years, reader is probably mid- late 20s and Roger is close to 40), rog being kind of a c*nt, but reader also is, not proof read, grammar.

Word Count: 5.8k whoops

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<<<< Teaser

Signing onto EMI should have seemed like a dream come true, but it wasn’t. Not because you and your band had issues with the contract or the long hours spent in the recording studio, no, it was because of a certain drummer of a certain internationally known rock band that had been the absolute bane of your existence. You honestly had no idea how the two of you had gotten off on the wrong foot, maybe it was how loud your hot-headed drummer, Benny got when he was pissed off, or how Haz liked to play his guitar outside of the sound dampened recording studio or how your singer Joe sand loudly in the halls as the four of you left to go home, or maybe it was the fact that you told him you expected him to be much shorter from slouching behind his set. Come to think of it, it probably was the latter of the complaints you’ve gotten from the neighboring band.

The first time you met Roger Taylor was also your first day in the recording studio as an officially signed and contracted band. The group of you were leaving well past midnight, alcohol and cigarettes seemed to be the only way you four could make it through recording this late. As the group of you stumbled through the hallway, your laughter accompanied by Joe’s bass heavy vocals echoed loudly through the halls. Your troupe had just barely made your way to the first door before a head of messy blond hair and furrowed brows poked his head out from the neighboring recording room, “Would you shut your bloody traps, some of us are trying to record.” He snapped before loudly slamming the door behind him.

You and your bandmates froze, unsure of what to do or say. It wasn’t until Haz spoke up and shoved Joe “Yeah shut up, Joe.” He mocked while laughing. You couldn’t help but think of how familiar his face looked.

Just the thought of Roger Taylor was enough to make your mood sour for at least the next three hours. You frowned pushing the heavy doors to the outside open, inhaling the cool winter air. You needed to get out of that damn recording studio, it got so stuffy after having four people in there breathing the same air for hours at a time. You brought a cigarette to your lips and lit it, leaning against the brick building with your hands in your jacket pocket, the door next to you opened revealing your nemesis, Roger Taylor, much to your dismay. “Fuck now my cigarette is ruined.” You said blowing smoke out towards the air.

Roger rolled his eyes, “Piss off.” He retorted before walking past you and to his car to grab a few sets of spare sticks.

“Aw, not out here to join me for a smoke?” you joked.

Roger frowned and his face twisted into one of disgust “I’d rather eat a fist full of glass.” He spat at you bitterly.

You hummed taking a drag from your cigarette and blew the smoke directly in his face as he walked past you “Shame, we really could have bonded.”

Roger waved the smoke away from his face “Don’t you have to be a bitch somewhere else?”

Your face twisted as you stubbed your cigarette out with your boot “Don’t you have to bang on some pots and pans?” you retorted.

Roger rolled his eyes and pushed past you, throwing the door open and stomping down the hall. You waited a beat for him to make his way to Queen’s recording room before you followed suit. Seeing Roger Taylor in person was enough to sour your mood for a few days. You and your bad attitude made your way back to the studio, you loudly shut the door behind you which caught the attention of your bandmates. “What’s got you in a pissy mood?” Haz asked.

Benny smirked knowingly “You ran into roger while out on your smoke break, didn’t you?”  

You huffed “I swear to god I’m going to fight his arrogant ass one of these days.” You said while pacing, too worked up to sit down.

Joe walked out of the booth “Well if you’re done brooding, get in and record your bass line for the song. We’ve been wasting time waiting for you to get back in.” He sounded almost as frustrated as you were.

You nodded, picking up your bass and walking into the booth, you put the headphones on and allowed for the music your bandmates had recorded previously to fill your eardrums as you added your bass line onto their unapologetically loud post-punk beats.

The music stopped and you looked up from your bass, “You sound like shit.” Benny said, “Not like good shit, but like actual shit.” He added.

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me?” you sounded shocked, “What?” You really couldn’t wrap your head around what Benny had just told you.

Joe nodded his head and gave you a sympathetic smile along with a thumbs down, “You should make it… make it more slappy I guess?”

You scoffed “Slappy? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Benny clicked on the speaking button again “It means, make it sound slappy. Like this,” He said singing a bass like.

You nodded your head “Got it.” You said and waved your hand signaling them to roll the tape. You chewed on your lip and listened for a minute to think of something to play before you let your fingers fly down your frets and strings. When you finished you looked back up to the window “Slappy enough for you?”

“Fucking brilliant, per usual.” Haz complemented into the mic.

Movement in the background caught your attention though, you walked closer to the window and squinted your eyes trying to see into the poorly lit sound booth to the door. Where some tall figures stood “What’s going on back there?” You asked.

Haz shifted nervously in his seat “Don’t worry about it, we have other songs to do.” You could see him swallow thickly behind the glass that separated the two of you.

You were suspicious but he was right, “Fine, roll the bloody tape.” You were frustrated, frustrated with your shit takes, frustrated with Roger, frustrated with the fact you didn’t know what was going on from the outside of this stupid little box. Through the middle of your little recording session you saw your bandmates recongregate in front of the soundboard. They whispered and talked amongst themselves while the producer sat next to them obviously eavesdropping, you abruptly stopped “Are you going to tell me who was at the door? Or should I just keep playing and not having you pay attention.” You said bitterly.

Benny rolled his eyes and paused the recording, “If you really need to know, Freddie Mercury invited us to a gathering at his house later this evening.” He said waving an envelope in front of the window.

“You’ve got to be joking.” You said, letting go of your bass and allowing it to drop and hand loosely from the strap around your shoulder.

“Honest,” He said raising his hands defensively.

You took your headphones off and switched off the mic before screaming “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” From behind the soundproof booth, that did it. You rage had finally bubbled over, you shoved over the table holding your water, extra pics, and notes before breathing deeply and regathering yourself. “Let’s roll the fucking tape so we can get ready, yeah?” You said, as your bandmates looked at you with shocked expressions behind the glass. “You lot catching flies, or are we going to fucking record, let’s go.”

As you recorded your bandmates sat in an uncomfortable silence before one of them finally spoke “I’ve never seen [Y/N] that mad at anything in my life.” Haz started, leaning back in his chair.

Joe nodded his head, still listening intently but joining in on the conversation, “Yeah, but I bet it’s because she hasn’t gotten a proper lay in ages.”

Benny cracked open his beer and took a big gulp before grunting in agreement “You think she fancies Taylor?” he questioned.

“Yeah, but she can’t deal with her feelings, you know that. She’ll destroy this whole damn studio before she admits that.” Haz pointed out.

Benny nodded his head “Right, well I guarantee she is going to be piss drunk tonight, so I’ll keep an eye on her.”

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After your litter outburst in the studio the boys decided to call it a day after your last take to allow for you all to go home and get ready for Freddie’s party, Ben would be making arounds later to pick everyone up but that wouldn’t be an issue considering he was also your roommate. You rifled through your closet, struggling to figure out what to wear. Your typical style didn’t seem grand enough for a Freddie Mercury party, but you made do with what you had and opted for comfort instead of sex appeal.

“Try not to fight anyone tonight.” Benny said as the two of you got into his small car.

You obviously knew what he was referencing but preferred to ignore it “I won’t, it’ll be fine, I’ve never been in a better mood.” You said and flashed him a fake cheesy smile.

Benny rolled his eyes knowing he would have his hands full tonight.

The drive to Freddie’s lavish home was surprisingly short, which you were grateful for seeing as sitting in the car was making you stir crazy. A pit of butterflies had formed in your stomach, but you had no idea why you had this sudden onset of nerves. You got along wonderfully with all of the other members of the famous rock and roll band and often times would ring up John Deacon for advice on your playing. You didn’t mind his bluntly honest critiques or his back handed complements that would make any other person run and cry. You were not any other person in the sense that you and John were very similar in that sense. Being the bassists in your respective bands meant you had to stand up for yourself otherwise you would get pushed to the background and often forgotten about by fans. It was your mutual understanding for the struggles of being bassists and strong drinkers that caused your professional friendship to form.

The group of you made your way to Freddie’s front door and were let in by nicely dressed doormen, and the scene before you was unlike anything you could have imagined. You knew his parties were the stuff of legends, but a party of this stature could rival even the great Jay Gatsby. You quickly lit a cigarette and took a glass of expensive white wine from one of the waitstaffs’ trays, promptly downing the small glass and handing it back to them, “Shall we?” You asked nodding your head into the large crowd of people before you.

Before you knew it, your bandmates had been swallowed by the crowd, causing you to lose sight of them and anyone else you may have recognized as a matter of fact. You meandered through the crowd towards the bar where you saw a familiar head of iconic curly hair, “Brian!” You said, greeting him with a friendly embrace which he returned. “It’s so nice to see you outside of the recording studio.” You jokingly said.

He laughed and nodded his head, “Yeah same to you.” He took a sip from his drink, “I heard you and Roger got into another little spat.” He could see the remanence of frustration behind your cheerful expression.

Your smile quickly dropped and was replaced by rolling eyes and deep sigh, “Did he tell you that?” You asked, you could feel your frustration boiling over.

“You know he’s sensitive about his drumming.” Brian chimed in with a smirk, oh did he love stirring the pot between the two of you.

“Well I’m sensitive about being called a bitch.” You said quickly swallowing the mixed drink your ordered, hoping the alcohol would ease your frustration.

Brian’s lips quirked into a sympathetic smile, “I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”  That was a lie and both of you knew it.

You nodded, already nursing your next drink, these bartenders really did work at inhuman speeds “Right,” You said not believing his lie, “Where’s Fred and John?” You quipped.

“What, not curious about where the fourth member is?” Brian pressed, your silence caused him to put his hands up defensively “Only taking the piss.” He said, still smiling “Freddie is out back, and John is God knows where.”

You nodded your head before ordering another drink, back up if you will, and bidding Brian farewell before you pushed your way through the crowd to greet the host. Freddie was having a good time, per usual. You waved hello to him from the crowd of people, he yelled something you couldn’t hear over the music and reached for your hand pulling you into a warm friendly hug which you awkwardly returned given your hands were full. You handed Freddie your empty drink glass “What should I do with this?” You asked, he responded by taking the glass from your hand and throwing it out into the crowd of people, causing you to laugh while nursing your next drink.

You and Freddie laughed in your mutual drunken states “You know, darling, when Roger came back into the studio and mentioned how you said something about him banging on pots and pans I nearly died from laughter.” He said remembering the flushed and angry expression on his drummer’s face. “You know what I think?” He asked leaning into talk to you, you sipped your drink, looking up at Freddie wide eyed and pressing him to continue speaking “I think the two of you should fuck.”

You choked on your drink, coughing it all over the front of your shirt and wiping the dribble from your chin “What!” You asked in a shrill voice.

Freddie let out a bellowing laugh, “It would be brilliant, the two of you need a good fuck anyways.” He said trailing off at the end and taking a large sip from his highball glass.

“I can’t believe you would even suggest I sleep with that arrogant asshole.” You were honestly kind of offended that Freddie would group you with one of Roger’s lowly groupies.

“Hear me out, love.” He said, his stance wavering from the alcohol “Roger has had such a stick up his ass after quitting smoking and the divorce. I don’t think he’s gotten any decent pussy since we toured in the 80s and you? I don’t ever see you going home with any sort of eye candy.”

You rolled your eyes before you finished off your drink and set your glass on a table, “I don’t get any I’m the only female in a mostly male punk band, Fred.” You pointed out, using your now empty hands to light a cigarette, “I’m not even a lead, I just play bass.” You said blowing smoke out into the night sky.

“Oh rubbish, you’re a damn good bassist or John wouldn’t even give you the time of say.” What Freddie said was true. While John was harsh in his critiques, you knew it was only because he saw the raw talent you had.

You nodded your head only half listening to Freddie, your mind still caught up on trying to imagine how sex with Roger Taylor would be. A bitter frown crossed your lips, you would never fuck Roger Taylor, “I need a refill.” You huffed before promising Fred you would come back immediately after your drink. You pushed your way through the crowd, your arm raised as to not burn anyone with your lit cigarette. You tried desperately to find your bandmates, but alas due to the large crowd it was no use.

Either way, you needed another drink.

You quickly made you way to the bar back inside the house and ordered a shot of whiskey and chased it with a full beer before you ordered another mixed drink. The copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed were finally catching up to you, your face felt hot and flushed and your skin tingled delightfully. You hummed, sipping your drink and making your way to the bathroom to finally break the seal. After checking several of the first-floor bathrooms, only to find their handles locked you frowned in frustration and made your way up the stairs to the second level of Freddie’s mansion before you finally found an unlocked bathroom. You promptly went in and relieved yourself as you exited you ran into a surprisingly firm body, sloshing your drink and theirs on each other’s respective shirts “Who invited you here?” The voice sent a chill of frustration up your spine and to your alcohol flushed face.

You looked up, locking eyes with an equally intoxicated Roger Taylor, you huffed moving to push past him “Freddie did, the other members of your group actually seem to enjoy my company.” You said, once again moving to squeeze past him. Your efforts were to no avail, as he had firmly planted both hands on either side of the door, trapping you in the bathroom. “Get out of my way.” You said impatiently, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re always a right cunt you know that?” he said in a matter of fact tone.

You grit your teeth and clenched your drink harder “You’re the one that’s the cunt, maybe it’s all that groupie pussy that’s ruined your respect for women.”

Roger scoffed, here he was, nearly forty years old and throwing insults at some newbie punk rocker. “I don’t know if I’d call you a woman, maybe a failed guitarist sure, but a woman or lady not so much.” He said crossing his arms over his chest giving you a smug look.

“I think your sticks are too far up your ass, Taylor,” You spoke as you pushed past him. Before you had time to react you felt hands on your shoulders pushing you hard against with wall causing you drop the glass in your hands, allowing it to shatter on the ground and the breath to escape from your lungs, you groaned but didn’t know if it was from the pain of your back colliding with the wall behind you or from the adrenaline you felt rising in your veins and stomach.

Roger’s strong hands held you firmly against the wall and his calloused fingertips brushed against the skin on your collar causing a light shutter to run through your body “I have half a mind to shut you up right here.” He threatened, his usually bright blue eyes now clouding over with something much darker.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the pressure of having his knee right between your legs, but you felt a sudden boldness “Do it,” You pressed, articulating your words and hoping to get a rise out of him.

With that, he pressed his lips against you with force, causing your teeth to clank together and your head to fall back, knocking against the wall. His roughness causing a sultry moan to slip from your lips, “You’re pathetic.” He hissed pulling your hair and tilting your head to expose your neck and leaving hot opened mouth kisses along your jawline to your neck where he harshly bit down causing you to shove him back.

Roger gripped tightly to your hips causing the two of you to stumble backwards from the force of your push “Take me to a bedroom and fuck me already.” You said impatiently. Freddie wouldn’t mind if the two of you had a quick romp in the sheets in one of his many bedrooms, after all he was the one that instigated the whole thing.

The two of you stumbled, a mess of tangled and drunken limbs as you fell back into the first open bedroom you could find. Roger flipped on the light switch, not breaking the kiss and revealing a large well decorated room with an equally large bed in the middle. He shut the door behind him with one arm and shoved you back onto the bed with the other. Your eyes caught your reflection in the side mirror, your hair was a mess accompanied by smeared make up and eyes clouded with lust.

You quickly slipped your boots off and lifted your hips to help Roger take your pants off. Quickly, he flipped you over and pushed you forward. You adjusted yourself, ass in the air and legs spread showing off your already wet pussy. Roger groaned looking at it and ran a finger through your slick folds “You truly are pathetic, you know that, [Y/N]? I’ve barely touched you and here you go making a mess all over Freddie’s sheets.” He inserted two fingers into you agonizingly slow and licked his lips feeling the tightness of you engulf him, “A shit bassist, shit song writer, shit musician, shit person…” He emphasized each of his words with the slow lazy thrusting of his fingers. You let out a choked sob, desperate for him to give you more, “What was that?” He asked smugly, “If you want to get fucked, you’re going to have to be louder for me.” He said before pulling his fingers out leaving you feeling empty.

You pushed back against hand, “No-” you said sharply. You spread your legs further and arched your back “Please,” you hated how he had complete control over the situation, but at the same time loved it.

“Please what?” He asked swiping the head of his cock between your damp folds, intently watching as your juices coated him.

“Fuck me.” You said softly, clenching the bedsheets.

He raised his hand and placed a sharp smack on your ass causing you to jolt “Ah, fuck. Just stick it in already Roger.” You hissed.

Without warning the blond lined up to your entrance and pushed in, not giving you time to adjust. He let out a choking groan, not expecting you to be as tight as you were, “Fucking Christ.” He hissed snapping his hips against yours with purpose.

You gripped the bedsheets and cried out, feeling him stretch your walls unapologetically. There was no foreplay and no care in how either of you handled each other, just wanton need mixed with the mutual resentment you had for each other.

Roger propped one of his legs up to angle deeper into you and leaned over, pushing the side of your face into the mattress as he relentlessly pounded into you, years upon years of frustration he couldn’t hold back. He fucked his failed marriage, arguments with the band, cigarette cravings, and the comments you made about how shitty you thought his drumming was into you as he drove you into the mattress. Your legs shook and eyes rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure you received from the new angle and you let out a string of garbled words neither of you could understand. “This whole party can probably hear how much of a slut you are.” He said slipping his thumb into your mouth to which you greedily sucked on, “I didn’t expect you to have such a tight pussy” He huffed and groaned feeling your walls flutter against him, “’Cos you seemed like such an easy lay.” He let out a breathless laugh, knowing how right he was.

Your arms had given out and were sprawled out in front of you and drool had started to dribble down your chin from Roger’s thumb pressing down on your tongue forcing your mouth open to hear your sinful cries, you knew your legs weren’t going to hold you up much longer and Roger knew that as well.

He quickly pulled out and flipped you over onto your back in a less than graceful manor before he hitched your legs over his hips and pushed himself back in, continuing his relentless pace. You reached your hand into his hair and tugged roughly on his while your other hand raked its nails down his back causing him to arch into your touch and his movement to faulter.

You were surprised to feel a hand slip between your legs and begin rubbing rough circles around your clit, guess chivalry wasn’t dead after all, you squirmed against his touch the stimulation almost becoming too much for you to handle. Your walls twitched, clamping down around Roger, earning a shuttering moan from him.

You were both close.

“R-Rog…” You let out a stuttering moan feeling your climax building in your gut.

“Come on, you can’t be that daft, use your words.” He huffed, gripping your chin to make you face him, “I want this whole party to know who’s fucked you by the time I’m done.” He said through gritted teeth.

You opened your eyes and your mouth hung ajar, breathing heavily as you made eye contact with the mess of a man before you. Roger’s shirt had ridden up, and his pants were half pulled down and accompanied by sweaty and matted hair, you hated how the look in his eyes caused your walls to clamp down hard on his cock, squeezing him as you reached your climax, yelling his name with a hoarse and cracked voice for the whole party downstairs to hear, and the face he made as clenched your thighs and hip and reached his own, releasing hot spurts of come into you. He hunched over you, letting out shaky breaths as he worked you through your orgasm. He hated you but wasn’t a monster.

Roger stopped and swallowed thickly while trying to catch his breath, you glanced over at the mirror seeing red scratched zig zagging on his back and sat in silence, wondering which one of you would cave first and break it. The drummer pulled out of you and tried to hide the whimper that escaped him at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his sensitive cock but failed, before he tucked himself back into his pants, “Still think you’re a bitch.” He said tucking his shirt back into his pants and tightening his belt.

“You’re a shit lay.” You tried to insult as you got up, steps wavering and some of the evidence of your prior actions leaking down the inside of your thigh.

Roger bit his lip at the sight and watched you pull your pants up, “Right and the whole crowd downstairs couldn’t hear your pathetic voice five minutes ago.” He said before turning to leave, giving you a short wave “Ta,” he said and left, walking downstairs with no shame.

Your hips ached as you walked to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you hated how that was your first penetrative orgasm, and you hated the ache between your legs, and you hated the smug look on Roger’s face after he left because the both of you knew he was probably the best lay you’ve had. But you couldn’t find it in you to be angry, not while in your post orgasm haze. You walked down the steps, taking it easy, and made your way to the bar and ordered a mixed drink to quench your thirst, desperately hoping that the stares you received weren’t because these strangers knew you just had been fucked so hard you could still feel the muscles in your legs twitching or that you could still feel the remains of your and Roger’s essence leaking out of you even after you cleaned yourself off.

You ordered a shot and a beer, quickly down the shot and moved to drink the beer before it was taken from your hands. You turned to see Freddie nursing what used to be your beer with a knowing smirk on his face, “[Y/N],” He said in a sing song voice.

“I didn’t fuck Roger” You said defensively.

Freddie grinned and handed you back your beer which you promptly drank out of “I didn’t say that, but you just confirmed.” He nudged your side, “Was it good? You know I caught Roger walking down the steps and he flashed me this grin.” He paused to order a drink, “And you know what I said to myself? I said, oh no Roger only makes that face after he fucked a good cunt. Then what do you know” He shrugged in an animated fashion “I see none other than you, darling, walking down the stairs, stiff as a board.” Freddie was about to continue rambling before you cut him off.

“I hate him.” You said placing a cigarette between your lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply.

Freddie practically ignored your comment, “But it was good wasn’t it?” Your silence was all he needed to answer “See!” He pointed out.

As the night continued so did your consumption of alcohol, you felt your drink being taken out of your hands and a blurry figure and closed on eye to focus your vision. It was a very pissed off Benny, “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since we got here.” He said, drinking your drink.

You whined and leaned onto Benny’s chest “Hey, I was drinking that.” Your words slurred together.

“You look like a mess.” He said wrapping an arm around you to help steady your poor balance, your make up was smeared, hair a mess, clothes wrinkled. But thankfully your drunken state covered for your earlier romp in the sheets. “We have to go home,” He said pulling you along, “Come on.”

Your steps wavered as you began walking out “Wait,” You said abruptly stopping, “I have to say bye to Fred.”

Benny rolled his eyes “You’ve been with Fred all night, I’m sure he’ll understand that we need to leave.” You let out a whiney protest, “It’s 4am, [Y/N]” he said as if pointing out the early hour in the morning was going to make you want to leave more.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and firmly stood your ground, “Fine, for god’s sake Joe go find Freddie.” Benny said running a frustrated hand through his hair.

To you what seemed like hours but was truly minutes passed and Freddie was before you, and equally as drunk mess as you were, hanging off Jim’s shoulder. The two of you held each other in a drunken embrace and Freddie kissed your cheek goodbye before Benny pulled you off.

As Benny and Joe practically pushed you into the car you caught sight of a familiar blonde who was also about to leave, you rolled your window down “Hey!” You shouted, catching Taylor’s attention “You’re a bitch!” You shouted, to which he flipped you the finger and yelled ‘fuck off’ as you and your bandmates drove away.

After dropping off your two other bandmates at home Benny draped your arm across his back and held you at the waist, as you struggled to stand. “’M gonna puke.” You said feeling your stomach doing flips and a sudden cold chill crawl up your spine and settle where your ears and jaw connected. You moved to kneel on the soft grass on the side of your parking area and your hair fell around your face as you retched, trying to use your arms to hold yourself up, they were so tired and your elbows jerked, threatening to give out.

Benny pulled your hair back, seeing a large and deep mark of varying shades of red and purple on your neck, “What the fuck is this?” He asked poking the side of your neck when you finished puking and started to regain your breath. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and mumbled some incoherent words, “What?” He asked again.

“I fucked Roger!” You said loudly, sitting back on the concrete.

“Ssshhh,” He said putting a hand over your mouth “You’re going to wake the whole bloody neighborhood.”

You swayed in your seated position and fell into Benny’s chest, “I fucked Roger,” You said in a loud whisper.

“Yeah, I got that much.” Benny said, hooking his arms under your shoulders and pulling you up with him, the two of you made the long arduous walk to up to your apartment building. Benny laid you in your bed and unlaced your boots, you let out a huff still frustrated with yourself, “Was it good at least?” your roommate asked while handing you a glass of water.

You sat up in your bed and gulped it down “Yes,” you said in a defeated voice “But it doesn’t change anything, I still can’t stand the bloody prick.”

Benny hummed “Right,” He said nodding his head and taking the glass from your hands, “We can talk more about this in a few hours, the birds are chirping.”

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When you awoke a few hours later you groaned, clutching your head feeling the insistent pounding of a hangover rattling through you and an ache between your legs, “Shit,” You said out loud remembering your actions from the night before. You got out of bed seeing you were still in last night clothes and slipped into an oversized tee shirt and put on some sunglasses to help shield your eyes from the bright light of day before you shuffled out of your bedroom and into the bathroom to find something to curb your headache.

You grabbed the pill bottle of over the counter pain killer and made your way to the kitchen for a glass of water and were greeted by your bandmates all in your living room. You opened your mouth to issue an apology for being a drunken mess last night but before you could get words out Joe interrupted you “Don’t worry, Haz puked all over the nice tile near Freddie’s pool right before we left so you weren’t the worst off.” Haz hid his face bashfully and nodded at you feeling your pain.

You grabbed a glass of water and made yourself comfortable in your usual spot in the living room, not caring that you weren’t wearing pants. You were comfortable enough with your bandmates and paid half the rent here so you really should be able to do whatever you damn well pleased in the place you called home. Much to your dismay you were already thrown a heap of questions “So I heard you fucked Roger last night.” Joe said bluntly.

You paused bringing your glass of water to your mouth to drink and were thankful your sunglasses hid your expression, “Yeah we fucked. What of it?” You asked defensively.

Joe made a face and put his hands up, “I was only making conversation.” He muttered bringing up his cup of tea before drinking it.

You were not going to hear the end of it.

Chapter 2: We Can Hate Each Other in the Morning >>>

[bonzhur]

"I have 4 brothers (one of them is younger and the two oldest are quite a lot older) so I was thinking maybe a Damian Wayne x reader (16+) where Damian and reader are secretly dating and Damian bumps in to the reader whilst they are both out with their siblings. Maybe a few of them know each other from school and they wanna hang out and Damian and the reader try and pretend they don’t know each other so their siblings don’t make a big deal about their relationship but maybe somehow they let it slip."

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Oh my gosh...

First off, I'm so sorry for not checking my asks, college and now this world wide issue. I'm so sorry!! *Bows* Please forgive me!!!

Second, I hope you can still enjoy this late reply, I'm really sorry ;-;

Guys, the keys for this story are these;

B1- Brother 1

B2- Brother 2

B3- Brother 3

Again, I am so sorry! P.S. details are lacking so I choose them for you... You'll see what mean later. Please enjoy this late reply, again, I'm so sorry!

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I sighed as I sat on the mahogany bench, my sweat rolling down my skin as I tried to catch my breath.

"B1!"

The screech of my younger brother can probably be heard throughout the entire park, heck, maybe even Gotham. But I get how he's feeling, I'm ticked as well after all.

"What on earth gave you the great idea to drag me out of my bed to go jogging with you!" I turned my head to see B3 jabbing his finger at B1, who's just trying not to laugh. Yea, let's see that smug grin later when I beat ya for interrupting my sleep.

"What's wrong, lil bro?" B1 chuckled as he skipped a few feet away from him, holding his hands up in defense. "Not my fault you lack vitamin D and been hold up in your room with your video games, you and y/n both."

"Excuse you!" I immediately sat up and glare at my brother. "But my babies needed me, okay!"

A hand came suddenly and messed up my already bad bed hair. Not my fault B1 dragged me out of bed with no preparations, again whatever. I swatted the hand away, glaring at B2.

"Hey, I understand your struggle." He said with a look of understanding. "I bought you that switch with animal crossing remember."

I huffed and crossed my arms. Not my fault I got addicted to the game, not my fault it's one of the only games I can play with him.

A smile started forming on my face as I thought of him. Damian Wayne, son of billionaire Playboy Bruce Wayne, a student in Gotham High, and my absolutely hot boyfriend. Can't deny how toned and defined his body is~ And that ass is mine, so back off bishes! If only I can say that...

You see Damian may be my boyfriend, but we're in a secret relationship. Yea, sucks to be me alright. I do understand where he's coming from though. It's not about his image (he'd throw that away cuz he don't care) and definitely not his family, though he's adamant that I can't meet them yet (something about them never ending teasing and him not trusting they can keep a secret, also the fact that he wants to know how long it takes for them to figure it out). It's about me.

In Gotham High, I'm just a lucky smart kid, who got a scholarship. No one really pays attention to me, especially since there's more interesting people. So finding out a normal person like me is his girlfriend, let's just say it wouldn't end well. His fans would bully me relentlessly, people would assume I'm a gold digger or just a hoe. The rumours, the lies, the fights, the many ways this can go from great to worst. It's not the best situation to be, especially when Damian isn't always there to be by my side. Anything can happen and that anything scares both of us.

I groan as I quickly fixed up my hair into a high pony. It's bad enough that Damian doesn't go easy on me during training and now my big bro wants me to exercise in my rest day, not cool.

"let's just get this over with." I stood up, glaring at B1 as he innocently whistles. "I have a date with my bed and switch after this."

"So you're cheating on Pizza? With bed and switch? That's harsh." B2 cried as he clenched his hand over his chest, like the drama queen that he is.

"Maybe I should take Pizza out on a date later? Seeing as you're busy." B1 joked, fixing his black tank top like it was a suit.

"ha ha, very funny you two." Rolling my e/c eyes, I crossed my arms and walked towards them. "Now can we please just go?"

"fine, as soon as B3 stops complaining." B1 chuckled, causing me to sigh.

"I swear you three are making me loo-" All of a sudden, I felt someone bump into me and like dramatic girl, I nearly fell. But thankfully the culprit grabbed my wrist, saving me from the fall. I turn to the next victim on my list and was met with the mesmerizing green eyes of my surprised boyfriend. Shock dawned on my expression as I could only whisper. "Dami?"

"Habibti." Damian whispered back, I assume getting lost in my e/c eyes as well. Or maybe it was my sports outfit, who knows.

He pulled me up to stand and I was about to say something when I heard my brother called for me in the background. This snapped me back to reality and away from the Dreamland of Damian's eyes, pulling my hand back and stepping away from him. He did the same, now definitely looking at my outfit.

Now remember how B1 dragged me to the park for a jog. Well, it's extremely hot today and I'm not about to get out in the burning sun without a proper outfit. I.E. shorts, a tank top, running shoes, and my Batfam cap (a humor gift from B3. jokes on him, I love this hat). Now seeing how Damian is looking at my outfit, I can already tell what he's thinking, he's look at me with lust and want after all. Sweet Lord, if you're there. Please say me from this predicament I'm in. I want to walk please!

"Yo Dick, how ya been?" The voice of B1, surprised me as I turn to them. Eyes widening when I realized that Damian was with his brothers and sister. I think it dawned on Damian too, because now he moved more away from me. Sad but hey, secret relationship after all.

"Nothing much B1." Dick Grayson turned to me, eyes holding a flirtious glint when he saw me. "This your younger sister? Y/n?" He asked naturally, not like he ate me up with his eyes.

"Yea, she is." B1 said, like the confused idiot that he is. "Y/n, this is one of my old friends, Dick."

"Hi..." That's my poor attempt at interacting with people, brought to you by Social Anxiety and Depression!

"Name's Dick Grayson, this is my sister, Cass. My brothers, Jason, Tim, and Damian, who I think you met."

"Don't fool around, Grayson." Damian interrupted him. "I don't even know her."

"But you guys had a connection! Don't deny it!" Dick defended, while Cass giggled and Jason smirked at this, knowing a fight is near. Tim just went and laid on the bench, within seconds, he's asleep. Dude, the fu-

"Okay! Break it off." B2 said, pushing Dick away from Damian. "Me and my siblings have to go and finish our jog."

"oh, us too." Jason piped up. "Mind if we joined?"

"Sure, why not." B1 said instantly.

"wait, what?" Says my confused brain.

So during the jog, they explained how they knew each other, Jason to B2 and Dick to B1. Being from the same school and all that stuff, having a little fun reunion. Cass and B3 are watching Tim, who is barely awake but jogging too. I'm both amazing and confused at the same time. As for me and Damian, well..

We decided to jog the slowest, being at the back where none of them can see us or barely hear us. You can imagine how Damian teased me about my outfit and how after he's done with me, I can't stand for a week. Add some 'accidental' touching here and there, maybe a peck or two in secret. I'm actually surprised no one saw or questioned us.

Yea, that's how I felt until the end. Where Tim and B3 basically almost threw up because me and Damian are being too lovey dovey in the back.

"WHAT!"

Oh the chaos, how both B1 and Dick were celebrating about their siblings having a significant other, how B2 and Jason had a talk with each other about what to do if one of us broke the other's heart, and Cass being a sweet girl and congratulating us. She's the best.

At first, we tried to deny it, it's not like that, etc, etc. Then Tim pointed out that Damian called me Habibti, which we both, again, tried to deny it. Until Dick kabedons me and Damian attacked him. So now, they know that we're dating... Great.

Atleast now I can go to his house and be with him without fearing if his siblings see. Let me tell you, it was hella alot more fun than before.

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First off, again I'm so sorry. Second, I literally typed this for an hour and a half. I need sleep.. Not my best work, please forgive me at that. It's been years or months since I last made a one shot and it's obvious in the fic, Atleast to me.

Thanks for reading this late reply post!