#busy day no thots empty head

[buckyalpine]

A thot. A smutty, slutty, scandalous thot. With Bodyguard Bucky. Possessiveness, size kink, breeding kink, all of it. Now, imagine being the sweet, quiet, beautiful wife of the esteemed John Walker, CEO of Walker Industries. You sit at his table, clapping with the proudest smile on your face as he accepts an award for another successful year. Your husband dedicates all his success to the beautiful woman who has supported him through all the ups and downs, who has been by his side through it all.

You.

You blow a shy kiss in his direction when the cameras pan over to you, giggling at the wink he throws back. The press will have a field day about the most envied couple in the world, so perfect and so in love. As the night nears its end, your husband gives your hand a squeeze from where he sits beside you, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Going to have to stop by office darling, one our major investors just called" He kisses your cheek affectionately with an apologetic look on his face but the understanding smile you give him back lets him know you're not the least bit upset.

"Of course, I'll miss you" You reply and take a sip from your champagne, appearing oblivious to the glances that are thrown your way by the others as your husband leaves without you, his secretary following closely behind him.

All the hushed whispers.

Poor woman has no idea.

All the secrets.

Just a pretty thing on his arm, probably doesn't have a clue.

Doesn't have a clue her husband has been carrying on with his secretary late into the nights and all through out his business trips.

Such a shame she's none the wiser. Has no one thought to tell her? Pity she's genuinely so in love with him.

Truly such a shame, wasn't it?

Such a shame your husband had no idea your bodyguard fucked your brains out till he busted balls deep in side you every chance he got.

Bucky doesn't say a word as he leads you out of the venue, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, helping you into the car. As soon as he slipped in beside you, you rolled up the dark partition before slinking onto his lap and slamming your lips against his. Bucky groaned against your lips, his hands finding their way home to grope and spank your ass, guiding your hips to grind down on his erection straining against his black pants.

"Need me to take care of you, huh princess" He murmured against the shell of your ear before going back to lacing his tongue with yours causing a shiver to run down your spine, nipping his pouty lip and grasping onto the lapels of his blazer.

No time was wasted as you straightened yourself out upon entering your home, quickly dismissing the staff to leave for the night, giving you free reign to do as you pleased.

As soon as the house was empty, he tossed you over his shoulder, striding up the stairs and straight to the master bedroom. He dropped you onto your large bed, tearing your dress in half down the middle, letting the material fall away at your feet.

"Fuck this" He grabbed your left hand, tugging off the wedding band you wore for appearances and tossing it carelessly across the room. He took off the silver tog tags that hung around his neck, slipping them over your head and letting his name sit perfectly between your breasts, the sight making him feral.

"Didn't even bother with panties" Bucky licked his lips at the sight of your bare naked body, not even a tiny sliver of lace covering your modesty. "You knew, didn't you"

"Always" You purred, knowing damn well your husband would fuck off to bang his desperate little secretary, unknowingly also giving you the night of your life you so badly craved. You crawled to the middle of the bed, your legs spread while Bucky tossed his blazer and shirt off, his pants and brief's quick to follow.

"Lookit you baby, so naughty, fuckin' your bodyguard in the same bed your husband sleeps in"

You let out a needy whimper while he stayed at the edge of the bed enjoying the view, his hand coming down to wrap around his cock giving himself long, languid strokes.

"James, please" you pleaded with a pout but Bucky just smirked in return, hissing as he swiped his thumb over the wet slit of his cockhead.

"I know prinţesă, I know, let me look at how pretty you are" He cooed, joining you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders while he let his cock slip between your folds, rolling his hips to hump against your bare cunt. "You're soaked angel, been waiting for this, hm?"

"Wanted you so bad, need you James" Your hips bucked up, chasing the feeling of his fat cock rubbing against you, his swollen cockhead bumping your clit every time he pushed forward. "No teasing, please, missed your cock so bad"

"Shhh, you have me baby, m'right here, yeah?" Bucky kissed away the tears that started to slip down your cheeks, your arousal smearing all over his balls. He guided his dripping cockhead to press against your clit making you cry out, circling his most sensitive parts against yours, "M'right here, feel that angel? Y'feel how wet m'getting for you baby, right on that pretty clit, such a good girl letting me jus' leak all over her slutty little pussy, fuck theres so much precum 'nd m'not even inside you yet"

You'd never felt more empty, clawing at Bucky's back, your pussy fluttering and clenching over the way his silky tip kept tracing circles around your throbbing, sensitive bud. He flicked his cockhead across your clit a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"S'fuckin' tight, sh-shit" Bucky moaned as he started to press into you, sliding all the way home in one swift motion. He stayed still, holding your body close to his while your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, begging for him to do something.

"Move Jamie, please, c'mon, fuck me damn it, I need you, I need- FUCCKK" Your words slurred into sobs as Bucky started to fuck you hard and fast, already too needy with having to get a night alone with you.

"Needed me huh angel? fuckin' needed you too, s'all I think about pretty girl, just me n' you, how-oh fuck- how are you so tight around my cock" Bucky rambled, bringing his knee up to get a deeper angle, his hands coming to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress.

"Missed-fuck-missed you Jamie" You whimpered, your pussy squeezing and sucking his cock back in,

"My baby loves her fat cock, I know, know you're so empty when I can't fill you up sweet girl, you love your bodyguard's big dick don't you" The taunt in his voice only got you off more, your eyes rolling back as he continued to rail you. "You're pussy's choking me so tight, don't think I can hold back tonight princess, don't think I'll be able to pull out"

"Don't" you whispered and something in the air switched, the highly charged sexual tension replaced with something more desperate and needy as you clung onto each other reading closer and closer to your highs.

"Mmph, y'can't say that, gonna wet your bed with my cum prinţesă, you'd like that wouldn't you, my cum covering all your sheets, your pillows smelling like me, letting me fill you up till your belly gets all swollen"

Bucky's voice melted into a whine, his dominance faltering into something needier, quickly shoving the thought away because he knew there was no chance. It would never happen. You'd never be so careless for such an accident to happen.

"Want it Jamie, want it all with you, please, don't-fuck, oh God-don't pull out" Your glassy eyes wet with tears showed no signs of deception but it couldn't be. He searched your gaze and you could see the innocence in his face wishing this were real, the way his body moved with yours, wishing it was just you and him. "St-stopped taking birth control"

Bucky sobbed at your confession, fucking you harder, making the headboard slam against the wall with his powerful thrusts. His hips snapped , shoving his cock all the way into your pussy, his balls growing heavier at the thought of leaving a piece of him inside of your fertile womb.

"you're fuckin' mine, you hear me? Mine. Mine. Mine. Say it!" Bucky grunted, biting your neck making you scream, your back arching off the bed, pressing your chest further against his.

"M'yours, all yours, just' yours" You slurred out, eyes rolling back and your moans turning nearly silent as immense pleasure crept down your spine.

"Gonna put my baby in you, make you mine forever, fuck your husband, your gonna be the mother of my child, just you prinţesă, all you, ALL YOU" Bucky roared against your neck as he shot ropes of his cum deep in your pussy, giving you harsh, sloppy thrusts as he grew more sensitive. He wrapped his arms around your body with his face tucked into your neck, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hands caressing his back, running your fingers through his soft cropped locks.

You hardly noticed him carrying you over to his room down the hall, tucking you into the warm sheets, resting your head on his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I love you" You murmured, smiling at the empty space on your ring finger and feeling the comforting coolness of his chain around your neck.

One day.

"I love you more, prinţesă" Bucky murmured, meaning every word as you both drifted off to sleep.

You couldn't wait to leave your husband.

a/n: This was meant to be way sluttier and less in the feels so might need to revisit this with a different version

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bodyguard!buckybarnes #bodyguard bucky barnes #bucky barnes bodyguard au #bucky barnes gif #bucky banres x freader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #james bucky barnes #bucky #bucky x you #marvel smut #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fan fic #bucky fan fiction #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x freader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader fluff

[grandlinedreams]

Thirsty thot hours was yesterday, but I forgot because I got busy, so I'm sending this now - plus, we love Law thirst at all hours, let's be real. 💅🏼✨️

I see and love Dom!Law, but I submit to you: He's tired. He's always on edge, always trying to stay one move ahead in a constant battle of strategy, always balancing on a razors edge, always fighting, always surviving, always ON. He needs somewhere he can be off. And that's in the bedroom.

Relationships and romance are NOT something this dude has spared any thoughts over, so imagine how unprepared he is for a dominant s/o? They chase HIM, they tease HIM and poor dude is just SO out of his depth and rattled that he can never think straight around them. At first, he'll likely hate it, but once he realizes he can trust them? It's like a drug he can't get enough of.

He hasn't felt true security since he was a kid back in Flevance and, while it's a different brand of security, he finally has a space where it's safe to stop thinking.

I don't see him responding well to a super intense dom, but I can definitely see him thriving with a gentle dom. Hearing their praise, being held like something to be cherished, seeing how they get off on getting him off - it almost overwhelms him sometimes. He's more than happy to switch it up and take the reigns, but letting his s/o call the shots is what REALLY does it for him.

No thoughts. Head empty. Just Sub!Law, in my head, all day EVERYDAY-

Your MIND you're so right 🥺

Honestly I agree! I mean again, it truly has to be a meet in the middle kind of thing in when ans where appropriate in terms of physical relationship/wanting attention from him but yes ㅡ getting him to relax and let you call the shots/take care of him in all ways is >>

#ㅡanswered.

[kyzyner]

Good Workout

Cross-posted to AO3

18+, Alpha-17 x gender neutral reader

established relationship, working out naked, teasing, massage, penetrative sex (reader receiving), creampie, no thots head empty

Alpha-17 was in the rec room, right where his troopers had said he would be. You’d apparently caught him during a break, as he now sat heavy on the bench, legs spread wide, gulping down water. You were not subtle as you took in the sight of him, naked and wet as the day he’d been pulled from his growth jar, sweat and water streaming down his scarred chest.

Of course he worked out naked, you should have guessed. 

“Can I help you?” he asked with a smug look, once he’d finished his drink.

“Um.” Kriff, you had completely forgotten what you’d come for. That, and the gym was uncomfortably warm, even though maintenance had come around just last week to fix the climate controls.

Alpha snorted and toweled off, his biceps bulging. You’d seen plenty of naked clones before, but Alpha displayed himself like he knew he was special. It wasn’t his fault. You had technically walked in on him.

“You just gonna stand there? Or do you wanna make yourself useful and come spot me?”

Useful it was, you decided. Your clothes now felt entirely too warm and constricting, and this was as good an excuse as any to strip down to something more workout-worthy. Alpha watched you, face unreadable, as you efficiently disrobed and positioned yourself, ready and waiting, at the bar.

“You know how to do this, right?” he asked, upside-down, as he locked eyes with you from where he’d laid down on the bench.

“Mm-hm.” If he noticed how warm your face was or how you struggled to hold his gaze in favor of ogling the generous expanse of his body laid out before you, he said nothing.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. His face was set like steel, the tendons in his neck bulging as the muscles in his chest and arms rippled with exertion. He made it look effortless, like he didn’t need your help at all. That meant he was just showing off, the cocky chakaar-

“Eyes down here,” Alpha commanded, without raising his voice in the slightest. “Can’t have you distracted or there’s no point.”

“Yes, sir,” you snapped back automatically. He was right. He may have been built like a rancor, but accidents still happened. 

“Count for me?”

You agreed with a nod, counting off his reps in time with his heavy, measured breaths. For the duration of the set, he never broke eye contact. It almost worked: you certainly weren’t distracted by his body this time. Instead, your own voice became background noise to a faint rushing in your ears that peaked every time Alpha’s labored grunts sent jolts through your chest.

He finished the set, and you found you were breathing just as hard as he was. The two of you sat on the bench to cool down, Alpha taking another long swig of water before offering you the canteen with a nudge.

His touch was like being slammed by a tidal wave. Caught off guard, you yelped as something inside you exploded.

“Did you just…” Alpha stared at you incredulously.

Breathing hard, your head cleared enough that you became aware of the warm, sticky mess that was now your underwear.

“Fuck.”

Alpha actually laughed at that, a roaring jubilance that shook the bench like thunder.

“You really need to work on your stamina,” he said, only slightly winded.

“Fuck you, Alpha, you’re too damn sexy,” you shot back indignantly.

“I know.” The smugness was still there, but there was something soft in his eyes as he teased you.

You scowled at him, realizing he’d never give you what you wanted until you stood up to him. Directness was the way to go. Mustering your courage, you squared your shoulders and looked him dead in the eye.

“Would you just stick your fat cock in me already?” 

“Hmm,” he mused, unhurried and unbothered, like he was mulling the thought over. “Later. I’m busy.”

Two could play at that game.

“Fine. Do you still need me here or are you done lifting?”

“You could hold my feet down while I stretch.”

You sat on the floor, the wet spot in your pants now cold and uncomfortable. Alpha followed, offering you his feet and beginning his stretches. 

You’d thought you could play uninterested, but this was somehow worse. He wasn’t even looking at you as you sat between his spread legs with most of your weight on his ankles. From here you could just…

Leaning forward, you placed your chest on his shins and freed your hands to run firmly along the outsides of his thighs. Disciplined as ever, Alpha’s only reaction was a slight hitch in his breath before he continued on. 

His thighs were supple, streaked with the marks of his accelerated growth and each as thick around as a rocket launcher. Your fingers pressed and kneaded, massaging everywhere but his gradually hardening cock.

“Up,” he ordered, then flipped over to lay on his stomach. “I need you to sit on my lower back.”

You could do that. While he was turned away, you rid yourself of your soiled bottoms, then planted your weight wetly on his lower back, earning a grunt and a chuckle.

He was stretching his legs behind you, shifting your body slightly as he tensed and relaxed. In front of you, his warm back rose and fell with his breaths, all of his scars on display under the gym lights. 

Your hands started low, encouraging him to relax his core and use his hamstrings. You traced his scars, easing out the stiffness beneath them. When you dug your hands into the knots in his shoulders, he almost whined. Almost. 

Alpha finished stretching, but said nothing, allowing you to continue working the soreness from his muscles. 

“You’re good at that,” he rumbled beneath you, and began expounding on the benefits of massage as if his erection wasn’t painfully trapped between his body and the floor.

“You’re welcome.” You repositioned yourself, leaving a wet trail of arousal along the length of his spine.

“So, you’re ready then?” Alpha asked abruptly.

“Huh?”

He flipped you in an instant, like you’d seen him do to cadets who thought they’d won the upper hand, but your head never slammed against the mat. 

“You want this, don’t you?” He stroked his length, letting you stare. 

“Please.”

“I suppose you were helpful. You deserve a reward.”

You’d closed your eyes, but you felt him leave, his warmth replaced by moving air and brightness.

“Where-”

“Relax, I’ll be right back. I want to make you feel good.”

You heard his soft, slightly sticky footfalls on the mat, along with the ever-present thrum of the stilt city, only audible with your ear pressed to the floor. Alpha returned shortly, gently spreading your legs and cushioning them on his own thighs, then began working you open with lubed fingers.

“You just have lube in your gym bag?” you questioned.

“What? It’s waterproof, fun to use in the shower.”

“Okay then.”

Alpha slicked himself up and eased inside you.

“Hmm,” you sighed. This was exactly what you’d needed. He filled you perfectly, the stretch bringing nothing but relief.

“Jate?” Alpha asked.

“Jatne.” You rolled your hips in encouragement. 

Alpha cradled your hips solidly and lifted them off the floor, thrusting deeply and precisely at a pace that had you drooling. Every time you opened your eyes, he was studying your face intently. He seemed to pick up on your every cue, shifting his hold when your core muscles grew stiff, alternately rolling and grinding into your heat when the pointed stabs became numbing. Laser focused on your pleasure, the only indication he gave that any of this was affecting him was when he asked if he could cum inside you.

“Yes please,” you groaned, surging up to meet him.

“Hold on.”

You did, sitting up slightly as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He met your eyes once. 

“I won’t hold back.”

“Don’t you dare hold back.” You deliberately clenched around him and he dove in with a growl. 

Up close, you could hear the noises he’d probably been holding back this whole time. He was panting, though controlled like when he ran endurance tests, interspersed with gulps and snorts and little whines. 

“I said don’t hold back,” you murmured just beneath his ear, followed by a searing kiss to his neck.

Alpha cried out almost like he’d been hurt, his heavy balls settling against you as the welcome intrusion burst into liquid heat, his orgasm carrying you along like a typhoon. You rocked beneath him, unseeing and unhearing, though you could feel the way you dripped where you spasmed around him uncontrollably. 

You kept your eyes closed, breathing in bliss as your heart rate slowed. You barely felt Alpha slip from inside you. Trembling from aftershocks, he lifted you one-handed and wiped up the mess the two of you had left on the mat.

“Whew,” he huffed as he sat down on the bench with you in his lap. “Good workout.”

“Yeah.”

“You good?”

“Yeah.” You stood up, testing your balance.

“I’m gonna hit the showers, then.”

“Okay…”

So that was it. You didn’t even have it in you to be irritated. Dazed, you gathered up your clothes and made to leave. 

Just as the fresh air hit your face, you remembered what you’d needed from him in the first place.

Fuck. 

“Alpha!”

#clone thirsting #alpha 17 #x reader #alpha 17 x reader #clone trooper x reader #smut #my fic

[saigethearies]

Help me babe. I’m having a rare Kiba moment. Ur the innocent nerd girl who has to tutor badboy!Kiba…. imagine how he’d act one day when you have to tutor someone new and he gets so jealous… so before his big game he… he-

“i’m having a rare kiba moment” 😭 pls

ANYWAYS CHERRY AHSHAHA

badboy!kiba…getting jealous??

bye I’m gonna pass out, anyways thots below the cut

minors dni | mentions of daddy kink and violence

he’s not used to sharing you, like at all.

many people on campus gloss over you, not because you’re unattractive, goodness no! more because you’re on the quieter side, not saying much, preferring to blend into the background and just focus on your studies.

but kiba didn’t.

he was intrigued by the quiet, studious girl in his biology lecture that sat a few rows in front of him. so pretty and polite, ever the kind one to him despite his reputation as a total delinquent.

it wasn’t long before he convinced you to help tutor him. while your influence did actually improve his grades some, there was more than just homework getting done at these study sessions.

light jokes turned into fleeting glances, which turned into wandering hands, which turned into you panting and whining and whispering, “more, kiba, more please.”

it wasn’t even that he was chasing your cherry, either. kiba had genuinely took a liking to the cute little nerd from his class. all the girls he used to hit up for hookups were swiftly unadded from his snapchat, the only pussy he wanted pet now being yours.

and when you finally stared up at him with your bright doe eyes and heated cheeks, asking- no, begging- for him to finally take your innocence, he had to pinch himself.

it’s yours, kiba, all yours. please take it, i need you.

in the brunette’s eyes, you were undoubtedly his.

unfortunately, not everyone had gotten the memo.

“who the actual fuck is oikawa,” kiba barked as he looked at the notification displayed on your phone screen.

you lifted your head off his bare chest, holding the sheets to yours as you also checked your cell. “oh, that’s a guy from my english class.”

“why is he texting you asking when you want to meet up?”

“because he needs my help with a paper or else he fails our class.”

the green monster began to swirl in kiba’s gut immediately. you were going to tutor someone else?

considering the person you usually tutor (him) now fucks you into their mattress on a regular basis, kiba did not like the idea of you assisting someone else. at all. this dumb oikawa guy could eat shit for all he cares, he didn’t want this guy to be anywhere near you.

he knew he couldn’t talk you out of it (kiba loved how sweet of a girl you were but hated it at the same time) so he opted to sulk for the rest of the week instead, taking his frustration out on the lacrosse field and in a few fights here at there.

it was the day of a big game when you met him outside of the men’s locker room, a frown on your face. “why am i hearing that you’ve beat up three different people this week?”

“damn, rumor mill running wild.”

“one of them lives down the hall from me, kiba, and i can see his black eye.”

the inuzka scoffed. “thought you would be too busy with your other little boytoy to notice what the hell i’m doing.”

“would you stop with the petty jealousy!”

you had closed the distance between the two of you amidst your little outburst, and the close proximity combined with the angry energy between the two of you had kiba’s cock twitching in his shorts.

five minutes later, you found yourself pressed against a locker in the empty room, kiba biting along your throat as he ground his pelvis against yours.

the friction felt so good, especially when the tip of his hard cock would bump your clit through the layers of clothing.

you mewled out, tangling your fingers into his wild brown hair as he continued to dry hump you, sucking hickies into your skin.

“kiba-“

“wrong name.”

you gulped, still a little shy about the most recent fantasy you unveiled to him.

“daddy, i need you.”

“oh, do you, now? has shittykawa not been fucking you well enough?”

“i’ve never let him touch me, i’m yours only, daddy, i promise!”

kiba reached under your skirt, pushing your panties to the side and thrusting two fingers into your pussy. “yeah? say it again.”

“i’m yours, only yours!”

“good girl,” the brunette praised, drinking in your little moans as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

as he rid himself of his shorts, it occurred to kiba that you saying “i’ve never let him touch me”’ meant that the idiot oikawa has definitely tried something on you.

he’d beat the volleyball playing dickwad later, though, for as he pushed inside of you and got to hear your sigh of “thank you, daddy, feels so good”, kiba figured he had much more important matters to tend to at the moment <3

#kiba inuzuka #kiba x reader #kiba x you #kiba x y/n #saige and pals

[aurorawritestoescape]

hi beautiful how are you? i hope you are having a great day and get whatever you wish for pretty soon 🌝

okay we have all seen the lucien videos but them sneaking out end kissing is so perfect strangers to me. not because i re-re-read it couple of times and it lives in my head free…

i think about or favorite couple. Them sneaking out and kissing in quiet like that maybe more because … what is stopping them 😏

maybe they meet again at a mutual friend’s bbq party (where she is least expecting to see him) or like a 4th of july event if we keep going with special days. her boyfriend is late and she is bored, the food is not ready yet, one of them had too many drink… so they have their own fun 🙃 maybe they find an empty room in their friend’s place or there is a small spot ar the garden everyone else is too busy looking.

and maybe they end up sitting close to each other she is rubbing her feet along his calf, her hand is place dangerously close to his crotch making him want to see her again because that time was definitely NOT enough

he wants to see her again, have her to himself for a night for a change

now i’m leaving crying out into my pillow

#perfectstrangers4eva

Thank you very much, Mac!♥️ I’m grateful for your kind words, amazing thots and love for Perfect Strangers 🥹 Your ask made me so happy and motivated me to continue their story. I’m going to post part 2 in an hour or so and I really hope you like it💖 have a wonderful day!😘🌸

Pt 2 Lost and Found

#perfectstrangers4eva omg I’m crying🥹🙏 #♥️♥️♥️ #ask💕 #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #noceurous💕

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Stucky, Sam or Banner

the gods…

I have a thot about the heroes meant to kill Medusa, but he/they hesitate to afrer they heard that she only kill those men unfaithful for their lovers, as for woman, she throw them in the rivers,drown them.

Or Apollo and Daphne? Vertumnus and Pomona?

Cubid and Psyche??

Thanks Nana 💗 I have never written for Bruce so I am going to give this a go! 😉

For the crossover requests this is Marvel with Medusa (Greek gorgon who turns people to stone)

A/N: this took off on its own and ended up straying from where I thought it would go

Medusa’s Curse || Bruce Banner

Summary: You knew everything had a cost but you didn’t expect to become a monster because you got an antique for free. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, murder, blood, cheating OCs, Banner to the rescue. WC: 3.1k

You weren’t usually one for collecting antiques but something drew you to the shop as you meandered past on a Sunday afternoon. The brass handle was cold to touch despite the oppressive heat that beat down in the French Quarter but you turned it anyway and stepped inside. The door closed behind you and silenced the jazz music that the quarter was known for, the eerie quiet leaving you unsettled. 

You expected to hear some sound from the shopkeeper, a greeting, anything, but there was nothing as you wandered through the aisles of overpacked shelves and dusted junk. You had almost come to the end of the store when the feeling intensified and you knelt down to find something hidden behind a box of Mardi Gras beads. For something relatively small, it was very heavy and you dragged it out to find a concrete statue of sorts.

“It’s marble.” 

You spun around with a gasp to find an old woman at the counter, amusement shining through her clouded eyes before she broke out in a wheezing laugh. 

“You kids are always on edge these days.” She chuckled, walking around the counter with the assistance of a cane fashioned to look like a snake.

“Well considering we seem to be constantly attacked by aliens or some other supernatural being I think we are allowed to be a little wound up.” You complained as you pulled yourself up from the floor. “How much for the marble…thing?”

“Vessel.” She corrected, hunching over to pick it up and carry it to the counter.

You frowned as you remembered the weight of it but she had no problem placing it gently beside the cash register and gesturing you forward.

“There’s always been attacks of some kind, cher, best not to worry too much or you’ll end up wrinkled like me.” She said as she hit some buttons only for the ancient machine to splutter. “Look at that, she’s finally died. My priestess would tell me that was a sign.”

She pushed the sculpture towards you and you shook your head reaching for your purse. “I can’t take this, it’s gotta be worth something.”

“It has value, but not in money. Take it, cher, something tells me it’s already yours.”

You grabbed the base of the statue and tilted your head in confusion as it no longer looked warped and unrecognisable but now resembled a woman. You brushed the oddity off, thinking it must have been hidden under years of thick dust, and picked it up to find it much lighter than before. 

“Strange.” You muttered under your breath as you headed for the door. Realising you hadn’t thanked the woman you turned back but found the shop empty, the beaded curtain doorway to the back perfectly still. “Very strange.”

As you walked home, you dusted off what you could and planned to give the statue a thorough clean. Your nails kept catching on something wrapped around the woman’s throat but you couldn’t quite get a grasp on it, especially not when you were walking through the busy Bourbon Street. 

“Okay, what secrets are you hiding?” You mumbled to yourself as you set her on your kitchen bench and filled the sink with hot soapy water. The water was filthy by the time you had scrubbed her clean and you gasped as you found a necklace wrapped around her neck, an amethyst stone hanging between the perfectly carved swell of her chest. You carefully unravelled the thin gold chain and held it up to catch the light, a rainbow reflecting from the facets of the stone. “Holy shit.”

You admired the pretty jewel as you pondered what to do but you couldn’t in good conscience keep the necklace. Pocketing it, you left the statue soaking in the water and made your way back to the store. 

Confusion slammed you as you reached the corner in the quarter where the store had been, only now it was a costume shop. You spun around, checking all of the shop fronts before confirming this was the very spot you had been less than an hour ago. 

“What the fuck is going on?” You asked aloud only to be glared at by a mother walking with her child. “Sorry.”

You pulled the necklace from your pocket and looked at the disorientating shop. You couldn’t exactly give it back now and the old lady had said it belonged to you, so you unlatched the clasp and draped it over your chest. A shock rippled through your body as the clasp locked behind your neck and the stone heated between the concave of your chest. The heat spread across your skin until you were sure you would have to scream, then everything went dark.

“Breaking News: Two more female bodies have been found in the Mississippi this evening making it the fourth recovery this week. Just as we found with the last two cases, each woman had been anchored to the riverbed by a stone-carved male, each carving resembling an active missing persons case…”

You turned off the tv before you had to hear anymore details and dropped the remote beside you with a sickening feeling. The necklace pulsed against your heart and you tried once again to pull it off but the chain held fast, not even the bolt cutters you had borrowed from your neighbour could cut through it.

You could still hear their screams, hear the splash of water as you pushed them from banks of the Mississippi to punish them for their adulterous ways. You could never remember how you found the lovers, you rarely went out after dark but there you were - suddenly across town with vengeance in your heart. 

You knew the power rested in the jewel, it would emit a glow that turned the cheating men to a statue, trapping him in a lovers embrace with a heart of stone that he deserved. The call of the river sung to you, overpowering the terrified screams of the women trapped in an unbreakable, cold embrace. You were a passenger in the backseat of your own body.

“What do you mean they were people?” Fury growled as he paced his way across his office. “I saw the statues.”

“Only, they aren’t statues.” Dr Banner said as he turned his laptop screen around. “A first responder broke the arm off one to extricate the victim and look at this…it's perfectly preserved anatomical structure.”

Nick stared at the screen, looking closer at the intricate detail of bones and veins beneath the layers of marble skin and muscle. “Have you seen anything like this? ‘Cause I know I certainly haven’t and I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.”

“Personally, no. But-”

“Of course there’s a but.” Nick sighed before gesturing for Bruce to continue.

“You’ve heard of Medusa, right?”

“Greek myth, lady with snake hair, hates men. That Medusa?” Nick rolled his good eye and crossed his arms in disbelief. 

“Thor was a myth until, you know, he landed in New Mexico.” Bruce pointed out. “And she didn’t hate all men. See, she was supposedly cursed by Athena because she had an affair with Poseidon. All the missing men, the one’s I believe were turned to stone, were having affairs with the women who were drowned in their arms.”

Nick thumbed his chin as he began his pacing again.“So you think this is Medusa? Interesting…but why now?”

“I don’t know.” Bruce shook his head, closing his laptop.

“Ok, well where did she come from?”

“I also don’t know that.” 

“Well, what do you know?” Nick huffed as his patience waned.

“All of the murdered are localised to New Orleans.”

Nick nodded. “Make sure you bring me back some real Gumbo.”

“Excuse me?” Bruce frowned before tearing his glasses off his face. “You can’t be serious, I’m a scientist, not a field agent.”

“Laissez les bon temps rouler.” Nick chuckled, pointing out his office window to the helicopter coming to life at his order. “Let the good times roll.”

It was a quiet Tuesday night when you felt the stone heating up once again and your vision began to dim. You tried your hardest to fight the impending darkness, knowing nothing good would come of it, but you were too weak and quickly fell prey to the power of the cursed stone.

“There, we have another spike.” Bruce said excitedly as he jumped out of his computer chair in the laboratory SWORD had set up in New Orleans. “Tracing the electromagnetic waves now, and we should have a lock any second..gotcha.”

He dropped a pin onto the virtual map in front of him, right on the river's edge in Saint Rose. The group of agents were already assembling around him as he grabbed his tablet and followed them to the convoy of trucks ready to go. Bruce still looked like he should have been in his lab, his white coat hanging open over his humble button down shirt and his wire framed glasses sliding down his nose, but his face was surprisingly stoic as he prepared himself for what they would find.

Nick’s orders were simple: kill whatever it is killing the New Orleanians. It wasn’t something that sat well with Bruce, preferring to have an intellectual conversation over fighting, but he would cross that bridge when he got there. First he needed to warn the oblivious agents to the dangers they were getting into.

“We are about to come face to face with a being of immense power, she is most likely an ancient goddess who has been cursed as a monster.” Bruce looked up from the tablet to see how everyone was taking the news and found them being attentive so he went back to the dot on the map. “She has the ability to turn men, who have or are cheating on their partners, to stone. We don’t know exactly how this power works so, to be on the safe side, if you have ever cheated on anyone - sit this one out.”

The small boat rocked gently with the waves rippling across the waters surface but its occupants were oblivious as you stepped onto the deck. Their infidelity was a magnet pulling you closer, or perhaps it was a distasteful scent on the breeze, either way it was leading you straight to where they were committing their mortal sin. 

“Woah, what the hell!” The man shouted as he caught sight of you over the woman’s shoulder, her rhythm unfaltering as she rode him.

His scream pulled her from her revelry and she tried to climb off him as his skin turned grey but his hands were frozen on her hips, the fingers digging into her skin turning to stone. 

“Help me!” She screamed as she craned her neck and saw you standing passively by the door. “Please!”

Your eyes were a nightmare inducing milky grey, reflecting the stone that now lay beneath her naked body, but your smile was much darker. The amethyst hanging from your neck glowed brightly and the boat creaked as the weight of the stone tested the buoyancy. You could feel the pressure of the river rising and stepped back, closing the door to the cabin before making your way back up to the pier. 

Your feet touched the wooden planks of the jetty just as the stone man broke through the bottom of the boat to sink to the riverbed, his lover trapped in his embrace. You could feel the power beginning to fade as the curse finished its relentless cycle but the relief was short lived as the all too familiar scent blew upwind. Your eyes darted across the dark banks of the river and the glow of the city on the horizon silhouetted the shapes of people closing in on you. 

You tried to fight the urge again but the power was all consuming and pushed you to the corners of your own mind as you stepped forward towards the danger. 

“Medusa!” A man called out and you tilted your head as you recognised him from the Avengers, Bruce Banner. 

“Mon Cher, you know my name.” Your lips moved but another voice spoke, the old woman from the antique store, forcing her words from your mouth. “And you brought me an offering.”

You inhaled the thick scent of illicit love and stepped closer to a pair of agents clutching their weapons tightly. A strong hand latched onto your shoulder and you peered down at the limb that was turning a soft shade of green.

“You’re not gonna hurt my friends.” Bruce warned as he pulled you away from them, the pain of his grip waking you from the nightmare you were trapped in. 

“They brought it on themselves.” You spoke coldly as you felt your eyes turning grey as the power swelled once again. His hand was growing larger and his strength threatened to crush your collarbone but you welcomed the pain as you fought for control over your own body. “The…necklace.”

Your voice was broken and the very air seemed to want to suffocate you as you squeezed the words out of your lungs before losing what little control you had regained. Bruce's eyes darted to your chest, seeing the pendant’s unnatural glow, and he dropped his hold on you so he could swipe at the chain. Blood trickled down your neck as he tugged the deceptively strong gold strand and you screamed at the flood of pain that washed the grey from your eyes. 

Bruce watched the change with fascination, remembering how he at one point had his own wars with the enemy in his body. Realising he was going to decapitate you if he pulled any harder, he changed tactics - knowing he could not follow Fury’s order and kill you. He grabbed the necklace with both hands, each one pulling away from your head as his hand grew larger and greener. 

“Come on buddy, I need your strength.” He muttered under his breath as he began to pull. 

The necklace seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting as he gritted his teeth, a guttural cry thrown to the night as his agents watched the Hulk struggle to break a thin gold necklace. Every small stretch of the chain released you from the hold it held and you placed your hands over his hand in front of your, pushing as hard as you could to help. 

“Please, don’t let go.” You begged as you looked up through your tears to see the veins in his head bulging with his effort and his eyes glowing bright green. 

Something about your voice drove him to push harder, a need to protect you from what caused the fear in your tone. Hulk felt the fear as his own because he knew how it felt to be trapped in a body and the need to be freed and he pushed further into Bruce’s consciousness as he loaned all of his strength. Blood dripped from Hulk’s hands as the chain bit into his tough skin, but still he held tight and gritted his teeth through the pain. It felt like a losing battle. 

“If you can’t break it, you have to kill me.” You whimpered as you saw his fingers begin to slip. “Promise me.” 

You closed your eyes as the ropes of muscles wrapped around his arms bulked up even more while the planks of the pier snapped from the bracing of his legs. 

“Do. It.” You growled, hating the thought of going back to being a killing machine for a cursed goddess.

“NO!”

You were shocked by the defiant anger fuelling Bruce. It had been a long time since anyone stood up for you that you had forgotten what it felt like. You could almost believe he cared that you lived. Unfortunately the armed agents at your back didn’t have the same convictions and you heard them cock their weapons, the bolt sliding into place as they raised their assault rifles to their shoulders.

“I SAID NO!” Hulk’s booming voice rattled your eardrums and with one last ditch effort he prised the chain apart, a ripple of reminiscent power exploding out and knocking the agents to the ground. Bruce caught you as the sonic boom rendered you unconscious and the jewel faded back to its natural state in his hands. He stumbled over the broken planks of the jetty but kept you safely cradled in his arms, placing you gently in the back of the Jeep he had arrived in.

“Would’ve been easier to just kill her.” Fury said as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Is that SWORDs solution to everything?” Bruce asked as he straightened out his clothes that were a little stretched but still in one piece.

“It’s not named FLOWER for a reason.” He chortled before nodding his head to his agent. “Hill.”

Marie stepped up with a secure briefcase and opened it for the necklace, snapping it shut the moment Bruce laid in on the insulating foam.

“You’re not gonna try to make a weapon out of this right? You do remember what happened with the Tesseract.” Bruce checked as he placed a heavy hand on the briefcase.

Fury grabbed the handle and pulled it out from under Bruce’s hand before disappearing into the shadows, his deep laugh echoing behind. “You’re just gonna have to wait and see.”

“Hey! What do I do with her?”

“That’s up to you, Doctor Banner.” Nick said, his voice getting quieter with each step. “She’s wanted for the murder of at least 8 people.”

“But it wasn’t her!” He argued, watching you stir on the back seat at the noise.

“If only someone knew a lawyer who specialised in the supernatural…”

Bruce was already reaching for his phone, sending a silent prayer that his cousin Jennifer would answer his call. Her law firm was based in New York but hopefully she would make the exception for family. He had seen your eyes, seen your selflessness as you were ready to sacrifice yourself so that everyone else would be safe. He didn’t want to see you suffer the consequences of Medusa’s curse, you had already suffered enough.

Bruce climbed in the backseat, his leg becoming your pillow as you curled up and shivered as you no longer had the heat of the jewel. Shrugging off his lab coat, Bruce draped it over you as he noticed your eyelids twitching and your breathing quicken and he wondered what you were dreaming. Whatever it was, he hoped it took you far away, if only for a moment.

The trill of the phone stopped ringing and a sleepy voice answered before it went to voicemail.

“Hey Jenny. It’s Bruce.” He said quietly, trying not to wake you. “I need a favour.”

#Bruce banner x reader #Bruce banner x poc!reader #hulk x reader #dr banner x reader #hulk fanfic #bruce banner fanfiction #bruce banner imagine

[1ddotdhq]

😷 Sat 14 Nov ‘20 🎨

Well heellllooo, Louis! Is your instagram timeline blowing up? Mine sure is! After yesterday’s surprise Vogue announcements we got all sorts of Instagram action: BTS shots of Harry and Gemma, Anne (Twist) liking fan edits of the shoot, Lottie liking Gemma’s picture (not Harry’s though!) and a bunch of Louis’s band members liking Harry’s pictures. Louis, of course, acted like nothing was happening - he did not see it, nope nope, except! Oh yeah! He popped up today and posted an old picture of him onstage in Mexico City last year (taken by Charlie Lightening, who then posted the uncropped version of the same pic) and said, “it’s going to be special when we’re back to it”. And you know what? I really, really think it is: he’s given every indication (including this one!) that he plans for his tour to be a turning point, and there is some hope now that it may happen sooner rather than later. See you there, Louis! As for Vogue, they released a podcast version of Harry's interview but it's not recordings of Harry- it's the writer reading their piece out loud. And popular discussion of the piece brought us ice cold takes such as 'not everyone can risk playing with gender in public so no one should' and also 'other people have done this before Harry so therefore how dare he'. Okay!! As for acknowledging /crediting those people though-- well. This was an interview with a writer who made a real effort to make him look Very Straight even while being forced to relate that what Harry was actually doing was quoting Wilde, singing Abba songs about wanting a man, speaking with a campy affectation and, yes, participating in a groundbreaking (in its reach) gender bending photoshoot; is it really surprising that it doesn't include a section of him naming his queer influences? Harry proceeds as he has done for many many years now, since the bears and before- he says one thing with his words, then talks about queer history through visuals, such as his clothing. So saying that he needs to take certain steps before he's allowed to do certain things... well it's just not the way he communicates? That said, he has been name dropping influences more and more in recent years, and I too hope that list will grow to include some WOC, and the arc of Harry history inclines towards more gayness on main with every passing day, so while he can't and shouldn't be rushed I think it's safe to say we have more explicit acknowledgement to look forward to, though Harry will always be himself and he does not tend to explain himself with words. Anyway uh, also Liam is also making rounds on Insta today - he posted a watercolor wall with a red Vespa, which was lovely and would fit very well in any watercolor landscape exhibit. Maybe we will see his art in one at sometime in the future!

Niall is...sigh. Okay. Niall is in LA, seemingly working on music, appearing on songwriter Ryan Tedder’s instagram story in his LA studio with other writers Jkash and Blake Slatkin. NH3! Is Happening!! Right now!!! And Niall has said all year how much he wanted to be back in LA so that's just great for him I guess. BUT... in the story he and the others are laughing and twerking and definitely not isolating the way you are meant to when you have traveled internationally; even worse, the whole post is a joke ABOUT the fact that they aren't quarantining captioned ‘COVID PROTOCOL'. As someone who is LUCKY to have 'only' been knocked out and miserable with this virus for two weeks (so far) rather than being in the hospital dying or losing a loved one: fuck off. It’s not a funny joke, and it’s not acceptable to behave like children who are daring their parents to get them into trouble. If you must travel, do the right thing and quarantine, and, above all, understand that this is real, and it isn’t something you want to catch. Trust me on this.

#louis tomlinson #harry styles #liam payne #niall horan #busy day no thots empty head #hahahahha #anyways! #song of the day! #someone you hate by Sasha Sloan

[dawson-mercer]

i am simply MINDING MY BUSINESS and this man has the AUDACITY

#stars #please do not speak to me for 3-5 business days #tyler seguin #head empty no thoughts: my favorite thot

[lowlights]

Happy Sleepover Saturday Laura! Could I please request “you’re cute when you’re nervous.” with Din?

Hope you’re having a good day! 💕

Hi, J! I am so happy to oblige...

Din x f!reader who works in the cantina. Just some allusions to reader thinking thots about Din

The other servers are fighting amongst themselves behind the bar in the cantina.

"Listen, the little green kid is cute but that Mandalorian is scary. I can't tell where he's looking."

"Yeah well, I took care of him last time. He doesn't order anything for himself. It's weird."

You step forward. "It's alright, I'll go." You try to contain the nerves in your stomach. Not because he's scary - you don't find him threatening at all.

It's because he...does something to you.

Maybe it's the broad shoulders or his low voice, or maybe the way his visor locks in on you when you take his order.

Maybe it's the soft thank you when you bring his baby extra food or when you pack up snacks that he didn't order for him to eat later.

You make your way over to the table in the corner, the one he chooses whenever he comes in. You walk up with a little smile. "Hey there, it's been a bit since we've seen you in here. How are you doing little one?" you ask, leaving over and giving Grogu a scritch between his ears.

"Been busy," Mando replies, watching the interaction in front of him. Your heart flutters when you hear his voice. "The kid will have whatever you think looks best today, and -"

You cut him off. "And nothing for you, got it." You offer a little smile before turning on your heels and marching back to the kitchen to harass the cook for something Grogu-friendly. Butterflies have made a permanent home in your stomach and you shake your head to try to focus on the task at hand.

But his voice...mmm, his voice. How can he just say a few words like that and send you into an absolute spiral? You wonder for the millionth time what he looks like under that helmet.

A few minutes later you're back at the table with stew and some bread for Grogu, as well as a little cup of cold water that he can get his hands around. You place everything down on the table and turn to leave, but his voice stops you.

"Do you...want to sit with us for a minute? I have a favor to ask."

You look back at him, then around to the mostly empty cantina. Surely, a few minutes won't hurt.

You sit down awkwardly and blush when you look up at Mando who is staring back at you. You wait...and wait...and wait. Is he going to say anything?

Grogu lets out a little wail of frustration as he tries to eat the soup by himself. Mando reaches out to help, but you beat him to it. "Shh, it's ok, love. Let me help," you say as you start to feed him. After a few more moments, you break the silence.

"So? You had a favor to ask?" you prompt Mando.

Mando clears his throat. "So, the kid is going to be staying with me indefinitely. I need...help. There are gonna be some jobs I can't do if I'm watching him."

You stop to look at him. "You want to leave Grogu here with me?"

"No," he answers quickly. "I want you to come with me. On my ship."

You're so startled you knock over Grogu's drink, sending it flying across the table. Grogu starts whimpering and you immediately pick him up, bouncing him and soothing his cries with apologies. "You want me...to go...w-with you?" Your face is flushed and your heart is pounding in your chest. Could you live with this man, this wall of a man, day in and day out? Share the same small space, pressed up against each other as you move around? Could you sleep imagining him in the next room with all his armor off, soft and strong and there?

"Are you afraid of me?" he asks plainly.

"Of course not!" you exclaim. Not like that, anyway. Not like most people are.

"You're nervous. You're..." he trails off.

"I'm what?" you ask, looking at him where you imagine his eyes to be.

"You're cute when you're nervous," he says quietly.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Did he just say what you think he said?

You could play coy, like so many of the other girls do, or you can do what your heart is telling you to do.

"Well that's not fair, I can't tell how cute you are when you get nervous," you say, motioning to the helmet. His shoulders - those broad fucking shoulders- give a little shrug, and you can practically hear the smile on his voice.

"You're right, that isn't fair. But the offer still stands...I think the kid would like for you to come. So would I."

You think for a moment and then smile. "When do we leave?"

#thank you for the prompt!!!! #sleepover saturday #the mandalorian #din x reader #din x f!reader

[thorniest-rose]

i think amanda is saavy enough to know that her husbands ability to render men obsessed is actually prime business gold. why do you think hes on all the posters? if you got it, flaunt it!

oh my god you have such a good point!!!! You'd think Amanda would be in all the commercials and on all the billboards but Amanda's like "hmm no I think it's better if you do it", because over the course of their marriage Amanda has seen firsthand exactly how Daniel enchants and intrigues men. So she's just like "you be in all the marketing" and Daniel's like the epitome of "head empty no thots" around Amanda because she's so confident and assertive so he just goes along with what she says. And then every time a new ad goes out or there's a new billboard, there's a queue of men outside the dealership the next day and Amanda's like "nailed it :)"

#asks #she is so valid #and business savvy!!!!!

[kemakoshume]

𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐛𝐬 – ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

a/n; a “thot job” for men are basically jobs that men who are hoes stereotypically tend to do. so tonight, i’m gonna tell you what “thot job” vibe the jjk boys give me ~ warnings for suggestive-ness, slight nsfw; characters included under the cut: megumi, gojo, nanami, suguru, choso, mahito, and todo as a bonus.

yuuji ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (line cook/bartender) –

that boy gives me the biggest “line cook at a chain restaurant in a college town that’s fucking all the servers and the one hostess that's of age” vibes. when he's not in the back of house cooking up oversalted underpriced food and hitting on all the pretty waitresses that come down to his side of the line, he's in the front of house behind the bar making signature drinks and stealing your girl.

wait, please imagine him behind the grill in a tan cap turned backward in a t-shirt with the sides and sleeves cut out (because fuck kitchen safety apparently) with those super lax fit sweats that always have a towel hanging from the waistband, and you can't ignore those super sexy non-slip sneakers. *yum*

+ he 100% is that guy you fuck as your first time to “get it over with” because he seems nice (and actually is) but he's also your first gut-punch about men because fuck you just saw him leave with your new coworker but he called you beautiful and was so gentle and now he's moved on? ugh.

megumi ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (emt/paramedic) –

megumi... in a paramedic uniform? no wonder he's always getting hit on while he's on the job. drunk college girls that have to ride in the ambulance for alcohol poisoning? in love with him. old ladies on their last leg looking up at him from their gurney? can't believe their eyes. actually trying to force their body to reverse in age by sheer willpower so they can shoot their shot. closeted dudebros with broken arms trying to play the tough guy act? putty in his fucking hands.

he'd go out to his favorite bar after work with his coworkers and try not to make it too terribly obvious that he was taking home the cute little pediatrics nurse that also frequents the bar after her rounds. the next night after that? a radiology tech. then, an anesthesiologist. then, a random girl that just happened to stumble in the bar that night. week after week, until he's accidentally become the community dick all the women in his hospital can't get enough of. absolutely the type to dick you down so good you'd be stuck on stupid for him, having flashbacks about the dick throughout the day type shit. but, he's a fuck once and move on type of guy. he's busy saving lives you know.

nanami ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (college english professor) –

no thoughts, head empty, just waxing poetically about literary greats. he will "quote jane austin, gatekeep, girlboss" his way into some pussy in a heartbeat.

now, he's a professional. he would never intend to sleep with his own students, at least not while they are currently his students, but some just manage to slip through the cracks. only some of them. never the freshmen. is it just him or do they look younger and younger every year? *ick* no no no. he would be a good-natured thot. a man with morals, if you will. if he just had to act on the brewing sexual tension that only really develops during his office hours, juniors and seniors were his only acceptable playthings. TAs were fun to pass around with the philosophy and social work professors too. his colleagues were also fair game, but only the teachers in other departments.

though, that new english professor that moved into the office next door does look like she'd be fun to get to know. maybe he would stop by and introduce himself properly sometime... it couldn't hurt.

gojo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (club promoter) –

he quite literally slides into the dms as a career, do i need to say more?

if there's an event, he's there. every club worth patronizing in his city, he's been to it, and he's always everyone's favorite person there. "come on babygirl, just come show your pretty face for an hour. I'll buy you a drink, and get you VIP. you can come sit in my section," is his sales pitch. always accompanied by a post on his instagram story of him at a similar event, showing off how pretty he looks in the sea of people taking up space in the background of his photos. he knows better than to actually dm you the picture, he wouldn't want to come off as a creep. but no, you see the post on his story, and ask him if you can bring your girls, and when he says yes you're hooked. rinse and repeat, for every event, every club, weekend after weekend.

every instagram model looking to cement herself as an in-the-know party girl, every cute little college girl who's new in his city and looking for trouble, every young mom looking to add some spice in her life again, on and on and on... he's done them all. the guys too, to be fair. he's an equal opportunity slut. there's plenty of him to go around.

suguru ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (tattoo artist) –

pleasure and pain, that's the constant state of being that suguru geto is always in.

i mean... come on. who's able to resist a hot, long-haired, ARTISTIC gentle, steady-handed, patient, masochist with a pain kink? nobody. that's who. please, if you got tatted by him you'd be walking out of the studio with your thighs clamped closed or you'd be leaking on the floor the entire way out. he's just so... close while he does tattoos. he has to rest his arm on your body, touch you and maneuver your skin this way and that way to make his masterpiece come out flawless on your soft supple skin.

he knows, he fucking KNOWS he's irresistible. he rides a Harley and he just went up a size in his gauges and he has a fresh tattoo healing on his mid-thigh and his hair is up in a loose bun. he could get whoever the fuck he wants and the cocky fucker doesn't even have the decency to pretend that he couldn't. he doesn't shy away when you flirt, he doesn't avoid your gaze when you look down at him from where you're laid still on his tattoo table. he's a walking canvas filled with the most beautiful art you've ever seen. he's a walking magnet for pussy also, who can blame him?

choso ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (barber) –

speaking of long hair... y'all know those super hot alternative style barbers that have long hair but are actually super talented barbers? yeah, that's choso. don't let the space buns fool you, he can do a fade like a pro. watch out though. he would 100% give your boyfriend a lineup in the afternoon and still slide in your dms after hours.

there's nothing else to say. he's hot and his job is to make other men look hot. there's a lot of power in that. it's also a tiring job, so he goes out on the weekends after he's cleaned his clippers and swept up his station and then he's free. free to go get into whatever the fuck he wants now that he's away from the constant flow of men that come into his shop. getting a pretty girl to come fill his bed for the night is even easier than doing a low fade.

mahito ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (amazon warehouse worker/drug dealer) –

anyone who voluntarily works for amazon has slim to no will to live. he'll fuck whoever he wants whenever he wants because life is too god damn short. the pay at his job is also kinda shit for how tired his body always is, so he deals on the side. he frequents the underground scene all the time anyway, might as well make some money while he's scouring the underbelly of his city.

"want me to smoke you out?" is almost always how he gets 'em. offering to shotgun the weed every time a pretty girl finds herself stuck in his orbit. he's almost always tired and high off his ass, and always ready to find a new girl to keep his cock warm and his mind occupied.

bonus:

todo ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ (personal trainer) –

'nuff said. i refuse to elaborate.

#jjk headcanons #yuuji headcanons #megumi headcanons #nanami headcanons #gojo headcanons #mahito headcanons #choso headcanons #todo headcanons #kk.writes #kk.jjk #this was so specific for no reason istg none of these have happened to me #the situations i mean #i have def met men who work these jobs that fit these stereotypes to a tee

[sxdmoonchxld]

Proven Wrong | KTH

Taehyung x reader

Words: 4k+

Genre: smut

Warnings: Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Very Big Dick Tae, Like Scary Big, Like Gut Splitting Big, Unrealistic Sex, Belly Bulge, Bad Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex, Gets A Little Dubious Consent Towards The End

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not, by wrecking your pussy ;)

a/n: again i use to be lizardsocial. this was my most popular story on here so im bringing it back as well. i think you can find the original one on here somewhere. i don’t expect it to get half as many notes it did the first time but thas okai. i’ve edited kinda heavily so it's a little different from the original. its filthier. anywhos. Enjoy!

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Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the rumbling bass from the speakers reverberated through your bedroom walls. Pictures and posters rippled with each vibration, struggling to retain their original position. You groaned in annoyance, you honestly thought your request was quite simple. Just a couple of hours. 120 minutes of quietness was all you asked for so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you. He evened 'pinky promise, cross your heart hope to die'. That he would give you the silence needed to stay focused. And everyone knew you don't break a pinky promise.

Even now in your annoyance, his voice still played on a constant loop in your head.

"Oh! Yea ___, not a problem. I can keep it quiet for you. So don't you worry a hair on your pretty little head!" Taehyung had said, waving his hand in the air feigning nonchalance.

That cute signature boxy smile of his planted face. You actually thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy jazz music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive. Who even listens to jazz music when trying to fuck?

The last thread of patience had now been pulled too thin and finally snapped. Your desire to study was gone with the wind, and in its place, irritability and wrath began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook. Jumping out of bed, you stomped your way out of the bedroom, eyes searching frantically for your target.

"Taehyung!" You yelled once you began to process the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung's phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume loud enough you swore angels in heaven could hear. An empty soda bottle, chip bags and clothes littered the floor. Don't even get you started on the couch pillows! Your one of a kind thrift finds were strewn all over the place. You felt your blood pressure rising, the vein at your temple fattening in rage and pulsing wildly. Your jaw threatening to ache from how hard you were grinding your teeth out of anger.

Your eyes investigated the vicinity for Taehyung and low and behold there he was on the now bare couch. Lying underneath him was the source of the vexatious screeches. He was dry humping on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises vivid from where you stood across the room. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung's thin lips and weak thrusts didn't call for all that useless screaming. 

You stomped over to the speaker, your sock padded feet slapping against the hardwood floor, and yanked the cord from the wall. Already the apartment was halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still squawking her head off.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up with all that noise!" You roared, scaring the girl and finally bringing their attention to your heated figure. Taehyung separated his lips from the girl's neck with a wet smack dislodging himself from between her spread thighs.

"Y/n, so nice of you to join us. How is studying going?" Taehyung spoke with a grin plastered on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn't or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment. Yet here he was playing with the smidge of patience you had left by trying to simulate naiveté.

"All I asked was for you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your noisy ass music. Jazz music at that and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs!" You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, apparently unamused with your little rant.

"Oh my! Please excuse my rude roommate Mino. Obviously, her parents forgot to teach her basic manners. Let me walk you to the door." Taehyung spoke his fluffy curls swaying with the shakes of his head. A look of disappointment aimed your way as he began helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

"Umm, actually my name is Mina." She corrected Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl's name. Taehyung looked at her for a few seconds, as if he was processing the correct information of the girl's name.

"Yeah. Mona, that's what I said, isn't it?" Taehyung deadpanned, pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You observed the pitiful interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina's eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, a fuckboy, man thot, whatever the preferred term was. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole "relationship smorgasbord" as he called it. The relationship usually didn't last for more than a week, before he was on to his next conquest.

"Tae?" You questioned meekly.

"Hmm?" He hummed head-turning slightly in your direction.

"Why do you do these things to me." You were genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button. This wasn't the first time his action has hindered you from completing an important task. You just didn't understand why he chose to make your life more complicated than it already was.

"Awe is little __ j-jealous?" Taehyung taunted in a high-pitched voice used to entertain babies or puppies.

"Huh?!" You gasped choking on your saliva.  Shit, you almost gave yourself whiplash with how fast you swung your neck to make full eye contact.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on?" Taehyung continued to taunt as he walked into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put way too much perfume on her neck. Now he was left with a sour aftertaste in his mouth. It tasted cheap, and Taehyung didn't do cheap.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention instead of these random girls. He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness. That he was pretty sure you weren't conscious of. In all actuality, Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted. The cute little freshman with a quirky personality and full of ambition. Those first 10 minutes of meeting you had him sprung like no other.  You were way different from the usual girls he was used to. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise since most just wanted to fuck, have money spent on them. Oh! Of course, the bragging rights, that they actually got to fuck THE Kim Taehyung.

Don't get him wrong, there had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention. But you were too busy holed up in your room with your pretty little head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung reverted back to his middle school ways and chose to torment and irritating you as a way to receive some type of reaction from you. He would take whatever he could get, he was becoming that desperate.

"What exactly did I have to be jealous of? You do know she was faking it right? I didn't think you to be so naive Tae, because you and I both know that them thin ass lips-" You stopped to point at the box that made up his mouth. "And that speck in your pants that you call a dick can't make anyone scream." You declared assuredly, moving your pointer finger down to his crotch. Pride and confidence swelled in your chest at the insult thrown at him. 'Good one __'

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing around in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood? Nah, clearly his hearing had to be a little off, right?

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me." Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sticking a finger in his ear to loosen the imaginary earwax there. Amused, he sauntered towards you, a ghost of a smirk rising on his face.

"You heard me, Mr.Kim. Your micropenis couldn't pleasure anything but your hand if even that." You said backing up, as he prowled closer to you, his shoulder in a tense bunch raised close to his ears. Any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression. His mouth fixed in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red. Flames of anger and lust flashing in his chocolate eyes.

"My sweet __, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that." Taehyung growled out, his already deep voice deepened in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing until your back made contact with the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head, caging you in. Your eyes fluttered softly as you breathe in his rich cologne encased your senses, dark, woodsy with just a hit of a floral note. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

"Such a pretty little mouth you have. Has anyone told you how troublesome it could be though?" Taehyung questioned, his thumb on his left coming up to your upper lip.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, feel your cheeks heat up, and dare you say; a gush of wetness in the seat of your boy shorts.  The sexual tension was too powerful for your weak defences. Against your better judgment, you let your eyes flutter closed, and lips pucker expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. Except Taehyung had other plans.

He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear. Slowly moving his lips up to the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn't help the surprised moan that left your mouth as you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing advances.

"Would you like me to prove you wrong?" Taehyung challenged in a whisper. His deep voice sending shocks of pleasure zinging down your spine. He trailed his lips down your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

"N-no, Taehyung." You panted breathlessly.

"I don't feel like finding my glasses to look at something too small for the naked eye to see." You spoke, resolute on getting in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words.

"Haha, hilarious." He laughed humorously.

He pulled your body away from the wall, hoisted you up over his shoulder with a small grunt, and made his way to his bedroom. Kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed. 'Not good'.

Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved heavily with anger or arousal, you weren't sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

"Taehyung! I already told you I don't want to see your baby-." You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but you could tell he was holding back.

Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair, giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving him a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth, coiling itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans. Fuck he tasted good. Like oranges and burnt sugar.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt and to help you remove your tank top as-well. Your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and arousal. His eyes studied your body, you wanted so badly to shield yourself away from his unwavering stare.

"You're so beautiful. I've waited so long for this." Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching in need for more.

"Tae. P-please more. G-give me m-more." You keened in between pants of air.

Your hips now undulated in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. He sucked and bit the soft skin around your nipple lightly. Soon his tongue gently wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault.

Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping profusely. The boy shorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air. Releasing your nipple, he continued his way down your chest, moving his lips across your stomach. Down, down he goes until he's kissing you down to where your torso joins your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you, eager to see your reaction as he pulled your boy shorts off from your body with a wet smack.

"Tell me what you want love. Use your big girl voice for me." Taehyung cooed in a provoking tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn't for his mouth hovering right over your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

"Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier." Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards, hoping to find his mouth.

"Please! Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something! Stop teasing me!" You urged, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed. The dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

"Mmm, well since you begged nicely." Taehyung replied, wasting no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked wide strips up against your pussy. Splitting your lips with the appendage with each pass to dip his tongue into your pulsating hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed, pushing your cunt deeper into his face.

"Y-yeahfuck! Like that it's so good!" You whined slurring your words.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle's attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. You shouted loudly, as your thighs were beginning to shake. The coil in your stomach tightening almost painfully. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position.

But this way, he had much more leverage to devour you. The comforter on his bed bunching uncomfortably beneath your ass but at this moment you gave zero fucks. Taehyung had total control now, showing no remorse as your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

"Fuck, Taehyung!" You wailed shrilly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn't wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

He then rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

"Not only is baby girl surprisingly noisy, but she's also pretty tight too." You clenched even more around his fingers, your wall throbbing wildly around them.  

"I can't wait to feel you around my dick." Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at a moderate speed. Sadly, the introduction of his fingers was your undoing. You couldn't help as your legs stuck straight in the air. Body arching off the bed and bowed forward as your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your lungs.

Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could, absolutely addicted to the way you tasted.

"T-Tae, stop-p." You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, as you struggled to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit, making you flinch at the contact.

Taehyung beheld your fucked out appearance with pride. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt. The way your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling, body trembling with aftershocks, and all he did was eat you out and finger you.

"Wow." You mumbled your eyes closing, sleep trying to claim you.

"Oh, nonono. I'm not done with you yet." Taehyung proclaimed, flipping you onto your stomach. He had to admit he was the hardest he had ever been in his life. His pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot at the crotch of his pants started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted yourself with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You choked on your spit for the second time today, as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his cock. Not only was he unbelievably thick; a little bigger than your wrist, but he was also long. In his hands was the living definition of a third leg. He was crazy if he actually thought that would fit inside of you?

"Fuck that shit!" You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung halted your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back.

He would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his cock he felt lightheaded. He wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. Pulling your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tae! Wait...you can't be serious!" You tried pleading with him terrified that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

"Not so little am I baby?" He snickered

Don't worry, you can take it I'll go slow." Taehyung groaned his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, his tip was hot and the pre-come he was leaking added to the sensation of relaxing and reigniting your body.

Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids. He placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. He watched in amazement as your leftover cum gather around the head of his cock in a coating out creamy white. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your cunt pulsated wildly around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

"Baby relax, you're squeezing so tight." Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit once again, coxing you to relax.

Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the offending length inside your prone pussy. You squealed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. Bucking your hips, trying to dislodge him. It was too much to take, especially at this position. Your pussy was going to rip in half.

"B-bi-iig-g. To-o mu-ch." You whined out stuttering horribly.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your fitful twisting and bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet, your bucking didn't help his case any either. He didn't wait this long to finish early. He refused to be a one pump chump. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you, and sure enough; like magic, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was suddenly filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back onto Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

"Hell yeah. That's it, baby girl work this tight little cunt on my cock." He grunts before he withdrew his length and slammed back in, his dick splitting your sensitive walls, hitting every spot inside your clenching cunt. His strokes were fast, broad, and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your jaws, drool dripped from your lips, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt, going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

"You're taking this big cock so well, baby. Such a good girl." Taehyung growled.

"But I have a secret to tell you." You shivered as he stopped mid-stroke. You felt the warmth and damp skin of his torso drape over your back. Like pudding in his hands. You didn't even flinch as he brought his large callused hands up through the part in your breast to wrap around your throat.

Ever so slightly he squeezed the sides of your neck, you felt him throb in your stomach as you clenched even tighter around him at the action. Slowly he lifted your head up with his hand still on your neck. Again he squeezed. Bringing his lips down to your ear, he said, "Would you believe me if I said you're only taking half of me in."

The way your jaw dropped and your eyes bugged out of your head would have been comical. If you weren't genuinely terrified, that is.

"O-nly half! That's impossible I swear your touch my small intestine already." You tried to look back to see if he was lying or not, but he tightened his hold on your neck, forcing your head back to look up at him. Your body was now bowed in an almost perfect 'C' shape. You felt his other hand snake around your abdomen and press on the bulge that was his cock poking through your stomach. Again he throbbed in excitement.

"You were talking such a big game earlier baby girl, what happened? Surely you could all of a dick that's as little as mine. Right?" Taehyung scolded in your ear.

Little by little, he began pulling you more on his cock by your neck. And fuck he really wasn't lying he really had more length to feed your cunt.

"Ta-ae, pleaseplease n-o more-e, I can't take it m-my stomach hurts." You whined

"Hmm? But you're so close to taking all of me in. Just a few more inches, and I'll be all in." He responded.

Not wasting any more time he released your neck, and before you could fall down to the bed. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself the rest of the way in.

You screamed out as his hips met your ass with a wet smack. The increase in pressure coupled with the new position broke the levee to your release. You trembled uncontrollably as your orgasm started from your toes. Quickly spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung's name filled the space around you.

Through it all Taehyung continued to fuck into you almost violently, allowing your cores convulsions to wash over him. His body dripped with sweat as he briefly picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrusts before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your wrecked cunt.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy. On wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the textured touch of the cloth and the dampness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn't even argue.

In the morning you will definitely be having a word with him. But for now, you let his racing heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

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[catsnkooks]

sweeter than expected

alpha!boba x (fem) omega!reader

summary: After he saved you, you couldn't help but fall for the stoic alpha. Turns out, loving Boba was sweeter than expected.

word count: 2.1k

rating: e

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut, unprotected PIV sex, oral (brief, f receiving), knotting, heat cycles, virgin reader kinda? smut with feels, general discrimination against omegas

a/n: all the fault of @auty-ren for giving me the idea and sorta @maybege too for feeding all of us those good alpha!boba thots

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here it is on ao3!!

"Let her go."

His voice was gruff, containing a hint of alpha dominance. It made your knees buckle, but apparently not for the beta behind you.

"Oh, I will," your captor said, pressing their blaster harder into your head. "For a price. Do you know how valuable omegas are?"

The alpha was silent as he cocked his head, not withdrawing his blaster. "Name it and you'll have it."

The beta rattled off a price, your entire life summed up in numbers. You wanted to sob and you were sure everyone within a mile radius could smell the fear on your scent. Why was life so unfair?

"Deal." The alpha motioned for your captor to give you over, still not withdrawing his blaster.

The beta shoved you forward and you stumbled into the alpha's arms. His free hand wrapped around your back, holding your head to his neck, where you could smell calming pheromones.

"Don't look, little one," he murmured.

You buried your face in his neck, hands scrabbling at the armor covering his chest. Then you heard the sound of his blaster firing and the beta groaning, a body hitting the ground a moment later. The alpha pet your back, a crooning rumble coming from deep within his chest.

“You’re alright now, little ‘mega,” he murmured, petting your head. “You’re safe now.”

As the tear tracks dried on your cheeks, you inhaled his calming scent, your body slowly relaxing with every pass of his hand.

You were safe now.

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Boba was unlike any alpha you’d ever met. He was kind and respectful of your space, never throwing around his scent or posturing around like all the alphas you’d known before. He’d explained that it was because in Mandalorian society, omegas were treated with the utmost respect, something he hated about the rest of the Outer Rim.

After that day, he’d given you a place to stay in his palace, saying you could stay for as long as you’d like. You told yourself you’d only trouble him for a week. But then a week turned into a month, and a month turned into three, and half a year later you lived comfortably in Boba’s palace, protected from everything that could harm you.

Everything but yourself apparently.

Your heats hadn’t snuck up on you like this since you’d first gotten them. You either took suppressants that got rid of them completely or, recently, when Boba insisted you didn’t have to take your suppressants anymore while you lived there, taken pills to control your heats so they wouldn’t be as bad. But Boba had left on a hard job a week ago and you were stressed about him and forgot to take your pills. Now, you lay on your bed, writhing in pain and wishing Boba were here with you.

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Boba descended the ramp of the Slave I, surprised to see Fennec waiting for him outside.

“Something wrong?” he asked as he walked into his palace, her following him on his heels.

“Yes,” she said simply. “Take off your helmet and you’ll find out.”

Curious, he did as she said, then swore when he smelled your potent scent. His helmet filtered most scents so he didn’t even realize you had come down with your heat--a bad one at that--until he took it off.

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“In her room,” Fennec replied. “I’ve made sure everyone else stays far away.”

He nodded in approval, already making his way to your quarters. “Have someone come by later with some food to last us for a couple of days. And if anyone comes looking for me, tell them I’m busy.”

Fennec nodded and did as he said, not questioning why he would be gone. His heart thudded in his chest from nervousness.

He hoped you would accept him.

---

Boba found you sleeping fitfully in your bed, a nest of pillows spread out all around you. Almost instantly, you smelled his alpha scent and whined, rubbing your slickened thighs together. He came over to you, shushing you and rubbing his fingers on your scent gland on your neck.

“Sh, little ‘mega, it’s alright,” he murmured.

“A-alpha,” you gasped, clutching onto his arm. “Hurts.”

“I know, I’m here now.” He began shucking off his armor with one hand, continuing to caress your neck with his other. “Alpha will make it better.”

You whined again, but his calming tone and gentle caresses had made your body relax, and you sunk into the pillows of your nest. Once Boba stripped himself of everything except his boxers, he pulled back the thin sheet covering your sweat-sheened body, chuckling when he saw you wearing only one of his shirts.

“Couldn’t wait for me to get back, you had to raid my closet?”

You shivered as the cool air hit your body, nodding and mewling. In your heat-ridden haze, you’d stumbled to his room and stole one of his shirts, just so you could smell his scent.

“My little ‘mega so needy,” he growled, sliding his hands up your body, bringing the shirt up and over your head. It had been too hot with the shirt on, but you needed to have his dominant alpha scent on you, but that was no longer needed with him on top of you.

“Alpha, please,” you begged. You needed his cock in you now.

He shushed you, his hands caressing down your sides and to your thighs, his lips kissing away the desperate tears on your cheeks. “I know. I gotta get you ready first.” Then he sealed your panting lips with his.

Your hands scrabbled at his muscular shoulders, mewling into his kiss as his fingers parted your slick folds, teasing your sensitive nub. You moaned, becoming pliant in his arms when he inserted one of his thick fingers into you. It felt so much better than one of your fingers. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of your hole, teasing your clit with his thumb, swallowing up your mewls and whines with his lips.

“Please, alpha,” you begged again. “N-need your cock, please.”

He kissed you one last time and then removed his fingers from your hole. You almost sobbed from the feeling of emptiness, but stopped when you felt the blunt head of his cock at your entrance.

“Are you ready for me, little ‘mega?” he growled.

You nodded. “Yes, yes, please alpha!”

All the air in your lungs left you when he pushed his cock into your weeping hole. You squeezed your eyes shut, listening to his groan and growl above you as he finally bottomed out in you. You were so full, much fuller than you had ever been before.

Boa called your name and you pried your eyes open to look at him. “Does that feel good little ‘mega?” he crooned, pulling back his hips and thrusting into you, grinning as a cry left your lips.

You cried out his name and wrapped your legs around his waist as he thrust his cock into you. His thrusts steadily became rougher until his hips were slamming into yours. He buried his face in your neck, licking and nipping at your gland, making your whole body quake. The room was filled with the obscene wet noises of your bodies melding together, but you didn’t care as his cock brought you closer and closer to release.

“Are you gonna cum for me, little ‘mega?” he growled against your neck, his fingers finding your clit once again. “I know you are, I can feel it. You’re so tight around me. C’mon I know you can do it.”

A few thrusts later and you did. You screamed out his name, tossing your head back and squeezing your thighs around his hips. He groaned and as you felt his knot begin to inflate, he pulled back, but you tightened your grip on him, holding him against you.

“No, alpha, please, need your knot,” you begged.

“Oh, you want to take my knot?” he growled, pushing it back into you with a curse. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you became boneless in his arms as his knot inflated fully, filling you completely. “Just like that. There’s my good little ‘mega. Just like that.”

Soon after his knot finished inflating, Boba swore again and you felt the hot ropes of his cum paint your walls. Boba murmured your name, kissing your gland, reminding you to breathe. You gulped down huge breaths of air, finally feeling the worst of the fever die down with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Once his knot had deflated enough, Boba slipped out and off of you. You whimpered, reaching out blindly for him, and he kissed your cheeks, murmuring that he was just going to your ‘fresher to clean up. He returned a moment later with a wet rag and cleaned up the mess of slick and his cum between your thighs. You sighed and settled yourself against him when he finally laid down next to you.

“Feel better?” he asked, rubbing your back with his large hand.

You nodded, yawning. “Yeah, thank you, alpha.”

You fell asleep listening to the deep rumble of his chest.

---

You awoke again the next day in a pool of sweat and slick, needy and begging for Boba to help. He’d satisfied you with his mouth, obscenely tasting you with his mouth. While you came down from your high, Boba left to get some food that was left out for you. He returned with a pitcher of water and some glasses, some bread, and some cheese.

He gave you a glass of water and set out the bread and cheese, encouraging you to eat, saying you needed your energy for the days to come. Your heart warmed at his gentle displays of affection, and you snuggled up against him when he laid down next to you again.

“Did you forget to take your heat pill?” he asked, holding a piece of cheese up to your mouth for you to take.

You nodded, chewing. “Yeah. I was too worried about you.”

His chest rumbled under your ear as he chuckled. “Worried about me? You know I can handle myself.”

“Boba.” You sat up so you could look at him, placing a hand on his scarred chest. “I care about you.”

He met your eyes, shining with an emotion you couldn’t place. “Why?” he asked, his voice small.

You huffed. “First, you saved me, so you have that going for you.” His lips turned up in a small smirk. “Second, you’ve shown me nothing but kindness here. And third--,” You crawled forward until your face was directly over his, cupping his cheeks, “--it’s hard not to care about you when I love you.”

Boba was silent for a moment, his face searching yours. “Do you mean that?”

You nodded. “With all of my heart.” And then you kissed him.

The kiss was soft and sweet, not rushed by the onset of your heat. He slowly turned you over, until he was once again on top of you, and you were comforted by the feel of his weight. You cupped his head as he kissed down your neck, over your gland, and onto your chest. Slick began to gather between your thighs again and you mewled, grinding your hips into his.

“Don’t worry, little ‘mega,” he murmured, kissing you. “I’ll take care of you. Forever.” 

And you believed him.

---

Six months later

You walked through the hallway of the palace, making your way to the throne room. Fennec stopped you in the doorway right before it.

“I don’t think you want to go in there,” she said.

“Why not?”

The beta just nodded her head and then you could smell what she meant. Boba must be meeting with an alpha representative from somewhere. The air was thick with domineering alpha pheromones.

You brushed off her hand, appreciative of her concern. “They won’t try anything with Boba around.” Then you stepped through the doorway.

Whatever the other alpha was posturing about--something about how Boba shouldn’t hoard an omega--stopped once you walked through the doorway. They looked up expectantly at you, licking their lips, but froze when you lifted your neck, showing off Boba’s handiwork on your gland. You took a seat on Boba’s lap and he rested a gloved hand protectively over your swollen stomach.

“You were saying?” he practically growled, his voice holding the barest hint of a challenge.

The other alpha cleared their throat, looking down at their feet. You smirked, burying your face in Boba’s neck while he laid claim to you with a hand on your back and a hand on your pregnant belly.

Everyone knew Boba was the top alpha of his realm.

#the mandalorian fanfiction #boba fett #boba fett x reader #alpha!boba fett #smut #18+ #my writing

[amberofembers]

International Herzog Week

A/N: hello! i hope you enjoy this dumb little fic about andrew and his herzog nonsense. 2.6k of fluff, if you’re into that :)

ao3

—

It was the third week of lockdown, or maybe even the fourth – it was hard to keep track of anything related to time nowadays. The days were becoming less discernible and everything seemed to still. The birds still chirped at daybreak but there was a certain quiet that filled the air.

It wasn't all that different from the previous few months and by this time, you had fallen into a comfortable routine at home. The gradual crescendo of your alarm pulled you from the depths of sleep. Unlike most mornings, the sound wasn't jarring but felt more like a gentle tap on the shoulder signaling the start of the day. As you stretched your legs, the duvet crinkled along with your movement and a quiet grumble was heard on your left. Blinking in the sunlight, you turned to face Andrew, whose brows were set in a slight frown as he stirred awake.

"Morning, you," you said softly, your voice raspy from sleep.

No reply was heard from him, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he placed his hand over yours underneath the duvet.

You had gone to bed without him last night, knowing his tendencies to stay up late. He had no fixed schedule to follow and, unsurprisingly, his sleep schedule was completely messed up. Seeing him awake before lunch would be a rare occurrence.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" you asked as you peeled yourself away from the warmth that you both had created under the duvet.

"Four"

"Oh god, your lifespan is steadily decreasing," you chuckled as you draped your legs over the side of the bed.

You padded over to his side of the bed, giving him a peck on the forehead. “You can go back to sleep, I gotta start work soon,” you said gently. He reached out to grasp the hand that hung loosely by your side and his eyes opened to a sliver, just enough to catch a glimpse of your face.

"Morning, love," he said, voice only slightly above a whisper.

"Yeah, morning," you let out a quiet laugh, "go back to sleep,"

“Stay here,” he whined, tugging your hand.

“You know I’d love to,” you huffed, “you’re just rubbing it in now”

You shook his hand off yours in mock anger, letting his hand fall from your grip down to the side of the bed. “Babe…” he pouted. You picked his hand up, giving it a soft kiss before placing it on his chest, “Work awaits, my love.”

As you headed towards the bathroom to freshen up for the day, you peered back into the bedroom. Andrew had rolled himself up in the duvet on your side of the bed, his feet sticking out slightly. Your heart skipped a beat upon seeing his hair messily splayed over his face and the pillow - How lucky you were to be waking up to this every morning.

—

You chose to set up your workstation on the large wooden table in the dining room. There was a study in the house, but the gentle morning light that entered through the big glass windows of the dining room gave it a warmth that was irresistible. Preoccupied with replying and sending out emails and with a few zoom meetings here and there, the morning passed quickly. The initially steaming mug of coffee you placed beside your laptop had gone cold, you realized as you absentmindedly took a sip from it.

“Morning... again” You heard Andrew call out.

You looked up from your laptop, then back at the time displayed at the corner of the screen – 1pm. “Good afternoon to you too,” you said, shaking your head.

His hair was tied loosely in a bun and his glasses were set slightly crooked on his face. He wore a grey sweater that barely covered his torso and a sleepy smile.

“Time doesn't mean anything anymore,” He yawned as he strolled over to where you sat, threading his hand through your hair. You paused your typing, glancing up at him smiling, “imagine if my camera was on.”

His eyes widened comically as he jerked out of frame, “Jesus, that would be awkward,”

You chuckled under your breath, gesturing towards the kitchen “There are some blueberries left, can you finish them before they go bad?”

He nodded in accordance and headed to the kitchen to fix up some food. With the weather deep in autumnal bliss, it was probably going to be another round of oatmeal.

Some clinking of spoons on bowls and kettle boiling sounds later, Andrew emerged from the kitchen, a bowl of oatmeal held in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

He placed them carefully on the table, plopping down opposite you. You reached over the table to pull the saucer below his cup over, taking a sip of the warm coffee. The bitter liquid felt rough on your tongue as it flowed down the back of your throat. Your nose scrunched up involuntarily.

“That’s what you get for stealing my coffee,” Andrew teased.

“I’ll never understand the voluntary torture of black coffee,” you grumbled, “at least it was warm.”

Andrew pulled the saucer back to his side of the table. A comfortable silence blanketed the dining room. The clicking of your keyboard and the sounds of his spoon hitting the bowl padded the silence while the muted rustling of dried leaves could be heard through the windows.

“Is there such thing as insanity among penguins…” A voice broke the silence.

You sat upright with confusion, looking over your computer screen at Andrew. He was staring intently at his phone, his brows furrowed with concentration.

The voice that came from his phone went on about insane penguins and something about their certain death. As you listened, you stifled in some laughter. What was this video about? Andrew, on the other hand, seemed a little too invested. You watched in amusement as he replayed certain parts of the video.

“Bit morbid for a Monday morning,” you pointed out.

“It’s Herzog,” he said conclusively as he looked up from his phone

“Her who?”

“Herzog, he’s a German filmmaker.”

“Ah…” you nodded. You still had no idea who Herzog was.

“Look,” he thrusted his phone in your direction, leaving you to look at a lone penguin waddling away into the mountains.

“And here, he is heading off into the interior of the vast continent. With 5000 kilometers ahead of him, he’s heading towards certain death,” the narrator of the video concluded.

“Poor guy,” you said as you looked up at Andrew bemusedly.

“Poor lad indeed.” He sighed.

“Why are you watching a video about deranged penguins?” You chuckled.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “It popped up on youtube.”

“So this is why you sleep at 4 in the morning, huh…”

“No! I was watching American news and ehm… ” He trailed off, his eyes looking upwards in search for words , “...Working.”

“He was a good looking man, that Herzog,” He said as he turned his phone to you, showing you an old black and white photo of a mustached man. You gave him a murmur of assent.

“Thot… Hah!” he huffed a laugh. You stared at him quizzically.

He tried to stamp down his laugh, considering the calm of the afternoon but he was too pleased with his joke. “That… Herzog…. Over…” He struggled out between fits of laughter, “...There”

“Fuck, that was bad,” You offered him smile, “commendable attempt, though”

“No?” He tilted his head forward, looking the slightest bit affronted, “It’s so bad that it’s good, though...”

You shook your head. Andrew frequently made jokes that were questionable at best, and you’d give him shit for it usually, but the smile that was plastered across his face as he thought about his dumb joke was so endlessly warm that any snide remark you had disappeared immediately. His smile had a warmth that filled the room, one that danced over your skin and surrounded you in a tight embrace. You looked at him fondly as he struggled to maintain his composure.

“Oh my god, should I post it?” He said, his voice dripping in childlike glee.  

“No!” you exclaimed, “I swear to god, don't do it Andrew”

He raised an eyebrow almost like he was challenging you. “I’m gonna post it”, he grinned. He tapped away on his phone, smiling to himself.

—

Andrew had finished his breakfast - or lunch - and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. He’d taken your empty cup as well, a sweet gesture you took a mental note of - remember to do something nice for Andrew sometime today.

As he left the table, you took the chance to check your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you saw that he had posted a story.

“Jesus christ, Andrew...” you mumbled to yourself, maybe slightly too loudly because you heard him call out from the kitchen.

“It’s good, isn't it?”

“You posted the THOT thing and 20 million videos about the penguins?”

“Yeah, it’s so cool!” He protested, popping his head out of the kitchen door, “and the joy of discovering insane penguins deserves to be shared!”

“Mmm… Morning affirmations with Herzog,” you said, fluttering your fingers.

His eyes widened in revelation, “That’s fucking gold. Hold on, I’ve gotta post that too.” He grabbed the hand towel as he dried his hands briskly.

“Oh no, what have I done...”

“You being a genius is what you’ve done” he looked at you endearingly as he snatched up his phone from the table, “Can I steal the morning affirmations line?”

“Go ahead,” you said, “it’s not that funny though.”

“It’s brilliant,” he beamed, bending down to place a quick kiss on the top of your head. “Think I’m gonna be in the studio today, good luck with work, yeah?”

—

As the day went on, you busied yourself with more work. You would be lying if you said that you stopped to stretch periodically. It was more like forgetting that your body existed for an entire hour while typing in a hunched position until realizing that, wow, your neck ached. You looked at the time - 5pm. As you rubbed your smarting eyes, you decided it was time for a break.

You noticed that Andrew hadn't emerged from the studio yet. He could spend hours on end in that room, either working on lyrics or fiddling with his guitars or humming along to the piano. The studio was one of your favorite places in the house, because it felt so much like him. Notebooks scribbled with odds and ends of ideas strewn on the floor, the thermostat always set a bit warmer than the rest of the house, the sound of music and occasionally his voice filling the room as he tinkered around with ideas.

From time to time, the room would be livelier with musician friends coming over to work on material. You'd stay out of the studio when it got too crowded. Lately, since it’s been just the two of you, the studio started to feel like the most intimate place in the house.

Remember to do something nice for Andrew sometime today, the thought popped back into your mind.

Doting on each other wasn't a typical thing you two would do, it was more small gestures that showed you cared about each other. Those tiny gestures of affection were usually pleasant surprises and received with much tenderness. On one particularly bad work day, you remember how he wrote you a sweet letter and hid it underneath your pillow for you to find it the next morning. When you found the letter and thanked him for it, he blushed a deep red and hid his face behind a curtain of his hair, smiling sheepishly. Thank god, I thought you were going to find that too cheesy, you remember him saying.

Since today was a studio day, you figured he could do with a warm cup of tea. Pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to your palm, you gave your limbs a much-needed stretch and shuffled to the kitchen to make some tea for the both of you.

Precariously balancing two steaming mugs in both your hands, you carefully walked to the studio, trying not to scald yourself with hot tea.

The door to the studio was ajar and through the gap you could hear the faint strumming of a guitar float through the hallway leading to it.

“Can I come in?”

The guitar strums stopped as Andrew chirped, “Yeah, come in! I missed you.”

“I’m only 3 doors down, love,” you said as you pushed the door open with your foot.

“Yeah, but it’s too cold…” His eyes travelled to where you stood in the doorway.

“Tea?” The excitement was apparent in his voice.

You handed one mug to him, nodding, “careful, it’s hot.”

You headed to the small couch tucked into the corner of the studio and set your mug on the table next to it. A wool blanket was draped haphazardly over the couch so you balled it up, using it as a pillow of sorts. He placed his guitar on a rack nearby and stalked over to where you sat, tea mug held tightly in his hands. You shuffled to one side of the couch to give him some space but it still seemed like the couch was far too small for the both of you.

As he sat down, he leaned over and gave your shoulder a gentle kiss, muttering quietly into your hair, “Thank you for the tea, love. Sorry I didn't come out much, I’ve just been trying to hammer out this idea that’s been swimming in my head for far too long.”

“It’s okay,” you said reassuringly. Your hand reached out to his face that was placed near your shoulder, stroking his jaw with slow, hypnotic movements. He hummed softly, leaning into your touch.

“What was the idea about?”

“Herzog,” he stated plainly.

“I hate you, Andrew, I really do,” you said incredulously.

“You don't,” he grinned, “but anyway, it was just a riff that begged to be completed. I don't have lyrics yet.”

“About the Herzog thing, though…” He began, “People aren't getting it.” He seemed equal parts disappointed and humored.

“Of course they aren't!” You let out an amused laugh, “I think you should clear it up. Instagram really isn't fit for weird shit, maybe keep that to twitter.”

“I’m off twitter, though.”

“Suck it up, big man,” you teased.

“Okay fine, I’ll tweet about it,” he sulked, reluctantly unlocking his phone, “What do I even say?”

“Happy international Herzog week, folks!” you joked.

“You are too good at this,” he turned his head to stare at you in awe.

“My god, please don't tell me you're using that too…” He stayed silent, reacting only with a sly smile.

“You’ll have to start crediting me for all those punchlines...” you hesitated, “actually, no, don't. They're not that good, it’s better if people think it’s you.”

He chuckled and gave your side a small shove, “I think it’s hilarious.”

“Can you italicize stuff on twitter?” He asked.

“No… Oh wow you’re going all out, huh?”

“Only the best for your joke,” he said, giving you a playful wink.

You pulled yourself closer to him and draped your legs over his, his sweatpants folding underneath yours. The warmth of your bodies meeting gave you an immeasurable sense of comfort and security. One of his hands rested on your thigh while the other was used to type his very complex tweet. As his eyes stayed fixed on his phone, his index finger absentmindedly drew circles on the fabric of your sweatpants. Melting into his gentle touch, you closed your eyes, making a mental note to maybe move your workstation to the studio instead.

#hozier #hozier fanfic #hozier imagine #hozier fic #hozier x reader #hozier fanfiction

[1ddotdhq]

💐Fri 4 Dec ‘20 🌍

Cooking competitions were fought, flower shops were opened, petitions were signed, and today was all in all a lovely, gentle sort of day! 

Before last night’s Variety show, real!Harry popped back on instagram to tell Kid Harpoon that the producer award he got was “Fake News” and to “Stop the Count”. Look if Harry wants to keep showing more personality on Instagram I WANT TO SEE IT! Then Variety’s show aired, and Niall and Harry were “there”: Niall presented Lewis Capaldi’s “songwriter of the year” award (in response to it, Lewis thanked the other songwriters for “being a worse songwriter than me”), and Harry, of course, was the Hitmaker of the year! He was introduced by a lot of Big Industry People who all decided to say that they were, uh, so proud of him for leaving a boyband and becoming a rock star? Ah, good, that means it’s the “elitist music takes” segment of the hour. When are people gonna realize that shitting on a really successful, record breaking band in order to say nice things about Harry (one of its members!) is not the compliment they think it is. Nick Kroll's longer intro was at least more interesting, sharing some DWD set moments, confirmed that Harry is a ‘manly man’, and jokingly said that he and his wife and Harry have become a throuple (ANOTHER threesome? Really Harry?). Harry then showed up, looking pretty tired (he’s been doing very long hours, guys!) and wearing his dick banana necklace, and said, “Thanks to [my team] and everyone who supported me through it...thanks to the label for leaving me alone..this is...cool. Cool. I’m gonna get back in the studio”. Cool! 

Anyways, that discourse was quickly overtaken by the revelation that Harry DID pay his touring crew back in the spring when his tour was postponed: it came from a local Belgian publication in Ghent, where a man named Yves Van Acker has opened a flower shop (yes I DO think that this sounds like the beginning of a fairy tale!). Anyways, Yves has toured with a number of famous bands over the years, Harry being most recent. “The entire crew was suddenly out of work,” Yves said of Love On Tour’s crew, “But Harry Styles did not want to leave us. Each member was therefore paid an amount. A nice gesture, on which I decided to do something positive with this latest income”. A few things about this 1.) it was not just a nice gesture, it’s the Right Thing to DO! He’s paying people for work he hired them to do! 2.) It's wonderful enough to see, in fact, that it really isn't actually necessary to inflate: the employee told us that he received an amount, clearly a decent amount (enough to open a business), but we do not know if he was given his full wages. It sure is amazing though! And 3.) he named bouquets of flowers after Harry songs! He has “Adore You”, “Golden”, “Canyon Moon”, and “Ever Since New York”, but not, shockingly enough, “Sunflower Vol 6” - COME ON! It’s RIGHT THERE! Anyways, I adore Harry and I want everyone to know that - he does always do his best to be kind. 

Liam has a new COVER out, and one of my favorite songs: “Waiting on the World to Change” by John Mayer! The cover is for UNICEF Changemaker, and Liam says that he’s “proud to support them in any way I can”. Okay I’m a NERD so I’m about to rant about how this was the PERFECT song for Liam. The first is his RANGE: he gave the song a really gravelly, soulful sound that it deserves, and his falsettos are SO GOOD that he hits the high notes EASILY. The second are the LYRICS of the song! Literally: “It's hard to beat the system when we're standing at a distance” and “and when you trust your television, what you get is what you got; ‘cause when they own the information, they can bend it all they want”. UGH CHILLS! But that was NOT ALL for Liam, who made a guest appearance on Abby Robert’s YouTube channel in a cook off competition! They made roasted potatoes and Yule Logs (weird combo but okay), and chatted about Christmas traditions a bit. Liam said that he actually DOES do quite a bit of cooking on Christmas because he liked to watch the “tea” go down but not be a part of it (Liam do you read this blog? Was that a hint??). Anyways, he also said that he spends every Christmas with his son, because “Christmas is about kids” (Abby Roberts did a HARD eye roll it was very funny), he put out a fire (firefighter!Liam), and he dropped a boiled potato and lots of powdered sugar. Liam won for his potatoes and Abby won for the Yule Log, and *I* got really hungry. “Don’t set your kitchens on fire,” Liam warns cheerily at the end of the video. Yeahhhh, thanks for that! And now for Liam’s short but lovely content: his alarm this morning said, “It’s that Friday feeling” and then he and Roman talked about their holiday plans - Liam with his fam, Roman with his booze and Karaoke (“I’ll be doing strip that down in front of my mum”. Yeah, cuz that’s not weird at all), and they FINALLY released their bedtime story - It’s twenty minutes long and it’s called “Bedtime Bromance” (can’t wait to hear it!). He also posted an Instagram story of himself in a recording studio in Stockholm singing “Last First Kiss”. “Back to Where it All Started,” the caption read. :{) 

And now for Niall and Louis, both of whom are taking up some social issues! Sam Fender (who got into a bit of hot water yesterday for, uh, a joke about Louis’ fans and our key smashing tendencies alkdjfladj) called on the UK-based “Tomlinators” (lmao no <3) to sign a petition which requires local governments to have free helplines for the homeless and vulnerable. And, of course, fans got right on that and helped Sam reach his goal! Oh, wait, no, that DIDN’T happen - instead, fans jumped down his throat for, uh, clout chasing?? And they told him that he couldn’t get away with mocking us and expect us to HELP him!! YEAH GUYS! How DARE he try to use his influence to make a difference?? Anyways, Louis was clearly super mad, you could tell by how he liked the tweet, retweeted the petition, and then said, “Very important cause. If you’re a UK resident please sign!”. As of right now, the petition sits at 10,000 out of 100,000 signatures needed, so. Let’s get it done! Niall is also going to do some community work: he will be at Comhairle Na Nog’s meeting ( it’s an Irish child and youth councils in Ireland) on Saturday giving a shout out to the kids who have been working on projects and in their community despite lockdown. Awww, best of luck to both of them in their very worthy causes.

#harry styles #liam payne #louis tomlinson #niall horan #wow #busy day no thots empty head #anyways! #song of the day! #Waiting on the World to Change by John Mayer but make it Liam's cover!! #guys it REALLY was gorgeous!!

[woahitslucyylu]

Some shoes.

Author’s Notes: I took a lot of time for myself, y’all and a bitch is back. It’s new year, love myself better vibes. I hope you enjoy this lovely late Christmas gift from Erik to everyone’s favorite baby mama, you. I’m going to spend the rest of this weekend catching up on comments and stories. If you think there’s something I should read, tag me! 

I love y’all so big! 

If you are interested in the timeline, this is before Thot-Ass Friends and Ass Out.

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“Where are you at?” Tia’s voice echoed through the empty SUV as you merged onto the exit ramp. 

“Going to meet E. He said he needed me to pick up some things he bought. You know he has no self control.” 

Your eyes scanned the busy intersection - the city was spreading and you found yourself dreaming about luxury suburbia with two story houses and well-manicured yards. The tiny town home that you rented was slowly becoming too small for your family of three. Elisha was scooting around and EJ spent his days building cushion forts and using your coffee table as a race track. 

“He be doing the most for your spoiled ass.” Tia snickered as the light changed and you followed the GPS through the mid-day traffic. “Okay, call me when you’re done. I want to try that new taco spot on 57th.”

“Okay, I’m getting close. Bye, girl.” Your voice dropped off as you studied the residential streets, lined with greenery, following the soft voice directing you to turn left in 600 feet. “Where in the hell am I meeting him? I know he’s not bringing to a bitch’s house.” You whispered to yourself as you turned into The Preserve at Saddle Meadows. 

The neighboorhood felt warm as you slowed - gazing at the homes that towered with big windows and bright siding. 

“Your destination is approaching.” The melodic voice broke your day dreams as you spotted Erik’s black G Wagon in the drive way - his thick frame leaning against the bumper as you pulled into the drive of a two story Spanish influenced home. Archways surrounded the terra-cotted tiled porch and the cream stucco sparkled in the bright mid-day sun. 

“I know this isn’t a bitch’s house, Erik.” You shouted as you shut your door - walking around to meet him in front of the two car garage. “Shut the hell up. You always coming in loud with your big head.” His thick finger pushed against your forehead as he moved close - his cologne filling your nose and flooding your pussy. 

“E, stop.” You played back, smacking his hand away as he reached for you, “Where’s the stuff? I’m meeting Tia for tacos.” 

“Woah, slow down, mama. The stuff’s inside. Come on.” Turning on his heel, he strided to the porch, opening the heavy wooden door, dramatically gesturing for you to walk through. 

Your eyes grew wide - the inside was just as breathtaking with shiny wood floors and iron banisters. You dreamed of an open floor plan - to be able to cook and hear the kids as they played was a dream that you were working towards, taking double shifts and freelance work to save for the future you were building for yourself. 

“Where’s the furniture?” You suddenly noticed the emptiness - your voice echoing in the expanse as you wandered into the living room - your feet bouncing against the plush carpet. 

“You have to pick it out, baby girl.” 

“What?” You paused, turning to face him, as you stared at the tiled built ins and envisioned hidden toy storage and lots of plants. “I said you have to pick it out, ma. The appliances too - I ain’t know if you want gas or electric. I don’t know what you prefer when you whipping up those five star dinners for ya boy.” Erik moved beside you, fishing in his pockets for the keys - his muscular frame filling your presence as you savored his closeness. “Here.” The key chain held two identical keys. “Merry Christmas.” He leaned close, dropping his head as he kissed you softly - his lips massaging yours with tenderness. 

“Is this house yours?” You mumbled softly as you held the keys in your palm. “Nah, ma, it’s yours.” He brushed his thumb against your cheek, “I see how hard you work. You gave me two beautiful lives. I have to take care of you.” His hands groped your waist, sliding over your hips - his palms resting on your plump cheeks. “I don’t deserve you or my kids, but you deserve this.” 

You swallowed thickly, the words dry in your mouth, leaving you speechless as you leaned into him - your arms circling his waist and squeezing. “I feel bad now.” A coy smile spread over your face as you pulled back, gazing into his eyes. 

“Why?” 

“You got me a house. I got you some shoes. I’ll never hear the end of this.” 

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