#i‘ll buy that magazine for him

[army-author]

jin scenario | ugly sweater weather

❝ kim seokjin is the most popular boy at your school. you think he’s stuck up and entitled, until you run into him at the clothing store you work at, and find him purchasing an unholy amount of ugly christmas sweaters... ❞

➸ prompt: i lost a bet and have to wear an ugly christmas sweater every day till christmas. you work at the clothing shop i keep buying them from and you’re super cute! i swear i don’t have such terrible fashion sense normally! it’s just for a bet, okay!

➸ pairing: jin x reader

➸ warnings: profanity; terrible puns

➸ requested by anon | 4.2k words | fluff, high school au

If you hear this song one more time you are going to scream.

When you first decided that you were going to work at a clothing store to make a little bit of extra money during the Christmas break, your friends had warned of tiring hours, unhappy customers, and low wages. What they had not warned you of was the fact that the same ten Christmas songs would be on repeat throughout the store for the entire festive period and it is now driving you loopy.

You heave a sigh as you fold a pile jumpers that have been rumpled into a mess by customers searching for the right size without any regard for the neat display you had set up only hours earlier.

“Cheer up,” you hear the voice of your impossibly sunny co-worker (and also best friend) beaming across to you, as he walks past with a handful of shirts on hangers. “Why the long face?” Jung Hoseok gives you grin as he passes, unrealistically happy.

“You know exactly why, Hoseok,” you pout, setting down another neatly folded shirt that you know will be unfolded again as soon as the next customer arrives. “I’ve told you that if I hear I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday one more time I am going to loose my shit.”

“Where’s your festive spirit gone?” Hoseok tisks, as he arranges the shirts on their respective racks.

“I‘ll tell you where you can shove your festive spirit,” you retort, “Right up your a-” You break off when another customer steps into the shop with the sound of the door opening a shutting, and you immediately switch on your polite shop worker smile.

Only for that smile to waver, when you spot who it is.

Kim Seokjin.

You blink a few times, unsure if your eyes are tricking you, as he steps into the shop, pushing his coal black hair back off his face, surveying the store, before he heads for the men’s section.

You glance across at Hoseok, eyes wide, and he mirrors your gaze, a smile tugging on his lips.

Kim Seokjin is one of the most popular boys at your school, and for obvious reason.

With a face that looks like it belongs on the cover of a magazine, and an athletic build and wide shoulders that look like they belong to a marble statue of an old god, Kim Seokjin has got the girls and boys at your school drooling all over him.

You’ve never actually spoken to him yourself, and never had much care to do so. He seems like the kind of person who would be up his own ass, dripping with self-congratulatory affirmations, knowing the affect that his has on other people. You would have assumed he would shop at expensive luxury stores, which is why you find yourself slack jawed and speechless to spot him standing in your local mall.

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes follow him as he makes his way around the store, picking jumpers off rails, checking the tag, and then slinging them over his arm into an ever growing mountain of festively coloured wool. Despite your own misgivings about the guy, you cannot help but admit he is attractive as you watch him, hands frozen over your task of folding, as he makes his way around to the table you’re working at.

You find him staring at the clothing in your hands, and you clear you throat, “Did you want to look at these as well?”

He blinks, eyes drawn from the jumper you are holding, up to the owner of the voice, gaze coming to rest on your face, as if he’s suddenly just noticed your existence. “Oh, yeah, thanks.”

You move out of the way for him as he looks through the jumpers you had been organising, picking out yet another piece to add to his growing collection.

“Do I know you?” he wonders as he glances up at you again, brow furrowing.

“Um, I think we go to school together,” you say.

He thinks it over. “Oh right. You have Mrs. Davis for maths, don’t you?” He smiles, happy that he finally remembered where he knows you from.

The older student has the same teacher for maths, and you’ll sometimes see him leaving the classroom before it’s time for you to enter. You’re surprised he remembered at all.

“Uh, yeah, that’s right,” you nod.

Jin grins at you, “Yeah, I knew you looked familiar. God, Mrs. Davis is scary isn’t she?”

You can’t help but chuckle when he brings up the old woman, imagining the stern fold of her brow as she scowls around at students about to go on another tirade about the importance of completing homework on time. “Yeah, she is.”

Jin nods, before heading off to another section of the shop, and you let go of a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. It turned out that not only was Jin handsome – he was actually a nice person as well. That was so much worse than you had been anticipating. Why couldn’t he just be an asshole? It’s not fair for the universe to grant someone a good face and a good personality. Your cheeks have gotten hot during your exchange with the older boy; you hurriedly start folding jumpers again, trying to distract yourself. You stare down at the jumper Jin was looking at last, sporting a woollen dog in a scarf, with the text above it: “Feliz Navi-dog!”

“Lame,” you mutter, as you fold up the shirt, and set it back. You look up, and notice that Jin is now making his way towards the tills.

Glancing around, you see that none of your co-workers are at the checkout area. You look across at Hoseok, and tilt your head towards the till meaningfully – a silent plea that he goes and deals with your latest customer.

Hoseok, very unhelpfully, gives you a devilish grin and shakes his head, mouthing, “You go!”

Rolling your eyes, you relent, and head towards the checkout area, ducking behind the counter, while Jin waits.

“Hi, there,” you smile at him, putting on your most polite tone, “Let me just get those for you.” You offer for him to set down his mountain of Christmas jumpers on the counter so that you can scan them through.

He does so, leaving a mess of wool in front of you. He’s somehow managed to choose the ugliest pieces the shop sells, opting for jumpers dripping with Christmas puns, bedazzled with tinsel and sequins – one even has a set of lights that switch on when a button in the sleeve is pressed, flashing lights as bright as a rave until they’re switched off again. Those ones have been particularly irritating to you, as almost every kid that comes into the store ends up switching on the jumper, and it’s always you that has to go and switch it off again.

As you stare at Jin’s ridiculous selection of clothes, you cannot help it – you start laughing.

The eclectic collection of ugly jumpers juxtaposed next to the demure Kim Seokjin, staring at you over an abomination of wool, is just too much for you to handle. Cackling, you duck below the counter, trying to force on a more professional smile, but to no avail. Tears are streaming from your eyes, as you stand up straight again. Trying to keep your lips pressed together to hold back another fit of giggles, you begin scanning the tags on the jumpers. Your shoulders are shaking uncontrollably, and you can feel the corners of your mouth pulling up again.

“Sorry,” you wheeze as you scan the last item, “I’m not laughing at you… It’s just… These jumpers… they’re so bad.”

Jin stares at you over the counter, a pout forming on his face. “It’s not that I like them either,” he says, his cheeks turning red as you continue to fight your giggles. You feel bad as he begins to get more and more flustered in front of you. “I lost a bet,” he explains, “And that means that I have to wear an ugly jumper every day until Christmas. I wouldn’t just go out and buys these on my own free will.”

You wipe a stray tear from your face. “Oh, that’s so ridiculous,” you sigh, trying to fight off another wave of laughter, “What did you bet on?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shrugs, “I lost anyway...”

You count out the jumpers you had just scanned through for him. Five… Six… Seven… And it was only the fifth of December. He was going to need a few more jumpers to make it to Christmas.

“Well, we’ve got some new jumpers coming in next week if you need any more,” you say, as he holds up his card to the chip and pin machine, and you begin bagging his jumpers for him.

“Oh, that’s good to know,” he says, with a smile, “Thanks.”

With a wave, he takes his bags and exits the shop, leaving you reeling at the whole strange interaction.

“Seems like you two were hitting it off,” Hoseok says, as you duck out from behind the counter, walking back to the display you had been working on, “What was all that about?”

“Oh, I just had a good giggle over the jumpers he was buying,” you smile, “He has some terrible taste in clothing.”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows at you, “Oh yeah? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were flirting.”

“I was not,” you say, giving him a warning glare, “Cut it out.”

Hoseok shrugs, “I’m just saying. Lots of girls and boys in our school would murder to even have Kim Seokjin look at them, let alone talk to them.”

“Well, he’s just human like the rest of us,” you say, “I don’t get what the appeal is at all.”

But even as you say this, you are slowly beginning to understand the allure yourself, thinking back to the conversation you just had with him, and his glowing cheeks as he had explained his predicament to you.

As you return to folding clothes, even the repetitive Christmas tunes blasting from the shop’s speakers can’t sour the smile on your face.

- ✻ ✻ ✻ -

The next week, you’re in the middle of setting up the display for the shop’s main window, placing Santa hats on the mannequins that wave out to the passers-by, when Jin walks into the shop again.

His face is turning pink with the dropping temperature, his plush lips a shocking red against his face as he steps in from the cold, fixing his wind wrecked hair. You can see he’s wearing one of the Christmas jumpers that he bought at your store earlier, with the caption, “Yes, Queen, Sleigh!” over pink wool below a picture of Santa’s sleigh.

Trying not to cringe internally at the terrible pun, you wave over to Jin as he steps inside, “I see you’ve returned. Back for more crimes against Christmas jumpers?”

Jin looks down at the jumper he’s currently wearing, rubbing at the back of his neck with an awkward laugh, “Guilty as charged.”

You smile, “Our new selection is over there.” You point out the new arrivals to him.

Giving you a thumbs up as thanks, he wanders over to the sweaters for a browse, while you continue working on the display, adjusting the mannequins poses to ensure they look just right.

With the display looking how you want, you take a step back to admire your handiwork, and forget that there’s a step down from the window.

Your heart jumps into your mouth, as you fall backwards. You wince, ready for the impact of the floor. Instead, you find yourself steadied by someone’s arms, and look up to see Jin peering down at you, his arm around your waist, holding you back from your unscheduled meeting with the floor.

“Woah there,” he chuckles, as you blink up at him, “That was almost a disaster.”

“Um, yeah,” you blunder, lost for any sensible words as you stare up at him. How had you never realised how attractive he really was? Sure, he looked like a movie-star or a musician, but you’d never been able to see his appeal beyond that until now. It’s the realness of him - beyond the parts that remind you of Hollywood – the lines that form on his forehead when he frowns, the slight blemishes on his skin when he flushes, the golden flecks in the chocolate of his irises, all of it coming together to form a person beyond the persona you’ve heard of at school. You find yourself entranced, stammering over your words, as you straighten up again, pulling away from him.

“Um, are you ready to pay?” you ask, brushing your hair off your face, and straightening your shirt, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, as if you didn’t just fall straight into Jin’s arms, and straight into a crush in the process.

“Oh, yeah,” Jin nods, holding up another pile of jumpers, “Got some more.”

You wrinkle your nose at the gaudy jumpers invading your vision. “You say this is all for a bet, but are you sure you don’t just secretly love ugly jumpers?” You squeeze past the boxes cluttering up the way behind the counter, and begin scanning through his newest haul for him.

“I promise my sense of fashion is better normally,” Jin insists, as you choke back a groan at a particularly egregious sweater that shows an elf with a smartphone saying, “Let’s go take an elfie!”

“I’ll need to see some proof of that,” you tell Jin as you wait for him to pay, “Because at the moment, your taste is looking questionable.”

“Just wait until Christmas is over,” Jin says, “I’ll come back and actually get some nice clothes for myself.”

You chuckle, “Well, I look forward to seeing that.” You flush at the insinuation that suggests you’re looking forward to seeing Jin again. Perhaps you are, but you don’t want him to know that. You don’t want to just be another person falling under the charms of the most popular boy in your high-school. As you pack up Jin’s clothes into a shopping bag, you say, “I really am curious what bet you could loose that would cause you to go through with all of this.”

Jin pushes a hand through his hair, “Well, if you really must know, I lost a bet with my friends that I’d actually get a date before December.”

“Really?” You lean back, eyes widening, “I find that very difficult to believe.”

“Why’s that?” he asks, wrinkling his brow in confusion.

“I mean, come on – look at you,” you wave a hand at him, “You’re Kim Seokjin! You’re the most popular guy at our school! You’re handsome, and funny, and kind. I know so many people who’d give anything just to have a chance with you! And you say you can’t get yourself a date?”

“You really think I’m handsome, and funny, and kind?” he asks, a twinkle in his eye.

“Well...” You find your cheeks burning as you realise what you’ve just said, “Everyone thinks that!” You stumble over your words, trying to justify them, but the more he stares at you, the more you find yourself rambling, body growing hotter with embarrassment. “I’m just saying that it’s weird that someone like you can’t get a date.”

He nods in earnest, “But I really can’t. I wouldn’t be forced to wear all these ugly jumpers otherwise!”

“But I swear, anyone you asked would go out with you,” you continue, as you hand him his bag of shopping, stuffed to the brim with atrocious Christmas jumpers.

“Even you?” he asks.

You pause, unsure if you’ve heard correctly. “What?”

“Would you go out with me if I asked you on a date?”

You blink at him, unsure if he’s joking or serious. “That – that depends… Are you going to be wearing one of those awful sweaters on the date? Because if so, then… no.”

His mouth pulls into a teasing frown, “I didn’t realise you were so shallow.” He shrugs, “Okay then. What if I asked you after I’ve proven that my taste in fashion isn’t quite so terrible?”

You shrug, toying with the idea, “I guess you’d just have to try it and find out.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge,” he grins as he turns away from you, heading towards the door. You stare after him, finding a cheesy smile glued to your face that you can’t get rid of, watching him leave the shop.

“And you say you weren’t flirting...” Hoseok chortles behind you.

You spin around to find him squeezing behind the counter to grab some spare clothing hangers.

“What?” you say, fighting the heat that’s rising to your face, “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Suuure,” Hoseok chuckles, as he walks off humming along to the Christmas tunes playing through the shop.

You turn back to the door, where you see Jin waving back at you through the window, before he continues out of sight, his bag of monstrous sweaters in hand.

You smile after him. Maybe Hoseok’s right. Maybe you were flirting… Let it be flirting. With Kim Seokjin, who can blame you?

- ✻ ✻ ✻ -

The next few weeks at the shop go by without incident. As Christmas creeps closer, you keep an eye out for Jin, but he doesn’t return to the shop as the days count down. You cannot help but feel disappointed.

You only have this part-time job until the end of the Christmas holidays, as the manager only needed an extra helper during their most busy period. As your time in the shop creeps closer to its end, you wonder if Jin will show up again. You had enjoyed your little chats over ugly Christmas sweaters.

However, as your final day at the store rolls around, just after the New Year, with no sign of Jin, you decide that it was wishful thinking to imagine seeing him again.

You feel particularly glum as you pace around the store, picking up the Christmas decorations that adorn the displays, your manager asking you to move them out of the way now that the holidays are almost over.

“Hey, stop pouting over there,” Hoseok calls as he walks past you with a box of Christmas decorations, “You’re making the whole shop feel gloomy.”

“I’m not pouting,” you pout back at him.

“Uh huh...” Hoseok does not believe you. Setting down his box, he threads his way through the clothing racks to where you’re stood, “Come on, what’s wrong? I though you’d be happy now that you don’t have to listen to Christmas tunes every day.”

“I know,” you blow a sigh past your lips, “I said I’m fine.”

Hoseok considers, “Is this because you haven’t seen Jin in a while?”

“What? No way,” you shake your head, as you stretch to pull down a piece of tinsel from one of the mirrors.

“Oh hoh...” An evil grin spreads across Hoseok’s face, “I think that’s what it is! I think you’ve got yourself a crush.”

“No I don’t! Shut up,” you hiss, your cheeks flushing, betraying your true feelings.

“Don’t worry,” Hoseok says, “If he shows up in the store after you leave, I’ll be sure to give him your number.”

You sigh, “You can do whatever you want Hoseok. But like I said, I don’t like him like that.”

As you stomp away, tinsel in hand, you can still hear Hoseok snickering behind you.

- ✻ ✻ ✻ -

You don’t think much of your exchange with Hoseok. It doesn’t even cross your mind again until that evening, when you’ve finished your final shift, leaving Hoseok to work the last hour in the shop before closing. The air is frigid as you walk back down the street, heading home. You wonder if Jin would ever go back to the shop looking for you. It’s a silly idea. You try to shake it from your head.

As it was your final day, you’d been gifted a few things by your co-workers – some ‘Sorry to see you go’ cards, along with some cake, the remainders of which are weighing down your bag as you walk up the street.

You feel your phone vibrate in your coat pocket, and fumble, pulling off your gloves to swipe the pattern on your lock screen with your numb fingers.

You see a text from Hoseok in all-caps: “GET BACK TO THE SHOP”

Wondering if you’ve forgotten something, you turn on your heel, heading back the way you came. As you pace back, you go over the possible options of what you could have missed. You remembered to give back the shop keys before you left, and you took your last pay slip from your manager. What could you possibly have forgotten?

As you walk back down the high-street, filled with straggling shoppers, you see the lights of the mall, and hurry forward, curiosity burning.

Inside, you take the familiar route through the ground floor, back to the shop, where you see Hoseok waving at you from the door. You follow him inside.

“What is it Hoseok?” you ask, breathless from your hurried walk back, “What did I forget?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok says.

“Then why did you call me over here?” you demand, “You seriously gave me a heart attack when I saw your message.”

Hoseok glances to a spot behind your shoulder, then back to you, and you turn around to see where he’s looking. There, stood behind you, is Kim Seokjin.

Any questions you have for Hoseok are blocked in your mouth as you stare at Jin. He’s not in an ugly sweater any more. Instead, he’s dressed in a well fitting shirt, with a sleek jacket over the top, and jeans that show off the athletic legs you’ve heard the girls cooing over during gym class.

“Hi,” he raises a hand to wave at you.

“Um, hi,” you say, turning back to look at Hoseok, “Is this why you called me back?”

“Yep,” Hoseok grins, “Jin said he wanted to speak to you.”

“Did he?” Turning back to Jin, you find yourself suddenly shy.

With some unexpected tact from Hoseok, he says, “I’ve actually got some chores I gotta do in the stock room. I’ll be in there if you need me.” As he walks to the store’s back room, you find yourself alone with Jin.

“I told you my sense of fashion wasn’t usually so bad,” Jin says, indicating to his outfit.

You have to admit, he certainly does not look bad. Actually, he looks really good. “Okay,” you relent, “So when you’re not sporting Christmas sweaters, I’ll confess you don’t actually look awful.”

Jin grins, “So are you willing to admit my taste isn’t as bad as you thought?”

“You might just have picked out a good outfit by mere luck. But you do look nice without those god-awful sweaters.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, heart thudding as you wait for Jin to speak. He takes a breath as if he’s ready to respond, but then he doesn’t say anything.

“Hoseok said that you wanted to see me?” you press him gently, “Was there something you wanted to say?”

“Yeah,” Jin runs a hand through his hair, suddenly looking bashful, “Actually… I… wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me?”

You blink, unable to process this. Your brain seems to be blue screening.

Worry floods his face. “Sorry, did I get the wrong idea? Am I creeping you out?”

You shake the fog from your head, “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you were actually being serious.”

“Of course I was serious,” he sticks out his bottom lip in a slight pout, “I like you. And you said you’d consider it if I could prove my fashion sense wasn’t terrible… so?”

You chuckle, “I suppose I did say that, didn’t I?” A pleasing rush of heat sweeps through you as the reality of the situation clicks, brain finally catching up. “Of course, Jin. I’d love to go on a date with you!”

His face breaks into a beam. “If only you’d said that a month ago. Then I wouldn’t have had to go through the embarrassment of wearing all those sweaters.”

“Yeah, but without those sweaters, you wouldn’t have got to know me,” you counter.

“That’s true.”

“Admit it,” you grin, “You do like those jumpers.”

He raises his heands in defeat. “Alright, so sue me. I think ugly sweaters have a certain charm.”

You laugh, “I suppose I can see that charm too. If it’s you wearing it, I can see the appeal.”

- THE END -

➸ author’s note: thank you for reading. i really hope that you enjoyed it~ feel free to leave a message letting me know what you thought :)

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[kunugigaoka-headcanons]

I‘m sick and and Idk what to do, that’s why I‘ll make headcanons with three of my favorite babies now. Maybe I‘ll even make more tomorrow, but who knows. I hope you like them as much as I do!

Please enjoy them

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Karma, Itona & Gakushu x Sick so

Karma:

-would buy you any food you want

-holds your hand the whole time until you eventually fall asleep

-"Karma, you‘ll get sick too.." "I don’t care. I won’t leave. Come on, don‘t be mad about it, I won’t get sick."

-gives you his Nintendo so you can pass the time

-would show you embarrassing pictures of Class E to make you laugh

-since you’re too weak to defend yourself rn he’d show you really embarrassing pictures he took of you

-he‘d still tease you, even tho you just want to fucking rest

-is still sweet to you and won’t leave you until you get better

Itona:

-would question why you even got sick in the first place

-if you want him to hold your hand you‘d have to tell him bc he won’t do it on his own

-"You keep looking at me like that, do you want anything?"

-he isn’t the most affectionate person, but he‘d maybe sit down next to you and attempt to comfort you

-would at some point just give you chocolate because he doesn’t know what else to do

-"Don‘t forget to take your medicine."

-would let you read his erotic magazines, but if you said no he’d simply read them himself while sitting next to you

Gakushu:

-won‘t leave your side

-forces you to learn despite being sick

-"Gakushu, I can‘t concentrate tho..." "You have to learn or else you‘ll end up being in Class E! I don’t want that!"

-apart from that he‘d be the sweetest person ever

-he‘d even buy you a plushie or sweets, literally anything to make you feel better

-he wouldn‘t care if he got sick too, so he just pulls you on his lap and hugs you until you fall asleep

-Feeds you pocky sticks

-gives you headpats every now and then

-constantly reminds you to take your medicine and that you should rest

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Well, that’s for that, Hope you enjoyed them!

~M

#assassination classroom headcanons #assassination classroom #gakushu x reader #itona x reader #karma x reader #gakushuu asano #karma akabane #itona horibe

[jbbuckybarnes]

Professor Sugar - 5/7

Pairing: Student!Reader x Professor!Bucky Description: Like tons of other students you struggle with finances, but you can’t get any aid since your parents are filthy rich. The system doesn’t care that they broke off contact after you came out as bisexual. There is, however, someone else that cares. The prof of your class on PTSD and trauma. Professor Barnes. Warnings: 18+, f/m smut, oral (female receiving), secret relationship, not beta read.

Professor Sugar Masterlist // Masterlist

Symbiosis

Not too long after a routine had started to develop he finally took you to his place after one of your study and work sessions in his office. You knew this was about to get real. Until now it was a cute little romance with a few kisses behind the curtains. While you were sitting in his car, watching his eyes concentrated on the street, you realized how much more this would be set in stone. „You look cute when you drive.“ You mumbled towards him, cuddled into your jacket on the passenger seat. „Well, you look cute always.“ He chuckled before he turned into a side street with a few apartment complexes.

The moment you walked into his door you were met with a mix of white, black, navy and dark wood. „You really fucking play into this professor thing.“ You mumbled while looking around. Most walls were white, some with pictures in dark wood frames, his open living room had a bookcase wall full of all kinds of books and magazines. Most of his decor was white and navy, his kitchen black and white. „But you like it.“ He murmured into your ear and made you chuckle. „I mean, it could look worse.“ You looked up at him beside you. „Want some lunch, darling?“ He asked putting a bit of hair behind your ear. „Sure, why not?“ You smiled up before following him towards the kitchen.

White marble counters, probably fake, but looking good nonetheless. You jumped up to sit down on the isle and dangled your legs back and forth. „What would you like? Pancakes? Pasta?“ „Pasta, always. Although the pancakes sound good for another time.“ You bit your lip as he started putting a pot of water on the stove and started cutting up tomatoes. He looked like someone who cooked every now and then as a hobby. There were some cool appliances on the counter opposite to the kitchen isle. „I don‘t know if this hot or just domestic.“ You commented and had him look over with a little smile. „I‘d be happy with spreading either of those vibes.“ He answered before putting the stuff he cut up into another pot, pouring sieved tomatoes over it and dumping a pack of pasta into the water. „Hmm, what else do you like to cook?“ You asked with him leaning back across from you now. „I make a mad Asparagus-Potato-Tart and I also like to think that I make great stuffed tomatoes.“ He smiled proudly. „I like to make layered desserts for my friends‘ birthdays...and cupcakes.“ You smiled brightly and had him move right in front of you. „What else?“ He smiled up at you, more boyish than usual. You liked that look on him. „Mushroom soup, all self-made.“ You smiled. „You‘ll have to make me something next time.“ His voice dropped. „Sure, if you don‘t die a sudden sugar death.“ You giggled and were interrupted by a kiss. „If I die from sweetness, then it‘s from your sweetness.“ He murmured before leaving you there hot in your face while he finished making the food. After you ate while sitting on the kitchen isle together and you had an entire talk about the shittiness of your rich parents, he jumped back down onto the floor. The dirty plates landed in the dishwasher and the pots in the sink. He turned around with a suave look on his face and started talking again, „What do you say...good grades mean you‘ll get something nice. Letting me take care of you means you‘ll get something special.“ He suggested. „Like what?“ You smirked while leaning back, your legs slowly going apart. „Don‘t know. Maybe clothes, jewelry, a new phone?“ He grabbed you closer by one leg and your lower back and his voice got low, „Fancy underwear, sex toys, a new bed.“ „Why a new bed?“ You grinned. „Might ruin the one you have now, if you keep teasing me like that, sweetheart.“ He answered almost growling, making you shiver. „You like that?“ He whispered into your ear. „Yes. Yes I do.“ You whispered a little out of it. „You want me to take care of you, darling?“ His hands went up your thighs now, sending tingles down up your body. „Please, I haven‘t had good sex in months.“ You whined and got a chuckle back. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll take care of you.“ He murmured, his lips tracing your neckline and shoulder. „Up.“ He tapped your thighs and you did as you were told. His hands delicately removed your leggings and panties. Only thing still covering you being your big hoodie. His hands gently pushed apart your legs again and his lips now traced from your right knee towards your center. His attentive eyes were trained on you as your head fell back with a moan. A tongue went through your folds and swirled around your clit as you shivered again. „Oh fuck.“ You moaned out again as he pushed your legs to stay where they are. One of your hands went to grab into his short hair to grab his mouth as close to your center as you can. He got the note and licked right over your sweet spot. „Please.“ You whined out before he sucked it in and made your moan out. He went for it now, shaking his head, sucking in your clit and humming. Your body started shaking, shivering and concentrating its energy onto that one spot. „Holy shit!“ You panted as he pushed to fingers into you and stroking that spot. „Bucky.“ You moaned out and felt him chuckle. „Oh shit, I‘m gonna-“ you moaned out again and were unable to talk again. With another suck of your clit you came all over his chin with a loud groan. „That‘s my girl.“ He chuckled, cleaning his face off, „And now I‘ll actually take care of you.“ He got rid of his pants and climbed on top of you, smiling down. „I guess tomatoes aren‘t the only things you like to stuff in the kitchen.“ you commented dryly and you both broke out into laughter, before he shut you up with a kiss and a push. He managed the perfect balance between making love and merciless fucking. Just the right amount of delicateness mixed with dominance. You never had felt like you were in such good hands.

„Am I missing something?“ You held out your iPad to him and he took it to read over your new study notes, comfortably leaning back on his couch. „Maybe a mind map of the process and the cycles, so you get what is connected and what is recurring.“ He mumbled and handed back the tablet in true professor demeanor. „Thanks.“ You smile sweetly before concentrating back on your studying. It was important to him that your studying and college experience stayed as normal and focused as possible and you totally respected that. His little comments were noted like an email between student and professor, not like a couple that just had a makeout session after one of them got back to the couch. „Causes...Symptoms...Recovery.“ You whispered as you wrote your mind map and had a fond smile directed at you that you weren‘t aware of. „Pancakes with self-made apple sauce.“ You presented to him proudly a week later. He was grading assignments the entire day and didn‘t leave his desk, so you decided to start making dinner for the two of you. His kitchen was decently filled with fresh food and you had the urge for something sweet. He looked up from his work with a soft smile and a shimmer in his eyes, „You are really something, aren‘t you?“ You grinned, „I might be.“ He tried your food and nodded, „Sweet, just like you.“ A wink was sent your way. With a giggle you trotted off to get yourself your share of the food. The evening was spent with you making a few notes for other courses and him creating a new presentation on his Macbook next to you. It was all feeling so natural and domestic. You came over a few days a week, you both talked a lot, had sex, one of you made food and you both either spent the evening working, watching Netflix or being all over each other.

„Open it.“ He held a little box towards you after you both came home from college. „Bucky.“ You looked up apprehensive. He said he was willing to buy you some really expensive things for „letting him take care of you“ and you had also talked about this whole thing not only being a sexual but also a romantic relationship...but it still felt weird getting gifts, knowing now, that is in part paid by sexual favors. This was a weird limbo of sugar daddy and older boyfriend. „Just do it, please.“ He smiled so boyishly and sweet you couldn‘t say No. You carefully removed the wrapping paper bit by bit with patient eyes on you. After the last bit of tape was off you removed the paper and revealed a sleep black and white packaging with a „Google“ logo and a phone on it and looked up with wide eyes. „Bucky! You can‘t just…“ You were unable to find words. „Sweetheart, your current phone is almost 5 years old. And this one has a good camera, so you can make that study Instagram stuff.“ He sounded so out of time saying it but so nerdy too. Of course he would check all the specs on your old phone and this new one. „I, um, wow.“ You took the packaging and turned it onto every possible direction. „Open it.“ He said a little giddy himself now and you chuckled. With your fingernail you got off the sealing sticker and carefully lifted the top part off to reveal a lot of tiny manuals, a gorgeous phone and a few cables. „Woah.“ Your eyes went wide. Your old phone still had a home button and a kinda bulky design compared to this...Google Pixel. „I think it‘s already charged. Put it on.“ He smiled next to you on the couch. „Okay, okay. Calm down, nerd.“ You giggled and got a little pinch into your side for it while pressing the On-Button. The rest of the day was spent with the new phone, taking all the pictures in the world, searching for a nice case and „Thanking“ him thoroughly. The next morning was spent stealing his decorations and taking flatlay pictures for your new Instagram on his coffee table. Including a post-shower interruption of him, ending in shirtless pictures of him on your phone. „Great, I have a new background.“ You grinned. „If one of the other students see that, you‘re toast.“ He said more joking than serious. „I‘ll just crop the head and hold it up whenever you walk in front of me.“ You winked and had him grab you with a laugh. „Sugar, you‘re the best.“ He murmured before landing a kiss and letting you get back to work.

„So, um, I need to get this out of the way.“ You mumbled sitting in front of him on the bed. „Yeah?“ He sat up and grabbed your hands. „I don‘t really...feel good with all the gifts. It makes all the fun we have so...materialistic. I feel like I‘m using you and might be used myself. And I know you don‘t and I don‘t do that either, but it just feels a little bit that way. So, uh, maybe don‘t gift me things for a while. I don‘t want sex to be a currency between us.“ You finally got it out in the way you had been wanting to for days and weeks now. He already knew you usually didn‘t like gifts that much, but you never fully explained why. The only talk you had was that this was not a relationship based on sexual favors and that you actually had feelings for each other. This just needed to get out of the way. „I can hold that promise until the end of the semester.“ He smiled cheekily. „Well, that‘s when your true intentions come out if you have any.“ you joked. You didn‘t expect him to turn on you or change much after you weren‘t his student anymore. But it would definitely not feel off anymore to be together and get gifts. It would be the time you‘d go from dating into an official relationship if everything went smoothly. „True intentions, huh?“ He smirked and eyed you intently, „You mean supporting my girl to become the business and psychology boss that I can already see her as?“ „Maybe I‘ll turn into your sugar mommy.“ You shrugged and you both spent the evening laughing and dreaming together a perfect life.

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Guaranteed to blow your mind  (Roger Taylor smut)

Notes: Bear with me, this is my first ever smut. I’m sorry for mistakes and bad writing. English is not my first languages. Inaccuracies can occur concerning the band. (including Deaky joining Queen).  I’m also planning on making more parts of this including sub!Roger. Let’s see how this goes :) Feedback is always appreciated, so I know how to improve my writing.. ALRIGHT let’s do it  Summary: Felicity is a well known and experienced groupie. Roger a rock star on the rise.    Words: 3.7k+ 

Warnings: cursing, sub!Roger  smut: a tiny bit of edging, blowjob, unprotected sex

Felicity, also known as 'fizz Fliss' in the Rock N‘Roll scene always knew what she wanted. She knew it since the day she moved out from her parent’s home at the tender age of only 16 years old. School had never been one of her interests, instead she loved getting in trouble and the feeling of adrenaline rushing through her veins.

Fliss had a big dream, as well as many fantasies. Being a groupie.

Chasing rockstars from city to city, spending the whole night in clubs, drinking, doing hard drugs and having the time of her life with the musician of the night afterwards. She followed bands and artists such as Led Zeppelin, The Who, David Bowie, Aerosmith and The Rolling Stones, just to name a few.

At only 20 years old, she had already made a name for herself. Everyone knew her. Women/ girls wanted to be like her, and men longed to spend a night with her. The 'groupie chasing rockstar scenario soon changed to the opposite. It was the most famous men in rock that all wanted a piece of her and they somehow always gave her a piece of themselves in the form of presents. There would not pass a day without a few parcels delivered to her doorstep, containing the latest fashion, lingerie, makeup, booze, sometimes just money. Most of the parcels had a long journey behind them, many hadmade its way all the way from America and Australia to her flat in London. Besides the adoration and money that was spent on her, Felicity was the muse of many songs that later went on to become classics. When you asked her about how she attracted the attention of all the musicians, she simply claimed that it was all about the glam rock inspired clothes she wore. Beside her well known reputation as groupie, she wasn’t just a typical groupie you’d fuck and chuck. Felicity was often photographed alongside other rock musicians for magazines and ads.

Summer of 1971

 It was very hot day when Fliss stepped into the De Lane Lea Studios in London, to meet up with a band she’d been following since the beginning, which happened to be ‘The Who’.  They’d been there to record their fifth studio album titled ‘Who’s Next’.

 The room where the mixing board was situated was already filled with clouds of smoke, as she emerged and was quickly greeted with a hug.

“Ahh finally. Glad you could come. Missed you, love, how have you been?” Roger Daltrey, the lead singer greeted her with a quick peck on the cheek, while bassist John Entwistle beside them was just about to snort a line of cocaine from the tabletop, that was else covered in bottles of heavy alcohol. Glyn Johns, the producer had already been fiddling with some of the buttons on the mixing board, adding finishing touches to a record from a different band. It surprised her, knowing that Roger (D), John (E), Keith and Pete never liked sharing their studio time. They always used it to full extend, no matter what.

 “you really thought I would miss the opportunity to watch you guys record, huh? I wouldn’t even think about it. besides, I wanted to personally thank Keith here” she was pointed her finger into the drummer’s direction “ for the beautiful necklace. It must have cost you a fortune.” she laughed, clasping the little diamond that graced her decollete and she approached the drummer to place herself in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“yeah it actually did, honey.. but you‘re totally fucking worth it” he replied with a smug smile on his face, caressing her cheek with one hand.

“now come on, baby” Keith fiddled with the pocket of his jacket, only to pull out a pack filled to the brim with white powder. Fliss was quick to realize his intentions, so she pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her in a red lace bra, another precious present.

 “fuck, see that‘s what I‘m talking about, baby” bringing his hand to lightly grope her breast

“I‘ll buy you 10 of those necklaces. No, I‘ll buy you anything you want, honey” he mumbled and managed to pour a line of the white gold onto the space between her breasts and rolled a 5-pound note to snort it from there. Keith didn‘t manage to catch all of the white powder at once, so he leant his head forward to lick the rest off and rub it on his gums. Their little get together was soon cut off by a loud thump as the door opened and 4 men stood there, totally caught off guard. 4 rather shocked faces. Newbies.  

 “seriously guys? Have you switched to male groupies now? “Fliss laughed sitting herself up in Keith’s lap, to get a better look of them.

 The men at the door seemed really embarrassed, with their heads turning as red as a tomato, except for one guy with long, dark brown hair and high cheekbones. He managed to step forward: “sorry are we interrupting something here? We can come back later?!”

“no, no, come in it‘s alright. Suit yourself” Roger (D) invited the men in with a gesture towards the little table with booze, cigarettes, pills and cocaine.

“Fliss, baby, may I present to you, her majesty: Queen, they‘re new, have some potential AND they are here to record some stuff today” Pete chuckled and winked at her.

 “oh really? And why haven‘t I heard of them yet?” she laughed while studying the men who were still stood by the door having not moved in the slightest. They seemed intimidated. It felt like a game for Felicity and hell, she loved to play. It was true, the band had only started to rehears songs for their first album a few months prior and received a little bit of recognition by playing rather small gigs. They were young, on the rise, seeking attention and where else could you get that from if not from one of London’s most iconic and definitely loudest rock bands of all time?

 “hey hey, I know you. Fuck dear, no I adore you... you are Felicity? Living the dream, right? damn... I bet this was also a present” he winked pointing at her bra. “I‘m Freddie by the way” he took a few steps forward to shake her hand, then heading back to his band mates who still haven’t moved in the slightest..

 “this is her Rog, the girl I told you about the other day” Freddie whispered to the blond-haired boy, gently nudging his side, he just nodded with flushed cheeks. His wavy, dirty blonde hair barely touched his shoulder and his bright blue eyes didn‘t quite know what to focus on, trying to play off the embarrassment. An awkward silence filled the room, until Freddie decided to plunge himself down next to Pete on one of the leather couches trying to lighten the mood. 

“and the others? Do you also have any names? “Felicity stood up from Keith’s lap and made her way towards the men as they introduced themselves to her as Brian, Roger and Mike. Mike was Queen’s bass player at the time and was very soon after replaced by our precious Deaky.

 As the tension and embarrassment settled, the "new boys" managed to get comfortable with a little booze. A magic recipe that always seemed to help loosen everyone up. Roger Daltrey was like the dad of the group, he didn’t take any hard drugs, just sleeping pills, but who didn’t? He also occasionally did a little pot. Roger Daltrey always felt the need to be the tough one, to look out for everyone. He had to, dealing with his bandmates which basically consisted of three addicts. Pete was an alcoholic, John (E) was an alcoholic. All three of them were doing speed and every other kind of drug you could imagine. Roger (D) never touched any cocaine, never had a try of it. He always felt responsible, as singing was his ‘instrument’ in the band and he felt like he would have never been able to master his skills while intoxicated. He tried to lead Fliss into another direction many times, away from her lifestyle, stating points that she would not have a future continuing like this, if she ever got out alive. He just wanted the best for all them, treating them like children of his own somehow.

 “what’s it like, darling?” Freddie asked curiously, he took a sip from his vodka-soda. “I want to know the details, any weird sex habits out there in the world of Rock ‘N’Roll? Any new kinks to know about “he asked flashing his unique, bright teeth at her with a smile. 

“Fred” Brian warned by shooting him a glare.

“Oh, come on Bri, stop acting as if you’re not interested in what this hot little thing here might have to spill” Freddie turned his attention back to Fliss.  “besides I think my good friend Rog here also might be interested” Freddie pointed in his direction, but his blond friend was too occupied having a chat with Keith.  It was obvious that one of his ears was always curiously listening to what she might have had to say. Roger’s eyes also betrayed him by stealing little glances, when he thought that she wasn’t looking.

“ok well... so sorry to disappoint you, but a lady never tells, but” she winked at Freddie and his eyes widened for more gossip as she continued.

“there’s loads of traveling, fine booze, the best cigarettes, expensive clothes and meals, you know the drill” she made a gesture at her body signaling great sex. “a real killer queen” Freddie smiled at her while pouring yet another glass for both of them and they clinked them together, getting lost in another conversation about antiques and all things expensive and glamorous. All of which Freddie admired. “Splendid! I already know we are going to get along perfectly, darling.”

 Freddie moved on to talk to his own band mate Brian again, but the spot beside her on the couch was soon filled by Roger. He clutched his whiskey on the rocks in his hand and was quickly caught off guard.

 -Aren’t you a little too young to drink, Roger? I mean how old are you? 16? 17??? - Fliss asked loud enough for the others to hear as she placed her feet onto his lap, resting them there, while the others started to laugh once they overheard her assumption.

 “no...no I.. I‘m actually 22”  he nervously stuttered.

“Hah I never thought to see the day that Rog can‘t get a word out to impress a girl” Freddie laughed, taking another sip from his alcoholic beverage.

 “no wonder. He‘s probably starstruck, keeps all your pics from the newspapers in his bedside drawer, ever since Fred told him about you” Mike laughed loudly while Roger was getting slightly embarrassed and his cheeks turned pink. No, not embarrassed, he felt humiliated.

 “oh, is that so Roger?”  Fliss said as she got up with a G&T in her hand.

“don‘t mind, do ya Rog?” batting her eyelashes at him, he shook his head and she placed herself onto his lap. Once she was situated comfortably, she smiled at him.

“hi” threw her arms around his neck and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “hi” he smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her touch burned into his skin and within seconds his semi could be slightly felt on her thigh. The effect she had on him made her want to play this game even more.

 “oioioi, someone‘s gonna get lucky, huh?” Pete teased, making her playfully shake her head and roll her eyes. “And he might be the only one tonight” she replied, making all of them go quiet. Felicity felt kind of bad for all the teasing Roger had to bear. It was meant to be her job. Hers only.

“I’m not making you feel uncomfortable, am I?” she asked the blond boy with a hint of concern in her voice, brushing his soft hair over his shoulder.

“nnn no, not at all. I’m fine, perfectly fine” Perfect.

 Roger was quiet and frozen as Felicity constantly shifted in his lap. It made him even harder, painfully hard. Of course, she knew exactly what she was doing, as teasing was her specialty. But this boy was different, quiet, nervous, a perfect prey.

 Roger’s eyes nervously scanned the room, silently praying that no one would notice his now throbbing bulge in his pants. Felicity saw it all and felt him violently throb against his pants as her core was pressed up against him. So, she decided to fuel the fire even more. Another specialty of hers.

 She scanned Roger‘s face with her eyes, then slightly started nibbling his ear, which earned a light moan from him.  She continued kissing along his jawline, making his eyes tightly shut. He was trying his best, not to buck into her. “you’re almost too pretty to be rockstar” Roger opened his eyes as she caressed his right cheek, while her other hand was playing with his hair.

Roger swallowed hard, trying not to moan any louder. He was frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about his miserable situation, the fear of getting caught any second creeping up on him. His only goal at this point was trying not to come in his pants right then there.

- Oh I.. I.. thank you.. you‘re p..pretty- he stuttered.

She continued lightly bouncing in his lap, purposely grinding her ass against Roger‘s clothed length, while the most innocent look on her face. A smirk was plastered on her face as she earned another groan from him.

"What‘s wrong, Roger?" she asked innocently.

"You alright, mate?" John (E) asked from the sofa on the opposite side, he answered with a little nod, trying to keep it together.

Leaning closer to Roger she whispered in his ear: "you‘re so hard down there, huh? Do I really have such an effect on you? I didn‘t even do anything."

Felicity kept tracing patterns into the skin of his neck and chest, which was exposed due to his unbuttoned shirt. It was cute how every little touch and pattern traced along his sensitive skin made him shiver.

 - let‘s go out to eat something, guys, we‘ve got the studio all day long, you can record later- Roger (D) clapped his hands together and jumped up from his seat.

 “Roger are you coming or you glued to that couch? “Freddie joked as Roger glared back at him. Roger knew that he couldn‘t get up, not like that, not with a massive hardon. That would be too embarrassing, and the boys would forever pick on him.

 “actually, we‘ll join you later, King‘s pub it is?“ Felicity asked, shooting them a wink.

 Keith nodded, leaning down to her: “alright, honey, take care” the brunette drummer said as he stole a kiss from her. 

 A wave of relief rushed over Roger as there was only him and Fliss left in the room. Well, as much relief as he could possibly get, despite the problem in his pants.

“so, are you a bassist? singer? “Felicity teased as she brought her face close to his, caressing his right cheek, lightly rubbing circles with her thumb.

 “no I‘m m.. 'm the drummer” he stuttered nervously. “you know it‘s not very nice to not look at me when you’re talking to me” she shifted even more back and forth in his lap, feeling his hard cock through his pants. “you’re lucky, I have a thing for drummers” speeding up her movement, adding even more friction.

 “uhh please” Roger groaned looking deep into her eyes. “what Roger, what do you need?” leaning forward, breathing into his ear. “Is this what you need?” she placed a kiss on his left cheek, he violently shook his head in response.

 “what have been doing with those pictures your band member mentioned earlier, huh? Have you been a naughty boy?” she teased, continuing to torture him further, pressing even harder into him.

“y.. yes, been naughty, touching myself to your pictures...want you.... wanted you since the first time I saw you” he whined, eyebrows knitted in frustration.

“oh really?” Felicity definitely had her fun with this. She often adopted the role of the submissive, in fact, a willing sub. But dominating a guy, making him practically melt in her hands, was just another level. Nothing could ever compare to that.

Roger didn‘t manage to get a word out so she grabbed his cock through his pants, palming him that it nearly made him jump out of his skin. He never felt like this before, never this intimidated by any girl, he usually was the one to charm them, tease them, make them squirm.

 “yeah, yeah” he finally admitted “was so bad, wankin’ my cock every time to you mmmm, please, please, want you so bad” Roger cried out, but she brought her face close to his, kissing soon turned into a quick but heated make out session. Her hand made its way between their bodies into his pants, slowly starting to pump his bare length with her hand, brushing her thumb over his tip, making his eyes roll back.

 “alright pretty princess, let‘s see”  

Felicity got off his lap, kneeled down in front of him, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants and underwear all at once.

Roger’s cock sprung free, hitting his tummy, the red, swollen tip leaking pre cum already. He was slightly bigger than average with a perfect girth, which surprised her, due to his overall tiny frame.

“fucking pretty cock, princess” his cheeks turned pink once more. It was the most vulnerable state, being all exposed in front of her. She ghosted her hand over his length, making him squirm even more and buck his hips. He was frustrated. But she kept on admiring his cock, taking her time. “Please, please I’m begging you! DO something. I- I can’t take it anymore” Roger whined. 

He hissed loudly when her hand was suddenly wrapped around his length, his eyes falling shut.

“ fuck.. fuck feels so good mmm” he moaned in ecstasy.

Roger’s moans were music to her ears “look at me, princess” his eyes fluttered open and she leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock gently, staring deeply into his eyes. “mmm more please”

She licked the salty pre cum off that was already dribbling off the tip due to his horniness and it spread on her lips. Licking it off, tasting him. Salty and sweet at the same time. Felicity used her tongue to gently lick his frenulum, making Roger cry out her name. She lowered her head once again, taking all of him into her mouth, rubbing his tummy with her right hand.

“oh yess, fuuuuck feels so good, your mouth... you do it so good I’m not gonna last.. mmm” Roger groaned.

Having him beg for her, motivated Fliss to go not even faster, but also deeper, bobbing her head up and down, having him down her throat. Thanks to much practice, her gag reflex was gone, giving him the full experience.

“fuck m’ gonna c..cum m’ gonna cum” she pulled away, earning a disappointing groan. “You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you?” his eyebrows knotted into a frown. “Please, I was so close” “aww look at you, all red and desperate to finally get off, princess” Rogers hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead as she was undressing herself. “Roger” he flinched,letting his cock fall from his hand as she caught him pumping himself in a fast motion while watching her naked frame.  “I’m so sorry, please, do something. It’s really starting to hurt now. It’s way too much” salty tears started dribbling down his cheeks. He was so desperate for her.  “ok baby” she climbed into his lap, taking his thick cock into her hand rubbing his tip through her folds and the tears kept streaming down his face. She sank all the way down on him, staying there a few seconds to adjust. Roger rested his head on her shoulder as she managed to swipe a few of his tears away with her thumb.  Fliss started bouncing up and down his cock, Roger’s breathing slowly got louder when he was nearing his orgasm for the 2nd time that night. He felt weak, too weak to be able to thrust up into her.  “Fuck Roger, I’m close. You’re filling me up so good” she groaned, speeding up the tempo and circling her hips with one of his hands resting on her hips for support, the other on her breast, toying with her nipple. “mmm coming, you need to get off” “Come for me, princess” tangling her fingers in his blond locks. He started to whimper at the feeling of her still on his cock, one final bounce and she sank all the way down on him, sending both of them over the edge. Roger came with a cry of her name as he released warm, thick ribbons of cum inside of her. His eyes were fluttering, head on her shoulder, as he slowly came down from his high, relishing every wave of pleasure, not wanting the moment to fade away.

 Roger was snapped out of his little trance when she released his cock, making his him squirm at the sudden loss of contact. Being the little tease Felicity was, she reached down between her thighs, capturing some of Roger’s thick, sticky cum and brought the finger to her mouth to taste it. “so good” she hummed against her hand. “Fuck, you look so hot right now” he watched her in awe, mouth slightly open, not believing his eyes, making his cock twitch one final time.

(kind of inspired by this min 3:00) “Marry me” Roger blurted out. She looked at him, expecting him to be joking but his face remained serious. “You’re fucking nuts, Roger” she laughed as they both dressed themselves again, trying to hide every evidence of their previous studio ‘adventure’. He took a seat on the couch and pulled her into his lap again, giving her a passionate kiss. “Will you at least stay with me tonight then?” “Sure, Roger." he held her close, making the throbbing problem in his pants reappear.

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[ecofinisher]

Wedding in Japan - Chap. 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18972931/chapters/45483997

https://www.wattpad.com/742461982-wedding-in-japan-chapter-6

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13295790/6/Wedding-in-Japan

Chapter 6

(Author fangirling moment: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Kagami is the new dragon miraculous holder!!!!!)

The next day the two friends Adrien and Kagami sat in the cafeteria eating semolina porridge for breakfast with a cup of tea and coffee along with other travelers in the same wagon. Adrien took from the cruet the cinnamon can to spread a big amount of powder over the porridge.

„That‘s a lot of cinnamon you‘re putting over your breakfast,“ Kagami said taking a spoon full of semolina into her mouth.

„The porridge tastes fantastic, if you put enough of it, “ Adrien said mixing it with the cinnamon and take a full spoon from the plate and introduced it in his mouth.

„Does it bother you, if I call my mother?“ Questioned Kagami. „I haven‘t informed her yet about, how we‘re going to Tokyo“

„Sure no problem…..oh and by the way, Nino kept our baggage with him and told me, if you wanted he could bring it to your mother“

„That great, I‘ll tell it my mother and she sees, what she‘s going to do“ The blue-haired woman responded picking up her smartphone to search the contact of her mother to call her.

Adrien continued to eat his breakfast then felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his pants, afterward, he took it out and saw a message of Nino.

„You won‘t believe it, who I saw this morning. Alya Césaire“

Adrien chuckled and replied to Nino‘s message.

„Awesome, what is she doing there in Japan?“ Adrien typed to his friend, then send it and placed his phone on the table. He watched Kagami speak in Japanese to her mother while he kept eating his porridge. A few minutes later Kagami was done with her talk with her mother, then she took a spoon full with the semolina and took it into her mouth.

„And did your mother say something special?“ The blonde questioned the friend.

„Just wanted to know exactly, when we would arrive in Tokyo. If I was going alone, who was accompanying me if I could warn her if something changes about our route“

„Okay….did she say anything about, that it was me?“

„No, just feels secure to know, I‘m not doing this alone“

„Oh, “ Adrien said gladly. „Well I think it‘s better if we two are together in this and not alone, “ The Frenchman said earning a nod from the friend.

„Yeah you‘re right“ The woman agreed making his friend smile. Adrien finished the bowl, then took his cup of coffee to take a sip, while Kagami ate the rest of her porridge.

Behind Kagami a young man got up from another table, approaching her slowly and from the backpack, she had placed next to her chair with the zipper open, he introduced his hand carefully in to take out a dark red wallet.

Adrien looked at Kagami again as she was nearly finished with her breakfast, then he got shocked as he saw the man poking around in his crush‘s bag.

„Hey, you‘re being robbed!“ Yelled Adrien shrieking Kagami, who looked behind her the man got up from the ground with her wallet and ran across the wagon.

„Get back here!“ Ordered Kagami getting up from the chair along with Adrien to pursue the thief.

The man entered the next cabin and ran down into the first level of the cabin, then Kagami kept following the man along with Adrien. The thief pulled out from the train‘s overhead bin the nearest suitcases down towards Kagami to slow her down.

„Hey!“ The Japanese woman yelled as she tripped over a suitcase, that had fallen on the ground.

„You‘re alright?“ Questioned Adrien getting down to her.

„Adrien, he‘s fleeing!“ The blue-haired woman warned making Adrien frown and nod at his friend before he kept pursuing the man.

Kagami stood up by herself and followed her blonde friend, then as she saw Adrien follow the thief into the next wagon, she crossed the train gate too, then went up the second floor instead, while Adrien pursued the thief in the first floor. Kagami passed by the sitting passengers, which glanced up at her in confusion, by seeing her speeding her way up to the other side of the wagon.

Under the second floor, Adrien tripped over the handbag of a passenger, losing more distance from the other man, then Adrien got up from the floor to keep following the man, which threw the wallet towards a woman, that sat in the train reading a magazine and shrieked as she got hit by it. Adrien grabbed the wallet, which belonged to Kagami, then got the stairs up and was blocked by a crowd of people, that were waiting for the train to open the door, so they could leave. Adrien looked around the train, then caught Kagami reaching the stairs, then held up the wallet in the air.

„I‘ve got it!“ Adrien announced with a euphoric smile, then Kagami walked halfway of the stairs down to pick it up.

„Did he manage to steal anything from it?“ Questioned Kagami watching Adrien‘s smile disappear as he didn‘t check it out.

„Uh I don‘t know, “ Adrien said observing Kagami open her wallet to only see her ID, her passport and three other cards in it.

„That jerk took my money,“ Kagami told the blonde feeling irritated about the situation, then Adrien looked at the outside, where the thief held up in the air a couple of cash bills in the hand, while the door of the train closed.

„No, you won‘t get away just like that!“ Kagami cried running at the door pressing non-stop on the button to open the train door, but the doors had already been locked and the vehicle started to tax slowly to leave the station, where the thief stood waving at the two passengers.

Kagami groaned as she didn‘t manage to leave the train to catch the man, then Adrien approached the blue-haired girl from behind placing his hand on her shoulder.

„Was this the only money you had to sustain yourself for the rest of the week?“ Questioned Adrien earning a nod from Kagami.

„My credit card I left it in my house in Japan since I wouldn‘t need it in France and that rest I had in case of an emergency like this and to eventually buy something else“

„I‘ll sustain you until we‘re in Tokyo, is that okay?“ The Frenchman offered the woman, who shook her head disagreeing with the blonde‘s idea.

„No Adrien, I can‘t accept that. I don‘t want you to play the double as you already are, just because of me“

„It‘s no problem for me Kagami, really.“ Adrien assured the friend it was good for him. „It‘s just 300 euros for the rest of the week….or I don‘t know how much rouble“

„There around 20‘000 or 30‘000 rouble, if calculated similarly to the Yen currency“

„Kagami I really don‘t mind to sustain you, until the end of our ride. You‘re my best friend, I don‘t want you to spend the rest of the ride without eating anything, just because you don‘t have the money here“ Adrien said making Kagami sigh.

„Okay I accept your offer and in the end, I will pay you every cent back I owe you. Is that alright?“

„You don‘t need to Kagami“

„I know, but I want to, “ The Japanese woman said earning a nod from the Frenchman.

„Alright I accept that, “ Adrien said earning a nod from the woman. „Should we head back to the cafeteria?“ Adrien questioned his friend.

„Sure, I haven‘t finished my tea yet“

„Good“ Adrien responded walking the stairs down along with Kagami to walk back to the other wagon, they were eating breakfast.

Nino stood at the entrance of a hotel near the Yoyogi park in Shibuya with a dark red suitcase waiting with a white a4 sheet on his hands saying Tomoe Tsurugi. Nino yawned while he held the sheet, then shook his head to try to stay awake.

„Damn it, the time zone change is worse, than when I go to Morroco“ The tan-skinned man complained watching people walk by and a few cars on the road. A black van stopped to drop out a couple of Asian women, who made their way to the hotel and Nino noted, two of them gazing at Nino.

„Tomoe Tsurugi?“ Questioned Nino holding the sheet up to the women, which shook their head and continued to walk into the hotel, making the guy sigh. Another red sedan appeared stopping in front of the hotel, then the door got open by itself and an adult woman dressed in a white blouse and dark red pants, then took out a bokken from the car, making Nino wide his eyes in confusion as he had seen the weapon. „What is she doing with that?“ Asked Nino himself observing the woman, who then placed the end of the bokken on the floor and used it as a blind stick to move further. „Oh she‘s blind, “ Nino said to himself, then walked the stairs down to the woman.

„Good day, would you like me to help you up the stairs?“ Questioned the Moroccan man looking at the woman with the dark sunglasses.

„I‘m fine, I‘m just looking for a certain Mr. Nino Lahiffe. He wants to meet me here at the hotel for me to pick up my daughter‘s baggage“

„Oh, you‘re Mrs. Tsurugi then?“ Questioned Nino looking at the woman giving the boy a slow movement from her head, confirming it. „Oh I didn‘t know this before, my friend Adrien, who is also with Kagami stuck in Russia didn‘t mention me about your….. trouble with seeing“

„It‘s alright, it doesn‘t matter,“

„Here is Kagami‘s suitcase, if you want I can put it in the trunk of the car“ Offered Nino earning a nod from the woman, then Nino pulled the suitcase behind him and placed his hand over the license plate on the small gap over it pressing a button to open the door of the trunk and Nino placed it inside the trunk and closed the door manually.

„Thank you, also for the next time, you didn‘t need to use your hand, you can also pass your foot under the bumper like this“ Tomoe said instructing the young man while she passed her leg under the bumper making it open the trunk door up.

„Cool, “ Nino said watching Mrs. Tsurugi doing it again to close the door.

„Thank you for giving me back my daughter‘s case“

„No problem, I thought it was better since I had to keep Adrien‘s too, to take hers too“

„It‘s a pity for us, that Kagami had bad luck on this trip and is coming a little late than usual back“

„I know, same for my dude“ Nino replied to the older woman. „But Adrien is a great guy, he will make sure, she gets here safe and sound“

„I know I trust him.“

„Same“

„He was Kagami‘s first friend in France and her only best friend. She used to talk a lot about him. I even believe that she was in love with him“

„Oh really?“ Nino asked a little sarcastic, then he slapped himself at his words and repeated it normally. „Oh uh really? I didn‘t know“

„The way she spoke about him, was different. It was more….I don‘t know how to explain, she felt more content than usually“

„That‘s funny, cause my dude...I mean Adrien felt the same about her“

„Oh what a silly surprise“

„I know, right?“ Nino agreed with the woman.

„Look I would love to stay longer, but I got a lot of work to do because of the wedding“

„It‘s okay, maybe we get the chance to see us later at her wedding, “ Nino said earning a nod from the woman, who walked to the side of the car, then entered into the vehicle, which drove away leaving Nino back.

„I wonder what type of guy Kagami is going to marry“ Nino questioned himself thinking about it, then as he wanted to make his way back to the hotel he crashed against someone. „Whoa!“ Nino said as he walked towards someone. „I‘m sorry“ Nino apologized adjusting his cap, then he wide his eyes as he saw the person he walked in.

„Nino?“ Asked the woman with the wavy hair.

„Hey Alya, nice to see you again“

„Yeah and I‘m sorry I didn‘t talk to you yesterday at the capsule hotel, I was on the phone with Marinette“

„No problem, I didn‘t also want to interfere with you“

„What brings you here?“ Questioned the Martinic descendant woman. „Are you doing a world trip or something?“

„I was accompanying Adrien to Japan, but when he was going by bus to the airport, the tire of the bus had cracked and they tried to go by train to the airport, but I told them the airport was striking and they decided to look for another airport and find another flight, but most of the airports had already sold out their tickets to Tokyo. I didn‘t know, the flight would go on after three hours, if I knew, they would have managed to board“

„At least you know, he‘s alright and coming to Tokyo….and who‘s with Adrien?“

„Kagami“ Responded Nino. „We had met her at the airport when we were heading to the plane“

„Ah, but what are you two still doing here in Japan?“ Questioned Alya. „Did you want to visit her?“

„Adrien and I received an invitation to Kagami‘s wedding and Adrien felt sad about this, then Nathaniel who lives in the commune with us gave me and Adrien the idea, in making Kagami fall in love again with Adrien and that‘s sort of what we were supposed to do“

„Okay?“ Alya responded a little bewildered.

„It sounds weird, but I think since the two are alone traveling across Russia for the next couple of days, they‘re most likely to fall in love again“

„The idea is still weird, but if you two think this works out. I have nothing to say“

„We still got those days in front of us, we‘ll figure it out then, “ Nino said earning a nod from the woman. „Are you staying at this hotel too?“ Questioned the Moroccan earning a nod from the woman. „Hey if you want, we could both have a dinner tonight at the hotel and maybe chat about how our lives have changed since we left school?“

„That‘s a great idea Nino, but I have to work on an article this evening. Maybe tomorrow or another day?“

„It‘s alright, I think it‘s also better for me, I need to take care of my jet lag, “ Nino said making Alya laugh.

„Poor you“

„I will manage it, don‘t worry, “ Nino said walking the stairs up along with Alya to their hotel.

#adrimi #adrami #adrigami #updated #update #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #ao3 #kagadrien #Kagami Tsurugi #adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #DJWIFI #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #au #alternate universe

[thedeadnotesofficial]

Scandinavia, 04.03. - 06.03.2019

I‘m rudely awaken by the dreadful alarm tone of my old Nokia. It‘s 6.30 am, I slept two and a half hours max. It‘s not only that my brain is not ready to get up yet, but still I lay paralysed not able to move my arms or legs and literally not sure if this is gonna be the end of the tour. I instantly close my eyes again.

Honestly I don't even remember how I managed to get out of bed and drive the van to the ferry haven in Putgarden, Northern Germany. It‘s stunning what my body can endure when it‘s in tour mode. We survive the insane overnight drive from Austria to Hamburg, played a fantastic show there and then after we left the venue super late and in a rush of endorphines, decided to stop by another bar.

It all doesn‘t really matter in the end. We drive onto the ferry, the travel party is knackered but looking forward to the Scandinavian leg of the tour.

After a long drive we arrive in Gothenburg at Sekten. A Swedish friend already told me that it‘s definitely the coolest place to play at in the city and indeed I love it. It‘s not an actual venue but a huge rehearsal room built out into a small concert venue, with a stage made out of wooden pallets.

They seem to put on absolutely rad shows here and it seems like bands from all over the world have played here already. I feel a bit crazy loading out such a massive amount of gear into such a small diy venue...but our promoter Robert simply makes fun of us and it seems to be just fine.

It‘s a Monday night and we don‘t expect anything, but a bunch of people show up and it‘s awesome to see some friends at the show who we didn‘t see for a while. Due to the secret nature of the shows at Sekten alcohol is not allowed to drink beer here, which is not a common thing in Sweden at all. However the prices for beer here are really something else and I‘m starting to feel super ill so I decide to rather miss out on the after party while the other guys enjoy themselves. The last thing I see before I fall asleep on the backstage couch is Marius hoodie-covered head. He‘s jamming a rap-battle against Yannic while our soundguy Martin is blasting out some random hip-hop sample beats through the pa. What a way to spend the evening.

Another day, another long drive. I‘m not really feeling better so the other guys get behind the steering wheel for today. I only wake up for a quick service stop where I decide that from now on I‘m gonna live healthy and buy an apple every time we stop by a gas station which I‘ll give up only two days later. Sweden seems to be a real winter wonderland this time around, I get to see snow for the first time this year and we drive past some really beautiful lakes before arriving in Södertälje, described by our friend and promoter Lance while welcoming us as the arse-end of Stockholm. It can‘t be that bad. 

The venue is the exact opposite compared to last night. The stage is huge and the whole concert room reminds me of a church. There is a massive gallery opposite to the stage. I think we need more songs with guitar solos in order to properly use these chances. I want to climb up the platforms and be a real fucking rock stars.

We get treated with fine pasta and I get to eat some insanely good vegan parmesan for the very first time. I may have said this before but it‘s still overwhelming to be this far away from home and there are so many incredible people taking such good care of us. Thank you so much to the guys at 151 Booking and the amazing Panhandler who open up the show.

Funniest moment is when Marius from Kid Dad has a total blackout on stage and invites all the people in the venue to hang out after the show and drink beers together not being aware that it‘s a straight edge and strict alcohol free show. Anyway everyone seems to be very nice and easy here.

Before our set we play „odd zone“ with the result that Jakob is forced to prove his pop-punk jump skills on stage which is definitely not his habit and can be seen here.

I actually love it that straight edge and all ages gigs are such a thing in Sweden and that it allows very young and even underaged people to attend shows who are too often not included back home.

Another day. Groundhog day. „Long drives for low lives“. I‘m finally starting to feel better again after drinking 1,5 litres of smoothies and eating some classic Scandinavian flatbread with mustard-dill-sauce whereas the other guys bought some expensive cheese from the supermarket and then noticed that it‘s expired for over six months already. Who knows how this can happen in a big commercial shop.

Copenhagen is such a beautiful city and I wished we had some more time here. We‘re playing at Rahuset tonight where we already played three years ago. Our friend Petteri who also runs the online music magazine „rockfreaks.net“ organizes the show, he let us play an incredible support gig for the guys in Signals Midwest from the US five years ago when we had not even released a proper single yet. I don‘t know what made him do that but the punk scene definitely needs more guys like him. All in all it‘s our fourth show here already and I‘m always really stoked about it.

Our friend Thomas from “The Sigourney Weavers“ from Sweden even flew out to the show which is mental, the Danish legends from “Forever Unclean” made it out to the show, too. Also our friend and sleeping place host Lasse plays an absolute killer set with his new ska/punk band „Fall Back Down“. A big family reunion. It is no wonder that this turns out to be my absolute favorite Scandinavian show so far. I don‘t really know what it is but I literally can‘t stop smiling on stage and we even end up playing two encores. The guys in Kid Dad smash it again like they do each and every night on this tour. We hang out at the venue selling merchandise and chatting with friends until there are no drinking tickets left anymore and we head off to the sleeping place.

I don‘t know how Paul, our photographer/sometimes backliner and very best in-official tour manager handled this: but he somehow gets it done to still order pizza for everyone at 2 am in an completely unknown city to the accommodation which is far from the city center. Everyday is a pizza day.

Thank you everyone for being part of this wild last three days in Scandinavia. You know who you are. Thanks Ibu, thanks Grippostad.

We already can‘t wait to be back.

Photos: Paul Ambrusch

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