#who let them sing so damn loudly

[mukuberry]

birds r so loud rn i can't sleep

[lyeofhell]

Short n’ Sweet 🌤️ fem!reader x John Price

╰┈ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ thinking about torturing (teasing) John with some Sabrina Carpenter, MDNI/18+ only, breeding kink lol

mmmmm I’m thinkin about your handsome handyman returning home from deployment in late summer, immediately throwing himself into every home project and ticking off all the boxes on your honey-do list. and while you spend the day cleaning inside, blasting music and dancing about your house - John busies himself with an oil change to your car.

thinkin about twirling your hips as you fold laundry, the carpeted floor buzzing beneath your feet from the thumping bass and you are getting into it, flipping your hair as you unapologetically and very loudly sing about espresso.

thinkin about how you’re too distracted by the music to hear the slam of a car hood, or the familiar steps of heavy boots, or the opening of your front door.

thinkin about John leaning against the doorway, thick arms crossed with a satisfied and eye-crinkling grin as he admires your oblivious form. and it’s not till you hit em with a couple body rolls on the beat that you turn around, damn near jumping out of your skin and whipping him with a kitchen towel when his presence scares you half to death.

John just laughs, reaches out to you in apology and when he finds purchase on your plush hips he mutters something low against your temple like, “don’t stop on my account.”

and part of you wants to push him away but it’s so hard, it’s so hard when he’s like this - his sunkissed, burly chest on full display, sheened with dampened curls while his sweat-drenched shirt is likely discarded somewhere on your front lawn. you run your hands up his pecs to grip the back of his neck and god he smells, he smells like oil and sweat and hard work and John and it’s stupid how intoxicating it is. and he just grips you harder, pulls you close till you feel his belt buckle against your abdomen and you're finding it harder to ignore how low his jeans are hanging on his hips.

thinkin about how he starts to kiss you, dipping his head down to start off soft and slow but he grows hungrier by the second, and that’s when one of his hands comes up to grip the back of your neck, maneuvering your head so you can take his tongue as far as he wants. but before he can get you lying on the sofa, you perk up at the sound of Bed Chem, giggling as you try to get out of his firm hold. you beg and you plead, telling him “I love this song!” and “dance with me!” - and he just shakes his head and smiles, loosening his grip to give his pretty girl a twirl.

thinkin about dancing around him, grinding on his side and poking his nose at

“Who’s the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm? Like”

until he's pulling your back to his chest, pressing and grinding his crotch against your ass and sweetly kissing your fingers. you make a move to grab his hands, placing your own on top and running them over your chest and down your body when you sing

“How you talk so sweet when you’re doin bad things, that’s Bed Chem”

and when his head dips back down to mouth at your neck you almost let him get what he wants, until you hear that familiar acoustic strumming, and knowing John? oh, you’re already giggling to yourself as you work your way out of his grip again.

thinkin about torturing the absolute hell out of him. twisting in his embrace to innocently interlock your fingers and sway from side to side, occasionally leaning up on your tippy toes to kiss his nose. despite your constant singing he doesn't seem to be paying all that much attention to the lyrics, until...

"One of me is cute, but two though? Give it to me, baby"

a look of neutral shock stills his face and you cannot help but laugh. in his startled state you take advantage of him, letting go of his hands to skip around the room and dance like you've had one too many. at some point he starts grinning from ear to ear, watching you like a hawk and slowly stalking your way as you arch your back and shake your ass, or drop to your knees and crawl on the ground...and it's not till you look him dead in the eye and dramatically sing

"Adore me, hold me and explore me, mark your territory, tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one"

that he jumps over the couch to snatch you up; you scream in delight, jumping to your feet and running around the coffee table to avoid his hands and your voice shakes with laughter as you try to get the rest out

"Adore me, hold me and explore me, I'm so fuckin' horny, tell m—"

"Had enough of this," John growls through his amusement and bounds through the living room, boots echoing right behind you until his fingers grip your waist roughly and you squeal, happily squirming and giggling in his sweaty grip.

John is panting as he chuckles, and like an animal he takes you down to the floor with a growl - maneuvering you under him and he’s just got you caged there, his thick, healthy form the only thing in your line of sight. beneath the weight of his body you writhe, and as he grabs both of your roaming wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head, his other hand slinks downwards, down down past your tits and your waist and smooths over the sweet, soft pudge of your tummy. his lips press to the corner of your open mouth and he keeps going further, rough fingertips slithering underneath your waistband and that’s when his voice is low - that familiar gravel giving rise to goosebumps on your skin while his breath warms your lips.

“Oh I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.”

[sp0o0kylights]

Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

Part Three: link

First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link

The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset. 

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it. 

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud. 

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.  

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds. 

Still.

 Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink. 

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations. 

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say. 

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’ 

Nope. 

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’ 

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure. 

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake. 

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them. 

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through. 

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing. 

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.  

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse. 

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something. 

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here. 

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may. 

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?” 

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house. 

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.  

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him. 

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.” 

Likely a lot of things. 

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it. 

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

 ‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give. 

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.” 

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice. 

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked. 

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle. 

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat. 

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth. 

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.) 

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?” 

Wayne nodded once, slow-like. 

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again. 

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?” 

“I did.” 

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say. 

Wayne took advantage. 

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.” 

“‘Bout trust.” 

Eddie blinked at that. 

“Trust.” He echoed flatly. 

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--” 

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.” 

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him. 

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.” 

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway. 

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with. 

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.” 

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like. 

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns. 

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.” 

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.” 

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had. 

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.” 

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.” 

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.” 

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through. 

Wayne sat with him as he processed. 

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did. 

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked; 

“What if he finds out?”  

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home. 

It took Wayne  a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret. 

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over. 

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly.  It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself. 

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved. 

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’ 

“He won’t.” Wayne said. 

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.” 

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side. 

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other. 

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest. 

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose. 

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine. 

Hurt, absolutely, but alive. 

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body. 

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol. 

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door. 

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch. 

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.  

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible. 

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup. 

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him. 

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely. 

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior. 

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.) 

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!” 

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it. 

Wayne rolled his eyes. 

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door. 

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries. 

“I think I promised you a game, son.”  Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall. 

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

[untilwedont]

A Birthday Special ☆

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pairings; vinnie hacker x m!reader

genre: smut

warnings; 50% sub/dom vinnie, handjob and oral (both vinnie receiving), unprotected sex

✧ of course vinnie can’t end his special day without a special treat..

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a/n: I know I said an ethan landry fic was coming but since it’s vinnie’s birthday y’know i had to make a special fic for him <3

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~<>~

the music blasted loudly as people danced, some with drinks in their hands. everyone was drunk or close to being. everyone except you, as though you gulped down a few drinks, you weren’t exactly lightweight and didn’t want to drink until you passed out. someone, of course, had to be sober enough to watch over your boyfriend during his party, and that person just so happened to be you.

you watched vinnie party and dance with his friends, his vest he’d worn before the party started had been removed and his shirt was unbuttoned a little, revealing the tattoo on his chest. to be honest, the sight before you did turn you on a little. i mean, who wouldn’t?

vinnie’s eyes somehow landed on yours through the crowd and he gestured for you to come over. you pondered for a moment, a small smile forming on your face as you got up from your seat, walking over to vinnie. his once styled hair had been messed up, but only a little bit. sweat glistened from his forehead and chest as pictures of him were being taken.

“baabe, c’mon, get that pretty ass over here!” he yelled, seeing that you were coming closer. you laughed a little but cringed on the inside, knowing he’d meant it in a jokingly, funny type of way. once you finally were in vinnie’s reach, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer as he yelled and sung with his friends. you decided to let loose a little more, joining in with him.

~

after a night of dancing, yelling, and singing happy birthday to vinnie, it was finally time to go home. seeing that vinnie wasn’t sober enough to drive, you were the one behind the wheel. the car ride home you both talked about the party, vinnie describing every detail and memory he had made.

“obviously, the best birthday gift is sitting right beside me though.” he said with a smile, squeezing your hand.

~

once you two finally got home, you both kicked your shoes off, “uhhg, finally..”, you groaned. “i had a great time but damn am I tired..” vinnie said, placing the bags of gifts he’d gotten on the table. you both walked into your guys’ shared bedroom, vinnie quickly removing his button up.

you walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you rested your head on his shoulder, taking in his still lingering cologne. “did you have a good day today?” you asked, rubbing his chest. he replied with a hum, falling into your touch. “did you enjoy your gifts?” you asked. “mhm.. especially yours of course. best gifts of them all.” he replied with a smile.

you hummed before an idea suddenly popped into your head. of course you had to give vinnie the best gift to end his night. “well.. what if I told you I still had one more gift for you..? a suuuppeeer special one..” you said in almost a whisper, your hands gliding down from vinnies chest, stopping at the hem of his pants.

you could feel vinnies breath hitch a little, but he didn’t stop you. “and i’ll take real, real good care of you, okay? you won’t have to do a thing.. that sound nice?” you asked, moving your lips closer to his ear as you waited for a response, messing a little with the zipper on his pants.

“…yeah.. yeah, that sounds nice..” he finally responded, his voice a bit quieter than usual. usually he wasn’t one to become more of a sub during sex, but he was tired and the thought of you doing the hard work made him want it even more. you hummed, “lay on the bed.” you said, to which he complied, laying down on the bed while fixing his position to be more comfortable.

you sat at the edge of the bed, your hands sliding over his abs before they reached his pants. you unzipped the zipper on his pants, pulling them down alongside his underwear, revealing vinnie’s semi-hard cock. he let out a small groan, feeling his cock hit the cool-breeze as it twitched slightly.

you wrapped your hand around his length, slowly stroking him as his cock became harder through your touch. vinnie let out small groans and whines as you stroked him, smearing his pre-cum over his tip with your thumb. “that feel good, baby?” you asked, your pace picking up only by a little bit. he nodded quickly, “so good..” he breathed out.

you continued stroking him, his cock now completely hard in your hand as it occasionally leaked pre-cum through his tip. vinnie continued to let out little noises, his eyes half opened as he watched you. “please.. your mouth..” he whined softly, his eyes looking up at you then back down at his cock. “what was that, vinnie?” you asked, pretending like you didn’t hear him the first time.

“shit, use your damn mouth.. please..!” his voice sounded more desperate as he repeated himself. you smirked a little, letting out a small hum as you leaned down, licking his tip before replacing your hand with your mouth. vinnie let out a louder groan, placing his hand on back of your head. he slowly began thrusting his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat as you gagged around his length.

“yeah.. j-just like that, baby.. mhm..!” he whined, his other hand gripping the sheets as you bobbed your head, tasting his pre-cum every couple of minutes. your mouth continued to make noises around his cock as you sucked, vinnie occasionally pushing your head down to fully take him.

“shit.. s-shit, m’gonna cum!” he warned, groaning louder as you hollowed your cheeks. he let out a loud “fuck!” before you felt his load shoot down your throat, making you gag a little bit as he held your head in place with his hand. you swallowed what you could, only a little bit of his cum spilling out the corners of your mouth. he panted, letting go of your head as you came up for air, wiping your mouth with your arm. “fuck baby.. that was good..” he said tiredly, almost out of breath.

he was about to get up, but you stopped him. you pushed him back down on the bed as you straddled his waist. “ah.. you didn’t think we were done, did you?” you asked, rubbing your hands along his chest. vinnie froze a little, “i-.. uh..” he said, his eyes lowering to your lower half. he saw that you were in your underwear and he felt his cock only grow hard again.

you rubbed yourself against vinnie’s cock, causing him to let out a moan. “m’ already prepped so.. no having to worry about that..” you said with a smile, sliding your underwear down to reveal your ass. you grabbed his cock, stroking it a little before guided it to your hole. “w-wait..!” vinnie said, stopping you. “what about a condom..?” he asked, seeing that this was the first time you’d both be having unprotected sex.

you smiled a little at his words, “I don’t want a condom this time, vin..” you replied, sinking yourself down onto vinnie’s cock, causing vinnie to let out another moan, this one being louder than before. “f-fuck, whatever..!” he groaned, placing his hands on your hips as you began bouncing up and down on his cock.

you let out soft moans and whimpers, resting your hands on his chest for support as you continue bouncing. “fuckin’ hell.. can’t get enough of you..” vinnie groaned, starting to thrust his hips, causing his cock to slam into you. you moaned loudly at the feeling as his cock hit your sweet spot.

one of his hands gripped the back of your head, forcing you to lean down as he captured your lips in his. all that tiredness seemed to have gone away as he began to pick up his pace, his cock slamming into you. you both let out moans and whines into the kiss, your noises of course being louder than his.

“m’ c-close..!” you whined against his lips, feeling that sensation slowly begin to wash over you. “f-fuck, same.. you want it outside?” he groaned, feeling his thrusts get more sloppier. you immediately shook your head no, wanting to feel every drop of him inside you. “i-inside!” you said, to which vinnie’s eyes widened a little. “a-are you sure? we-..” you quickly cut him off. “God, fu-fuck vinnie, yes, m’ sure! please!” you begged before seeing vinnie nod his head, “okay..”

his thrusts began to get more and more sloppy as you both grew closer to release. “m’ gonna cum! f-uck, fuck, fuck!” you whined before feeling yourself finally release all over vinnie’s chest, painting it with your cum. a few seconds later, vinnie emptied himself inside of you.

you crashed onto his chest, your cum getting all over your own chest as well. you both panted, the exhausted feeling quickly washing over the both of you. “now that… that was the best gift from today.. and some amazing sex..” vinnie said in between small breaths, the room smelling of sweat and cum.

“i think… i think it’s time for me to sleep..” you mumbled against vinnies neck, your eyelids growing more and more heavier from exhaustion. “mh.. still needa shower, baby..” he responded, kissing the top of your head.

“i’ll go get the shower started.”

a/n: tbh my grammar and stuff really started going downhill towards the end of this fic because I got super tired 😭 but i hope u enjoyed

[whaqat]

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Sodapop Headcanons

since I love him as well

- His first baby tooth fell out after chewing a macadamia nut cookie. He tried the cookie for the first time and he looked at the tooth like “the white bits are hard :(“ and Ms. Curtis went over and realized he didn’t bite into a nut, but his own tooth.

- everyone who steps foot into the Curtis household knows to never ever let soda touch caffeine. And soda will 100% ask to taste/ take a bite out of whatever you’re eating 24/7. Steve could be drinking coffee on his shift with soda and he’ll go “wait Steve can I try that” “yeah sure go —- wait a damn second”

^^ (gets sick sometimes because he’ll literally just drink out of random cups)

- drives everyone insane in car trips. He’ll be fidgeting around, having to pee every two minutes, loudly singing to the radio, or trying to play ‘I spy’.

- double jointed.

- blows bubbles in his drinks when he’s at home. gets a smack on the head from Darry everytime.

- when Darry and pony fight sometimes he’ll go into the family album and look at photos of them together happy before everything went wrong.

- whenever one of the guys (not brothers) says they started dating someone he will VERY LOUDLY yell “YOU’RE CHEATING ON ME???”

- failed school because of undiagnosed dyslexia and he can’t explain it for shit so he never got actual help. (Plus it was the 1960s)

-no sense of privacy and makes sure it’s everyone’s problem.

[lailols]

TXT as popular tropes!

Soobin: Childhood Best Friends to Lovers

- maybe your moms were close friends so they decided to make their kids of similar ages friends too

- inviting you to each others houses for play dates and cooing over you

- naturally, y’all grew close

- going through life together and growing into the people you are today without losing the other

- genuinely, you know each other so well :(

- having PEAK communication because neither of you are letting small disagreements get between y’all

- as you get older and remain close, your parents start subtly (LOUDLY) shipping you guys

- bin’s family calling you guys a couple because wherever one is, the other isn’t far

- your family definitely calls the other if one’s not answering

- neither of you really put much thought into it, but knew that when imagining your future the other was there

- you both dated other people but never really felt a spark

- the confession comes randomly, just as you guys are talking about your experience with love

- maybe it was always in the back of your mind how you felt

- when it happened, everything felt right

- like every moment in your life was leading to this

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“No, I mean I love you”

“Yeah, I love you too”

- then you make out :D

Yeonjun: Rivals to Lovers

- you’re both gunning for captain of the dance team

- it’s for fun, but you’re both so damn competitive and passionate about what you do that it’s really not

- making playful jabs at each other that never cross boundaries but pushes the other to do better

- truly creating higher expectations for the rest of the team

- in spite of the competition, you both help each other out

- staying later to practice together, watching the others routine to critique, or making choreographies together

- the complements you share feel different because they go beyond the usual “you’re so cool” or “you dance so well”

- it’s deeper than that because you both understand the drive behind what you do

- the desire to be on stage and perform

- you confide in each other because you never fear the other seeing you as less of a dancer or a person

- you also make sure he’s taking care of himself, knowing his habit of prioritizing dance over his well being

- (threats are made to make sure he’s healthy)

- the team definitely placed bets on who they thought would be captain and you guys started your own bet

“Congrats, captain”

“Thanks, co-captain”

“So, what do you want?”

“I want you to treat me to dinner”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I’m paying for the next one”

Beomgyu: Musician x Muse

- the real loser lover yearners

- every song you write comes back to the other

- but you never tell :(

- you’re one of his biggest motivations

- you hang out once and BOOM three new song ideas

- he’ll hold little concerts for you

- playing songs he’d never share with anyone else

- you def have writing dates

- spontaneously breaking out into song with each other

- it’s like a game

- he “mocks” the songs you write (like he does with jun) but that’s just because you write bangers and there can only be room for one super talented friend in the room

- you’re on the front row for any set he has

- he winks at you while on stage and every around you screams thinking it’s for them but you know

- alternatively, he’s damn near on the stage from how close he is during your sets

- you want to sing? No Y’ALL are singing

- sometimes he’s louder than you even though he’s in the crowd and you have a WHOLE ASS MIC

- you guys cover each others song and it’s so :(

- like wdym the love of my life is singing a song i wrote ABOUT them :((

- the duet you guys release has everyone in shambles

- it’s a conversation between two people and honestly it’s the perfect way to confess

“This song is about someone special to me”

“Or, two special someones”

“It’s a conversation between them which is ironic because we’ve never really talked about it”

“But, you know, right?”

“I know”

Taehyun: Grumpy x Sunshine

- Tae isn’t a grump, he just doesn’t take bullshit

- add that to his generally “cold” exterior, and he’s sending a lot of people running for the hills

- which is exactly why no one can figure out how the literal embodiment of sunshine is his friend

- there is a difference between kind and nice, and you are definitely the latter

- you aren’t necessarily stepped on, but you take a lot more than you probably should

- you guys are basically polar opposites, so how do you fit so well together?

- it’s because you aren’t so different in the end

- in the comforts of your room, you allow each other to break

- to put aside the “characters” you play in the real world

- tae can smile and joke and laugh without having to deal with people gaping at the fact that he has “real” emotions

- you can complain and cry and yell without having people assume that the way you act is a lie

- in the comforts of these four walls, you guys become a mirror of the other

- it’s so sweet to have someone that you can just be completely human with

- no masks, no facades, no faking, just you

- in the beginning, most of your hangouts ended in one (or both) of you crying :(

- but now it’s normal for one of you to pull the other to your room to escape

- it eventually just turns into talking/gossip sessions

“So… how do you feel?”

“I feel like I want to take you out on a date”

“I’d like that”

Hueningkai: Best Friend’s Brother

- when you first saw kai, you’re pretty sure you died and went to heaven

- there’s no way an angel is opening the door to your gremlin of a friend’s house

- there’s no other explanation

- you guys literally just stand there for a good five minutes looking at each other before you’re so RUDELY interrupted

- after that, it’s sneaking glances at the other when you’re both in the same room

- it’s smiles and watching anime together cause no one else does

- kai finding any occasion to buy you a plushie of one character or another

- you suddenly being SO THIRSTY and having to go get water every hour on the dot and Kai just happens to do the same

- you guys get along so well :(

- so much pining between the two of you

- genuinely, your friend must feel like a third wheel even though you came to see HER

- Kai begging to crash your girl’s nights and being refused by everyone

- but then you’re back the next day because you “missed them” and since it’s not technically girls night, he can stay

- the way neither of you know the other’s feelings is so :(

- until his sister suddenly screams for one of you to confess and then storming out of the room

“So… about what she said…. Was it true?

“Yes, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same…“

“Of course, I feel the same! Have you seen yourself?”

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I left Kai’s sister unnamed so you could be older/younger than him

I love txt so much :( I wish there was more writing for them

Please this is my first thing ever don’t be mean, I WILL cry

If you like it, let me know anything else you’d like to see :))

<3

[starrdevereauxx]

I said last time would be the last time.

Brandon broke up with me 6 months ago. I’ve been a wreck for weeks on end. I promised myself to get over it, but it’s been such a hard thing to process. We would always fight, make up, make love and act like nothing ever happened. He was gone this time. This was the longest we ever been apart.

I try to find things to do to pass the time, but nothing ever seems to take my mind off him. I still smell him, breathe him, and feel him through my body. Our mutual friends always give messages about him, but I’ve been ignoring them lately. My heart can’t take listening to his name, let alone hearing of any accomplishments.

I need to run my errands today, but like everyday I become sad running them alone. We did everything together, after 6 years I can’t believe that we don’t do this anymore.

Heading to the grocery store I become sad with my list of groceries for one instead of two. I hop in my car and turn on “our” playlist. Hoping I can borrow a feeling from any song that plays. Another slow song begins to play and I’m seeing myself in the mirror. Envisioning him touching me, wishing my hands were his. Rubbing the side of my face, choking me ever so lightly. I literally just felt my pussy drip at this light.

“Get it together Dev” I say trying to convince myself that I’m over him. Knowing damn well I’m not. I can feel him inside my pussy when I think about him. The feeling intensifies with every breath I take.

I gather myself to go inside of the store, with my lonely list of single items. Looking at the list I just remember every single meal I ever made for him. Pouring my heart into each meal, now I can only make food for myself. I sob gathering myself for this lonely trip.

I walk through the store, gathering each item reluctantly. Wishing we were laughing together, talking about what we gonna pretend to watch on Netflix when we got back home. Saying pretend because it we wouldn’t make it pass the opening credits without his chocolate snicker veined dick engorged in my throat. He would be gagging me before we knew the name of the movie.

After looking at my cart, I figured I deserved a treat. I tried to maintain a healthy cart since I’m single, I need to stay in shape. The most physical activity I get is the gym these days, so I had to maintain some resemblance of care in my food intake. But with all the crying that I’ve been doing, today I deserve a treat. I decided to head back to the ice cream isle and help myself to something to lift my spirits.

As I walk to the back of the store with my headphones on, I’m letting Chris Brown sing me to a happy place. I almost begin to get a spring in my step as he’s talking about fucking someone back to sleep.

I make it to the ice cream section and I immediately look for Ben & Jerry’s tasty ass. I see it, straight ahead “Chunky Monkey”. I move my cart out of the way to reach for it. As I get ready to reach for the pint, I feel some thing grab me, startled I think I’m in trouble for climbing inside the refrigerator. Moving my headphones so I can hear, a deep, smoldering voice says

“that’s still your favorite ice cream I see, even though I also remember that your monkey was the only chunky I ever wanted”.

I’m fucking stuck. There’s only one voice I know that sounds like that, and my pussy dripping is letting me know exactly who it is.

“Brandon, oh wow. It’s crazy seeing you here. How are you?” I gulp nervously.

“You look good Dev, time has been good to you. But then again when has it not?” Brandon says as he looks at me like he’s about to take my throat from me right here in this store.

As I prepare to answer him, someone loudly over talks me.

“Babe, BABE.. do you want movie popcorn or kettle corn?” I turn to see a bubbly perky breasted young lady yelling to her significant other about popcorn. I turned back around to see if I see him, just for my heart to sink as I realize that there’s nobody here but me and Brandon here. She’s talking to him. Oh my God, he has a girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, I was just trying to get a hold of my fiancé, I didn’t mean to bump you, my apologies” she smiles.

“Kettle Corn baby, thank you” he replies.

She skips off to honor his request. I stand there putting my broken heart back in my chest, not making it obvious that I’m literally breaking apart inside. FIANCÉ!?!? What in the fuck is this? After 6 years together, he never asked me to marry him. I’m even more convinced that it was never going to be me.

“Well congratulations to you and your fiancé, you deserve happiness. Be well Brandon.” I say tearfully as I run off, forgetting my ice cream. At this point I just want to disappear.

I get to the register, pay for my items and hurry to my car.

It was a long walk to my car. I always parked far from stores because I loved to get my steps in. Every step counts to me. So I had enough time to cry myself to the car and be over it by the time I started my car.

I open my trunk and back seat to place my purse down as I organize my groceries in the back, just incase if I needed room for a surprise bullseye store trip. I think after that encounter, I deserve some retail therapy now.

As I near the finish of my organization, I feel someone tap me from behind and say “I thought we discussed you parking way the hell back here. Nobody can see you back here.” Brandon says with what looks like chunky monkey ice cream in his hands.

“What the fuck are you doing back here? Where’s your fiancé? Why are you here? I-“ he stops me mid sentence, placing the ice cream in my hand.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you about Keisha. You didn’t deserve to find out like this” he says looking at me sincerely.

“You don’t owe me anything, we are over. It’s your life. We have both clearly moved on.” I say proudly, pretending that I don’t feel like bending over right now and letting him turn me into a Twinkie.

He stares at me in my eyes with a look I haven’t seen in so long, but I remember well. I break contact and go back to packing my car so I can leave this awkward encounter.

He grabs my arm forcefully, making me drop my car keys in the backseat. Turning me towards him, forcing me to look at him. I begin to tear away in anger because I’m loosing control to my body.

“Get the fuck off me Brandon, what in the hell is your problem. Let me the fuck go.”

I try to break free from his grip. I feel his dick literally growing with anticipation the more I fight.

He stops me and looks me in my eyes. He’s subdued me with his piercing glare. He presses up against me, placing his hands on my body. One softly but firmly on my neck and the other on my left breast, lightly massaging it and grazing the nipple ever so softly. My breathing becomes shallow and scattered. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Isn’t his fiancé near by or in the car wondering where he is. I’m sure she’s looking for him. In this moment, I don’t think either one of us cares. My pussy is wet and gushing between my panties that I know is drenched at this point.

“I know you feel what I feel for you. I haven’t had a day go by that I haven’t thought about you Dev. We broke up, but never really let go. If you tell me to let you go right now, I’ll stop and walk away forever. You want me to stop?” He says while looking me in my dough eyes. I have no voice to even reply. My red lips are pursed and parted from the small breaths I continue to take. I shake my head no while staring him completely in his eyes.

He leans onto me, kissing me softly, hand still wrapped around my neck. He kisses my lips softly and becomes more aggressive every time he touches his lips to mine. He parts my lips to slide his tongue inside my mouth, I close my mouth to proceed to suck his tongue. Feeling now that his dick is rock hard.

“Show me that you still love me” he says as I’m already unbuckling his jeans. I drop to my knees and open my mouth. Giving him my entire throat to use as he pleases. Forcing my head on and off his dick, using my mouth as his personal pocket pussy. Grabbing both sides of my face, moaning loudly in this parking structure like we are outside alone. He literally has no fear of being caught in this moment. Brandon’s dick is so deep down my throat that he’s breathing for the both of us.

I feel his precum slip pass my lips. He stops. He pulls me off my knees and stands me up, just to pull down my leggings, revealing my cummed in panties. He begins to take his dick to rub my clit while I stand there defenseless.

Brandon forcefully turns me around, placing me in position. I automatically arch the posture of my back, taking my hands to spread my giant ass to show my wet dripping pussy that’s salivating for his erection to be inside me.

“Such a good girl, still obedient like I remember. Tell me what you want” he orders me.

“Fuck me hard please. Take my pussy from me” I say patiently waiting for him to beat my pussy like an Undertaker versus Mankind cage match.

He forces his dick inside my tight wet pussy, moaning hard as he enters. I grip him hard with my pussy as he’s thrusting aggressively in and out of me.

He’s pulsating inside of me as he’s moving. I’m feeling every inch of him as he’s continuing to grow inside of me. Just moving back and forth, harder and harder. I’m moaning so loud and hard, tears in my eyes from how good it feels to have his dick inside me. Holding my breasts as he’s making me take his dick roughly outside where everyone can see.

“Oh my God Dev, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m about to cum. Do you want it in your favorite place?” He says as I scream out “Yes” in reply.

I fall to my knees like a sinner who needs prayer, open my mouth to the heavens and wait for him to bless me. He releases an outpouring of his creaminess all over my face and mouth, as I devour every drop that hits my throat.

He moans as he shakes out every drop til he’s empty. I swallow the rest of him and what’s left of my pride as he kisses me in completion. My pants still around my ankles, he grips my ass holding me in place as he continues to kiss me softly.

I buckle his pants as he helps me with mine. I brush my hand across his face and we embrace each other knowing that he has to go.

“Goodbye Brandon.” I kiss him on the cheek. He walks away silently. Staring back a few times before he’s out of my view.

I said last time would be the last time.

Happy Monday 💋

[sashi-ya]

𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑫𝑺 ⛈ [chapter 1: introduction] 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭! 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐂𝐄𝐎! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

⇝ Interactive fic format welcome to the first chapter! as mentioned previously this will be an interactive fic! how does it work? by the end of every chapter you will find a poll section where you will be able to vote for what's coming in the next chapter! what will reader do? what will be the consequences? have fun! ⇝ tw: the story is set to be an awakening for reader. you will find topics as loneliness, hints of depression and suicidal tendencies. be specially careful if this topics are triggering for you. there is no smut in this chapter, but it will be in the following ones. ⇝ don't forget to vote at the end of every chapter! ⇝ masterlist

Nobody, never, told you no. And nobody, ever, will. Miss Independent. Miss Successful. The Boss.

“I don’t care about a stupid storm, get me a damn ticket NOW” you order. The sound of your voice echoes against the many glass windows of your rooftop office. You don’t mind, nor care for your safety… all you have in your life is your job. Biggest enterprise that leads many markets and won’t ever stop growing. At least not on your watch.  

Your hills click harder against the cold marble of the floor, a tuft of hair gets curled around your finger, the insides of your mouth are heavily bitten. Nobody, however, knows you can get anxious. And nobody should, either.

“The… the airport is closed, Miss” your assistant, Usopp, informs.

Your eyes are glued to the blurred image of the city. You can see almost all of it from your position. And it’s that, exactly, what money and power makes you feel; like you are above them all.

“Then get the jet” you venously spit, as if your assistant was stupid enough not to think of that already. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s closed, we are taking off from the vineyard runway”

You notice your secretary nervously trying to find any type of words that could stop you from doing such stupidity, but he finally gives up and simply says “yes, boss...”

He walks away, already with his phone in his hands. He needs to call the private pilot on a Thursday night, with a cyclone outside, just because you couldn’t wait.

The tuft you’ve been playing with around your finger is now behind your ear. You tucked it. As always, your hand did it. Your long red nails did. Loneliness never made you less successful; in fact, quite the opposite.

Through the glass wall, covered in uncountable raindrops, your blurred vision finally fixes into the many buildings around. All of them, so late in the evening, begin to show candid lights throughout them. Families that join and play together. Lonely people hugging their pets. Couples dancing and kissing, or even looking through their windows. None of them, but you, show a single silhouette tonight.

“Boss, I’m- I…” your assistant breaks your bubble of hate and self-awareness. “The pilot says he is not flying tonight. It’s too dangerous” he excuses himself. In fact, his head bowed down exposes how mortified he is by not being able to accomplish your orders.

You turn around and massage your temple. There is a very important meeting you need to attend tomorrow morning. You can’t wait.

“Put Doffy on the line and leave me alone” you straight and coldly say.

He nods, leaving immediately, closing the heavy doors behind him. Not even five seconds after, the sound of your phone announces  Mr. Donquixote is waiting on the line.

“My sweet (Name), to what do I owe the pleasure of your call? Are you feeling lonely tonight? You can come home whenever you can” the excentric billionaire, who you sometimes fuck with, sings through the phone.

“I need your private pilot. Now. Flying my jet from the vineyards” you say, not much information is given. He probably understands.

He laughs. Extremely loudly.

“No pilot will take you anywhere tonight but let me see if my nephew wants to risk his life. The kid wants to die often, and apparently you too” he keeps laughing while telling you such terrible statement.

“I need a pilot, not a kid Doflamingo” “He is, indeed, a pilot. Give me twenty minutes, I’ll send it to your vineyard. But you owe me one… you know exactly those lips are my weakness”

Done. Problem fixed. You always know who to call when you need something; you know nobody really cares about your wellbeing but only the things they could get in return if you owe them something.

A carry on is always packed with essential stuff on your office; many are the times you spend travelling compared to those you spend at your own house. You grab it along with your coat and your keys.  You don’t wait for your chauffer; you don’t want to hear blabbering about safety.

“It’s just rain. What’s gonna happen? Am I getting my stilettos wet? So what?”

There isn’t much traffic, the many lights are indeed going the opposite way to yours. Everybody seems to be returning home, while you are driving straight to the outside of the city. Your vineyards aren’t that far but are certainly on a much rural zone.

Thunder roar in the open sky, the darkest night seems to be only illuminated by the power of those flashing lights inside growing grey towers of fluff.

“Bet is gonna be a very fun flight ~” you hum, as you imagine the little powerful plane crossing the menacing clouds ahead.

It takes you little time to arrive to your destination, the engine of your car is way more powerful than most of the automobiles out there.

Right by the door of your vineyards, a man that seems to be on the bones, salutes you.

“Yohohoho! What are you doing here, Boss? Welcome! Do I prepare a glass of Merlot or maybe a Pinot Noir for you tonight? ” he asks, taking his hat off, revealing an amazing afro underneath.

“Brook, take this to the jet. The pilot will be here at any minute, he is a new one so let him pass the door” you instruct your housekeeper, throwing your carry on at him.

His eyes, deep into the sockets of his skull, open wide. Of course, nobody expects you to fly with such storm outside… but that’s just you, and exactly how you are.

“Sure, Boss. I’ll sort everything out for you right away”

You take a swift look at the main house of your vineyards. Everything is perfectly clean and well kept. You are satisfied; your personnel works perfectly well. Except your private pilot, that one is already fired.

You sit down, flopping maybe onto a fancy couch. Nobody is watching, you are allowed to rest for at least just a moment. However, the calm lasts no longer than a couple of seconds.

“Miss (Name), the pilot is here” Brook comments, making your shut eyes to open slowly and -mostly- annoyed. You didn’t expect to see a man standing right next to your employee, but there he is.

“Who are you? why aren’t you on the plane already?” you ask, not even standing up but crossing your legs as you stiff your back muscles. Your thighs, flash a little bit of them underneath the cut of your pencil tight skirt. Your red nails carve on the sides of the armchairs.

The man, of steel eyes and dark hair smirks just a little with defiance and superior demeanour. Something you most likely don’t fancy but makes your insides… anxiously alive.

Wearing nothing but a private pilot uniform, he stands right in front of you. It shows that he is clearly not used to serve, but to be served. And you soon remember this man, who’s been called a “kid”, is in fact Donquixote Doflamingo’s nephew.

“You must be Doffy’s nephew; you are just like him; you don’t bow before anyone. Don’t you?” you ask, this time standing up. Not even your high heels are enough to surpass his height.

He hums. “Trafalgar Law, and I’m not like him” he spits. Apparently he is not only spoiled, but also hates his own family. “I’m not here to work for you, I am here because I’ve been told you needed a favour. You should know how to fly planes by now” he states.

You burn. How dare him tell you are not independent enough.

“Indeed, I do. Apparently you aren’t aware of the fact that I can’t fly without another pilot because of stupid laws and regulations. This isn’t a helicopter; this is a jet” you inform him, walking right pass him and asserting dominance with your hand on his shoulder.

You look him in the eye with a side look. Law, does the same. You are close, so close you can hear his breathing. And your image, imponent and beautiful, reflects on the golden hoops that hang from his right ear.

Both, intensely fight in silence. For what, however, none of you exactly know. And the energy between you two, could probably alter the weather, and the world itself…

“Come on, I have no time to waste. I need to be in London by tomorrow morning” you break the silence. Walking towards a big hall that takes you to the hangar, you turn around just for a couple of seconds to give a last lethal look at your new young companion.

Just a hint of flustered cheeks show in his face, but it’s enough for you to feel like you have won the battle of dominance. Or that’s what you thought.

The heavy steps behind you, makes you internally smile. You are used to be followed by almost mute employees, walking on eggshells not to piss you off. But Law is different; he is not doing this for the money, nor status. He is as suicidal as you, flying in this weather should be prohibited… in fact, it is. But the rich never ask for permission. You are know you are above everything else. And that includes the clouds, too.

“Give me a second, let me sort the charts” Law says, taking a look at the papers in his hands before climbing into the jet.

You nod, as you do the same with your laptop. Something inside you tells you to stop; that those conditions will bring more than mere turbulence. Yet, your cold heart, tells you something louder than your reason; “who cares if something happens, after all? Just do it”

Half an hour after, and a couple of swift looks at each other, Law and you are already set to departure.

For the first time since he arrived you notice the tattoos on his hands; knuckles inked with the word “D.E.A.T.H” rip a scoff from you. It is quite funny to you, that those hands could most likely either fly you to death if you aren’t lucky enough, or to London if you are.

“We don’t need to fly now, we can wait until the conditions seem better” Law murmurs, as those inked fingers turn on every button of the plane. “Your plans aren’t more important than any life”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh. So, he is not that willing to die as Doffy said…

[byfulcrums]

Fuck it. Invincible Tumblr

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Wake up to see the aliens attacking again. God fucking damn it.

❤️ justamonstergirl Follow

Imagine how the aliens feel after seeing you

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Get better insults. You won't be insulting anyone that way

❤️ justamonstergirl Follow

Nahhh. Don't need to. You already humiliate yourself every time you open your mouth

💥 explosionsbaby Follow

Your entire existence is an insult

☪️ superherofan Follow

i forget that superheroes have social media and regularly use it.... invincible has Tumblr holy shit

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Boo.

☪️ superherofan Follow

OMG??

#HI MR INVINCIBLE SIR #I SWEAR ALL MY A/B/O FICS WERE WRITTEN OUT OF LOVE

🌙 artemislover Follow

Can't believe I have to say this, but can you guys please stop making Omni-Man x Immortal theories?!?!

Ik you think the idea of them having been romantically involved is funny, but c'mon, people

It is true that there should be more openly queer superheroes, but the fact that there are people who genuinely believe they fucked is wild...

Besides, we have to stop following the lives of superheroes that closely. They deserve to get some privacy too! They're still people

Also, didn't Omni-Man once mention his wife?? And son?? Shipping him w a man when he's clearly straight and in an established relationship is stupid

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

These are all great points but they've definitely fucked

🌙 artemislover Follow

INVINCIBLE?????

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Godddddd. My parents just do not know what privacy is, PLEASE STOP HAVING SEX WHEN I MIGHT BE HOME... please you're killing me

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

Wait, shit, wrong blog...

🌭 hotdog Follow

shocking revelation: invincible has parents

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

??? Of course I have parents. Where'd you think I came from?

🌭 hotdog Follow

Honestly i thought you were from mars

🌟 notsovinciblenow Follow

from MARS????

#i'm not martian??? i don't even look martian #do i look martian?

💃 thedancingquinn Follow

ATOM EVE LIKES MY FAVORITE BAND????

🚫 ohgodpleaseno Follow

really? How do you know?

💃 thedancingquinn Follow

Okay quick storytime

My friends and I wanted to go to see this band live for a LONG time, so we saved up money for years until we could finally afford it, right?

Well, the day we finally get to see them live, I look up and I see Atom Eve, just. Flying there. Above the crowd

She was singing, apparently very loudly and she looked like she was having sm fun. She saw me and waved!!! Atom Eve!!!! Waved at me!!!!!!!

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:)

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WAIT R YOU THE ACTUAL ATOM EVE

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Yeah. Check my Insta, there's a link to this blog!

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AFKFHFHFHFJDJDJDJDDJDHFHSUEUEJEJ

#ATOM EVE TALKED TO ME!!!!!!

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Today, Monster Girl told me to download this app and create a blog — I did not think it was necessary, but she insisted.

I decided to listen to her. She was very persuasive.

I will be sharing things about my day, as she has told me to do. Expect to hear from me after this.

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you really think we're gonna believe you're the real Robot?? C'mon.

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Dude, RP exists. Let people live their lives in peace

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This is so funny

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That's... The real monster girl. Replying to a fake Robot post...

Dude I think he's real

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The new Guardians are a fucking shit show. Are we seriously meant to believe they're going to protect us? Really??

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Oh Id like to see YOU almost get killed every single fucking day without one fucking break only for asholes like you to shit on us like that. We almost die every single day!!! Were the ones geting our hands dirty not you

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I'd* assholes* We're*

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Your supposed to be with me in this one

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You're*

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The Immortal kinda... 👀

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WHAT

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I cant believe she cheated on me... what a bitch

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😐

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We're going to have a fucking talk, Rex.

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Shit

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You had this one coming buddy

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The fact that Miles Morales canonically reads JJK, though...

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INVINCIBLE LIKES MARVEL?? AND JJK???

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Why is everyone always surprised when I like something? I don't get it

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:(

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I cannot have just found out you're still alive through Tumblr...

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Seriously though. Are you okay now? I know you're not mentally, after the whole Chicago thing w your dad, but at least physically?

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I'll survive, I guess

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INVINCIBLE?? It is such a relief to see you're still here after the whole Chicago ordeal Mr Invincible

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Yeah maybe don't remind him of that rn??

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OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY

#I AM SO SO SO SORRY #omg i hope you're doing good mr invincible :(((

[luffysscraps]

anyways, i'd really love a request where fem!reader + luffy are dancing @ a party after another win for the straw hats, which reader is a part of. things get heated because luffy's latin genes come out during the dance + he starts singing along in spanish. ends in smUT.

reader can be black idc i'm black + caribbean/latin

thank you in advance, darlin 😁💕

Ella Baila Sola

Cw: Fem reader. Black reader.��� under the cut.Not proofread.

With the Straw hat’s latest win saving a village, obviously a party came in its wake as well.

Food, booze, music, fireworks all of it flooded the plaza of the small village. Everyone was drinking, partying and having the time of their lives. You giggle and laugh swaying your hips to the beat of the music, the flow of your pretty dress following your figure as you danced. But in this large open plaza of people, you danced solo. Tons of men had approached you, asking for your hand but you denied all of them. What you could say? They just couldn’t keep up with you.

Only one man in this world could.

And that man was currently stuffing his face full of food. Your captain; or as you knew him, Luffy. You giggled lightly watching him raid the table stuffing all the food he could in his elastic cheeks. The boy had such a one track mind that he didn’t realize he was missing the main course right in front of him. The shaking of your hips and the flow of your dress riled up many of the men in the permitter. Sanji, Brook, Usopp, even Zoro wanted a piece of you. But you just swiftly danced away from them.

She dances alone~

Then mariachi kicked in. All the spotlight on you, your glossy brown lips parted and you finally called his name. “Luffy~!”

The male in question swallowed the ham bone in between his lips. His wide, black eyes gazed around before finally landing on his darling’s figure. His querida.

How foolish of him, have you been dancing like that alone all night? Food can wait. You can’t. He let his greed take hold of him, but now seeing your figure move; Lust was about to take hold of him instead. It was then he heard the familiar tune, he knew this song and he knew it well. He rose to his feet his sandals clicking along the way as he made his way to you. A large smile on his face as he felt something else take hold of him. As he’s in your range he taps on Zoro’s shoulder singing loudly for everyone around him to hear including you.

“Compa, ¿qué le parece esa morra~?”

He doesn’t give Zoro time to answer or decipher what he had said. Instead he moved closer to your shifting body, a smirk on his face as he points straight at you.

“La que anda bailando sola me gusta pa' mí~”

You smirk right back at him, your swaying of your hips didn’t stop as you laid your hands in his. “Finally noticed me huh?” You flutter your lashes at the rubber man who matches your rhythm in seconds. He throws his head back and a giggling tone sinks into his singing.

“¡Bella! Ella sabe que está ¡Buena!”

“Damn right I am, and you ignored me for a slab of meat~” You teased him softly, resting a hand on his open chest and running your fingers over his scar. You had been picking up on a bit of Portuguese and Spanish ever since you and Luffy started dating. You didn’t know a lot but you knew enough to tell he was calling you sexy. He cuts his eyes at you, that hungry smile laced his lips as he feels your hands running up and down his exposed chest. His hands find their way to your waist and holds you in small dip.

“Que todos andan mirándola cómo baila. Me acerco y le tiro todo un verbo~”

“I was waiting for you~” Your eyelids get low and from that tone of voice Luffy could tell you were getting just as hot and bothered as he was. “Desculpe mantê-la esperando, minha rainha.” He whispers against the nape of your neck as he pulls you in closer to him. There was something so sexy about hearing his sexy, husky voice in a different language that you couldn’t explain. The raven haired male then pulls away, twirling you in place with his hand sending you into a giggle fit.

“Le dije, Voy a conquistar tu familia, que en unos días vas a ser mía.”

He smiles seeing your hair fall as he brings you back close to his chest. His thumb tenderly runs along your cheeks, feeling your cheeks rise as you smile. “You’re crazy.” You simply stated the truth and Luffy laughed in reply, giving you a grin of his own.

“Me dijo que estoy muy loco, pero le gusta. Que ningún vato como yo actúa~.”

He can’t hold it in any longer. He brings you in close to his body and gives you a longing kiss. He craved you, all of you. His hands dig into your backside as he holds you close to him. He doesn’t care about the others watching… he doesn’t care about anything else in this moment. Not food, not the others, no one else mattered but you.

As the music dies down, the two of you only pull away because of the need to breathe. You pant lightly, a string of saliva connects you to Luffy. The male’s eyes are half lidded and lust clouded his vision as he stares down at your figure. He felt himself throb in his boxers and groaned lightly biting his bottom lip.

“Wanna get out’a here?”

“Ah~ L-Luffy!” You cried out as he pushes his length inside of you. He had placed his straw hat on your head and pushed you into an alleyway a few feet away from the party. Your panties tossed to the side and Luffy had freed his hard on from his boxers and pulled his shorts down. “Shhh… don’t wanna ruin the party.” He whispered to you slowly, a smirk on his lips as he slowly began to fuck you against the wall.

“Sorry for ignoring you~ fuck~ won’t happen again.” He groans out holding your legs up for you and pounding into you from below. “Ya look so pretty in this dress~ damn.” His cock reaches places you never thought possible as he thrusts himself inside of you. His dick pushing apart your gummy walls and reshaping your insides. All you could do is moan and wrap your arms around his neck gripping at his shirt’s backside.

The alleyway was filled with the sound of skin slapping, moans and groans. Lewd, dirty sounds that can only come from two people who are body to body. Luffy’s sounds are a mixture of laughter and groans as he couldn’t control his pace. His mind filled with nothing but pleasure and your body. “So… so fuckin’ tight… hmm~ I love you~”

Luffy groans into your neck giving you a tender kiss that turned into a love bite. Feeling his teeth break your skin you cried out in pain and pleasure. He muttered a quick “sorry.” Before lapping up the blood droplets from his teeth marks. His hat rocks on top of your head from each thrust inside. He feels that familiar hot feeling bubbling inside of him. His dick twitches wildly inside of you causing you to groan out.

“Gonna cum… gonna cum right inside of ya’.” He speaks half sentences and babbles on as his hips move even faster. He ruts against you and he chases his orgasm. Your back slides up and down the alleyway wall with the speed he’s fucking you at. Your moans get even louder and your hands grip the back of his shirt tightly. You feel a coil ball up inside of you, begging for release; his arousal had moved you to orgasm as well.

“C-Cumming! O-oh god~ Lu-Luffy-“ He eats up your moans by shoving his tongue into your mouth before slamming his hips against your body. His balls were kissing your slit with how deep he was. You practically melt feeling his seed shoot deep inside of you. Your gummy walls even sticker with his cum, your insides painted white. Your body pulses in response and that tight coil inside of you finally comes undone. Your walls gripping him tightly as you release your juices on top of his dick. The way your pussy chokes his dick makes his eyes roll back in his head. His dick responds in shooting all of the cum it had stored inside.

His cum and your juices overflow and start to leak out of your pussy. He groans out finally ending the kiss, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as another string of saliva connects you two together. His eyes are still half lidded as they look down at the mess he made of your pussy. He watches as his cum drips from your pussy all the way down your leg.

He smiles lightly, his eyes coming back up to meet yours as he leans in, your noses touching from the closeness. He giggles and you do as well as soon as you recover. “Sorry for ignoring ya~”

“Oh I think you made up for it, didn’t you~?”

She dances solo~, because she’s waiting for him.

Had so much fun writing this one! I think the first part is the CUTEST fluff I’ve ever made-

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Wade is having a stay-in date night with Ness, and this means the kitchen light is traded for a colored one, candles, half burnt pasta, cheap wine, and Careless Whisper blasting throughout the appartment complex.

He starts off with some cringy dance while V is up on the counter, rolling her eyes and smiling, but she can't help but feel like there was something different about Wade. Yeah, she knew this dance. She knew the routine of his 'serenade' and his littlw two step slow dance he had going on, making backup sound effects for Mr. George Micheal and eventually grabs the pasta spoon, singing into it.

This is not new, but.. something was. She couldn't put her finger on it but she knew her boyfriend. She knew him well enough to become engaged to him, break up with him, and start dating again.

It was like he was glowing.

But why?

"Tonight the music seems so loud! I wish that we could lose this crowd-" His non existsnt eyebrows wiggle, and Vanessa can't help but to almost spit out her wine.

"Maybe it's better this way, We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say!" He shouts into the pasta sauce covered spoon, leaning into her a bit as she rolls her eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. She knew what Wade wanted. He wanted to "earn" her with his performance.

God.. he really is her peacock, wasn't he?

"We could have been so good together! We could have lived this dance forever!" Taking her arm, He pulls her waist closer to him, connecting their foreheads with those pretty heart eyes of his beaming into hers with such love struck gleam.

"But now who's gonna dance with me? Please staaaayy~" He sings loudly, letting her go enough for V to notice that Logan is now staring too, the same lop sided love struck small smile on his face.

"And I'm never gonna dance again- Guilty feet have got no rhythm!!" He says, dropping onto his knees and arching his back, using her hand to keep his balance.

"You didn't have any to begin with!"

She hears, looking up to see Logan smirking as Wade jumps to his feet. "ExcUSE me!? My bad, not everything is a waltz, old man! Like seriously, when's the last time you could do anything but a simple one two three? Lincoln's wedding!?" He calls over the counter and Logan grunts, his joints popping as he gets off the couch.

Wades eyes widden with dangerous excitment as he turns to her. "Oh now, im in for it!"

"Damn right. I can do more then Waltz, you know."

"Oh, yeah!? Like what? Square dance?!"

"Whats wrong with square dancing!?"

Then it clicked.

Him.

That's what was different about Wade.

Logan had changed him. Unconsiously, for the better. He was so... Happy. He was like a missing puzzle piece to complete Wades purpose of being, mirroring what Wade needed, even if that meant insulting his dancing skills mid date.

Grinning widely like a moron with a crush, he changes the song- Wade was serious. He would never dance with anyone else except V to that song ever again- Pushing next on their shuffle only for Madonna to come on.

Squealing, he waves his hands, shoving the pasta spoon back into the pot then took Logan's hands. "Can you swing?"

"S-swing?- Woah!! Hey!"

"You wanted to dance so were dancing!"

"I didn't say that!"

As she listens to them bicker, she laughs as she watches Logan awkwardly step on Wade's foot multiple times.

"Ouch!! Hey! I'm regenerative, not indestructible! You're like 400 pounds!!" He teases, and the blush on Logan's face is something she wants to take a picture of, watching as he tries to teach Wade how to 'properly dance', spinning him around, holding his wasit and dipping him at certian parts.

"Ahh!! Don't drop me!!"

"I'm not going to drop you, Stop screaming!"

"Ness!! He's gonna drop me!"

She giggles, giving Logan a playful finger wag. "Hey do you mind? He needs all the braincells he can keep!"

"Yeah! Cancer already ate half of them!"

"Oh, sssuurree, just the cancer, definitely not how many times youve made me shove my-"

"Lo-Lo!!! Not in front of Nessy!!" He whines, being spun again.

"Oh shut up, i'm not going to embarrass you infront of Vanessa-" he turned to her, whispering "I so am"

"I HEARD THAT!"

"What? It's not my fault your game is weak." Logan teases him, giving her a playful nod, putting his hand out for her to take "Ma'am."

She laughs, hearing Wade suddenly complain that he wasn't supposed to be stealing his date.

"Maybe she wants to dance with a real man-" Logan coes, gently taking V and spinning her too... Vanessa could see why Wade liked him.. he was quite strong. And a gentleman.

"My gender blindness has NOTHING to do with this!" Wade whined in a high-pitched tantrum like sound, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him instead.

Oh great. And now they were fighting over her.

Gosh... Maybe she has two Peacocks...

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 19) —

Warnings: fluff, implied sex

Prompt: “Hey, wake up!”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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A/N: Like I said, I have a ton of them in my drafts just waiting to be finished.

Bucky was ready to crash.

His eyes were dropping shut as the soft rumbles of the Quinjet sing him a lullaby. The seat, no matter how uncomfortable, had never looked so inviting. He wanted nothing more than be at home in his bed, holding his girl. But they were still hours away from the Compound then.

And Steve just had to have the post-mission meeting five minutes after they landed.

Bucky was ready to blow a fuse by the time Steve dismissed them. He hurriedly packed his duffel bag, exchanging the Kevlar for regular clothes without bothering to take a nice long shower—they had been out in the rain anyway. Not that you liked the smell of wet grass and dirt.

He just hoped he didn’t smell like shit as he sat into his pickup and drove away.

The landscape of trees woved into old town buildings before he pulled into the driveway of an old brownstone. It was in good condition, but it wasn’t hard to tell that it had been standing for a couple of decades. The vine that had grown along its side had etched into the bricks and the driveway was still gravel halfway through.

He had left it like this for that damn mission.

He parked beside the bright blue SUV and shoved the door open, grabbing the duffel bag on the passenger seat at the last second. He grumbled incoherent threats to Fury, Steve, and the stupid, idiotic people who just couldn’t stop doing harmful things. He kicked off his shoes quickly, ignoring the fact that you were going lecture him on putting his shoes on the shoe rack where they belonged. Especially when they looked like that—muddy and wet.

He took two stairs at a time, ready to finally have you in his arms.

Then, when he opened his bedroom door quietly, he saw that his spot had been taken. His heart skipped a beat or two. The two figures were easily recognizable, cuddled up in the bed with the extra pillows thrown behind you. Bucky’s heart thumped loudly in his ears as he took in the sight before him, heart practically melting.

He dropped his duffel bag, accidentally waking you up with the knives clashing in there. He came over and kissed your forehead, running a hand through Grant’s curls of hair and gently kissing his chubby cheek. The four-year-old smiled in his sleep.

“You smell like shit,” you said with a loopy smile. You tilted your head back and pouted your lips, letting him know that you expected him to get into bed with you and your baby boy the second he came home. He kissed your lips quickly three times, both an act of love and apology.

“I’ll be quick,” he murmured, unable to talk louder even if he tried. His heart was still trying to process the absolute precious moment in front of him. “Wanted to be home.”

You hummed lightly and let your eyes droop shut. “You hurt?” You asked with a grab at his hand. He squeezed your hand gently.

“No, ma’am.”

You peeked at him and have him a once over. “Be quick.” His eyes wandered over the two of you again, so unbelievably baffled by the fact that he had a wife and kid to come home to now.

“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled against your forehead before placing a chaste kiss on the two of you again. He took no time taking off his clothes and hopping into the shower, all that dirt and grime that had been stuck in his hair streaking down into the drain. No wonder he had smelled like shit.

He dressed in his boxers and sweatpants, drying out his hair as much as he could before coming out of the bathroom. Grant couldn’t sleep without a nightlight, so he didn’t have to wait for his eyes to adjust to look at the two of you again. He swore his heart would never stop melting at the sight of you and his son. It was a miracle that he still had trouble believing in.

But he knew how to ground himself to reality now. He carefully moved all the pillows away from you, checking the clock just before climbing into the bed. It was already 6:30am and he was sure he was going to get just a blink of sleep before Grant decided it was time to wake up. He was always a morning bird.

Just as Bucky fell asleep, Grant yelled, “Hey, wake up! Mommy, wake up!” He shook you, which indirectly shook Bucky awake too. “Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!” He crawled over you and fell onto Bucky’s side before Bucky could move to lay on his back.

“Hey, buddy,” Bucky replied with as much energy as he could possibly muster after half an hour of sleep. But, with the way Grant was grinning and looking down at Bucky, with his blue eyes sparkling, Bucky couldn’t have imagined a better way to wake up.

He turned his head slightly to see you smiling up at him from where you rested your head on his shoulder.

Well, he could think of a few other ways.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

NSFW Story of listener making their first move on seth with al watching

Lets put on a show.

TW: Grinding, heavy petting (over clothes), and voyeurism

"Seth, I like you." Whispering Sugarboo leaned close to him. Their eyes locking into his and smirked watching his reaction.

Seth blinked at them and started buffering, a bright blush went on his face. The brunette opened and closed his mouth as he tried figuring out what to say. Alphonse behind the two snorted watching the infraction.

"Come on Seth....Don't leave them hangin'." Chiding slightly, Alphonse giggled watching Seth throw a glare at him. The shorter man cleared his throat before looking back at Boo.

"Sugar, I feel the same- mmphh!" His words were cut off by Sugarboo smashing their lips on his. Climbing into his lap to deepen the kiss, legging their hands go up to his hair. Seth moaned as he tried giving back the same passion they were giving.

The pastel punk behind then chuckled as he placed a hand in his lap. It was very hot seeing Boo being so forward with Seth like this. Even gave a smirk at his partner who looked over their shoulder and winked.

"Seth....After getting to know you and love you...I wanna be with you. Me and Alphonse already talked about it." Explaining Boo wrapped their arms around his shoulders. Seth, who was processing everything simply nodded as Sugar left kisses on his face.

"Awe, Sug, I really only kept a distance because I didn't know-" Once again he was interrupted by Boo kissing his lips, gently this time. Seth felt a slight boner start going as they tried getting closer to him. As if instincts took over, Seth's hand went on their waist.

"Wow, gonna fuck in front of me?" Teasing Alphonse unzipped his pants looking at the two. Seth blushed realizing Al was still in the room. But Boo looked back and rocked down on Seth's hard on, smirking as they got a groan from both men.

"You always did love a show~" Singing out, Boo turned back and kissed Seth. Who, decided fuck it and let them touch him all over. Their hands felt so warm compared to him and it sent shivers down his spine.

"Damn right I do. Boo, grind on him harder. The moans you'll get out of him are heavenly." Whispering instructions, Sugarboo nodded and went back to grinding. Seth let out a loud moan as he arched his back at the sudden pace.

"Wait- Sug- Ah! Fuck- oh shiitt-" Stuttering Seth gripped at Sugarboo. The baker gave out breathy moans as they were pressed on by his noises. All while Alphomse started stroking his cock, the sight before him was so fucking hot.

"Come on Boo, go harder. He can take it, trust me I know he can." Chuckling out, Al moaned as he matched his strokes with Boo's grinding. Seth let out a yelp as he was pushed back into the couch cushon.

"Seth, can I go faster? Pleeaassee?" Whining out, Boo leaned down and sucked on his neck. Gasping out Seth gave a wordless nod as he enjoyed the attention he got. Along with the thrill of putting on a show for Alphonse.

Letting their list control their mind, Sugarboo focused on long and deep grinding. Moaning as they gripped on Seth's chest slowly pawing at his nipples. The brunette arched his back again, moaning as their hands made him more horny.

Moving a bit, Alphonse spread his legs stroking his cock with a eased grin. The tension in the living room felt full of lust as the three enjoyed themselves. Sugarboo let out breathy giggles as they rocked harder feeling their climax coming.

"Seth, gonna cum- fuck wanna cum with you-" Whining Boo was cut off by Seth yanking them down kissing them deeply. In a swift movement he pinned them down on the couch.

"Fuck Sugar, I fucking love you." Blurting out Seth started grinding down on them. Sugarboo gasped shocked as they cling heavily on the brunette moaning loudly in his ear. Making Seth move listening to their noises to keep sure he was doing it right.

Behind them Alphonse was pumping his cock even more seeing the tables being flipped. Boo's moans growing louder as their climax started peaking and grunts from Seth as he grinded against them. There was a light squeaking from the couch that echoed in the room along with all their moans and groans.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Screaming slightly Seth looked to the side seeing Alphonse jerking off. Sugar turned their head as well and moaned seeing their boys deep in pleasure made it even more enjoyable.

With one more hard grind all three came watching each other get their rocks off. Seth pinned Sugarboo down a bit hard as he cummed into his pants. Boo arched their back moaning loudly digging their nails into his back. Alphonse came hard seeing the two finishing before him.

Huffing all three exhausted laid in their own bliss after cumming hard. Sugarboo turned to Seth and gave a gentle smile, kissing his forehead. Making the brunette hum happily feeling their lips and Alphonse groaned as he slowly got up.

"Let me get stuff for you two. Enjoy being together now!" Chuckling, Alphonse went to get water for the two who melted into the couch. Seth and Boo looked at each other before kissing again.

After drinking water and securing more of how the relationship would be. The trio were happy that all three of them could come to an agreement. How that agreement turned out is simply their business.

[renren-006]

Heyo! How are you? I was wondering if I could put in a request for a Geralt x fem reader one shot?

Reader is injured in some sort of way but tries to hide it from Geralt coz she doesn’t want to worry him but he obviously finds out?

I’m bad at descriptions😪

Please and thank you xx

Wounds and Kisses | Geralt x fem Reader

a/n: hello! thank you for the request and i hope you like it!

fluff and angst

word count: 966

You tagged Geralt along on another one of his quests. You had before, and Jaskier seemed to think it was an excellent idea to have another person join them. So it was you and Geralt on Roach and Jaskier on his own horse, Fawn, playing tunes on his instruments. You were not a Witcher, but you did have basic abilities passed down from your mother, who was a half-elf and half-sorcerer, making you a mixed-blooded woman. Your abilities revolved around the elements, like your mother and her mother before her. You were trained by her before she died and before you had met Geralt.

He was adamant about letting you on quests; he wouldn't tell you why, but you knew the brooding man had some form of feeling towards you. The two of you never discussed it, but there was always something between them. You had slept together, kissed in halls, and spent the nights together, but no relationship was formed, and no words of love were ever spoken. You wished he would; you wished he would just tell you he loved you so you may finally not have to steal glances at the man without him knowing. 

The beast was something of a bigger size than either you or Geralt had previously thought it would be. Jaskier was back at the tavern drinking away and singing about adventures, while the two of you were stuck dealing with a beast that continuously terrorized this poor town. You didn't expect it to also be so difficult to defeat but its hard armor made things worse. It also made things worse when the beast tail slammed into you sending you flying to the ground. Geralt was too busy with a second beast that charged that he had no idea you had been flung by the beast. You stumbled back over to the fight, trying not to clutch your side. Your powers roared in you as you launched yourself on top of the beast, shoving your sword in any place between the armor before finding its weak spot. You shoved your sword deep into the spot by its neck in between the brakes in its armor, it wailed loudly before it fell. You stumbled off the beast intime to see Geralt doing the same with the second beast. Once you stumbled out of the muddy water onto land your side erupted in pain, you bit back a cry as you got onto Jeskier horse, Fawn, and rode back alongside Geralt who was far ahead of you and determined to finish the job fully and get home. You didn't dare touch your side or grimace about it, not wanting the boys to know you got hurt. 

You sat by Jaskier who held his nose by the stink of the beast coming off you. 

“Damn Y/N you stink” he said “Oh and Geralt smells worse…both of you go take a bath!”

“Were fine Jaskier” Geralt said, not wanting to jump to the bath and instead started drinking whatever it was he bought.

“Ill go” you said. As you stood a flash of pain crossed your face, making Geralt straighten. You stumbled your way to the room finding that someone had already filled the bin with hot bath water. As you undressed you didn't hear the door open or the heavy footsteps of Geralt entering. 

“Y/N” he said, standing still at the sight of the entirely too large gash and hole in your side. The beast tail had been spiked and its tail punctured your side while also slashing the entire length of your stomach. The blood and ooze that gushed from you seemed like it didn't matter under the eyesight of Geralt who stumbled over to you. “Why didn't you say anything?” he asked you. His voice was…soft. 

“I didn't want to worry you” you told him. You clutched the bin, your vision blurring as Geralt caught you, finished undressing you and got you into the hot water. You screamed a bit from the feeling of the hot water in your wound. Geralt held you, sliding in after undressing himself and holding you close to him.

“I want you to tell me when you're hurt. It means nothing against your skills when you are” he told you, making you feel worse about not mentioning it.

“I'm sorry,” you told him. 

“No apologies. Just heal” he told you, knowing that with concentration and his strength behind you, using the water and your magic can help heal the deep wound on you. The water swirled slightly as you used the magic in you to heal what you could. The deep gash slowly faded to a large gash, and the scratches along your stomach turned to scabs and then to scars. Your body had enough scars that you hated the sight of them but your magic only worked so far.

“I'm sure Yennefer would be happy to show you how to heal scars” He told you, pulling you even closer to him. “I know we never talked about what is between us…”

“I love you” you spoke faster than he could finish his thought. 

“I love you too y/n…if you had let me finish” he said, causing you to laugh. 

“Sorry, just wanted to say it before I couldn't” you told him looking at his face. 

“I should have told you sooner. I took advantage of your feelings before mine came around..”

“I know, but i never told you to stop” you said, “I just wanted all your love not just parts”

“Now you have it all” he told you, “so no more hiding your wounds” 

“Promise,” you said, kissing his cheek before falling back and laying on him.

[dulltoned]

Kismet Snippets

Brought to you by the Trolls Discord.

Ablaze:

- Used to be "We R Who We R" by Kesha

- After being introduced to rock music it's now also "Why Worry" by Set It Off

Trickee:

- "Lucky Strike" by Maroon 5

- "Deal with It" by Ashnikko

- Listens to a lot of sad music when he's alone

Hype:

- Will lose his shit to Kesha with Ablaze but he prefers "Crazy Kids"

- A really big fan of "Right Now" by Sabrina Carpenter and "Anything Can Happen" by Tors

Boom:

- Loves "What a Man Gotta Do" by the Jonas Brothers

- Guilty pleasure for country, really likes "Homegrown" by Zac Brown Band and "I Don't Want This Night to End" by Luke Bryan

- Favorite song of all time is "It's Gonna Be Me" by BroZone and he will not tell Branch that.

Branch:

- Eclectic loser, doesn't have a favorite

- Really likes "Lose Your Way" by Broadside and "When the Earth Stands Still" by the Phoenix Chamber Choir, though.

Ablaze: Raspberry Sprite and Steak Nachos with extra jalapeños.

Trickee: Limonada/Brazilian Lemonade and blackberry and cheese danishes.

Hype: Fruit Punch Energy Drink (any brand) and fruit salad without any grapes.

Boom: Supersweet caramel coffee with whipped cream and soba, hot or cold for both the food and the drink.

They all build their bonds with Branch before they start to meet each other through him. Their individual friendships start to form long before they consider starting up a band.

Branch never stopped singing, not completely. Not until Kismet broke up. He didn't sing often after Grandma Rosiepuff died and he never sang in public. What he did sing was never happy but he still sang to himself on occasion. Music was in his blood, both as a Troll and as someone who's been performing since he was in diapers. It's not something that he could just quit at the drop of a hat like that.

It's only after Branch builds them their own hideout that the idea starts to form. Kismet are all hanging out in the space that Branch built for them, drinking after some party or another, and singing loudly. Underneath them screaming the lyrics, though, one of them hears a softer voice singing along. "Oh my- Branch your voice is so good!" "You sing!?" "Hey, that's damn good."

That's when the first spark ignites.

It takes a while for them to bring up being a band, let alone getting Branch to join in, and it takes even longer for Branch to open up about BroZone and his childhood. But they get there, they assure Branch that there's no pressure, but Branch feels safe with them and he likes singing so one day he tentatively agrees.

Branch never preformed on stage and he was never shown in the band's branding but everyone knew there was a fifth member of Kismet.

[wingedhallows]

i got my eye on you - three; marauders

pairing: marauders (sirius black x reader) | 3.3k words plot: albus reaches out to you to keep the marauders save, to not have them die, so you join them in their seventh year. authors note: I hope you're as happy with this chapter as i am , love u lots :) leave a comment if you want to be added to the taglist :)

navigation | part one ; part two ; part three ; part four

“Sirius, Y/N!” You pulled apart as Lily stumbled onto the balcony, face distraught.

You stepped in front of Sirius, hands still intertwined.

“It’s Remus.”

Your feet worked without your will as the two of you followed Lily inside. The party was still going on full blast, people were singing, drinking, having fun.

But you sobered up quite fast at the thought of Remus being hurt.

You pushed through the mass of people with Sirius in hand. Your heart beat at an abnormal speed.

Lily passed through the portrait and you followed suit. She turned a corner and held her hand out to show you the damage.

There sat Remus on the ground, sobbing.

You stared at the man, the crying mess. “He gets sentimental when drunk.” Sirius whispered in your ear and you heaved a sigh. You had to be fucking kidding.

“I can’t catch a break with you lot, can I?” You let go of Sirius’ hand which he audibly frowned upon and you kneeled in front of the weeping individual. Lily swayed herself, hands reaching for the railing behind her.

“Remus, honey?” His head lifted and he drunkenly threw his arms around your neck, almost pushing you to the ground.

“Oh, Y/N. My dear Y/N, how lovey to swee ya’” He mumbled. 

He brushed his fingers through your hair as more tears escaped him, some unintelligible complaints left his mouth before you stood up again, which he wailed loudly about.

“Sirius, go get James.” He nodded with a stupid grin on his face and took off. Lily eyed you with squinted eyes, her legs trying to keep her drunken form up right. You lit a cigarette and crouched down again. 

Remus eyed the cigarette and sobbed a broken. “Pwetty please.” You shook your head and held the stick away from him.

“Only if you stop crying, then off to bed, okay?” He eyed you and wiped the tears off his face with a big sniff. He took a deep breath and held his hand out.

“Stopped.” He said and you pushed the cigarette between his fingers and he silently smoked his cigarette.

“Me too!” Lily said, a small smile on her face as she held her hand out. You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t even smoke.” She only frowned at you and you heaved another big sigh, what big fucking children.

“Fine, fuck.” You cursed and lit her another cigarette.

With a big smile she took the stick and went in for a kiss, her painted lips connected somewhere between your cheek and your hair as she threw a “Thank u so so much” at you.

You made a mental note to have Suki get you more than one pack of cigarettes at a time, you damn well needed it. 

Sirius made his way back to the three of you with James in tow. The man in question wasn’t as drunk as his friends as he looked at you.

“James, thank fuck. Please get Remus to bed, take Sirius with you.”

“I brought him.” Sirius mumbled next to you as he took your hand in his, a stupid smile on his face.

“Thank you, love.” You said with a sweet smile.

James chuckled and nodded at you. “What a party.” He laughed as he tried to get Remus to stand, he only complained. “M’Not finished.” He eyes the half done cigarette in his hand and left him. You lit yourself a cigarette.

“Want one too?” James shrugged and lit himself one as well. “Might as well.” So you stood there, with two shit faced drunk kids, a crying mess and James, smoking a fag. What a wonderful evening. You had to chuckle as Sirius went for your cigarette, you let him. His hand rested on your waist and his face on your shoulder.

“You look sweet, you two.” James said, blowing some smoke.

“Thanks.” Sirius answered and took another drag.

“Off now.” You said to Remus who scrambled to his feet with Lily’s help. You turned to Sirius, a hand on his cheek.

“Be good and help James.” He nodded and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Yup.” He said and followed suit.

The castle was quiet, much a contrast to last night. In your bag you had stashed a few bottles of your own creation. A hangover potion, mixed and brewed by yourself, it had proven useful during your school days.

The great hall was fairly quiet, a lot of hungover students graced the benches. With quick steps you made your way to the Gryffindor table. You reached the desired bunch and greeted them with a simple.

“Good morning.” Sirius frowned and made space for you. “Morning, love.” The others didn’t look better so you placed your bag in your lap. “Here you go.” You placed a bottle in front of each of them.

“What’s this?” Lily spoke quietly, shielding her eyes from any kind of light. “Hangover cure, drink it.” You said and in an instant they grabbed for the bottle. James downed it in one go, so did Sirius.

“Ow, this tastes like goblin piss.” Sirius complained. “It’ll help tough, so say thank you.” 

He gave you a weak smile and muttered quietly. “Thank you, love.” 

“I’ll catch you for lunch, I have something to do.” You said and stuffed another biscuit in your mouth. Sirius caught your hand before you could leave. You turned and looked at him.

“Where’re you going?” You squeezed his hand and gave him a smile. “I’m visiting Suki, I have some things to sort out at home.” He nodded and gave you a small smile.

“It works, huh?” You pointed at the bottle and he heaved a chuckle. “Nothing dangerous, I promise.” He nodded and gave your hand another squeeze.

You bent down to place a quick peck on his cheek before you left.

“Suki, I’m home.” You yelled as you closed the front door behind you. The cabinet was shiny and your pictures polished. You noticed that the picture of your graduation was put in a different frame.

“Miss! Suki is indescribably happy to see Miss home, come come.” She waved her tiny hands at you as she noticed you eyeing the frame.

“Oh, Suki is so sorry. It fell while Suki was cleaning. Suki has punished herself by shutting her fingers in the cabinet and changing the frame right after, Suki is so sorry, Miss.” She cried out and you gasped at her.

 “Suki!” You scolded her.

“Why would you shut your fingers in the cabinet?” You took her hands in yours.

“I told you not to punish yourself, it was an accident!” She pulled her hand out of yours. “But Suki broke Miss’ favorite picture frame. Suki had to.” You frowned and pushed past her.

“We talked about this many times, Suki. I do not wish for you to hurt yourself.” She didn’t answer and followed you into the kitchen.

“More letters arrived, Miss.” Suki said as a few letters dropped on the kitchen table. You eyed the letters. 

Your parents tried to get a hold of you, every now and then.

“Burn them, please.”

Suki didn’t question your choice and the letters went up in flames as she picked them up. The ringing of the telephone which sat on a small table a few feet away, caught your attention. Suki left the kitchen and you with the phone.

“Oh, Y/N. Finally I’m able to get a hold of you.” You closed your eyes and suppressed a sigh.

“Josephine.” She laughed and continued talking.

“It’s good to hear your voice, I heard you’re on a long time mission, Hogwarts, I heard. You’re finally leaving some work for us, huh?” She laughed and you felt an urge to hang up, like right now.

“Paperwork has been piling up on your desk, I gave it to your cute little house elf, she’s the sweetest isn’t she. I hope you’re well-”I actually have to-”Oh, right, you’re one busy Auror, might even be the busiest. Well I don’t want to hold you up any further, I hope your elf hasn’t misplaced the papers, some do, you see.” You tried to keep your calm.

“Thank you a lot, Josephine.” “Nothing to thank, take care.” You nodded and thanked her once again before you hung up.

Josephine was nice, but she talked and talked without stopping. Her voice didn’t help the problem much either. 

You walked to the cabinet and poured yourself a drink. Suki came back with a stash of papers in hand.

“Miss Josephine left them with Suki.” She said before placing them on the table. You thanked her and got to work. Reports, approvals and other stupid forms to fill out.

“Please take them to Josephine, when you can.” Suki nodded and placed a stick of cigarettes on the table. You smiled at her before grabbing the big pack.

“You know me too well, Suki.”

She smiled at you. “Suki knows Miss best.” You nodded and gave her a quick kiss. You put your shoes on and grabbed your bag, which Suki held out for you.

“Treat yourself, Suki.” She nodded and rubbed your foot in a comforting manner. “Thank you, Miss.” You smiled at her and aparted to Hogwarts.

“There you are.” Sirius greeted you as he made space for you, Peter to your left. “What took you so long?” You gave him a small smile.

“Paperwork.” He nodded and placed some food on your plate. “The potion worked wonders.” Remus said, a content smile on his face.

“You needed it most, I think.” His face fell and his cheeks grew red.

“You were a sobbin’ mess.” James laughed and you joined, quieter though.

“Nothin’ to be ashamed of, Remus.” You waved at him, he just sighed. “Sirius and Lily were just as bad.” Lily looked at you, wide eyed. “I was super good.” Sirius threw in.

“What?” Lily questioned.

“First, you were like a lost puppy, Sirius and Lily, you demanded a cigarette while you had said you’d never touch a cancer stick.” She tried to argue but you raised your eyebrow. Sirius put his head on your shoulder.

“At least I didn’t break down crying in the hallway.” You just shook your head. “Keep telling yourself that.”

You followed the kids to class, history of magic, next. Sirius stopped you as the others kept walking. “What is it?” You asked with a small smile on your lips. He scratched the back of his neck and gave you a smile himself.

“I was thinking, the others will go to hogsmeade tonight and I’ve been wondering if, you know-”Stop beating around the bush.” He nodded and blew a breath over your head.

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me in my room to listen to some music, talk, you know, hang out a bit.” You gave him a grin.

“Hang out?” He sighed, his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage any minute now.

“Only if you like, I’ve got some good music. Led Zepplin, Black Sabbath, Prince, if you’re into that.” You gave him a nod, a big smile on your face.

“Alright, I’ll hang out with you.” He cheered silently, a big smile on his face.

“Go, you’ll miss class.” He frowned. “You’re not coming?” You barked a laugh as you fished your pack out of your pocket. “And sit through a whole lesson of history of magic? No thanks.”  He sighed and took a step towards class.

“I’ll wait on top of the Astronomy Tower, get the others too.” He nodded and took off before he turned around and ran back to you. He pressed a kiss on your cheek and left with a smile on his face. You held your cheek with a big smile on your face.

What a besotted idiot you were.

The weather was fairly nice today, not too many clouds, the birds were chirping. You liked the peace which was broken not much later as the kids made their way up the tower.

“Y/N!” Marlene cheered as she sat herself down, Sirius on your right.

“HOM is so so boring.” James complained, his bag discarded on the ground. Remus and Peter joined him on the ground whereas Lily joined you on the bench.

“You’re going to hogsmeade tonight, I heard.” They didn’t answer but you saw a few nods. “I charmed these.” You held a few bracelets out for them to take.

“Keep them with you at all times.” You paused while you handed them out. “When you smash these, a protective charm is released and the one I have alerts me.” Lily put it on her wrist immediately.

“Have fun and stay safe.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Peter questioned and you shook your head. “Sirius wants to hang out with me.” Sirius buried his head in your shoulder and sighed in embarrassment.

“Hang out? More like snogging with you.” James laughed and Remus jabbed him in the ribs.

“Just cause you can’t get any.” Sirius threw his way, Peter and Marlene broke into laughter.

“How about you keep your mouth shut, Jamsie?” You laughed before lighting yourself a cigarette.

You knocked on Sirius’ door with a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand and one of your own vinyls tucked under your arm. The door swung open and Sirius greeted you with a smile.

“Come in.” He said, his shirt tucked in on one side and his tie hung pulled apart from his neck. He took the wine from your hand and placed the cups and the bottle on a small table in the room.

“Sit.” He said as he pushed his hand through his hair.

“I brought one of my own.” You spoke, lips pulled in a smile. He took the vinyl from your hand and eyed it.

“Guns N’ Roses, cool!”

He placed the record next to his record player and sat himself down next to you. His bed was made neatly, just like he had fixed it a few times before you showed up.

“I’ll just.” He got off his bed and placed a Led Zeppelin record on his player and adjusted the volume before he sat down again. He faced you and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

You took one and lit it for the both of you. A few moments went by as you two just looked at each other. 

“Why’re you so nervous?” You joked as you blew some smoke and he had to laugh. He lent back on the headboard of his bed and eyed you.

“You’re, like, insanely pretty, you know.” It was your turn to laugh as you blew some more smoke.

“That never stopped you.” He nodded and took another drag.

“It feels different, just you and me.” You nodded and watched the record turning on the player.

“To have you in my room is, like, a dream come true.” You chuckled, pushing some hair out of your face.

“How many girls have you told that?” His face fell as he watched you.

He leaned forward. His hand was now on yours. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’m not like that anymore.” You placed your hand on his.

“Don’t worry, that’s not what I meant.” You paused.

“I mean, you’re very handsome, no wonder you’d have girls over.” 

He shook his head and blew some smoke. “I’ve had one girl in my room before, not that that was anything like right now.” He paused and tried to find the right words.

“People like to paint me as a womanizer, like I have girls over every other day but, I swear I’m not like that.” You patted his cheek with a small smile on your face.

“I believe you, don’t worry.” You lifted yourself off the bed and walked to the small table. You poured some wine into the two cups and handed him a glass.

“Cheers to your false rumors.”

He barked a laugh and clinked his glass with yours.

“Cheers.”

You sat the glass on his bedside table and laid down on his bed. “Tell me about yourself.” You said as he sat his glass down as well.

“What do you want to know?” You paused.

“Tell me your story, Sirius. You know mine, now I get to know yours.” He nodded and laid down next to you, his head propped on his hand.

“My parents are pureblood fanatics, supporters of you-know-who.” He paused. “They always expected us to join the cause, his army and become death eaters. I never wanted that, I rebelled since I was a little boy.” His hand found yours.

“I had a bad fallout with them around last year, they had cursed me and I had to get away. James’ parents took me in. My brother, Regulus, probably became one of them.” You looked at him, eyes soft.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. He didn’t answer and continued. “I’m better now, now that I’m away from them.” You nodded and squeezed his hand. “I’m glad.” He smiled and sat up as the vinyl stopped playing.

“Mine now.” You demanded. “Yes ma'am." He laughed and placed your record on the player and layed down again. You now faced the ceiling while he took the same position next to you, much closer than before.

“Horrible parents, we got that in common.” You chuckled as you looked at him.

“That we have.”

He answered as he almost hovered over you. Without much thinking you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him closer. Your lips connected like they were made for each other.

Electricity sparked through you, from head to toe. His hand found your neck and you swam in the kiss like you were made for each other. It felt so right, so good.

He pulled away and looked at you with ecstasy in his eyes. He placed his forehead on yours as he whispered.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do this.” You chuckled and pulled him for another kiss. His lips worked with yours as you smiled into the kiss.

“Me too.” You answered breathlessly.

You pushed yourself off the bed and took a sip of your wine. You held your hand for him to take.

“Dance with me.”

He took your hand with a grin and put his hands on your waist. Like that you started swaying along with the music.

He leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips.

After dancing you ended up on the ground next to his record player.

“Put this one on.” You placed your finger on a Black Sabbath vinyl, which he had proudly presented to you a few minutes before. With a grin on his face he started the record and watched you bob your head along.

“I think I’ll hang out with you again.” You smiled and he chuckled before pushing his face to yours, his plump lips on yours.

“I think I'd like that.”

You opened your pack of cigarettes and handed him one, his soft eyes on yours.

“I like you a lot, Y/N.”

You nodded and blew some smoke, your eyes on the ever turning record.

“I like you too.”

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