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Bad Liar - Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Pairing: Remus Lupin x EnglishTeacher!Reader

Prompt: bet u wanna by Sabrina Carpenter. Bad Liar by Selena Gomez

Warnings: Smut! D/s undertones, praise kink, sub space, aftercare, abusive relationships(not Moony).

no beta!

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You stood on the stage instantly relaxing, all anxiety gone as you lost yourself in the music. You’d finally finished your new song and you couldn’t be happier with it. Most people write songs about experience you didn’t have many of those so you wrote about story’s. You preferred to think of yourself as a story teller rather than a singer. Which as an English teacher felt more fitting. As you got to the chorus the room grew even more silent making you smile. Your hands caressing up the mic stand until you grabbed the microphone head.

‘Didn't think about it when you let me down. Hurts to see me out of your reach, Bet you wanna touch me now. It's cold out there, Let me know what you found. Bet you wanna love me now. Bet you wanna love me now.’

When you finished the song you stepped back and gave a short awkward nod before deciding to take a break before the next song. A few regulars stopped you to tell you how much they liked your new song making you grin excitedly.

“Nice to see you again love.” Rosmerta exclaimed as she brought you into a hug.

“I can only do two more songs before Greg gets here.” You whispered to her making her eyes narrow.

“That man is no good for you.” She whispered softly making tears prick your eyes.

“I-I know but I have no where else to go Rosie. A-And he loves me.” You muttered sadly making her shake her head.

“Hi. I really liked your song.” Someone said behind you making you spin around in shock before your eyes widened.

“Holy fudge balls. Y-You’re Remus Lupin.” You squeaked said you stared up at the rather tall but excessively handsome man.

“And you are?” He asked sweetly with a grin on his face.

“Y-Y/N Y/L/N. It’s such an honour to meet you. I read your novel obviously I know you’re in a band, your musics awesome but I’m a big reader. English teacher. And I am rambling…feel free to save me from my fangirling.” You rambled with flushed cheeks.

“Oh, not many people even know I wrote a book. I didn’t think it was that popular.” He chuckled with his own flushed cheeks.

“I loved it! It’s so underrated.” You chuckled before Rosmerta approached telling you to get your last two songs in.

“Sorry. It was really nice talking to you.” You chuckled as you started for the stage.

After you finished two more songs you stepped off stage just in time to see Greg walk in with his usual scowl. You were about to walk up to him when a young woman slid up to you. She was bouncing in her spotted like an excitable puppy making you smile a little.

“Hi! I’m a singer and I think the company I work for would LOVE your work! Have you thought about singing full time?” She exclaimed happily making your smile brighten even more.

“Yeah I’ve heard your songs! You’re also dating Sirius from The Marauders right?” You asked sweetly just as Greg approached.

“Come on let’s go.” Greg demanded grabbing your hand.

“G-Greg I was talking to someone.” You stuttered fearfully as he turned to look at the woman.

“Thank you for the offer but I enjoy teaching English. It’s very flattering you like my songs though.” You chuckled awkwardly making Greg narrow his eyes at you.

“This is my number. If you ever change your mind let me know…but also I just moved here so feel free to call anyway.” She chuckled softly making you smile shyly.

Once she’s done speaking Greg said nothing as he dragged you out the pub walking a few minutes to your shared house. He didn’t say anything as he sat down on the couch. You instantly began making his tea, which you’d thankfully prepped before your gig this evening. You slid the lasagna in the oven before grabbing a beer and walking into the front room.

“What the fuck was that at the pub?” He asked in a eerily calm way that had fear rippling through you. How much more emotional abuse could I take before it consumed me?

“You were being rude…she’s a famous singer and she offered me a place at her company. She liked my songs.” You tried calmly but his eyes narrowed instantly.

“That’s a hobby not a job. We’ve talked about this. Your songs are mediocre at best. Plus you need to be here, food won’t cook itself and one day when your finally pregnant we’ll have kids that need caring for.” He drawled a hint of anger in his tone.

“Speaking of. Did you see the doctor about getting those tests done. I mean we’ve been trying for 2 years! There’s got to be something wrong with you as a woman if you can’t even get pregnant.” He growled as he sipped his beer, tears sparked in your eyes at his harsh words but you buried it. There was nothing wrong with you or the secret contraception you had planted in your arm.

You refused to bring a child into this world to be fathered by a man like him. No child deserves that. You bit your tongue to contain your anger something you’d done for years now.

“Get me another beer.” He demanded as he downed the last of his bottle.

“Would it kill you to use manners. The kids in my class know better and their a bunch of hormonal teenage boys who say things like ‘innit’ and ‘mush’.” You snapped, instant regret seeped into your bones as his face dropped.

You assumed you’d get a verbal lashing as you always did, however when he stood up and slapped you straight around the face you were shocked. The slap was so hard it had knocked you straight to the floor. You looked up at him to see no remorse, you scurried to your feet and ran. He instantly ran after you as you barricaded yourself in the bedroom, locking the door as you pulled out your phone.

Who do I call? Police? I have no friends or family. Would the police even do anything when he was on the force? Fuck, I don’t even have any numbers in my phone!

You picked up your phone about to Google The Three Broomsticks number when the internet cut off. Fear was all you could feel when you remembered the card that singer has given you not half an hour ago. You picked the card out your cardigan pocket and dialled the number.

“Hello?” A voice muttered sweetly over the phone.

“I-It’s Y/N from the pub? I-I know you don’t know me but c-can you send me the number for the pub? P-Please?” You pleaded tearfully.

“Hey…it’s okay. Tell me what happened darling I’m still at the pub now.” She asked in concern making your tears start falling.

Suddenly Greg was slamming against the door trying to barge in. Your body was shaking as you tried to calm yourself down enough to talk.

“OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID GOOD FOR NOTHING BITCH!” He screamed as his fist pound against the door.

“Is that your fella? Did he hurt you honey?” She asked softly making you whimper.

“He slapped me but…I think he’s gonna do more if I open this door! I-I’m scared.” You cried making her sigh softly.

“Send me your address I’m coming to get you.” She stated calmly as you grabbed a bag and started packing.

She hung up as you sent the address, you might not know her but you’d rather leave with a stranger than be in a house with someone who hit you. You should’ve seen this coming. It always started with the emotional abuse.

Greg was still beating on the door when you heard a crashing sound downstairs that had his abuse on the door ceasing.

“Who the fuck are you? You can’t just barge in here.” Greg shouted from outside the bedroom door.

“Get the fuck out my way you fucking cunt.” A female voice snapped making you straighten up.

“The fuck did you ju—

“If you lay a hand on my woman I will fucking kill you!” A male voice screamed making your eyes widen.

“Y/N lovey it’s me. Come out he won’t touch you.” She muttered outside the door. You reached for the set of draws, moving them out the way before unlocking the latch on the door.

“You got everything you need sweetie?” A man you recognised as Sirius asked.

You looked around the room before pointing to the two duffel bags on the end of the bed that you’d stuffed all your clothes and anything precious into. He nodded softly as he picked up one bag as you grabbed the other with a struggle.

“You can’t just come in here and take my fucking woman!” Greg screamed as he began following after you but Sirius was behind you and his girlfriend in front blocking Greg off from you.

“Y/N do you want to stay?” Sirius asked as they got to the bottom of the step.

“N-No.” You stuttered fearfully as you avoided looking at Greg.

“You fucking bit—

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Someone else snapped behind you making you spin around to see Remus Lupin stood there.

“Oh is that it? Ey, you’ve been whoring around? I hope you at least used protection! Wouldn’t want you to come back pregnant via someone else spawn! Then again we’ve already established you’re a pathetic excuse of a woman that can’t even get pregnant. Haven’t we love?” He snarled as he stepped towards you.

“I have a contraceptive implant in my arm! Because what idiot would want to bare your child! I feel sorry for anyone who ever does! But it won’t be me!” You screamed clearly shocking everyone including yourself.

“I’ll kill you.” He growled making your eyes widen in fear.

“Thanks for that lovely confession.” Sirius snorted as he held up his phone showing the recording had been going from the second he walked into your—his house.

“Y-You…” He started but instantly dropped it.

“Get her out my house. I don’t ever wanna see you again.” Greg snarled viciously as he stormed off towards the kitchen where the faint smell of burnt lasagne was coming from.

“Th-Thank you.” You whispered as you picked up the bag you’d dropped to the floor. However Remus reached over and picked it up for you.

“Come on. Rosie has set up a room for you.” Remus whispered sweetly making you smile shyly.

You nodded as you follow them towards what looked to be Rosie’s car they’d clearly took for your sake. You got into the back as Sirius got in the driver's side with his girlfriend in the passenger seat. Remus slid into the back with you after loading up the bags.

“You don’t have to answer but has he ever...” Remus asked gently making you sigh.

“N-No it’s always just been verbal…but I feel like in the years it’s happened I built a shell that blocks out his words. Today I ‘sassed’ him because he didn’t say please. I told him the kids in my class had better manners. After he slapped me, I thought I’d see some remorse or regret but there wasn’t any…he looked at me like that slap was just the start of it, so I ran.” You explained quietly making his frown deepen.

“I know it doesn’t mean much as we’ve only just met but...I’m proud you got yourself out.” Remus whispered sweetly making your face break out into a grin.

“Thank you.” You chuckled awkwardly.

*************

“Y/N check this out!” You heard a shout from upstairs making you put down the rolling pin in your hand.

“Just roll this out for me Pete then there pretty much done.” You muttered sweetly as you squeezed past Remus giving him a cheeky grin before running upstairs.

“Lemonade here made a new song.” Cherry snickered making you raise a brow. When she started playing you listened to about 10 seconds of the song before bursting out laughing.

“I’ve told you guys not to call me that.” Lemonade huffed as her boyfriend walked in doing a stupid dance when he heard the song.

“See your best songs are about our sex life pup.” Sirius snickered as he pulled his girlfriend into a sultry dance.

“Brilliant! I love it.” You laughed as pulled out a CD with a wink.

“Here’s my newest addition.” You added as you wiggled your brows.

“Gimmie!” Lemonade squeaked as she threw hers out without much care.

When the song came on her eyes widened as she let her body sway to the beat as you pulled her into your arms as you began dancing with her with a grin on your face. She threw her head back laughing as she listened to the song with a proud grin on her face.

“I have officially made another pop princess.” Lemonade shouted happily.

Lemonade looked so proud you couldn’t help the wide grin on your face as you bumped your hip against hers. In the last few months you’d become the best of friends with her. It mostly started about a month after they’d rescued you.

****

You walked downstairs to the pub when you’d heard loud music, deciding to take a break from grading to see who was playing. You slipped on a cardigan over your shorter cottagecore style dress. Something you indulged in after you left Greg. When you were together you weren’t allowed short dresses or anything with too much skin.

Granted you weren’t one for such things anyway but when you’d seen this dress online a you’d decided to be a little impulsive for once.

When you got downstairs you saw the Marauders playing with Sirius’ girlfriend playing lead singer. You smiled at the look of pure adoration on Sirius’ face as he played his guitar, staring at his girlfriend.

James was no where to be seen though making you look around until you spotted him with the barmaid that you spoke to occasionally. You wandered over to the pair with a grin, they looked up with matching expressions.

“Y/N! It’s so nice to see you! How have things been?” James asked politely making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I saw you last week James.” You huffed sarcastically something you’d recently picked up. After years of verbal lashing you’d learned to bury your true self to become the meek English teacher and perfect girlfriend to him.

“Well Cherry over here won’t update me on your well being and as your self appointed brother I was concerned.” James drawled sarcastically making you laugh.

“I’m assuming Cherry is a nickname?” You laughed making him wiggle his brows.

Just then the music died down and Sirius’ girlfriend ran over so fast she crashed straight in the bar knocking it enough to cause an avalanche of Lemons to roll off the bar making Cherry face palm.

“Woah calm down you almost became the newest brand of lemonade!” Cherry sighed with a laugh.

“I shall call her Lemonade and she shall be mine and she shall be my Lemonade!” You joked patting her on the head.

Everyone has burst out laughing making her flush bright red.

****

It’s strange to think such a simple interaction had made such an amazing bond but at that time it was what you needed, a friend. Since then you’d healed a lot more, you’d even recently been thinking about dating. Although that thought only seemed to occur around Remus which you’d tried to pat down.

“Soooo is this the only new song because I swore when I was scrolling through the studios hard drive I saw a sneaky peak of a song called Bad Liar!” Lemonade exclaimed dramatically making your eye widen.

“I locked that folder…so what you mean is you broke into my locked folder on the hard drive?” You snorted with an eye roll.

“I didn’t listen to it.” She pouted making you laugh.

“It was just something random. It’s no good.” You answered calmly. I’m a big fat liar. That song is the only song I’ve ever modelled after an experience.

“Can I listen anyway?” She asked sweetly making you glance around the room at everyone else.

“Maybe when we’re alone later Lemonade..” You muttered with flushed cheeks.

“Clear out bitches! I’m too curious to wait.” Lemonade shouted making your eyes widen.

Everyone snickered as they left the studio before closing the soundproof door behind them. You glared at your best friend who instantly opened the folder on the computer and began typing the password to your folder in. She opened the song and closed her eyes as she took in the music.

‘I was walking down the street the other day Tryna distract myself But then I see your face Oh wait, that's someone else Oh oh, tryna play it coy Tryna make it disappear But just like the battle of Troy There's nothing subtle here, oh oh In my room there's a king size space Bigger than it used to be If you want you can rent that place Call me an amenity, oh oh Even if it's in my dreams, oh.’

“This is good was it dream based or book based?” She asked over the music making you flush.

“E-Ermm book!” You tried to sound sure but when she narrowed her eyes at you you knew you’d done a terrible job.

“Oh my god! Is…is this your first feelings based song?” She asked with wide eyes.

“That…is this about a guy?” She squealed as she began bouncing on her chair like an excitable puppy making you groan.

“You’re not gonna let this go are you?” You sighed with another eye roll.

“Nope.” She answered happily.

“Yes it’s about a guy. No I won’t tell you who, no I won’t be dating him and NO I will not be playing this song in public.” You told her sternly making her grin grow in size.

“Fine but I’ll figure it out.” She taunted making you laugh.

“Mhmm sure.” You laughed as you turned off the computer and began dragging her downstairs where the other were sat drinking and laughing.

“I put the pizza in the oven it should only be a few more minutes.” Peter said shyly making you smile softly.

“Thanks Pete.” You chuckled, truffling his hair affectionately before making your way to Lemonades kitchen.

You poured yourself a glass of wine before leaning against the kitchen side, your eyes closing as you just let yourself have a minute. You might love having friends and places to go to if anything ever happened but sometimes the loudness and excitable behaviour got too much. You weren’t quite used to it yet.

“You okay?” A familiar voice asked making you startle, your eyes opening in slight alarm before realising it was Remus.

“Yeah I’m not used to it yet…The noise.” You explained softly.

“I’ve been around it for more than half my life and I’m still not used to it.” He laughed making you giggle.

“Summer holidays start soon right?” He asked sweetly.

“Yeah just one more week. The year 11’s have already left obviously but the younger years are basically gonna spend the next week getting homework for the holidays and watching films.” You chuckled before sipping your wine.

“You filled Ms McGonagall’s position right?” He asked with a small smile.

“Yeah. She’s the one who hired me. Her exact words were ‘I’m not leaving my kids to some stuffy bastard.’” You snickered making him laugh.

“She was the one who encouraged me to write my book. I love music and the band but I also love writing. I didn’t think I could do both. She told me that I could do whatever I wanted. Said it would be hard work but if I wanted it enough I’d make it work.” He stated calmly with a small smile on his lips.

“Good advice. So James has got Cherry, Sirius has got Lemonade. Are you or Pete not seeing anyone?” You asked curiously, throwing in Peters name to distract from the fact you only cared about of he was dating.

“Pete hasn’t had a girlfriend since school. He’s a bit shy in front of lasses and a lot of women nowadays don’t have the patience for it. As for me I haven’t dated in a while. I’ve been writing another book and between that and the band most woman don’t want to share the attention with my work or hobbies.” He chuckled dryly making you frown.

“Well women can be stupid.” You snorted before continuing.

“Peter’s a great guy and I’m sure he’ll fine someone who is exactly what he needs. As for you Mr Lupin, if women don’t want to share you with your passions their not worth it. You’re kind, mature, creative and handsome. Someone will snatch you up eventually.” You giggled before turning to take the giant square pizza out the oven that had 8 sections with different toppings on it.

“What about you? A-Are you seeing anyone?” You instantly noticed the stutter in his voice and looked up to see flushed cheeks. I might be a bit rusty with dating and men but to me that seemed…interested?

“No. I’ve been thinking about it but Hogsmeade is a small village. Most men are either under 20 or over 50. The ones our age either moved away or got married.” You laughed making his brows furrow. Is he upset?

You used the pizza cutter to slice the pizza into many slices before popping them on a giant wooden chopping board and carrying it to the front room, Remus following behind you quietly. You all sat down drinking and eating as everyone made jokes and casual conversation. You lived for these nights, it made the past few years with him worth it.

******

Once the pizza was finished and drinks had multiplied everyone was buzzed and lounging happily. You were curled up on the couch between Peter and Remus as the couples occupied the two single seater lounge chairs. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and your tongue loosening enough to make your sarcasm amplify.

“Oh yeah there’s a rapper I work with and he recently saw a picture of you on my Insta and asked if you were single.” Lemonade muttered drunkly.

“I’d sooner date Dumbledore than a rapper.” You snorted making everyone laugh.

“He’s really sweet.” Lemonade argued making you roll your eyes.

“Which rapper?” You drawled.

“Prewett.” She answered with a grin.

“Hmm cute…still a no.” You snarled making Remus snicker next to you.

“So sweet ginger rappers aren’t your thing. Neither is the song writer I showed you or the photographer I wanted to introduce to you. Who the hell is your type?” Lemonade huffed with a pout on her face.

“That’s a secret!” You exclaimed loudly.

“Okay here’s an easy question. There’s several blokes in this room! All very different which one is more like your ideal type?” She asked cautiously.

“I was gonna say Sirius just to wind you up but that would be a lie.” You snickered making everyone laugh.

“What about Pete?” She asked making the poor lad turn bright red.

“We’re both too shy! Pete needs someone confident and open.” You huffed with an eye roll.

“Okay Remus then!” She tried and suddenly your face went bright red as you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

“Th-That—You can’t jus—

“Oh my god!” She shouted loudly making everyone jump.

“Wait I wanna know too!” Remus slurred making your eyes widen.

“You guys are so nosey! Yes Remus is attractive okay? He’s the closest to my type!” You grumbled sassily.

“Holy shit! The song is—

“I was with a policeman for 7 years! I will literally murder you and get away with it!” You interrupted making her grin widen.

“What song?” James asked curiously.

“Never you mind deer boy!” You shouted making Cherry laugh.

“It was one time! Why did you lot even tell her about that?” James huffed grumpily. Then all of a sudden everyone was shouting over one another until Remus shouted louder than anyone.

“Stop trying to set her up with everyone!” Remus shouted making everyone stop.

“Moony you okay buddy?” Sirius asked suddenly feeling a little more sober.

He looked to you ignoring Sirius’ question making you smile softly. Jealousy. You let out a soft giggle nudging Remus’ arm with your shoulder smiling at him sweetly. You both seemed to get lost in each others eye for longer than necessary but finally you decided to take a leap of faith.

“Moony here is jealous you guys haven’t tried to set him up with me.” You giggled making Remus’ eyes widen.

“Ooooooh.” James and Sirius said in unison.

“So?” You huffed sassily at Remus.

“O-Oh! Okay! Would you like to go on a date tomorrow?” He asked with flushed cheeks.

“Sounds great. Pick me up at 7.” You giggled with your own flush cheeks.

“Okay.” He mumbled awkwardly but he had a subtle smirk on his lips that had you grinning.

“Awesome! Now get out my house so I can screw puppy into next week literally because it’s Sunday.” Sirius snickered making Lemonade grin happily.

***********

“Re-Remus…” You moaned breathlessly as your legs tightened around his waist, your back arching off the wall.

“Fuck..look at you. So needy for me aren’t you bunny?” He groaned as his cock lined up with your entrance.

Your dress bunched up at you hips as he held you up against the wall. Your heart pounding in your chest a you tried to wiggle closer her his hardened member making the tip slip inside you. You moaned happily as he growled against your breast that were hanging out over the top of your dress.

“Naughty girl.” He whispered against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm fuck me please. Need you!” You begged shamelessly making him smirk.

“Aww is my perfect little bunny desperate?” He teased before thrusting into you slowly.

“Don’t worry darling…I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” Remus moaned huskily as he lifted pinned you to the wall and began pounding into you again and again.

“O-Oh! Fuck yes Moony!” You cried out as you clung to him tightly. You didn’t usually call him that much let alone in the bedroom. But the second it left you mouth Remus went feral, his thrust gaining speed and depth as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“That’s it bunny…Cum for Moony.” He growled as his hands gripped your ass roughly pounding into you mercilessly.

“Ah…a-ahh Moony!” You screamed as you came, your orgasm making your eyes roll back as your body shook around him.

“Fu—Shit! Y/N!” Remus cried out as he came inside you, panting against your breast, kissing them occasionally as you both came down.

Without separating you he walked to the bedroom and lowered you down to the bed his cock still inside you. You moaned a little as he pulled out but before you could get up Remus pinned your hips down and began spreading your legs.

“Wanna hear you screaming Moony again bunny.” He groaned as he ran his finger through your folds.

“Mmm look so good with my cum leaking out of you.” He added as he thrust two fingers into your cum filled pussy.

“Love it when you cum inside me Moony. Fill me up so good..” You slurred as he bent down to lick your clit.

“Is that right bunny? Wanna be filled up with my cum?” He groaned before sucking on your clit, his fingers gently massaging your g-spot.

“Y-Yes!” You cried out as you bucked against his hold.

“Want Moony to breed your pretty little pussy?” He growled making your eyes roll back again.

“Y-Yes fuck! M’cumming.” You whimpered as your legs shook.

“Good girl bunny.” He praised as he coaxed you through it.

“Come on darling. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He took out his fingers and sat up.

You sat up and immediately took his cum covered fingers into your mouth. Both your cum mixing together had you moaning around his fingers.

“Taste good bunny?” He chuckled as you released his fingers.

“Yes Moony.” You whispered sweetly making him groan.

He was on you instantly, his cock shoving straight back into your sopping wet cum covered pussy. Your back arched off the bed with a high pitched moan ringing out as he fucked you. Remus was the opposite of Greg in every way. Greg was controlling in everything except the bedroom, where he was just lazy and selfish. You’d been together for years but it that time you could count on one hand how many he’d made you cum.

Remus had surpassed that in one weekend together. Now a few weeks into the relationship you could honestly say you’d never been as satisfied and happy.

You felt yourself slipping into a dazed state something that had never happened. Your brain might have actually turned to mush as his thrusting got harder and deeper. Your eyes were half lid, your lips parted with constant moans and whines of pleasure.

“Cum for me bunny.” He whispered into your ear and you did. You toes curling, your legs starting to cramp as you once again came.

You weren’t sure what happened but you were in your own world. You knew the world was still there but for some reason you couldn’t focus. Until you heard Remus’ sweet voice coaxing you out of your current hazy view of the world.

“Hey bunny…you did so good for me. Can you try and tap my arm to answer some questions? Once for yes twice for no?” He whispered sweetly. You tapped his arm once letting him know you would making him smile down at you.

“Good girl. Do you feel floaty bunny?” Tap.

“We need to get you washed up and to the toilet. I’m gonna carry you is that okay darling?” He asked softly. Tap.

He picked you up your head lolling against his chest as he sat you on the toilet. He turned around to grab a cloth, wetting it with hot water and letting it cool down. He turned around and helped you stand up, leaning you over the counter to wipe up any left over cum.

“You were so good for me bunny. Make Moony so happy.” He whispered as he helped you to stand up and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m gonna call the guys and tell them we’ll skip tonight.” He whispered gently.

“N-No I can go.” You argued, your voice croaking slightly as you looked up at him.

“Bunny…” He sighed softly making you pout.

“Wanna see Lemonade.” You whimpered with tears in your eyes.

“Okay okay bunny. But you don’t leave Moonys side. And no drinking tonight. You’re in subspace and I don’t want you to drop darling.” He explained to you slowly. You nodded your head and started stripping to change into something else.

“Can I borrow a cardigan Moony.” You asked sweetly, your lashes fluttering innocently.

“Of course bunny.” He chuckled as he helped you out on a fresh dress with one of his way to large cardigans.

***********

“You two are late!” Lemonade shouted as you both entered the pub. You were less floaty after taking a slow walk to the pub but you still felt clingy and more shy than usual.

“Sorry. We weren’t going to come but Bunny wanted to see Lemonade.” Remus answered as he sat you on his lap.

“Bunny?” Sirius snickered making you pout.

“Ignore him darling.” Remus whispered as you nuzzled into him neck.

“What’s wro—is she in subspace?” Lemonade squeaked as she gaped at you.

“You brought her to the pub in subspace?” Sirius hissed as he shook his head.

“She wanted to and I’ve never seen her in subspace I didn’t know how she’d react to me telling her no.” Remus huffed.

“Hey Y/N want me to order you something to eat?” Lemonade asked gently.

“Yes please Lemonade.” You answered quietly making her lip fork a smile.

“So cute.” She giggled before running off to get you some food.

Just then music began playing making you wince a little as you looked up to see The Valkyries on stage. Except their lead singer wasn’t Marlene like it usually was. You tilted you head in confusion before looking at Remus.

“I’m assuming Marl’s throat isn’t going to get better then?” You asked a little more with it than before.

“Yeah she needs surgery and she doesn’t want the band to suffer so they hired a new singer. Tonight’s her first night performing live.” He answered as Lemonade ran back with a basket of nachos with all your favourite toppings and cheese sauce.

“Thank you.” You giggled as you dug into your food. Every bite clearing you mind more as Remus, stroked your hair and kissed your cheeks, whispering about how good you were.

“So since these two have nicknames I eel it’s about time you have one!” Sirius exclaimed making you scrunch your nose.

“Another fruit related one?” James grinned making you glare at the pair.

You stood up from Remus’ lap, deciding to finally go to the bar yourself. Lemonade stood up but you waved her off with a playful eye roll before turning to James.

“I don’t need a terrible nickname from the likes of—

Just as you said that someone ran into you spilling a vanilla shake all over your dress, thankfully missing Remus’ cardigan.

“I am so sorry!” The woman cried out as she looked at you in concern.

“Vanilla it is.” Sirius snickered as you turned to him with the deadliest glare you could muster.

“It’s fine. Accidents happen.” You replied as you turned to the lady.

Remus took off his jumper leaving him in a plain white T-shirt as he traded you for the cardigan. You stormed off to the bathroom grumbling to yourself as you went. When you’d changed into the giant cream jumper that fell to mid thigh you burst of laughing. This was living.

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princessmisery666 · 1 year

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Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’.

“I got you, baby,” she promised.

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Part 2 - Love-Blind Haze

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#Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester x female reader #supernatural fanfic #song fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #dean winchester #spn #angst #dean winchester angst #cowboys and angels #dustin lynch #music fic #unclaimed love songs

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oh-hell-help-me · 1 year

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Okay, I'm putting the deets down for my own sanity's sake.

So, we've established that Bowser plays the piano and Luigi is seen multiple times with either a guitar or upright bass? And that most of the Koopalings are named after famous musicians?

I'm just saying that it's a crying shame and a crime that no one has centered a fic about the whole family bonding through their various tastes of music (even if some are questionable)!

I wanna see the kids just having peaceful-yet-chaotic jamming sessions as they argue about who gets to lead the whole thing that day! Heck, I wanna see the kids take an interest in music genres different from their namesakes!

I crave the thought of Junior experimenting with the other kid's tastes only to settle for his own blend (shall I say Alternative?).

I root for the thought of Luigi either serenading Bowser with an Italian love song like 'Ti Amo' or just tossing caution to the wind and getting risque with a song like 'I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE' by Måneskin' (And Bowser being smitten from it either way).

I would kill to see a fic mention an hour-long performance of Bowser singing 'I Think I Love You' by Tenacious D to Luigi in public, maybe a montage of just singing it across the world -to everyone's chagrin and Luigi's embarrassed joy.

I just-

Have a lot of feelings for musical fics.

#bowser #luigi #koopalings #bowser jr #bowuigi #ideas for a #music fic

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lemonlyman-dotcom · 7 months

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Inspiration Saturday

Thank you for the tag @alrightbuckaroo !!

Here’s a little bit of inspiration for what I’ve been working on this week.

Tagging @thisbuildinghasfeelings 👀 @chicgeekgirl89 @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @liminalmemories21 @reasonandfaithinharmony @bonheur-cafe @birdclowns @basilsunrise @never-blooms @freneticfloetry @tarlosmalec @louis-ii-reyes-strand @guardian-angle22 @herefortarlos @tellmegoodbye @iboatedhere @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @ladytessa74 and OPEN TAG 🏷️

#tarlos fanfic #Tarlos #tk strand x carlos reyes #inspiration weekend #music fic

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neoyongz · 7 months

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no body, no crime 🩸 | alex turner

you aren’t letting up until you dig into the reason alex cheated on your friend.

warnings: this is fully based in no body, no crime by taylor swift & haim, the fic is centered around alex but there’s plenty of louise mentions since a part of the plot revolves around her, no smut, no fluff, criminal theme & plot, death

words count: 2.4k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

“Louise! here!” you said as you saw your friend enter by the restaurant’s door. Louise was your best friend, you two met some years ago at work but even after you both left the company, you kept in contact with her.

“There you are! How are you?” Louise hugged you as her pearly-white smile showed up between her lips.

“Pretty good, no complaints. How ‘bout you? Have a seat, please” After the hug, she took her seat in front of you right before the waiter came to serve the drinks. “I already ordered, don’t worry” It was always the same menu for the both of you: pasta and a glass of wine for each.

“Oh, many things happened” You both thanked the waiter and he left. “Remember what I told you about Alex? That he started coming home very late and acting very weird?” You nodded and took a sip of your wine. “Well, today I checked our joint account and he sent some very expensive jewelry. Woman jewelry” She sighed. “Not mine”

You gasped and opened your eyes like big plates. “Wait a minute. It could be… his mom’s? maybe?” Louise took a sip of her wine and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Nah, her mom hasn’t left any jewelry for him as far as I know. I guess I should start, you know… coming to terms with this situation. Since the merlot incident, he left a bottle in his car which neither of us bought and he also had the taste of it, I've been watching him very closely, and he’s definitely hiding shit” Louise never cursed but she was really angry at her husband. For her, it felt like throwing 3 years of marriage to the garbage.

“That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account…”

“I’m so sorry about that… Are you planning on divorcing? I could help you with that, my sister’s a lawyer” You took her hand and looked at her with a sad expression. You knew Alex very well, enough to know that he wasn’t like that. He would never cheat on anyone, say less about someone like Verneuil. He loved her with her whole heart, how did this happen?

“Yes, but I know this is nothing more than suspicions and there’s no proof that he actually… cheated” That last word hitted Louise on her chest like a bullet to her heart. “I know about your sister though, no need to worry, I’ll call her if I need to” Her phone vibrated. The screen showed a message from Alex; are u coming home babe?

Louise didn’t even think about replying, she was sick of thinking about Alex. The man that had enough balls to cheat on her and call her “babe” every fucking night. She had so much remorse, but nothing could be proven yet.

“For now, I just think he did it but there’s no way to prove it” Louise turned off her phone and looked at you, searching for any excuse to change the way of the talk as she felt her eyes tearing up.

“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it…”

[ . . . ]

You opened the front door and took your bag and car keys. It was a sunny Thursday at 9 am, you were just about to go to work at your dad’s house to clean it and take care of him. You were unemployed but weren’t looking for a job anyway, you made your way to survive with your savings and the thing you were most looking for was a time to relax alone and maybe go on a vacation.

You entered your car and right after switching it on, you started driving. It was common routine to pass Louise’s and Alex’s house as both houses were very close, only 2 blocks away. You saw Alex carrying a big black bag with some tools, not his regular work tools and getting in his car too, an old fashioned red Ford Capri which was actually very dirty after the couple went on a trip to the desert less than a week ago.

Well, the bottom of the car was quite dirty but the tires weren’t: were they new? You drove slowly when you passed by his side to wave at him, and so he did. Actually, you were looking at his car’s brand new tires. It wasn’t too weird at all because it isn’t like no one gets new tires, but his old ones didn’t seem damaged at all… or maybe you were in your head a little too much trying to help getting proofs for Louise.

Once you passed their house’s block, you kept on driving while listening to the radio. Well, you couldn’t say you weren't mad at Alex for what Louise supposed he did, he claimed to be extremely loyal to her and the whole relationship was very good for both of them, they seemed really happy with each other. So, what was the reason behind him cheating? The whole situation was very blurry, and if you were already feeling that much remorse for Alex, you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken Louise would be feeling as you were thinking about them.

Thinking about the situation helped the time to go faster than usual and before you could even realize, you were already parking at your dad’s house. Driving there was a muscle memory thing for you to do. Once you left your car, you went inside the house and found your dad watching his old TV, as usual.

“Darling” He said with a smile and got up to greet you.

“Hi, have you been feeling well?” You left your bag on the sofa and approached him. “Did you take your meds?” He was sick and not able to go to work, so taking care of him was important for you right now.

“Yes, don’t worry. Want some coffee?” You said no before looking at the TV, it’s sound became a little loud as the news channel announced something important, or it seemed like so.

“Nah, I had breakfast. Thanks. Let me clean this for you” You took your dad’s cup, he had breakfast not a while ago. You carried the cup and the little plate he used for his biscuits to the kitchen while keeping your ears fixed on the TV.

“We are live from your local News Channel sadly reporting that a 34 years old blonde and short haired, slim and tall girl in Sheffield named Louise Verneuil went missing Wednesday’s morning. We have her husband on the line giving the first clues, can you hear us?”

“He reports his missing wife and I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires…”

The plate and the cup fell off your hands as soon as you heard Louise’s name. You were frightened. Your face was pale, your whole body started shaking and you walked to the TV.

“What?…” You whispered. Your dad looked at you, concerned.

“Is everything okay?” He got close to you and hugged you as soon as he noticed your eyes getting wet and filled with tears.

“Dad… it’s Louise” You whispered and bursted out crying while hiding in your dad’s chest, hearing Alex’s voice on the TV.

“I don’t know what happened, she left for work yesterday’s morning but hasn’t come back since and her phone is off. Her phone is always on, she is not getting the calls either… I’m scared, we’ve been married for years and I don’t know what could’ve happened to her”

You clenched your teeth as you heard his sayings, there was something off in his tone. His voice didn’t connect to his “scared” feeling. There was something wrong and you knew it.

[ . . . ]

You’ve been watching Alex very closely. You recently noticed a new woman coming to his house and your blood has been boiling since. It was true. He was cheating on Louise, but still no news about her. It’s been about a week since her going missing and your heart has been aching more than ever, you knew Louise wouldn’t do something like that, and that someone made her do it or even worse. Someone could have hurted her or something like that. But no news about that, only a few signs you saw Louise’s mom putting up on the street.

On the other side of the street, a few blocks away, Alex was setting himself to go to bed, calm as he has never been before. After having dinner with his former mistress, the woman he cheated on Louise with.

“Al, I just know you’re hiding something. Tell me right now” The woman followed him around the house.

“I have nothing to hide” He said, opening the closet. “Just stop asking, I don’t fucking know anything about Louise. Stop bringing her up”

“You act like you haven't been married to her for 3 years! You don’t even look sad” She screamed, even if she knew she was in the wrong position to be reclaiming Alex’s sadness towards Louise, it was impossible to not feel frightened by the fact that he didn’t shed a single tear in a week after her wife went missing.

“Let me cope with it alone. I don’t like showing off my emotions” His stupid excuse ended up convincing the woman. “Leave me alone” She sighed and left the room, going towards Louise’s former bed just to watch her own things all over the bed. Her heart ached at the thought of sleeping in that woman’s bed, and felt extremely guilty.

“And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything…”

[ . . . ]

You put on your latex gloves as you start to clean up the table, making sure to get rid of every little thing that would look off-putting. You were very meticulous with this cleaning, it was a very special case. You mopped the floor and once you finished, you considered it was enough, so you took the big and heavy bag that had been waiting for you at the backdoor for around an hour and opened the wood door.

You rushed through the backyard and threw the bag on your car’s backseat. You pulled the zipper all the way up and got on the driver’s seat, before slamming the pedal and heading to the river you visited last night. You were very calm even if your actions felt rushed: you just wanted the situation to end and just get over it.

You took the highway and drove for around 45 minutes. It was late at night and the stars were sparkling white, shining all around the dark blue sky above your head. The jazz music on the radio helped you relax even more, breathing slowly and even smiling while getting out of the highway to take a dirt road, heading to the entrance of the river. Once you arrived, you knew no one was there, so you took the bag out of the backseat and threw it to the boat you set up last night, and went even further on the river. It was loud as the water slammed your boat and the rocks around. After a few minutes getting deep into the river, you decided it was about time. You opened the zipper and looked at what you had in there for a few seconds. You doubted a little bit, but there was no coming back after this. After coming to terms with your own mind, you took the bag and threw it to the water. You watched the bag disappear before your eyes, feeling a bit of remorse. But never regretted it.

“Good thing, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen…”

[ . . . ]

The cameras followed Louise’s sister when she got out of the court, the reporters shoving their microphones on her face. “What happened inside? Any news about Alex? What did the mistress say? And Louise’s friend? What about her?”

“Guys, guys, stop” Louise’s sister stopped them and took a minute to breathe through the air gap the reporters left above her. “What we know so far is that the mistress was there the night Turner went missing. And Turner was the last one to ever put his sight on Louise” She sighed. “Louise’s friend has nothing to do with this case. She was with me the whole day Alex went missing”

“Good thing Este’s sister is gonna swear she was with me”

“Are you sure she was with you?” A reporter slammed her microphone into her face.

“She was with me, dude” She looked annoyed. “The mistress is just gonna get her payment for the life insurance. Really don’t know about her future in this case but all we can ask is justice for Louise”

“And good thing, the mistress took out a big life insurance policy…”

“Who is the main suspect?” The reporter didn’t seem satisfied with her answer.

“They think the mistress did it but there’s no actual proof. They both went missing but the only one found was Louise’s body, which had Alex’s DNA all over it. Pretty dumb of him if you ask me” She took a cigarette calmly, as if no one was around her. “It is clear that Turner killed Louise. But they don’t know how or why he went missing… maybe to not be held accountable” She lit the cigarette and took a puff. “Anyway, no one has found Turner, so the case will keep going for quite some time until they come up with a resolution. That’s all the news for today” She spoke now relaxed, and the reporters greeted her and left.

“They think she did it but they just can’t prove it…”

Once Louise’s sister was alone, she took her phone and called you. You were watching the whole case getting covered by the news, so even if you weren’t there, you were very updated with the info about it.

“Were you watching?” She said, and smiled as she heard your voice down the line, affirming. “It’s clear what that bitch is going for. She’s trying to get you involved in the Alex thing with a very weak argument in my opinion. But she’s not getting away with it” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, we know what’s gonna happen next. Thanks” You said and took a sip out of your coffee. “I’ll call you later, gotta go”

“Okay, no worries. Goodbye” She said and after ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket.

“She thinks I did it but she just can’t prove it…”

“As they said… no body, no crime” You whispered as you saw Alex’s picture coming up on the TV screen. “You knew that I wasn’t letting up until the day you died”

[ . . . ]

haiii !! thank u so much for reading :p remember that this fic is purely based on the song and I added a few details to make it a little more realistic. I don’t think I will be doing any other fic similar to this one even if I absolutely enjoyed writing it hehe anyways, thank u for stopping by !! love ya xx

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner imagine #no body no crime #taylor swift inspired #music fic #Spotify

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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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I think about if I was vash travel buddy I would probably annoy him(or be entertaining) cause we just be walking In the desert and he’s like 🚶‍♂️and I’m like 💃 behind him cause I listening to 2000s pop music on an old iPhone that still miraculously works, just dancing to Beyoncé and one direction. Or tell him old mythological stories of gods and beasts and hero’s by the campfire. I probably be good entertainment for him.

A/N: Okay, I'm dying at this concept! I'm totally gonna make it a 160GB ipod Classic tho. It has a screen for video, and soooo much more space than a dinky old iPhone xD durable af too. I miss mine ;-; I'll probably increase the era of songs as well, because I'd be right there with you doing the same damn thing!

Lost Melodies

"Gonna make a move to a town that's right for me!" Vash watched you dance alongside him to the music playing through the headphones of your family's iPod, which had been passed down since before the space fahring age. You sang little "doots" to the electronic melody as the town you left behind disappeared from the horizon.

"Town to keep me movin' keep me groovin with some energy" the smile on Vash's face widened as you raised your hands up to chest height, "Well I talk about it, talk about it, talk about it, talk about it." You opened and closed your hands as if they were talking, "talk about, talk about, talk about mo-ooovin'!" You grooved, "Gotta move on!" You had shared this music with Vash before, as the two of you had taken turns listening to music on your iPod, and Vash's Walkman.

"A-Won't you take me to… FUNKY TOOOOOWN!" You belted out into the vastness of the desert. Vash loved it when you got lost in the music when your little group had to travel on foot through the desert. Granted, this caused you to drink more water than without the additional singing, but you had bought a second canteen so you had enough water to stay hydrated.

Wolfwood and Milly also found your little concerts entertaining, Meryl…. She had her limits. She was more interested in the Audiobooks of various Mythology the little iPod contained. Vash recalled a night where the five of you relaxed around a campfire, an Audio book of Norwegian Mythology playing through a speaker through the audio jack. It told stories of Gods that were long forgotten to Gunsmoke.

"Fair enough,” said Thor. “What’s the price?” “Freya’s hand in marriage.” “He just wants her hand?” asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without too much of an argument. Tyr had, after all. “All of her,” said Loki. “He wants to marry her.” “Oh,” said Thor. “She won't like that."

They listened to the story of the fortification of Asgard. He remembered the look of horror on Wolfwood and Meryl's face when the origin of Slepnir was mentioned. He remembered the cackle that erupted from your lips, knowing another mind was ruined by the fact that The All Father, Odin, rode his own nephew into battle.

"Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. They wipe away tears that I cry…" he tuned in long enough to hear you'd changed songs, and he caught your glance towards him at the lyrics. The blush on your face made you stutter the next lyrics, but he smiled sweetly towards you.

It was late In the evening when the two of you entered Warrens City. Vash needed another tune up from Mr. Marlon. Thankfully, your journey had been smooth sailing, and you two were soon cuddled up in their shared bed, sharing the earbuds as they watched a movie on the tiny screen.

"What do you have hidden in your pocket, Sophie?" The blonde man on the screen asked. The old woman, Sophie took a red piece of paper out of her pocket, and handed it to Howl. As the paper met with his fingertips, the paper caught fire, burning a carving into the table.

"Woah, scorch marks! Howl, can you read them?" Markle, the apprentice, asked.

"This is ancient sorcery." He mused while he caressed the table outside of the scorch marks.

"You who swallowed a falling star, O' heartless man, your heart shall soon be mine. That can't be good for the table." He shook his head.

"Ugh, this movie is so pretty." You mused, and you let your head rest on Vash's shoulder.

"It really is. I wish we had more than just this movie from that animation studio." Vash leaned his head against yours, a sweet smile across his face.

One night after Vash had gotten his gun back, You, Vash and Frank went for a drink at the bar. Frank insisted on a single drink, and Vash of course went overboard.

"Hey! Vash tells me you play the guitar. Why don't you play something for open mic night?" Frank gentured over to the little stage in the corner. An acoustic guitar sat in a stand, the bar's logo painted on the front.

After some thought, you agreed, and went over to the stage. You picked up the guitar, checking to see if it was tuned, and adjusting the microphone so you could be heard while sitting on a barstool. You strummed the guitar, as you sang the opening pitches before faking a throat clear,

"Hey baby won't you look my way? I can be your new addiction. Hey baby whatcha gotta say, all you're giving me is fiction." You sang, getting the attention of the bar,

"I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time, but I find out that everybody talks, everybody talks, everybody talks." You glanced over to Vash who was already enamored by your performance, pausing mid-chat with the newly arrived insurance girls,

"it started with a whispeerrrrr, and that was when I kissed herrrrrr. And then she made my lips huuuurrt. I could hear the chit chaaaaaat. Take me to your love shaaaack. Mama's always gotta back traaaaack , when everybody talks baaack!" Your voice gave a lovely vibrato to every long note.

You concentrated on singing for Vash, something you always did when you got nervous about singing around other people. Once your brain believed it was just the two of you, you could sway to the beat, and really let loose on your vocals. You loved spreading the power of music to the people of Gunsmoke, since you held such a rare and precious outer of music long gone.

It often made you wonder about the songs that didn't make it into this device. What genre were they? What did they sound like? You guessed unless you got a time machine that you would never know. You were thankful for what you did have, because you didn't know how the people of Gunsmoke lived without it.

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Songs used:

Funky town- Lipps Inc.

Every time we touch- Cascada

Everybody talks- Neon Trees

Audio books:

Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman

Movie:

Howl's Moving Castle

#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun brain rot #vash x reader #music fic

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theghostinmeisyou · 1 year

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I was made for lovin’ you by KISS is a song about ghost x reader, and I will prove it to you.

If you somehow don’t know the song, I suggest listening to it either first or whilst reading because I’m gonna follow the lyrics on Spotify exactly (although I’m excluding all the vocalizing oooooh’s and do-do-do's)

“Tonight I wanna give it all to you”

Ghost telling you, after months of flirting, that he can’t hold back his carnal interest in you anymore.

“In the darkness there’s so much I want to do”

He dims the lights of his office, stepping closer to where you stand by the closed door.

“And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet”

Your boots knock together as he towers over you,his breathing hot and heavy, your heart galloping in your chest.

“Cause girl, I was made for you”

He cups your jaw, gloveless, running his thumb across your cheekbone and you blush. His other hand locks the door.

“And, girl, you were made for me”

Slowly he takes off his mask, revealing blonde hair and brown eyes, a slight stubble and a soft smile.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

With a burning reverence he kisses you, and you swing your arms up over his shoulders, tiptoeing to get closer into his embrace of you.

“You were made for lovin’ me��

Swiftly he grabs you by the ass and lifts you up, and per instinct you lock your legs around him.

“And I can’t get enough of you, baby”

He carries you to his desk, sweeps it clean of papers that fly everywhere, and places you on top of the desk.

“Can you get enough of me?”

You whine as he leans away, leaving you all hot and bothered, but he doesn’t go far, simply sits down in his brown leather chair.

“Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes”

He stares into your eyes, his own burning with passion unrivaled by any other person you’ve ever been with.

“Feel the magic, there’s something that drives me wild”

With confidence, he unbuckles his belt and lets loose the zipper of his army pants, revealing his black underwear and the outline of his impressive, hard as rock erection.

“And tonight we’re gonna make it all come true”

As if entirely helpless and under his sensual control, you drop to you knees between his legs, running your hand along his covered length, and hear him sigh with pleasure.

“Cause, girl, you were made for me”

You pull him out of his restraints, eyeing up his veiny shaft, hand gently holding it upright.

“And, girl, you were made for me”

You look up at him, almost as if you’re waiting for him to command you to continue. He nods.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

Without hesitation you take him into your mouth, swallowing him whole, going as deep as you can, his response being a choked moan.

“You were made for lovin’ me”

You glance up at him, and he’s staring right back, a hand covering his mouth. You hollow out your cheeks as you start a steady rhythm of sucking his cock.

“And I can’t get enough of you, baby”

Gently he places his hand in your hair, stroking it and you hum pleasantly, which vibrates perfectly around his dick, making him groan louder than intended.

“Can you get enough of me?”

His hand closes in a fist around your hair, he now has full control of the pacing and speeds it up, his hips lifting slightly as he fucks himself in your mouth. You love it.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

With a hiss he pulls you off, abstaining from cumming in your mouth, and quickly pushes you back, but you’re not worried you did something wrong, because the way he looks so starved for you is clear in his eyes and heavy breathing.

“You were made for lovin’ me”

As if in a hurry, he unbuckles and unzips your pants before yanking them and your soaking panties down, then with insistent hands on your hips, guides you onto the desk.

“And I can give it all to you, baby”

He’s suddenly on his knees, seconds later his mouth is on your dripping wet pussy, licking and sucking like it’s his favorite meal, like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to eat is you.

“Can you give it all to me?”

You throw your head back, a hand up to catch the moans that he forces out of you with his surprisingly talented tongue. He goes deeper and deeper, sticking his tongue into your hole, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Can’t get enough”

He’s quick to bring you to your first climax as he plays fervently with your clit.

“I can’t get enough”

Barely have you recovered from orgasming, when he stands up, stroking himself whilst he licks his lips clean of your slick.

“I can’t get enough”

You spread your thighs as wide as they go, bringing a hand down to separate your lips, taunting him with your eager cunt.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

He’s quick to line himself up with your tight, wet hole, looking down as he pushes in the head.

“You were made for lovin’ me”

You let out a prolonged, satisfied moan as he pushes all the way in, his grunts and groans turning you on so damn bad.

“And I can’t get enough of you, baby”

Once he’s all in, your cunt meeting the base of his dick, he grabs you by the neck and kisses you fervently, tongues meeting as you taste yourself mixed with his spit.

“Can you get enough of me?”

He pulls out as he starts a slow rhythm at first, telling you how lovely and tight you are, and as you whine, he calls you a good girl.

“I was made”

You swallow every single sound he makes with your lips pressed to his again, and it fans the flame building heat in your pussy.

“You were made”

The sounds between you, all the squelching and skin slapping, it’s intoxicating and inebriating and addictive. You never want this moment to stop.

“I can’t get enough”

He praises you, endlessly so, describing in detail what exactly you do to him, how you drive him insane, how good you are at taking his cock.

“No, I can’t get enough”

He goes faster, pounding into you, and with every thrust he glides across all the right nerves that makes you want to scream, but your hand across your mouth stops you.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

The desk shakes and rattles violently as he grabs you by the hips to gain proper leverage for his merciless thrusting. His groans become beastial growls as he pounds you.

“You were made for lovin’ me”

All the intensity is overwhelming, and you can’t keep it in any longer as you scream his name, his actual name, Simon, when you climax for a second time, and it shakes you to your very core.

“And I can’t get enough of you, baby”

Your clenching muscles brings him over the edge, too, as he thrusts in hard bursts.

“Can you get enough of me?”

Silence befalls the two of you after your earth shattering orgasms. He rests his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, and you pet his hair gently.

“I was made for lovin’ you, baby”

He huffs a laugh, smiling wide as he looks at you, telling you just how much he enjoyed it.

“You were made for lovin’ me”

And he asks if you’re ready for round two.

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