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plentyoffandoms · 6 months

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daniel garcia x wheeler yuta x female reader??? threescome imagine???

De-stress

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Daniel Garcia x f/Reader x Wheeler Yuta

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Threesome. Double Penetration. Oral sex (m & f receiving) cum om face. Smut below the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

WC: 688

Paul - Wheeler Yuta

Summary: f/Reader is stressed about her singles match against Shida. Daniel and Yuta decide to help her relax in a different way.

WHEELER YUTA'S POV:

"Fuckin' hell Danny. You gotta taste her." I told him from my spot between her shaking thighs. I looked up to see that his head was thrown back, his hands woven in her hair as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Gotta feel her mouth, Paul. Shit, she has no gag reflex. Do you, sweet heart?" He proved this point by holding her head in one spot and shoving his cock all the way down her throat.

"Maybe another day. I like where I am, thank you." I said before I continued to eat her out. I can feel her soaking my face with her juices.

This went on for a bit until Danny pulled his cock out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting to her mouth. "Fuck, almost made me cum."

"Want your cum Danny." She whimpered as she tried to pull him closer.

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy, making her yell at me.

"None of that." I slapped her thigh, making her quiet down. "We need to fuck her first, don't we Danny?"

"Yeah, we said we would help you relax before your match tomorrow." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her with ease. I helped keep her steady as he gripped his cock with one hand and placed it at her entrance, before having her sink her pussy down, taking him fully inside od her.

"Oh my God." She moaned, her eyes fluttering as he bottomed out. I stood behind her, spreading her ass cheeks as wide as I could.

"Mmm, should I try to fit in beside him, or fuck this perfect ass?" I played with her ass cheeks as I waited for her to decide, but I became antsy.

I gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at me as I leaned across her back. "Tell me which hole before I decide."

"Ass." She whimpered.

I lined myself up against her hole and slowly pushed in, my own eyes fluttering at how tight she was wrapped around me.

I bottomed out, not being able to get the last inch or so in her ass, but it didn't matter.

Danny started to move, being the inpatient man that he is, making her cry out his name. I wanted her to say my name, so I started to move.

Our two paces were very different, but we got her screaming our names. Her one arm flung over head, wrapped around my neck holding me in place as I fucked her ass. Her other arm is around Danny's neck.

We have lost count at how many times she has cum for us, but we are holding ourselves back, not wanting this to end.

"Paul." Danny groaned, letting me know he was close.

I quickly moved back, bringing her along with me, my cock still lodged in her ass, as her and I watched as Danny jerked himself off.

At the last minute, I pulled out of her and placed her on the ground in front of him, now jerking my own cock off, ready to cum all over her face.

She just sat there, a tired smile on her face as Danny came first. She closed her eyes and barely flinched when her face got covered by his cum.

I followed not long after, making sure to aim my cock at her mouth, so u could watch her mouth fill with my cum.

I closed my eyes and opened them just in time to watch her swallow the load that was in her mouth.

"Still feel stressed?" Danny asked as we watched in awe as she cleaned her face with her fingers, and sucking the cum off of them.

"Very much so. I think I need some more help with de-stressing." She sweetly said.

"I am sure we can help with that." I said to her, already picturing her in different positions.

"Maybe we can get Darius or one of the Tyler's to help?" Danny suggested.

"The more, the merrier." Was all I said, watching as he grabbed his phone.

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pastriibunz · 3 months

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ok!! It's kinda like a character study during the moments with Paul in the Starlight Theatre. Here u go!!! (starts after the "~~~")

~~~

Welp, Kai thought, there it is.

"The old Starlight Theatre," Paul says. "There it is. The meteor."

It's weird, calling him "Paul". Kai has come to think of him more as "Dad" now.

(For now, she won't call him anything at all).

"So that’s it?" she says. The meteor is nothing pretty to look at. It's boring as a rock (probably because it is a rock) and the theatre, usually so alive, is anything but.

"Mhm." Paul responds.

"Welp."

Kai thinks back to her earlier thoughts, to her relationship with Paul (Dad?)

She always had a habit for finding any adult who she could trust and immediately imagining herself as their kid.

In her defense, her own parents abandoned her and mistreated her for the first 9 years of her life, so–

No, you can't think about that.

She cracks her knuckles. "Someone's gotta save the world," Kai says. Why her? Why does it have to be her every single time?

"I guess so," Dad (no wait, Paul– what?) responds.

If anyone were to look at him, they wouldn't be able to see the determination on his face, the fact that he really wants to blow up this meteor. And he will protect Kai.

He'll protect me? No–

Kai realizes a few things, then. One, Dad is Paul, and Paul is Dad, and nothing will change that. Paul is Dad and Emma is Mom and they will try to keep Kai safe forever.

Two, well– Kai's not stupid. She knows someone has to give up their life to blow up the meteor.

Three, it's not gonna be Dad.

Kai pulls him into a sudden, big, tight hug. She isn't expecting him to reciprocate, but to her surprise, he does.

"…thank you," Kai says. She has to let him know that he and Emma meant everything to her, before–

"Wha- You’re welcome?" Paul half asks, confused.

He's not getting it.

"I’ve honestly never felt accepted anywhere." Kai states, because that's what it is– a statement, a fact.

"Like, even where I was happiest, I’ve always just- been the outcast." She thinks back to Unigton, to her hometown. To the weird looks she always got when she was just being herself.

"But– but you…you made me feel like- for the first time in my life– you made me feel like I belonged somewhere."

She starts stuttering.

Fuck.

She continues.

"Not– not many people can do that for me. So, um, thank you for that."

"…You’re very welcome, Kai. I’m glad to make you feel like that." Paul Dad says after a moment.

"Y’know," Kai starts, "the- the apocalypse may have been one of the worst things to ever have happened to me, but- but it’s also one of the best! Because- because if it didn’t happen, I would’ve never met you. And- and I don’t wanna live in a universe where I never meet you."

As soon as the words come out of her mouth, the self doubt creeps in. She's being annoying. Paul's not gonna like her anymore. She's being annoying. She's being annoying. She's being–

"The feeling’s mutual, Kai. I’m really happy I got to meet you."

She's not being annoying.

And the moment comes and goes, and she has to do it. She has to. Dad loves her too much.

"…and that is why I am so sorry it had to happen this way."

She takes the grenade belt off of Dad and puts it on herself, then takes her headphones and put them around Dad's neck.

(Her headphones are one of her most prizes possessions. She won't be needing them anymore.)

"What? Kai, what are you-"

"Do me a favor, and keep on living for me, okay?" Kai pleads. Her voice is shaky.

"…Okay?"

Paul is so confused. Why can't he understand?

"And tell Em-"

Emma? No, that's not right.

"Tell mom I love her. And that I’m sorry."

That's better.

"...I will," Paul promises, "but why are you telling me this? What are you sorry for?" His hands move wildly. He is scared.

He has to know–

"I love you, dad." Kai says to him, and chuckles sadly. She hadn't even realized she'd stopped referring to him as "Paul" in her head.

"Dad. That’s got a nice ring to it, don’t it?"

Her Unigton accent is coming through, but that's okay.

It has to be okay.

"…Yeah. Yeah it does." Paul says, as if taking a title he knew he'd earn for a while, and yet is still surprised.

"I love you." Kai says. "I love you more than words could ever express. And I’m so, so, sorry that it had to come down to this."

"What-"

Kai looks up at Paul, memorizing every detail of that face she'd never see again. She wishes Mom was here, but she'll have to make do with what she's got.

"Stay safe for me, okay?"

Before Paul can respond, Kai pushes Dad out of the Starlight Theatre, barricading the door with a nearby chair so he can't get in.

"What?! Wait, no! KAI!!!" Paul yells from outside, but she won't can't hear him.

Her eyes are blurry, and she realizes she is crying. Tsk, tsk, tsk, that won't do.

She wipes the tears away.

"C’mon. Kai," she mumbles to herself. "Save the world. Like you always do."

FUCKING

GOD.

DUDE

listen, not many pieces of media make me audibly groan in pain

THIS DID

hOLY FUCK YOU DID YOUR HOMEWORK

gOOOOOOD DAMN

im gonna be thinking about this for a while

holy shit

SHOUTOUT TO YOU FIC ANON GODDAMNNNN

#kai drew #oc #tkwdlm #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #kai in hatchetfield #emma perkins #paul matthews #fanfic #oc fanfiction #answering anons #answering asks #holy shit holy shit #i like showered after i read this and im still thinking about it

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years

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Today is 9/22/22, this today’s special numbers are 9, 22, 19, 10, 1

836 body memory bjork

836 New Year’s Day Taylor swift

900 precious lord take my hand Elvis

902/903 gone gone/thank you tyler

909/9:10/911/912 European son iggy pop (just got that it’s a reference to me going to italy after the baby first came to me, and how italy somehow charged the spell, if you will.

9:19/9:22/9:31: some version of all too well 10 minute version

936/938/939swan song lana del rey- I’ll follow you

1002/1003 fables interpol

10:03/10:09/10:11/10:12the master’s breath as in God breathed on the playlist imho

10:19/10:22 go On ahead liz Phair

10:22 grace jeff buckley

10:31 party hard pulp

10:31 me & the devil Gil scott heron

10:36/10:38/10:39–delicate taylor swift

10:48/10:49 just my imagination running away with me Rolling Stones

10:58 (past lives) Stella was a diver and she was always down interpol

10:58 tell me u luv me juice wrld

11:02/11:03 nail it to the wall

1109 the color that your eyes changed

11:10/11:11/11:12 shine on house of love

11:19 marcel her’s

11:22 guns and roses lana del rey—I FINALLY got this one after hearing it five million times. Psychic Jakk was always either talking about guns or wanting

Me to get him roses, if he was going to come over. Guns and roses were mentioned constantly, I almost feel dumb that I didn’t Get the reference.

11:31 shine on house of love—

11:39 spiritual death patti smith—“these are the words I took down: See what is up before you above all start to question the reality of this world; from what authority could you judge it?

do you know what absolute reality is ?whoever starts on a voyage must start from wherever he is.

She must not think the destination is already reached just because he has an accurate and detailed itinerary in her hands, and she has drawn a line on a map. It has no meaning unless she can pinpoint her present location. You as well. look at yourself. I mean wake up! wake up. find yourself. the place where you are is where you have to be. The place where you are is where you have to begin .wake up. find yourself. The place where you are is the place where you have to begin. the present state of consciousness together with all that is contained in all our speculation. Wake up. Wake up. Find yourself. Remain awake. Do you know what absolute reality is? Do you know what absolute reality is?

only a memory sweet as death.

When Light sees the eye and sound hears the ear and thought thinks thee, and love has made and remade you, the C/sea claims you.”

11:57 I think I can animal collective —I think maybe since 2016 I’ve heard this song 25 times at most; the call being “can I move on soon?” And the response at the end repeated, “I think I can.” 57 is the number of 3 of swords.

12:02/12:03 Nancy from now on father john misty

1203 drum set Fiona apple

1209 shakin all over The Who

12:11/12:12 reanimator versus

1219 Christine house of love

1219/12:22 songbird Fleetwood Mac

12:36/12:38 my love lykke li—I admit I haven’t figured this one out yet

1238/1239 silver springs live Fleetwood Mac

1:02/1:03-diamond dogs live bowie

109/111/112 partyisntover/campfire/bimmer tyler

119 that’s the way love is paul young

1:22 neptune city death in Vegas

1:31 heads we’re dancing Kate —

1:36 1 inch rock Marc bolan

138/139 all of the time plants & animals

1:46 ampersand amanda Palmer—I don’t know who the 46 is, but they said to put it at 1:46. I’m not the one who’s crazy.

1:48/1:49 kooks dave d bowie—back in the day this would play when I was at my wit’s end when I thought I was talking to stella and Jakk, and this was a sign not to give up.

1:57 won’t get fooled again —again, the pertinence of 57 being the 3 of swords/heartbreak

2:09/2:10 Marjorie T.S.

2:10/2:11/2:12 black & white serge gainsbourg—the has the line “an American who was drinking blood”

2:12 a rush and a push and the land is ours

219 suicide blond—at first, I thought this was a ref to all the times I was told blond killed herself, and then I heard it in the voice of her mainstay. And then I couldn’t unhear it.

2:22 hallucinogenics lana del rey—no comment

2:24 your time is gonna come.

Always playin your game…drive me insane

3:01 stoned at the nail salon

3:09/3:11/3:12/3:14 space dog tori live Toronto 10/23/07– Andromeda stood with those girls before So sure we were on something The hair in pairs it just got nasty Your feet are just on the ground And now those girls are gone

3:19/3:22a punch up at a wedding radiohead

Don’t infect me with your poison

336lazy eyelids Carissa’s wierd

338/339 maggie Mae the Beatles

3:39 trying to get to heaven bowie

3:49 high by the beach

4:00 aneurysm nirvana live —I guess that’s what they’re hoping for with all the falls?

4:00/:01/:02/:03pale blue eyes VU

4:09 save me from what I want st. Vincent — keys are in my pocket; honey, what revealed you is what you try and hide away

4:09 Salome house of love

What is interesting about the 4:09 combination is literally at least a dozen times when I would be sobbing from some storyline, this song Salome would play with the line “I love the way she cries “ which of course flustered me and made me cry harder. But earlier today when save me from what I want played, all I could think was…the 50,000$ question remains: Was it worth it?

#9/22 #part one

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murdickdocked · 2 years

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Hi!! Do you think u could do a fluffy imagine with Edward Nashton and his s/o staying indoors watching Tv, but he’s watching them more than the movie 🥰🥰 amazing writing btw!!!!!

Riddle me this: What burns, but is not flame; What feels, but is not a heart; What cries, but is not heard?

The answer is: my eyes, they're tearing up because this is so sweet omfg

also sorry for the delay in replies, I'm actually making a big fic for him hehe, won't post it for a while but just know that I'm making it.

anyway, sorry for the chattiness, here you go! song title is from “Put Your Head On My Shoulder” by Paul Anka

|| Won't You Kiss Me Once, Baby? || Edward Nashton x Reader

Word Count: 618

Warnings: N/A, lmk if I should add anything!

Edward Nashton has endured so many trials, and is going through so much adversity day by day, most of which he kept to himself. His childhood made him grow up cold, socially awkward, and disturbed. It was hard for him to stay grounded with everything against him. He only cared for very few things, much less a person. He can easily count the things he cared about: Riddles, Sweets, Coffee, Numbers, You.

You, however, he cared for you; a whole lot, too.

His light. The love of his life. His favourite person. His reason to wake up and endure every day. You.

He would do anything for you, tried involving you in everything that he could to remind him that you’re always there for him, to remind you that he values you and your input. It’s the same as him trying to involve himself with everything you do, like now.

Alone with you, in the apartment you both live in. Watching a movie that he forgot was about. He couldn’t focus, not when you’re snuggled against him so comfortably. Not when he would hear your giggles and chuckles in every scene you found funny. Not when he has his soulmate right where they belong.

For him, rain is only good in the right conditions. He usually hated it, honestly. When it rains, and he comes home from work, it means that he has to put in extra work to make sure the floor would not end up with mud. He was only ever tidy when it comes to your home; he was not like this before you came into his life. ‘You made me better,’ he’d think, whenever he finds himself grooming his hair or cleaning more than usual, ‘you have no idea what you made of me’. He thanked God and all the stars that aligned for him to have this moment, for he never wants to let go. He always savours his time with you as if he could lose you at any moment. In Gotham, it’s more than possible, likely a guarantee. Just a simple slip-up— a minor mistake can take you away from him.

He heard you bark a laugh before erupting into giggles. He sees you point at the screen. “Look at how they run, Eddie. It’s so shitty it just becomes funny!” Oh, yes, you were watching an old slasher film, the kind you used to watch when you were much younger. He felt his lips curl up in a slight smile; his eyes fluttered shut as he leant down and kissed the crown of your hair.

All the more reason for him to purge this city of its evils; for you, for people like him. He would not let anyone take you away from him. You were a beacon of hope and love. A reminder that life can still have happiness. He loves you more than life itself, so he is more than willing to take them just to keep you by his side; safe, loved, his.

A whisper snapped him out of his thoughts. He found himself staring blankly at your hand, which held his lovingly. He pecked the back of your head, his other hand brushing your hair back.

“What was that, honey?” He mumbled against your locks.

“I said, I love you, Eddie.” You adjusted your body to look up at him, a sweet grin on your lovely lips, the ones that kissed him so often, that verbally told him of your affections.

“I love you too, sweetheart. So much.” His hand broke away from yours to lift up your chin, giving your lips a fond smooch, “so much.”

For you. For Gotham.

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pebblewritesj · 2 years

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your works never ever disappoint oh my, can u pls write an imagine about being paul mccartney's sister and dating david? thank you so much!!

this is such a nice request, thank you! I switched up the order of performers in live aid for this just a tad, hope you don’t mind too much <33

- You two met at live aid.

- Paul had brought you backstage and was dragging you around and introducing you to people.

- He’d ended up hauling you over to David Bowie, leaving that to be the last person you met before he was called on stage.

- “I’ll be on stage, try and shout over the 100,000 people in front of me if you need anything!”

- So he just left you with David, which to your surprise went very well.

- “I own all your records, you know.” “I’m flattered. I’m sure if you had any records, I would also have all of yours.”

- He’d asked you what it was like growing up with the one and only Paul McCartney.

- “Well do keep in mind, by the time I was in maybe 9th grade I was also growing up with a third of The Beatles.” “Sounds like a riot.” “It literally was, I think John nearly burned our house down once.”

- By the time Paul got back, he was greeted with you and David looking like you’d been best friends for years.

- You were both laughing at something David had said, faces red.

- When you noticed Paul had gotten off stage you were quick to compliment his performance, despite not having payed attention what so ever.

- You started talking about how excited you were for Queen to go on, meanwhile Paul was giving David looks from where he sat on a table in front of the seat you and him were on.

- He looked at David’s arm, which somehow found its way to be real close to resting on your shoulders, and raised his eyebrows with a teasing smile.

- Then he gave a wink as David subtlety lifted his arm to rest his head on his hand while his face turned a light shade of red.

- Then David just continued to think how he was being all shy because of Paul McCartney’s sister in front of Paul McCartney.

- When it was time for David to go on stage, you told him good luck and watched him make his way onto stage.

- You fully intended on paying more attention to his performance than you did your brother’s.

- But David leaving immediately opened a new window for Paul’s teasing.

- “Look at you, getting all friendly with Bowie.” “What? It was nothing like that! Not even close, Christ.” “He was getting mighty close.” “One of the first things you did when you saw him was hug him! If anyone likes him it’s you, if you’re gonna play it like that.” “Woah there, now I didn’t say anything about liking him, where’s all this coming from Y/N?”

- He sat there with a teasing grin on his face, bouncing his legs up and down from his seat since he was too tall to swing them.

- You ran into David again sometime after his performance, which is when you exchanged numbers so you could keep in contact.

- Which of course he had to ask you for right in front of Paul, you turned around to a shit eating grin as soon as David left.

- Fast forward to when you and David ended up initiating a relationship, you didn’t tell Paul for a while because he’d tease both of you.

- But, the public found out, so the journalists found out, so the newspaper articles ended up being what told Paul.

- One morning, you were eating breakfast with David when you got a phone call;

- “Hello Y/N,” “Hey Paul. What do you need?” “Oh, nothing. I was just looking through the papers and I saw this really interesting article, I was wondering if you’d seen it yet.” “No I haven’t, why—”

- Then interrupted a slightly panicked voice from the kitchen table where David sat.

- “Oh my god. Y/N, there’s an article in the paper about us.”

- This was said loud enough for Paul to be able to hear it in the background, which caused him to laugh a bit.

- You hung up on him.

- “You’re joking.” “Look, here. They’ve got pictures of us together holding hands.” “Well I guess they were going to find out sooner of later,” “They think they’re all smart- what if we were related?” “Pfft- David, if you were my relative I would not be holding your hand.” “What!? That’s normal, it’s like holding hands with your mum!” “Good thing I’m not your mum.”

- You two didn’t really care too much, at that point you were just hiding it for fun.

- When people noticed you were Paul McCartney’s sister? A fuck ton of interviewers wanted something to do with you guys, same with photographers.

- Neither of you had problems with the interviews, most of them were okay, but some just turned out to be rather uncomfortable.

- Like for example, David would be asked questions about his sexuality, if it had changed, if he really liked men, so on.

- But he always came up with different ways to dodge the questions.

- “Are you really sure you like men, then, now that you’ve got a beautiful woman with you?” “…You know, I always say to take these questions to a professional.”

- Paul ships you and David so hard.

- There’s been a couple times where he’s shown up to you and David’s house unannounced while the two of you were doing something, literally could be anything, and right as one of you opens the door he’ll say something like;

- “Took you a minute to get to the door.”

- With a smirk on his face.

- Whenever he’s out with you two, or at your house and either of you tries to scoot a little closer to the other he just smiles to himself like a nerd.

- He has a bit of fun when he catches you two staring at one another though.

- “Quit staring at my sister’s chest right in front of me, Bowie.” “I was looking at her right in the eyes!”

- “Eyes here, Y/N.” “I’ve literally been looking at you this entire time.”

- You and David are really iconic though.

#david bowie #david bowie x reader #paul mccartney #bowie x reader #david bowie imagines #david bowie imagine #david bowie hc #david bowie hcs

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stansethandpaul · 3 years

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Checkmate (Part I)

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Request: "hey! i wanna request a paul imagine, maybe something about him leaving the reader in order to protect her from something happening in the area. rather than keeping her safe, it made them a target to the vampires (maybe Riley and victoria) and they attempt to change the reader in front of the pack and the Cullens to weaken them during the battle. thank you!" -Anon TW: Injuries (for now, I'll update it as part 2 comes out :)! ) A/N: I really actually liked writing this and it did take a bit out of me to think of a perfect scenario but this is what I thought would fit best! Please enjoy everyone :) feel free to comment too because I love interacting w ygs 😭

Paul Lahote x GN!reader

NOTE!: The prompt list that I had posted will be ending this Sunday so please send in your last votes and I will be adding the most popular to my list. However it doesn't mean I won't be posting other prompts too as I really do love a lot of them, the most popular will just have the priority first and followed swift by the second most popular, etc.

112 days, 16 months, 4 months. It's been 112 days since I've seen Paul.

His face no longer graces the halls. His stupid laughter doesn't reach my ears anymore, I don't see his stupid smirk whenever I blush anymore. It's frustrating just to see him go like that. Did I mean nothing to him? Was our friendship just a joke to him?

Thoughts raced in my mind as the road blurred. I huffed out a breath to see the window fog up before I saw the school entered my peripheral. I swung my backpack over my shoulder before whispering out a small goodbye to my mom. Walking to the school, the gloomy sky and wet pavement seemed to reflect my mood pretty well. Upon entering, I walked with my head down, speeding to history class. I dared not to spare another look at the halls that Paul and I used to walk through. Tears pricking my eyes at the mere thought before blinking them away. I needed to be strong, reminding myself.

The ringing bell prompted the arrival of my dull teacher.

Expecting a boring monologue from him again, I laid my head down trying to salvage what little sleep I could get.

"Hello class, before we go on with our scheduled program, we actually have someone new today!"

Intrigued, I lifted my head.

"Hi, I'm Riley and I just transferred here from a school a couple cities away, I hope that you all can treat me well." A pale rather young boy with chocolate hair, similar to that of Paul's, stood in front of the class smiling and waving.

He strode over to an empty table right next to me, ignoring the intense stare of the girls in the class. He smiled at me and waved, maybe this was a chance for a new friend. Maybe he was the remedy I needed for Paul.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," I said curtly before turning my attention back to the front.

"What's your name?" His chin resting on one arm while staring me down ignoring the droning voice of the teacher.

"U-uh-uhm my name is Y/N," stuttering due to the sudden question that popped on me.

The more I stared at his eyes, I noticed that those brown eyes looked, lifeless.

"Let's hang out today, that is if you're not busy?" Questioning me as he leaned closer promptly causing me to lean away more, I leaned away to make room.

Hesitation swarmed my mind, I was torn between getting fresh air for the first time in a while OR coming back to the comfort of my tear-stained sheets. Looking back at it, I should've just gone home.

"Sure, I'll be free for the most part. Just gotta be home before 8pm y'know, curfew." Chuckling nervously as I fiddled with my pen.

"Yeah no problem, we won't even be out for that long." He beamed before giving me an odd stare and turning his attention back to the board.

School passed by seamlessly, as I walked out of the school I saw Riley waiting by the stairs, right where Paul would wait for me.

"May I have the honor of taking this lovely person out somewhere?" He said jokingly as he took my hand with an equally charming smile plastered on.

"Why yes, you can Mr. Pillsbury," poking fun at his unnaturally pale skin. Finding it funny myself, I let out a giggle only to be met with a dead stare from him before he seemed to snap out of it. Weird.

I hopped in his car before being driven off to Port Angeles for a much-needed night.

We explored all that Port Angeles had to offer, movies, dinner, a small photo booth, and even a dress shop. The night sky filled with our laughter and stupid stories as we ran down the street.

For once in my life, I felt alive again. I felt like myself, not a husk anymore.

Driving home with the window down, the cool breeze whipped in my face prompting me to close my eyes for a moment. Opening my eyes again, red eyes seemed to stare back at mine decorated by pale red hair in the dashboard mirror. Reeling back from shock, the seatbelt tugged on me as I almost hit Riley on the arm whilst he was driving.

"Yoooo, chill out what's got you so freaked out?" He laughed before I readjusted myself in the seat.

"Nothing, just a bug." A curt response left my mouth, feeling my body tense up under the awkwardness.

After what seemed like hours, I noticed that we were in the middle of the woods, thick trees blocked my vision and the road that seemed to lay ahead.

"This is a shortcut but the road gets thinner here so we're gonna need to get off and walk," Riley said whilst unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door.

I felt my stomach flip upside down as a wave of nausea washed over me, my gut told me to run and my gut was never wrong, ever.

I hopped out of the car slowly, seemingly walking with Riley while he was cracking jokes. Noticing my cautious demeanor, his face dropped. He stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning to me.

Rolling his eyes and cracking his neck, he stood there peering at my eyes, he reached towards his eyes before seemingly peeling his brown eyes off. He was wearing contacts this whole time, hiding the blood-red eyes under.

"This really would've been much easier if you were more gullible, sorry it has to be like this." He sighed before walking towards me at an alarming pace.

Turning around, I sprinted for the end of the treeline. My lungs burning while my muscles strained under my desire to run even faster. Weaving in between trees and ducking under branches, I hoped to lose him.

Seeing the lights up ahead, I sprinted towards it even though my lungs were pleading for me to stop. I checked behind me to not see Riley anywhere close before looking forward again. Red, red hair, red eyes, pale skin. I stopped dead in my tracks before turning right hoping to find an escape.

Riley stood there instead.

I turned left, the woman once again.

I was trapped. There was no way out.

"Well done Riley, I knew I could rely on you." A silky-soft voice spoke, I turned frantically towards the woman. Seeing her closer now, I noted her immense beauty, she looked like she hasn't aged, unnaturally young almost.

"Do you think this will really work Victoria? Will the mutt really come for her?" I whipped my head back again, bewildered by what he said. Mutt? Come for me?

"I think you have the wrong person, a mutt? come for me?" I questioned furiously thinking it was some sick joke.

"No, we're sure we have the right person, you'll just have to cooperate to make this easy and painless." The woman who I presumed to be Victoria, her red eyes eerily staring at me.

"Painless? what the fuck are you on lady, I'll call 911!" My voice rising as I threatened her hoping it would scare them off while waving my phone around.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance before holding me by the neck and hoisting me into the air causing the phone to fall out of my hands and be crushed. My legs flailed around as I fought for air, nails clawing at her hand in hopes she would let go.

"You really need to shut up," annoyed at my previous statement, "you know mouthing off won't get you anywhere in life right?" Scoffing before increasing the grip on my neck.

I gasped for air desperately before she dropped me to the floor, my knees hit the forest floor, gasping for air as the world around me spinning.

"I can smell their mutt stench from here, they're close Riley. Remember what I told you, kill that one mutt and we'll have free reign." Victoria lulled to him, her hands holding his face as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Gross.

I got up, attempting to make a dash for it once more before being knocked down again.

"Uh uh uh, not just yet little pawn. Be a bit more patient and I can dispose of you painlessly," her haunting laughter mocked my failed attempt at escape.

I whipped my head towards the forest as a snarl could be heard in the thick foliage. Yellow eyes peered through the thick trees as a pack of wolves trudged through.

My eyes widened at the sheer size they were, the size of a bear or even bigger. More and more came out of the woods, probably about 8 or so as they approached us.

"Took you long enough you horrid mutts," Riley sneered as he pinched his nose.

A dark silver wolf looked at me, its eyes were reminiscent of someone I knew. It seemed to know who I was, and deep down, I had a feeling I knew who it was too.

Feeling myself being hoisted into the air again, Victoria held me by my neck once more.

"One more step and I'll make sure your beloved here, dies." Laughing as the wolves seemingly understood her, backing off whilst still snarling.

"It's simple really, give us permission to be on this land and your love here, lives, or give us the Swan girl. A soul for a soul." She licked her lips as she finished her sentence. Goosebumps formed on me as she stared at me intently.

It clicked, this was a big game of chess to her. I was her pawn. Riley was a pawn too, he was played. We were disposable pieces and it was all falling into place.

Snapping out of my thoughts as a dark brown wolf stepped up a bit but my attention was soon turned away when I felt a sharp pain nearing my collarbone. She had snapped it with her bare hands. My collarbone was broken.

A horrid cry escaped my lips as I struggled to escape her grip.

"I told you, one more step and they die. I wasn't playing Black." Sneering as she seemingly got closer to my neck.

The mind-searing pain distracted me from the moment the black wolf pounced on her. I was dropped to the hard floor with a thud, the air being knocked out of me.

Tears streaked down my face from the pain and as I opened my eyes, the silver wolf was staring back at me, right in front of me.

Realization hit me.

"Paul?"

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

After some introductions and filming scenes together, you’d feel comfortable with your new friends. Especially after some of them fangirled over you.

Tom (Holland) most definitely fangirled over you, I just feel it😂😂

A few years later they would become your most supportive and dedicated fans (and family).

They’re probably even more dedicated than your fans.

Whenever you drop a new single or a music video, expect them all to share it on every social media account they have.

Tom Hiddleston, who’s barely on social media, would come on just to promote your stuff.

@/ChrisEvans: Hey everyone! Just came to say that @yourtwitterhandle just dropped a new music video and you should all see it! You won’t regret it! Amazing as always @yourtwitterhandle 💙💙💙

@/RobertDowneyJr: The talented and oh so beautiful @yourtwitterhandle just released a music video for her new single! Go ahead and see for yourself to experience the greatness of (y/n)! I’m proud of you sweetheart!❤️

They would even share it on their Instagram stories and post about it because they’re so proud of you🥺

Sebastian and Tom (Holland) would probably post videos of them jamming to your song and yelling at people to listen to it.

Video: Sebastian with 34+35 blasting in the background, “GO LISTEN TO (Y/N)’S NEW ALBUM POSITIONS! DO IT! NOW!”

If you release an album while working on a Marvel movie, they would have little release parties with the whole cast and crew of the movie.

They will have a countdown on some projector and once it hits one everyone would scream and hug you. Then you guys would listen to the whole album with no stops.

When they see you writing in your journal during breaks on set, they would ask if you’re writing new songs.

Sometimes they would even help you brainstorm for lyrics or a concept for a song.

I feel like Evans would be really good at this because he’s good with words.

When they hear you humming something that doesn’t sound familiar they would ask you if it’s a new song.

Scarlett and Lizzie were always excited to hear your stuff.

“Oooo, is that a new song?”

“Come on, (y/n)! Can we get a little snippet please?”

“We promise to not leak it like last time!”

“Yeah! Neither Mark or Tom are here, you’re all good!”

Tom or Mark definitely leaked a few of your songs by accident. Not that they did it on purpose, they just recorded things at the wrong times.

When you sang they would always be quiet and just listen to your voice.

Whenever you hit a high note or sang something that was a bit sassy, there were always some reactions.

Chadwick would really listen to your stuff and just feel the music. When he’s done listening to a song, he would hug you and praise you on how good you did.

Anthony was always your hype man, whether you were singing or answering a question about your music, he will hype you up whenever he can.

“Mmm that’s right, sing it girl.”

“Damn, ya’ll heard that note?!”

“That’s right! Number 1 album in the world, baby. Get with it.”

“Ya’ll heard her right, five Grammy nominations. Gimme some.” He’d brag while fist bumping you.

Sometimes you would catch them singing one of your songs and you would feel all warm and giggly inside because it makes you happy that they enjoy your music.

When you guys aren’t filming and you’re off on tour, they would come to the shows that are in their city or whatever is nearest to them.

Sometimes you wouldn’t even expect them to be there and would be caught off guard while you’re singing.

For example, you were doing a show in New York and all of a sudden you see Paul Rudd just jamming to Thank U, Next in the pit.

“I know they say I move on too fast, but this one gon’ last. ‘Cause her name is— Paul?”

Whenever you guys are promoting new Marvel movies on morning/late night shows, you were always the musical guest.

They were always excited to see you perform. They loved to see you in your element because you always looked like you were having fun and so free. You always stunned them with your talent.

They could never wrap their heads around how you could sing and dance while having so much energy on stage, it truly boggled with their minds.

When they were asked about your music career, they would always say good things because it was true.

RDJ: “She’s just so talented. Like at such a young age, she’s accomplished so much! She’s writing music, releasing album after album, and on top of that she’s working on these films with us! I’m proud of her and proud to say that she’s part of this little family we have. We’re very blessed to have her.”

Brie Larson: “I wish I was like her at that age. I’m so proud of her, she’s a young woman just doing what she loves and not letting people stop her. I’m glad that young girls around the world have her to look up to. She’s going to do amazing things in the future.”

Evans: “Man, have you heard her new album? She really went all in on that one. You know, we’ve seen her grow up into the woman she is today, and you could hear that in her music. I’m glad that we got to experience that and have some kind of part in the legacy she’s building. I hope this means we get to have a musical now.”

Mackie: “That’s our little birdie. Yeah— we call her birdie cause she’s always singing or humming something. You could never have her or Evans together on set, they just burst out singing some random song and everything becomes a musical. No, but in all seriousness, she’s special. The talent she has, you can’t find that in everyone. She’s one in a million.”

They would be so proud of you when you finally win a Grammy or other awards for your music.

There would be videos of them reacting to the moment your name is called for awards like, Album of the Year or Artist of the Year.

When you guys have karaoke night, everyone would fight for you to be on their team.

You could’ve been your own team, but there was no fun in that.

You were like the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles (If you know where that’s from, I love u)

“Robert, she was on your team last time! You can’t have her twice!”

“Watch me, Evans.”

“Ayo! Hold up! Sebastian and I barely get to have (y/n) on our team!”

“You boys are childish! (Y/n)’s going to be on my team with Brie and Lizzie.”

Being part of the Marvel family was one of the many things you were grateful for in your career.

They gave you so much love and support as if they were your real family and you loved them all so much.

Even when their times with Marvel were done, they would still be there to support you no matter what, because they were your number one fans.

#marvel #mcu #avengers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #marvel cast x teen!reader #marvel cast x reader #avengers x reader #sebastian stan x reader #anthony mackie x reader #robert downey jr x reader #scarjo #Scarlett Johansson #robert downey jr #Anthony Mackie #Paul Rudd #Brie Larson #brie larson x reader #Scarlett Johansson x reader

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mirrorforevers · 3 years

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here, there, and everywhere • graham coxon/reader

this fic is based on two prompts y'all sent me:

and

this fic really tested all of my blur knowledge holy Fuck. blur as talking heads au i guess. how cool would it be if they

1. had a girl bassist instead of the cheese tory dude

2. werent as unhappy as they were in the mid 90s (just a bit)

3. were just a little 🤏🏻 bit more female friendly lets just pretend this is a universe where the blurjob passes didnt exist heh

it took me everything i had to make this sound as realistic as it could be. u know these girls who think they could fix patrick bateman or don draper? perhaps y’all could fix blur

consider this a gift n not only me writing for your prompt, @nottuned! thank u so much for all your support n encouragement n for always bein so sweet 🥺 i hope u enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

let’s see how many references to unfortunate britpop moments y’all can find in this

also i hope i captured the silliness of the gossip and drama in that era well. if you enjoyed it, please leave an ask telling me more! ur feedback is rly important to me 😔✊🏻

tw (?) reader has shitty parents

word count: 7.938 (this one's quite long!)

smut. set in the 90s. au.

You were unlocking your door when you heard your house phone ring. The shrill sound echoed through the empty corridors as you hurriedly unwrapped your scarf, tossing your keys and backpack on nearby furniture as you ran to answer the call.

“Hello?” You answer, panting.

“Y/N?”

“Dave?” You smile, that call was a very welcome surprise. Your friend owed you an answer.

A few weeks ago, Dave Rowntree, your music classmate who became a close friend, told you that he had teamed up with two other proficient musicians to form a band. Dave was ecstatic, and every day he had new stories about his new friends to tell you between breakfasts and lunches that you shared between the countless hours of rehearsals. Even though you weren't part of the group, you already felt that you knew Damon and Graham like the back of your hand. Yin and Yang. One was expansive, ambitious, vain, impulsive. The other, shy, introspective, anxious and careful.

Damon Albarn wanted to be an actor, Graham Coxon had a firm foot in the visual arts. One was a fan of grand classical compositions, the other was a Beatles fan. They had been friends since they were children, in a seemingly unbreakable bond. Damon dropped out of his theater class not only because out of a sudden he had found a bigger calling in music instead of acting, but also because he couldn't stand being away from his best friend for so long. You found yourself often imagining their faces and voices while trying to make all of the wild and endearingly funny stories Dave told you more tangible in your head.

It was not long before Dave started dropping little hints that they needed someone else for their project. “It’s not that Graham isn’t good at bass,” he’d say, “but we could do better.” It wasn't at the top of your plans to be part of a band right now, especially as you were preparing intensely to join the Royal Academy of Music, and he knew it. When you mentioned the conversations you had with Dave about the boys on your family dinner, in quiet wonder and timid want of being part of something really exciting, your parents wrinkled their noses. Focus on the greater things, they’d say. Don’t let these boys distract you from your goal.

Our goal, they meant to say. Since you were born, you never knew if the things you wanted were really your will or theirs.

But anyway.

That dynamic went on for a while, until the day Dave invited you to audition for them while you shared a Diet Coke in the tube home.

“Will it take too much of my time?” You asked, coyly.

“Bold of you to assume we’ll let you in that quickly.” He chuckles, amused by your confidence. You playfully elbow him in return. He knew how good you were at what you did, though, and there’s lightness in his tone when he continues, “But no, unless you let it. You’ll probably have to stand up to Damon every once in a while.” He sips the drink, handing it over to you.

“What about Graham? How much is he determined to make it big?”

“Damon’s the one who wants it the most. Graham’s studying Fine Arts at Goldsmiths, so. There’s still cautiousness in him.”

“Huh. Okay then.” You reply, thoughts running wild. “Do we have a time and date?”

“Is tomorrow ok to you?”

“Sure. After our class?”

“Perfect.” The train reaches his station. He ruffles your hair: “See you tomorrow then.”

“See you.”

You don’t tell anything about it to your parents, you just warn them that you’ll arrive a bit later than usual. Dave’s intel was crucial to your choice of songs: knowing Graham was the beatlemaniac and also the rational brake to Damon’s tireless ambition, you knew who to please and have as an ally, so you build an innovative and fresh mashup of Paul McCartney’s greatest basslines to play for them. Of course it could backfire, but you didn’t care. You had a hell of a good ear anyway and if Damon wanted you to play anything out of the blue, you would improvise beautifully over it.

The day comes. You didn’t know why you were that nervous for an amateur audition. You weren’t even sure if it was the right path to follow, given that, depending on how focused Damon really was and how contagious his aspiration was, being part of a band could really take you out of your predestinated course. The reason why you were so nervous, now thinking a little more about it, may be because deep inside, you want your path to be a little less predictable. You didn’t want to fill your heart with hopes that you might make it big and travel all over the world because you didn’t even know them. But… what if it clicks? You knew some people in the scene whose work was getting seriously recognized out there.

Meeting them for the first time was an enigmatic experience. Damon was incredibly brash and cocky - not the first theater kid you’ve met in your life. Graham was way more approachable, though also a bit conceited when pushed just right. You wondered if you’d fit in that boys’ club, and decided you wouldn’t be an easy target for discredit or any kind of shit they might give you. “Took me a while to fully get their trust. You’ll do just fine”, Dave said, out of their earshot.

That gave you more fuel to play amazingly well. Damon definitely wasn’t one to be impressed quickly, but he was, when you finished your set. So was Graham - Graham was starry eyed with your performance, actually. Albarn showed you a song and asked you if you could improvise to it, just as you imagined. Of course you could, on the first play. You even suggested some adjustments to its structure. Your feedback was welcomed and noted.

Even though everything went surprisingly well, you still weren't sure if you would be a member of “Seymour”, as they called themselves. (You knew it wasn’t the best name, but you didn’t have a better suggestion at the time so you’ve kept your opinion to yourself.) Graham became eerily quiet out of a sudden and wouldn’t cross eyes with you the entire time you were there. Damon, well, was Damon. Perhaps he thought you were too ordinary and mainstream for deciding to play Beatles when he’s trying to be the new avant-garde Jesus.

But Dave's news was different than you expected. “They really, really enjoyed your audition. As I thought they would.” You can hear the smile in his voice. "When can you rehearse with us?"

Months after, on your first gig as a fully formed and integrated band, Damon was hit in the face by a guy twice his size, Graham vomited onstage and you and Dave had to take care of both. A beautiful way to close the already exquisite day you had, after you fought with your parents, got kicked out of your childhood home and gave up on entering the Royal Academy of Music two days after you received your acceptance letter featuring rave reviews of your entrance exam.

Dealing with these boys - no, grown-ass men - was hard, but not completely unpleasant. If it were totally unpleasant, you wouldn’t give up on your entire life to embark on such an adventure.

You - plural you - were so gifted and Damon’s compositions were so good. You could see that artsy pretentious mess of an act going somewhere. Of course, you were a bit lost in your life, but so were they, as you ran from city to city meeting new people and trying new things in your journey to fame.

Loneliness, once a close friend, became a distant acquaintance. One you didn’t know anymore.

You confess you were getting worried, though, with how much money you had left on your savings and how much you were spending lately now that your parents weren’t an active part of your life. Wanting to eat something you cannot dream of buying without that money being really useful in a much more critical situation, not having nearly enough money to replace something important that broke or got torn off was frustrating. Some basic things became luxuries out of a sudden.

One day in particular, you very briefly mentioned that you were dying to eat a slice of chocolate cake, but your voice was so small and everyone was so immersed in their duties you thought no one gave two shits to what you said. Two days later, Graham arrived late at rehearsal with a small chocolate cake in his hands, handing it over to you like it was a completely ordinary act. Nothing in the way he acted told you he expected a reward, it was so natural and… gentle. You knew no one in your band could buy a chocolate cake without it being apocalyptic to their personal finances during that time.

That day, you were assured by fate that feeling lost together was better than feeling guided alone.

The band finally got on track - strictly musically speaking. Personally speaking, many contemporaries who followed you at parties and other events described you as an ever-growing odd, annoying and intermittently disarming bunch - and Blur and its members became household names, at least in the UK. It became harder and harder everyday to impose yourself as an entire industry and its target public aimed to tear you down. Men couldn’t understand.

(Graham Coxon was the one who tried the hardest to.)

It was four in the morning. You’ve got used to following your bandmates to hospitals, running away from trouble or knowing when to relish in it. But it was the first time you offered yourself to clean up dried blood from one’s face, given how much you hated seeing the fluid and even fainted when younger whenever exposed to it.

You, so delicately, wipe the saline solution-soaked cotton across Graham’s face, who flinches at the cold sensation on his still sensitive skin. He stares at you with the eyes of a child, and you couldn’t help but give him a slight, warm smile in return, which he retributes. Your face conveyed gratitude and affection towards the one you were taking care of. Your hands still struggled to stay completely still after the surge of adrenaline your body received a few hours ago.

Being the only girl in a massive band, and one the music magazines and mainstream media loved sexualizing, meant having paparazzis in your window in odd hours (not that that’s acceptable in any hour, but you had to lower your standards even more these days), meant having different photographers trying to pressure you to get into all kinds of uncomfortable angles with skimpy-ass dresses and just count on the intervention of your fellow bandmates so they would stop, also having invasive male fans who would try to harass you in any way they could.

Of course the day where one of your bandmates would get into a fist fight with one of these men inserted into these categories would come. And even though they were all protective of you, each in their own peculiar, increasingly contradictory way, Graham’s dedication to it was sometimes commendable.

You were making your way through a small corridor of people on your way to the stage when a random guy cupped one of your breasts. It’s not like the venue was incredibly tight, it could not have been on accident and it made your blood boil. You turned around to scream at him, and Graham, who was just behind you, threw a punch directly towards the man’s face, without thinking twice.

And oh boy, took a lot of people and a sweet amount of time to separate the two after that.

After all was said and done, Graham had a few scratches, a black eye and a cut brow. He kept dodging your many “sorrys”, “you didn’t have to do this” and other expressions of guilt. “You have nothing to be sorry about, he deserved it”, he kept assuring you, like a mantra, just giving in to your pleas when you supplicated to take care of his wounds during intermission and after the show.

“I get why you did what you did, Gra. I hate that you took such a risk because of me, but I understand.” you say, voice cracking from not using it for a while after spending some good minutes in complete silence taking care of him. “However,” you soak another cotton ball in the saline solution a roadie got you, punctuating the word with a squeeze to the cotton to remove excess liquid. “I was worried sick about you. What if he… had a knife or something? You could’ve got seriously injured. Or killed.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m perfectly able to have a good fight,” after wincing from the contact of the cold wet cotton with his dried blood, he purses his lips in a forced, shy smile, trying to light up the mood. He notices your hands are still shaking from the adrenaline, and takes one of them in his bigger ones, trying to calm you down. The fact that he did this for you, coupled with the fear and how tired you felt of having to go through that kind of situation once again, made you cry-laugh from how overwhelmed you felt.

His expression changes to one of pure compassion in an instant. “Hey, don’t--oh my,” he gets up from his chair to embrace you as you pour your frustrations through fat tears running down his shoulder.

“It’s so exhausting,” you mumble, through sobs. “Now I’m putting you in danger too. I feel like I did and I’m still doing everything wrong. I should be the one giving you a shoulder to cry on.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong! Anything at all, I promise you,” he says, tenderly, running his hands through your hair, still holding you tight. “It was his fault! I decided it was the right thing to do. You’re worth the risk. What people have been putting you through is unacceptable.”

“I’m not worth the risk!” You break apart from his arms, trying to get your point across. “What would I do without you if someone killed you? You need to be more careful!”

The silence hangs heavy between you two thanks to the weight of your words.

“You should’ve asked me before you lunged at him, at least. I don’t know.” You wipe your many tears as you move towards the nearest bottle of water to try to calm yourself down. “It’ll never end. I’m so afraid that these situations will get even worse. That,” you motion at his wounds and dirty clothes, “is a bloody tragedy. It’s a tragedy things escalated to this point. You can’t do that forever.”

“This is just a consequence. And something I would do for you in a heartbeat whenever necessary.”

“Graham, I don’t want you to get hurt because--”

“They hurt you. I won’t let you go through that alone. Besides,” he comes closer to you again. “As I already told you, I can take care of myself, most of the time.” He takes your face in his hands, his fingers so delicately running across your cheeks to dry your tears. You knew that gesture wasn’t his way of asking you for anything you weren’t ready to give him yet. He just wanted you to feel safe. “And I want to take care of you.”

“I’m the one cleaning your wounds.”

“A great partnership, I think.” Coxon chuckles softly, and finally gets a smile out of you. As he always does. “And they make me look cool, don’t you think?”

“Shut up.” You giggle, still feeling too emotional to return to the stage. You sigh: “Thank you for being there for me. You know I’m still not very used to it. Just please be safe.”

The roadie returns, a little flustered by interrupting your little moment together. “5 minutes and you’re back, guys.”

“Okay!” You both turn to answer her.

“I’ll be. No need to thank me for anything, Y/N.” He answers, giving your forehead a little kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Give me two minutes. I’ll be right behind you.”

“What’s it like, being the only woman in the band?”

Four eyerolls at once don’t seem to faze the interviewer. She waits for your response.

Apparently the thousand invasive questions regarding Damon’s love life and the same bullshit treatment of women as either rare specimen or sex dolls is what pleases the audience of music TV shows these days.

“What do you think?” is what you say.

“Must be a thrill to have these beautiful boys around you all the time. And we’ve heard you never even took advantage of it!”

You don’t like where this is heading. “Is that… a bad thing? I don’t know what you mean.”

“Perhaps some of our lady viewers might think it is. No judgement though!” She raises her hands. “You do you, it’s just that it’s quite unexpected to see prudes in non-Christian bands. I mean… from what we’ve heard.”

“I’m sorry? What are you trying to say? What did you hear?”

Her tongue clicks while she stares at you with defiance and mischief on her eyes, as she goes a little further and raises her voice so it can overlay yours. “Oh love. You do know what I’m talking about. There’s no need to be ashamed of being a virgin.”

Your cheek burns intensely and the only thing you wished for was for the ground to swallow you whole. Dave and Graham are especially uncomfortable. Damon’s a bit amused. The three knew almost everything there was to know about you. The one topic that surprisingly they didn’t know about is that you’re still a virgin.

They know you’ve been single for a long time. They know that’s part of what draws so much attention and twisted lore regarding you and your past, but that’s not something they felt they needed to know about you at all, and you truly never felt the need to comment about that with any of them, and they haven’t asked. Not even Mr. “the way to be successful in this game is to make all the boys wanna be you and all the girls wanna sleep with you. In your case that’d work in reverse” Damon Albarn.

“Is that even something that should be discussed in an interview about our music? Is that what your boss told you to ask her about?” Dave answers, his tone venomous.

“Musicians are way more than just music. You’re entertainment in every sense of the word.”

“Who told you that about me?” You asked, not sure if you want to know the answer.

“A lovely elderly lady who lives in Elgin Crescent. She knows you so well.”

That’s your mum. That’s how far low your relationship has degraded. You’re not surprised. That doesn’t feel less like a punch on your gut, but you don’t feel like tumbling again. Not today.

“I know who you’re talking about. Tell her I asked her to go fuck herself and burn in hell. In that order.”

“But that’s your--”

“Yes, she is my mum!” If people are going to expose you anyway, then why don’t you do it on your terms? “We’re truly entertainment in every sense of the word, aren’t we. Not everyone’s mum’s a cunt. Some of us aren’t that lucky.”

“You want to be the next Gallagher sister with the spicy remarks?”

“Not sure. But I do want to be the last person you ever get to interview.”

The management of the band wasn’t at all surprised your interview became UK’s topic of the week. People were heavily divided between family is family and we shouldn’t hate our relatives and blood isn’t everything, family can be shitty too. Your bandmates were proud of you. The management was angry but tried to understand, and didn’t press you for further explanations. They suggested a two-week break from everything so Blur could rest their image and start a fresh cycle after that, and you gracefully accepted it.

The whole thing seemed so ridiculous the more you thought about it. Did your mum tell the reporter about that gratuitously? What was their conversation like? How did that even happen?

You became the butt of jokes in some places. You saw other famous people doing challenges between them, countdowns, all sorts of crude remarks. What a pathetic, sad chapter of your career.

You dial Graham, and you feel like your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

“Hey, Gra. It’s me.”

“Hey, Y/N.” He sounds pleasantly surprised. “How's it going?”

“Better, I guess. I have to take my mind off all that chaos though. Are you available right now?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been owing me a movie night for quite a while now and I miss spending time with you. Wanna come over?”

“Aww. Sure, I--um. Do you want me to bring anything?”

“I’m pretty sure I got everything we need here--ah… I think I don’t have any more beers.”

“I’ll buy some then. See ya in a few minutes.”

Actually, you couldn’t take all that chaos off your mind because that was the only thing in it. You’re feeling so nervous.

The main reasons sex wasn’t a priority for you until now were:

You didn’t have any real opportunities of losing your virginity in your teens. You were impossibly introspective until, like, 3, 4 years ago, and the way your family worked hasn’t really allowed you to get really close to people. Be it boyfriends, girlfriends or just friends. Anything that threatened to take time off the various tasks and classes your parents assigned to you just couldn’t be part of your life. To be honest, you still struggled a bit to form meaningful connections with people thanks to how you grew up.

The moment you stopped being shy, you noticed it was a real man’s world out there, especially in music, classical or not. You didn’t want anyone to think you fucked your way up to the top, you didn’t want any messy affairs. Also, you had yourself, and you didn’t get all of the hype regarding the concept of screwing someone. But apparently there’s a lot you’ve been missing, given the importance people seem to give to it. After that incident, even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t give in to any kind of misogynistic pressure, that was one that really got under your skin.

You never really found someone who you felt 100% safe with in that sense until the one who’s about to arrive at your house appeared in your life. Bloody hell, and you don’t even have anything romantic going on. By the time you were a Blur member, you’ve fooled around a bit, but not all the way. You knew how to kiss, knew how to touch yourself and even brought manual satisfaction to some random fool you thought you were into one time. But perhaps this is the time to go all the way. Why not? Everyone knew how close you two were. He made you feel special. He was so kind. And gorgeous. And--

You hear a knock on your door. It’s him. Beers in hand, hair somewhat in place, twitchy as ever.

He comes inside and you feel like your legs will give up anytime. It was not the first time he visited you. It was one of many, actually, and he noticed you were acting… different.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks after a brief dialogue between you two, after plating some snacks for both of you.

“Graham...” You sigh, being really careful with your words. “What is your perception of me?”

“My perception of you?” He smiles. “I… think you’re great. You’re fun to be around. You’re one of the best musicians I know, if not the best. Why are you asking me that?”

“N-nothing. It’s nothing. Also, I asked the wrong question. What was your first perception of me?”

“Uh… the day of your audition?”

“Exactly. You barely talked to me that day.”

His eyes lower to his own feet. “I was really timid, actually. I wasn’t used to being near any girl, especially one who… w-would spend so much time around me if everything went well.”

You giggle. “I thought you hated me.”

“Never!” his smile turns into a full blown laughter. You melt at his confession. “Also because it seemed like you were trying to read my mind or something.”

“Of course! Because I thought you hated me!” Now that was a laughter you two shared. You do a voice: “‘Why is that pesky girl trying to get in my band?’”

“My goodness, no! I don’t even sound like that - you know what, I changed my mind. You suck. Because, besides the fact you don’t even know what I sound like, you still haven’t told me why you are asking me that in the first place.”

You couldn’t help but notice how he slightly cornered you physically in one of the kitchen corridors. Graham could be really persuasive when he wanted to.

“Okay. Right. Um. I’ve been thinking about some stuff.”

“What, exactly?”

“Everything that happened this month. The great virginity debacle,” you roll your eyes, and he scoffs.

“You don’t own anyone any information about what you do or don't do with your life. Everyone’s being so invasive. That was incredibly childish of the reporter to do, and we talked about that hundreds of times.”

“Yeah, but… you know what, forget it.”

“Tell me, Y/N. I just said that because I want you to know you were not in the wrong.”

“I know. It’s just… I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s silly for me to… keep closing myself for affection. Any kind of affection.”

“What are you talking about?” His brows furrowed in curiosity.

“I’m not sure if it’s the pressure that finally got under my skin, but… I’m willing to learn what all the fuss is about. Maybe it’s silly that I’m still a virgin.”

He bites his lips, still processing what you just said, expression unreadable. Perhaps you’ve treaded a ground you shouldn’t. You step back both literally and figuratively. “I’m sorry I even brought that up--”

“No, no, don’t be.” He assures you. “I’m just… surprised, that’s all. I swear.”

“And...” You know what. You already went too far, so why not go all the way. You’ve already gone way past the point of no return. “I was wondering if… you would… popmycherry?”

His eyes widen, yours still closed. When you finally open them, he’s closer to you again.

If his head was a machine, you’re sure it would be releasing lots of steam and shaking due to overprocessing. You felt like you just ruined everything.

“Y/N, you don’t need to do it if you don’t really want to.”

“But I want it! At first I thought I didn’t, but then I thought...”

“I don’t want to be part of that if you’re just doing it to fulfill weird expectations.”

“But it’s not that. Not just... that. I asked about your perception of me because I really like you, Gra. I think we should be more than friends and I wanted to know what you think about me. And I want to know what the fuss is about, yes, but I’m not telling you that just so I can lose my virginity to prove some point. I’m telling you that because I like you, I want to kiss you, and I think it would be a great idea if you showed me what it’s like. Y-you know, sex.”

“I-I can’t believe it. Did you even have any movie in mind?” His smile’s back, but you’re still not confident about what his answer will be.

“I didn’t. I’m sorry. You don’t have to--”

He sighs. “I was in love with you the moment I first saw you, actually.” He says it like he’s releasing a huge load out of his back, his arms crossed. Now your eyes widen, and you hold your breath without even noticing. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I know how you feel, or, felt about relationships, so… there wasn’t any reason for me to tell you that. And what I said about being timid was just half of the truth.”

“Huh?”

“I also was really intimidated by how pretty you looked. You can’t imagine how.”

“No way.”

“It’s true. I felt like I wasn’t even worthy of looking at you, really.”

“You’re joking. That’s mean, Gra.”

“I’m not. I’m really not.” He doesn’t look like he is joking. He looks relieved. “I’m really not. That’s why I’m so surprised by your request.”

“I’m nothing special.”

“You are everything to me. But I can’t accept your offer, not now.”

“Are you… seeing someone? Am I too late?”

“No. Definitely not. I just want you to be sure you’re not doing it because people are saying you should.”

“Graham, I’m a grown woman.”

“I know.”

Graham carefully presses his slightly chapped lips to yours, kissing you for a few precious, heart stopping seconds before pulling away; his voice is impossibly silky when he suggests, “Let’s watch a movie. How about The Godfather? I heard it’s airing tonight. Then, if in two weeks you don’t change your mind, tell me and I’ll be glad to help you with what you want. Do we have a deal?”

“That’s so unfair. I want you so bad.” You whisper.

“Tell me if you still do in two weeks.”

You sigh, defeated. “...Deal.”

You definitely notice the subtle shift in Graham’s personality and actions after that fateful night. If you were already close, both figuratively and literally, it now seemed like he would use any excuse to always touch you, be near you, sometimes tease you. The shift was subtle, though, don’t forget it’s still Graham Coxon we’re talking about - the constant “is it okay if”s or “is it alright if I”s were still there, as careful as ever. You don’t even talk about your deal that entire time, or even kiss again - sometimes you wondered if it was even real or just a fabrication of your mind.

The way he now caressed your hand discreetly when you listened to Damon’s ramblings, the way his hands now went directly to your waist when your games became too handsy, the way he seemed to be madly in love with everything you were and still are from the start - made you realize you were ready for this man to be a consistent part of your life.

The dust of the controversy was settled, and your own intentions were 100% clear to you now. The societal pressure has waned. The need for Graham to be your first persisted. After exactly 2 weeks have passed, you call him again, yearning to share the answer with him.

One beep.

Two beeps.

Three beeps.

Four beeps. “Hello?”

You release a sigh hidden deep inside of your lungs. “Graham, it’s Y/N.”

“Oh. It’s been two weeks.” You could hear the contemplative tone of his voice.

“...Yeah. That’s precisely the reason I’m calling you.”

“Do you still want to…?”

“...Desperately.”

“Ok.” He chuckles, flustered as hell on the other side of the phone, probably one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. “Right. Ok. Your place or mine?”

“I think there’ll be an element of mystery if I go to your place this time.” You lose some of the constraints this silly shyness has been tying you on. “Do you have everything we might need there?”

“We don’t need a dungeon, you know.”

“The basics.” You make your smile heard.

“I do have… I do have the basics.”

“See you in a few minutes then.”

“Will you want to… ease into it? Or just go straight to it?”

“God, don’t make it awkward!” Your cheeks burn, your smile turning into contagious laughter. “Maybe… I don’t know. Ease into it, I guess? A movie night… but with s-something else?”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

“Alright then. See you.”

“See you.”

You don’t choose any particularly fancy or sexy clothes, instead settling for a slightly oversized yellow striped shirt he gave you as a birthday present some months ago and some skirt that fit you well. He wasn’t one to lavish his loved ones with gifts all the time, but few things were as precious as the look on his face whenever he saw you wearing something he gave you or, hell, even eating something he paid for you. You’re thrilled to see it again when he opens the door for you, it easing some of your deepest doubts.

2001: A Space Odyssey is already playing on the TV when you arrive. Despite it being one of your favorite movies of all time, and his, you’re not mad it was already halfway through when you arrived. It wasn’t your main priority to rewatch it for the 17th time tonight.

He offers you some wine, which you accept to ease the nerves. You sit on his couch, and he shares the cozy space with you, now mindlessly throwing one of his arms around your shoulders. You cuddle up to him, and everything seems peaceful in the world for a while.

The tip of his fingers softly caress your lifted knee, absentmindedly. You couldn’t help but notice how well his body fits with yours, how your skin was apparently made for him to touch, and the anxiety rumbles in your stomach like a storm in a wild wavy sea. After some minutes, you raise your head, his big brown eyes meeting yours as if asking you a silent question. You leaned up a bit more to press your lips to his, in a silent answer. The sweetness in him makes this moment as precious as every other moment you ever shared with him. His hands enter your hair, making you shiver a bit from the unfamiliarity and the electricity of it all - but it doesn’t sway you from deepening the kiss, wanting more of his taste, more of this, more of him.

“Do you wanna take this to the bed?” He whispers, after noticing your moans were becoming more frequent and needy. You nod, and you are taken by surprise when he carries you bridal style to it, hiding your excited giggles in his broad shoulders.

Graham wasn’t exactly the most organized man in the world - so the fact that his bedroom was now impossibly tidy was something that positively caught your attention. He put some planning into this. He lays you down and you part your legs, beckoning him to meet you between them. He does, and you go back to the breathtaking makeout session. You notice he’s holding himself back a bit, taking his time, his warm tongue moving smoothly, not hurriedly, against yours. His self control falters a bit though, given how he can’t stop grinding against you. You follow the rhythm of his hips a bit timidly and not nearly as in sync as you’d really like, though the pressure his covered cock is creating against your core can already be felt and some particular thrusts are able to fill at least partially the aching, wet need growing within you.

“How do you feel about oral?” He asks, breath warm near your ear, his voice raspy and spent by his desire for you.

“Um… It would be my first time receiving or doing it.”

“Would you like me to go down on you?”

“Wow. I never thought I would hear you saying something like that.” You smile, still assimilating the situation you’re in, trying not to show how badly his voice is affecting you. “Sure.”

“I never thought I would get to propose this to you. Aren’t we full of surprises lately.” He smiles back, warmly. He notices your hands trembling a bit from how anxious you are while you’re taking off your underwear with his help, and as he lowers himself to where you need him most, he takes your hands in his as an act of reassurance. “Tell me what you like. Tell me if what I’m doing works for you. I want this to be a great experience.”

“You want me to get addicted to you, that’s what you want,” He chuckles, lovingly kissing your thigh as a reply. “Okay, Gra. Guess I’ll find out along the way.”

You quickly take a peak below you to see the lower half of his face disappear in the middle of your thighs. The sight alone sets your fire ablaze, as he hooks his arms around your thighs and lifts you closer to his mouth, his lips ghosting over the curls between your legs tantalizingly and his breath catching when your hips jerk forward.

As he begins his ministrations, you immediately notice it’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt. That feeling was completely alien to you. It was even wetter than you expected, and weird, but powerfully pleasant. Before this exact moment, you had a firm belief that hardly anyone else would make you feel the same way, or better, than you do yourself, but apparently you were very wrong. Thankfully you were wrong. “My god,” you gasp as the flat of his tongue drags over your folds, too much and not enough, and you jerk at the contact. “This is great. So weird, but-- great.”

He moans at your response, his movements carefully enthusiastic. He works his tongue between your folds and traces up to curl the tip of it around your clit, and it’s quite endearing and madly arousing to see how he eats out you like you’re the sweetest and tastier dessert he has ever tasted. You involuntarily buck against him with a desperate sound the moment he moves his tongue and lips in a particularly wicked way, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but you still feel the need to highlight in case it didn’t - “That. Keep doing that, please,”

And he does. The building of this climax is also different than the ones you already had by your own hands, and is more coy. As he sees the drops of sweat sliding along your soft skin and the expressions on your face as you get lost in this new but enchanting sensations, his hesitation and self-control fades away; there’s nothing uncertain in the way he buries his face in your cunt now, nothing restrained in the groan he lets out as he devours you and drinks you down as if you’re the first stream of water he has seen in days.

His tongue glides deeper in your folds again and again, swirling up through the wetness you’re coated with to tease at your clit while he grunts and strains closer, squeezing your thighs with both hands tight. The wave of heat inside of you is cresting so fast, you don't even know how to tell him, how to signal that you’re nearly done for and, in the end, it happens too fast to even try. He sucks at your clit, circling it with his tongue, once, twice, and then you’re crying out, shaking underneath him, trying to keep your thighs from clenching too hard around his head as he laps you through it with with urgent whimpers and moans, as if he cannot have enough of you.

You’re still trembling when he rises, the look on his face revealing to you how proud he feels by making you feel this way. It looks so good on him.

You fail miserably at the simple task of connecting words together after that, choosing instead to collect your remaining strength, prop yourself up and beckon him again to keep kissing him and learn, through his talented tongue, how you taste. He kisses the thin fabric of the shirt at your chest that covers you from view, your throat, your jaw, and before he reaches your impatient lips, he notes, sinfully, “Seems like you enjoyed yourself, love.”

“That was… unbelievable. Stars, I want to make you feel good too. Please show me how.”

“Keep kissing me,” he begs, voice still strained from how aroused he is. “I want to be inside you so bad. Let’s get you prepared.” You’re still so sensitive, you tread on overstimulation when his fingers lightly touch your clit, making you break the kiss in a hiss. He traces a line on your folds, inspecting the impact his mouth had on you. “So wet for me.”

“Bit slower, Gra,” He complies to your breathy plea, his fingers now more tame as he slowly spreads your wetness throughout your pussy. He stretches towards the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, interrupting his contact to spread some on his fingers before unhurriedly slipping his middle finger inside of you. The coldness of the gel makes you shiver in surprise, the easiness brought by it very welcomed. Again - the sensation is odd. Completely unfamiliar. The feeling of having something inside of you for the first time, going further than you ever dared to try, probing, exploring; the coldness of the lube clashing against your burning hot cunt. But it also felt nice. The focused look on his face was adorable, he looked like he was a scientist in the middle of very complex research.

Despite the panting, the messy hair and the fire in his eyes.

Your body already has a lot of new sensations to process simultaneously, so when he asks you to take off your bra and shirt so his tongue can work on your nipples - which you gladly accept, you feel like you’re on sensual overload. His tongue, again, so talented, takes your mind off the slight burning you feel when he introduces his ring finger to your soaked, throbbing core, his focused, carefully overpowering and constant stimulation driving you insane.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice muffled by your breast. You nod, carried by the wave of pleasure sweeping you.

“Yes. God, yes.” You pant, tangling your fingers tightly on his thick hair as an encouragement, a desperate sound escaping from your lips the moment he reaches a certain point within you you didn’t even know existed, hot mouth continuing to lick and suck your nipple. Even though you were spent by your last orgasm, he was indeed getting you addicted to those new feelings, and even though this was heavenly, truly heavenly, you needed more. “Gra, I’m ready, I think.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

Releasing your nipple from his lips with a sounding pop, he eagerly frees himself from his trousers - hard as a brick - and puts protection and lubrication on, swiftly positioning himself between your thighs while stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You motion to take off your skirt, and he holds your hand, not letting you. “Don’t. It’ll be really hot to fuck you in this.” He confesses, giving your forehead a kiss in a very different context than before. He aligns his forehead with yours, each of your lips just barely touching while you breathe each other’s air. He looks deep into your eyes, slowly running the tip of his cock between the slick folds of your pussy, coating himself in the remnants of your pleasure. “Do you trust me?”

You trust me to know your limits? Not to go any further if you don’t really want me to?

“Absolutely.”

The only response you get from him is a shuddering, helpless moan into your mouth and you hold him tighter to you, grinding your still sensitive cunt up against his cock while he pulls hard at the soft fur next to your head. You feel your soaking pussy lips part around the solid curve of his length and gradually coat the underside of him in slick with every gentle circle and roll your hips make, as he finally pulls away from your mouth to drop his forehead to your neck. He then, very slowly, penetrates you, stopping when he hears the noises you make indicating you’re struggling to adjust to his presence. Out of everything you’ve felt in the last minutes, this was by far the most painful sensation. “This-- is new,” you note, your face completely incapable of hiding the discomfort. He also notices that.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“It’s okay. I’ll get used to it.”

“It’s not supposed to be about endurance, you know.” He says, a bit breathless and worried, caressing your hair. “Tell me when it’s okay to move. Or if you feel too much pain.”

After some long seconds and some deep breaths, you say: “Okay. Go on.”

“As you wish.”

He moves inside you at a very slow pace, the lubrication clearly making it easier for you to handle it. It still hurts, significantly, but the sensation of being filled is also surprisingly arousing.

His hand moves to your sensitive clit again in small, measured circles, your little moans being a mixture of the pain of penetration and the sheer ecstasy of seeing him falling apart because of you. The way his chest heaves while the drops of sweat start pearling his fair skin, the furrowed brows and broken groans, the thickness of him as he rests heavy up against your entrance, the way his voice presses deliciously tight in his throat as he gasps out into the quiet room - everything’s making your chest burst in love and satisfaction. You tighten your grip around him and roll your hips up into his cock, letting it break you open nice and slow; it stretches you wide with a deliciously sharp fullness and pleasure rips through you, and Graham becomes even more vocal as he picks up a steady and gradually faster pace. He turned all of your keys, it’s about time you turn some of his.

“Graham, deeper,” you whimper, continuing to tighten your legs and hoist yourself up, lifting your hips to take his cock deeper inside you. His name rips itself from your throat while Coxon clenches his jaw and starts to lose himself in the pleasure, holding you down into the bed while he allows your desperation to guide him to the perfect angle and speed to sate you. He found denying you to be impossible.

He snarls and curses as he holds you down and rails you, determined to make you sing again before he finishes, and to his delight, your heightened sensitivity gives him what he wants. And this time, he couldn't hold on.

Graham kisses you one last time as he groans and gives in, head dropping to your neck again. You didn’t reach a second climax, but stars, what an experience you just had.

When he comes back to himself enough to realise he still had you practically folded in half, he carefully pulls his softening cock free, taking the condom off and taking the strands of hair out of your face as you struggle to catch your breath. You suggest a shared bath, a suggestion he gladly accepts.

Too tired and too sore for pillow talk, comfortable silence falls as your hand finds his, and you lay, listening to each other’s breathing slowly settle.

I could get used to his little snore on my chest, is the last thought that twinkles on your mind before you fall asleep snuggled with him.

#graham coxon #alex james #damon albarn #dave rowntree #blur #britpop #smut #imagine #reader insert #graham coxon x reader #graham x reader #y/n #fluff #au #fanfiction #blur band

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honeyflies05 · 2 years

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me reacting to 911 lone star 3x08

this ep was a doozy!

CARLOS IS SUPPOSED TO GO??

oh boy

we love the firehouse being supportive<3

TK YOURE GOING. END OF STORY.

NO. DONT DO IT TK. TK NO.

STOP IT TK STOP IT

oh thank god the first time I’m happy to see owen

WOOOOOHOOOO DISPATCHER EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh shit wait back to back episodes of 911?? I don’t think I can handle this

,,,dare I say teenage tk🤤

california you say???? hey 118😁

TK you’re not fine.

gwyn role model✨

“you may not have loved her anymore but I still do” OWWWWWWW

i feel like tk is pushing the “if I’m a firefighter/paramedic I can save everyone”

THATS HOW CARLOS OH MY GOD

carlos is getting so much screen time lately I’m so,,,,

“I’ll see u in New York” THATS WHAT THEY ALL SAY

i just wanna give tk a hug

THE LADY DIDNT KNOW NOOOOO

yell at him TK don’t let anyone stop u😌

TK STOP STEALING ALCOHOL P L E A S E

this boy gonna give me heart problems

can u imagine Carlos going “I should’ve put tk on my flight. he would’ve been safe.”

DID TK TAKE SOME.

oh thank god

I’m being put on a plane for the first time in 2 weeks this episode is not good for my anxiety

idk who this woman is but queen<3

what if Owen gets 9/11 flashbacks

OH SHIT HER HEADS OUT THE WINDOW

TK going straight into paramedic mode<3

well that’s not good

🎶things you can do, using an app🎶

i love this volkswagen ad

CALLING TOMMY AHAHA

the invention of plastic, darn

tk is projecting “I can’t lose another one” huh

SHOW ME CARLOS PLEASE!!!!!!!!

i am a Carlos simp and I am proud

TK</3

damn gwyn go for the throat

gwyn is an amazing mother oh my god

i just wanna give gwyn and tk a hug

YOU CANT GO TO YOUR OWN SONS FUNERAL BUT HES GOING TO YOURS

tk admitting he was gonna overdose🥲

now now don’t make Owen an amazing dad now😡

NANCY AND MATEO????????? please😍

Los Angeles????? HELLO 118!!!

this song oh my god what’s the name hello

GIVE ME A SNIPPET SINCE THEYRE IN LA PLEASE

p l e a s e

30 days TK<3

tk getting the help he needed is gonna make me cry

CARLOS<<<<33333

someone needs to make a gif of that hug oh my god I can already see the fics

THAT HUG OH MY GOD REMINDED ME OFF TESSA AND SCOTT

Chinese food solves everyone’s problems

give me carlos >:(

DANG IT

P A U L

oh my god Paul and Marjan content?? SIGN ME UP

#911 on fox #911 lone star #tk strand #3x08 #Owen strand #carlos reyes #this episode man #and now I’m supposed to get on a PLANE???#pray for me yall

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fatiguing-thoughts · 3 years

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“New Years Kiss” - Embry Call x Reader

Requests: “i would sell u my soul for a new years embry imagine”

“can you do an embry x reader where he proposes to his imprint in front of the whole pack and it’s sweet and quil cries lmao! i would so appreciate it!”

I mixed these two together because I thought it would blend well and would be cute :)

I finished getting myself ready for tonight, giddy with excitement. Despite hanging out with all my best friends practically everyday, holidays were always something worth getting excited for.

“Babe, are you ready to go?” Embry’s head pops into the doorway of our bedroom.

“Yeah, let me just get my shoes on.” I smile, beginning to put my shoes on.

“Great.” He smiles, walking out to the living room.

I give myself another look over, admiring how well I did with my hair.

“Let’s get going.” I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his warm torso.

“I already started the car so it’d warm up for you.” His soft lips press into the top of my head.

“Thank you, Em.”

“Of course. Don’t forget to bring the cookies we made.” He laughs, grabbing my coat for me.

“I won’t.”

I walk and grab the enormous tray filled with a variety of cookies off the counter and make my way over to him, swapping the cookies for my coat.

The drive to Emily’s was short, us singing some of our favorite songs the whole way--- just like every other car ride. I look over to admire his chiseled features reflecting the headlights and streetlights from outside the car, appreciating his beauty.

We pull up in front of Sam and Emily’s and get out of the car. The crunching of snow under our feet and the smell of winter air invading my senses was enough to put an endless smile on my face.

“Hey!” We’re greeted by a chorus of hellos as soon as we entered the living room.

We immediately make our rounds, greeting everyone a hello. We have some drinks and eat some snacks, awaiting the legendary countdown to midnight, just like every other year.

“(Y/N), these cookies are amazing.” Quil says, crumbs flying from his mouth.

“Thanks, Quil. Glad to know you enjoy them.” I giggle.

Embry sits on the couch, pulling me into his lap as he does so.

“Hey, baby.” He murmurs against my skin.

“Hey, Em.” I smile, blushing as always.

“Hey there, lovebirds.” Quil teases, sitting down next to us. “You’re gonna make me sick.”

“Oh shut up, Ateara.” I lightly smack his arm.

He holds up his hands in surrender, making a fake kissy face at us, causing Embry to punch him in the arm, considerably harder than my slap.

“Ouch, can’t I bully my best friends in peace? Sheesh.” He chuckles.

I shake my head, laughing to myself.

“One minute!” I hear Emily announce with a huge smile plastered on her face as Sam wraps his arm around her waist.

“Come on.” Embry says, standing us both up.

“Ten, nine, eight…” Everyone chants around us.

His warm hands cup my face as he stares deeply into my eyes, a smirk on his lips. Though there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

“Three, two, one!” Everyone chants.

He pulled me in for a deep kiss, pulling me close into his chest. Out of breath, he pulled away soon after.

And then he got down on one knee. I felt all the air leave my lungs, my eyes widening, and my hands found my mouth gasping in shock.

“(Y/N), you’re the light in my life. There’s no better way to bring in the new year than to take the next step in our relationship. I knew since we were kids that you were going to be the girl I would marry. I love you, so will you marry me?” He looks up at me with hopeful eyes and a vibrant smile.

“Oh, oh my god, yes!” I choke out, tears brimming my eyes.

He let out an enormous breath, almost a chuckle leaving his lips. His smile grew bigger than I had ever seen. He slid the ring on my finger before quickly picking me up, spinning me around happily.

Everyone around us was screaming in excitement as we giggled to ourselves, foreheads pressed together.

As he puts me down and everyone comes over to hug us, I see Jared pull out a five dollar bill and hand it over to Paul; another bet.

It’s when Quil hugs us, a tight, bone crushing hug, that I realized he had tears running down his warm cheeks.

“Quil, why are you crying?” Jacob asks with a slight chuckle.

“It’s true, he did want to marry her since we were kids! Since we were kids! He told me when we were eight! And now they’re getting married!” He cries into our arms.

“Quil, get it together.” Paul laughs.

“No, I’m just so happy. My best friends are getting married.” He says, further wetting my shirt with tears.

I rub a comforting circle into his back, looking up at Embry with concerned eyes.

“He’s just a little sensitive.” Embry chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

“A little?” Paul chuckles.

“Shut up, Paul!” Quil hisses, turning around.

“I love you guys.” Quil whispers into our group hug.

“We love you too, Quil.” I giggle as Jacob pries the crying boy off of us.

Quil then leans on Jacob’s shoulder, smiling at us.

“I love you, Em.” I smile up at him.

“I love you, Mrs. Call.” He smirks.

I could get used to the sound of that. (Y/N) Call had a nice ring to it.

Definitely the best New Year’s ever.

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Word Count: 895

#embry call #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #quil ateara #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #jared cameron #jacob black #sam uley #paul lahote #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #wolf pack imagine #wolf pack x reader

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boys-from-santacarla · 3 years

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so i've never seen any fic or really anything for dwayne + paul so like maybe that idk--

Notes: Thank you so much for your request. 💛 And sorry if I made you wait too long. I have never read anything like this either, but I hope you like it. It was fun writing it tbh, so feel free to write a positive or negative feedback.

Warnings: Homophobia, homophobic language, cursing, a bit of explicitness in an attempt to lead to sex.

The Moralist (Dwayne x Paul)

Word Count: 1563.

The fourth night at stakeout waiting at the boardwalk was going just as usual; with David waiting at the corner for Star and Laddie to hopefully come back with a third individual, and Paul and Marko playing a stupid game to win a stuffed animal, with Dwayne as a keen spectator next to them.

When the game was over, both players started fighting.

"You cheating bitch! Everyone saw I was winning until you step on my foot!" Paul yelled.

"Maybe I did, but you started it by pushing me every five seconds!" Marko snapped back. Paul half-closed his eyes in anger and began to yell again when Dwayne got between the two.

"Ok, we get it. You both assholes are losers that need to cheat to win something." He laughed and the blondes protested with a loud "hey". He rolled his eyes and said "Move on."

Paul pointed a finger towards Marko and warned "You gon' pay, buddy." Marko gave him the finger and started walking backwards to play some more while showing off his brand new item.

"Hey, man, c'mon. Let's get a drink or something." Dwayne suggested still laughing.

After getting a tasteless six for the evening, both moved to a calmer side at the end of the boardwalk to sit down at some stairs. After all, when Michael appeared they'd hear David's bike.

"Dave's really into this guy." Dwayne said after taking the first sip of his beer.

Paul giggled "Who would've known his weakness were young and closeted curly brunettes."

Dwayne hummed his agreement. "I mean, he's kinda cute." He said and giggled, earning a funny look from his company.

"Don't tell me you have the hots for him too" Paul pleaded incredulous.

Dwayne shook his head "Nah, it's just..." He stopped for a moment to think about it. Michael was dumb, that was for sure, but he had this exciting... aura around him. And he was good looking too.

"I don't know" He finally stated and shrugged. "He's cute. That's all."

"Oh, Lord..." Paul shook his head in disappointment "We got us another fairy vamp."

Dwayne punched his shoulder. "You're such a homophobe. As if you and Marko didn't looked like fags." He teased and took another sip.

"Hey, man! He's the one who seems to like to get annoying just for me to be all over him!" Paul defended himself and was about to get another sip too when he processed Dwayne's whole saying "And I'm no homophobe!" He declared offended.

Dwayne gave him a skeptical look "You know..." he shrugged "they say all homophobes are closeted gays, so..." He unfinished the sentence suggestively.

Paul rolled his eyes and continued advocating his reputation. "I'm as liberal as the next guy. I could even kiss a guy and don't give any fucks." Dwayne almost spitted his drink with that last one.

"Yeah, sure." He murmured.

"I'm serious!"

Dwayne raised his head unconvinced "I don't think so. Your ego's far too sensible for that."

"It is not." Paul snorted.

That made Dwayne wonder, ok, so macho drama queen was liberal and respectful? Why not test the veracity of this?

"Fine. Then kiss me."

Paul turned to look at him disbelieving "I'm a lot of man for you, sweetheart." He said with smugness, but there was a slight quiver in his voice to denote his awkwardness.

Dwayne laughed "I knew it."

"Just because I won't kiss you doesn't mean I'm a damn homophobe. It's just that you're not my type."

"Because I'm a man." Dwayne persisted.

"No, because you're disgusting and ugly." Paul corrected.

But maybe it wasn't a bad idea.

Maybe it would be good to prove Dwayne, the big moralistic guru, that no sloppy kiss could hurt his masculinity. Cause that was the truth, wasn't it?

Paul sighed "You know what? Fine." He decided.

Dwayne shoot up his eyebrows.

Paul smirked "Come here and have a taste." He sensually invited and loudly smacked his lips.

Dwayne remained still for a moment, shocked that Paul was actually up for it. The hotshot couldn't let anyone patronize him, uh.

"Ok." He simply accepted and moved to accommodate his legs with Paul to get closer with each other.

Making eye contact, Dwayne, still a little unsure, put his big hand on Paul's waist while Paul placed with a bit of extra force his palm on Dwayne's cheek.

Then they brought their faces together and left nothing between their lips but an inch apart. So close that each could notice the other's dusty but fresh masculine scent.

"I still don't think you can handle this, bud" Paul whispered, lightly brushing his lips with Dwayne's with the movement.

Dwayne smirked with arrogance "Quitting?"

The blonde gave his negative with a low sound and moved his head to a side to fit his marginally parted lips with Dwayne's.

Both were taking this as a dare to press the other past his limits and make him step back, to leave clear who was the homophobe here. So why think of this wrong? It was just a kiss to prove who had the best manners. No more.

They stayed still for a moment, like a pair of kids having their first kiss. Not moving, just innocently touching lips. But none would step back and give up.

So, if a simple smash of lips was something both could stand, then they would have to take it farther. And it felt surprisingly easy.

Both moved their lips to taste better the other's flavor, and Paul moved his palm from Dwayne's cheek to his nape, slowly, caressing his soft skin, and feeling the light brush of his strands between his fingers. All this while Dwayne moved his hand from his friend's waist to his lower back, intently pressing them closer together and feeling Paul muscles flexing.

The kiss got sensual when feeling silly both opened their mouths and crashed together their tongues. The stubble definitely felt weird, both thought, and even though the hair could help imagine it was a girl, they could not forget it was a pal whom their were kissing.

But that didn't stopped them. Telling themselves it was because it was their job to make the other uncomfortable, they didn't broke the kiss. Just continued to move in a hot syntony sharing saliva.

So the sudden jolt Dwayne felt was justifiable, just as Paul's low moan was too.

It got rapidly heated. Both moving with more confidence, as if already knowing how to move in harmony with the contrary. Their lips began making smacking noises when one decided to venture and nibble a little.

Panting, their hands wandered more and traveled exposed spots of skin and leather.

Paul placed his free hand on his friend's thigh, caressing it while still moving his exploring tongue inside Dwayne's mouth. The hand on his back sent a cold chill on his spine and he felt his cock twitch. Dwayne's response was to moan a little and keep one hand on the wooden stairs to press Paul harder against him.

Lost in the track of time, the dare got out of control and they were both half-hard.

And both felt good.

Fuck, both felt good.

Paul's conscious abruptly came into play and he jumped as if burned, breaking the kiss in cold. Dwayne stayed in position until he reopened and focused his dark eyes on the blonde's. His puzzled expression was enough for him to react too.

In unison their heads turned to the side, trying to hide their dark red faces.

Dwayne cleared his throat "Uhm... that was... That was..."

Paul hesitantly wiped his mouth with the back of his wobbly hand, then glanced at Dwayne still looking anywhere else but at him and repeated his previous action, now with deliberated disgust.

"Repugnant. Nauseating. Ugh, I wanna puke." He stuck out his tongue.

Dwayne agreed "You're such a lousy kisser, man." He copied Paul's action and pretended to clean his lips.

There was an uncomfortable silence while they tried to recover and regain their prides. Dwayne was about to say something when unexpectedly Marko appeared from behind calling them. They turned their heads.

"Hey, guys! Michael's here. Let's go." He seemed oblivious, so he walked back to where he came from and didn't gave them a chance to respond.

Turning back at each other, they wanted to utter something, but just made eye contact, saying... what? "Don't worry, it was good, but I'm not telling, not even myself cause that makes me gay. Thanks for making my dick twitch, tho"?

Dwayne jumped to his feet.

"Well, now it's a fact that you're a homophobe." He teased, in an attempt to dissolve his odd feeling, but it didn't work. "So, I'll, uh, I'll get going, bro." He adjusted his jeans, climbed the stairs and resumed his natural cocky strut as casually as he could.

"Yeah." Was all Paul could say, almost inaudible. But that didn't matter.

He adjusted his pants too and got up.

Yeah, he liked kissing Dwayne, so what? It got a little out of hand and provoked a natural sexual response, right? He wasn't attracted or anything, right? He knew the guy was hot, but everyone with eyes could acknowledge that. It was no big deal. Cause he wasn't a fag.

Paul wasn't a fag.

He wasn't.

Damn.

#writing's not my thing but i like to try #the lost boys #dwayne x paul #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #my writings #gays being vamps

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seeds-and-sins · 4 years

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That One Woman

Pairing: Pagan Min / Reader

Rating: T (Strong language, violence, sexual undertones)

Description: Pagan Min saves you from the resistance, and you end up becoming his assistant, among other things...

Day one was like a roller coaster for you. You distinctly remember sipping from a cup of coffee, calmly meditating to yourself, thankful to be alive; when Pagan barged into the dining room and started making demands. The first demands had almost everything to do with what you were wearing...

"Oh Darling, you need to get out of those rags immediately. I don't need my assistant looking like trash. Have you ever heard of perfume? Yes? You need it." He insisted you soak in the bath for a bit, get your hair done, nails painted, you had never felt so feminine before in your life. Of course he arranged everything, had his best designer working on your wardrobe in the meantime. Your king's kindness had no limits it seemed. All the while, he paraded you around and lectured you on taking better care of yourself, "treating yourself" as he worded it. While before you never really had the money to do so, he made every effort to ensure that you knew that whatever you wanted was given to you immediately. After the work was done and you had left your quarters feeling ever so nourished and tender, he put you to work immediately.

"I need you to schedule a meeting with Paul for three this afternoon..." You followed closely behind him in stride, scribbling his words onto a tiny notepad he had procured for you earlier. "Make sure the kitchen cooks his favorite; steak and mushrooms, grilled onions, that special sauce-I don't fucking know what-with a side of mashed potatoes, broccoli, and biscuits..." You were already out of breath, he was a fast walker. As he spoke it was almost like he had taken you around the entirety of the mansion that was his home, before finally entering his bedroom, where his designer waited patiently for his daily fitting. "Oh, and try everything before it leaves, last time they overcooked the broccoli, and I was not pleased." You gulped, never having ever tasted for someone before, never having ever done anything like this before. In fact, you probably were the most under qualified person for this job and yet he picked you. Why?

"Yes, Sir." He made a noise of acknowledgement as his designer tugged on the sleeves of a bright yellow suit jacket over Pagan's outstretched arms.

"Also, I almost forgot, do check in with Yuma about the security issue we've been having in the west. She promised me a direct report by noon and its already ten, I do not see what's taking her so long."

"Yes, Sir." You waited another moment as he critiqued his appearance in the long sided mirror, posing, cocking his head from side to side, testing the look. You were wondering if he was going to say anything else, and when he didn't, you took that as your sign to leave and complete the tasks he had assigned to you.

"Oh, and dear?" You glanced over your shoulder curiously, he snorted. "Could you also find me a new designer..." His eyes then focused harshly down onto the poor man who had created the suit jacket. Pagan angrily started to rip the thing off, the mustard fabric floating down to the ground as the stitches were yanked out. "I am trying to look like a king, not a fucking banana!"

"Y-Yes, Sir." You stuttered out, exiting the room as swiftly as you could to avoid Pagan's wrath.

You wondered if the same wrath would ever be afforded to you. However, as time went on, as you soon became accustomed to his temper, his demands, the routines of his nation, he never quite yelled at you. Ever. One time you had made a mistake, the whole time wondering if he would at least make your death quick. At the very most, he sent you off with a light tap on the wrist and a warning, knowing you wouldn't be stupid enough to make the same mistake twice. Granted the mistake had everything to do with something as simple as how he liked his coffee, but he had killed people for far less.

In fact, what was once a stressful job at first, became plain fun. In the beginning, you didn't really have much of a choice but to become Pagan's assistant, but now you sat across from him, handling all of his important agenda, of your own free will. Not to mention, the gifts, he would surprise you with them almost every other day. You were practically spoiled under his supervision, sometimes even being allowed to sleep in if you had done your job well enough the day before. You didn't know why people hated your king, he was perfect in every way, you would worship the ground he walked upon if he allowed you to. Perhaps you were biased in the sense that if it hadn't been for him, your rags to riches fantasy never would have come true.

You had your own room, all brand new clothes, new shoes, all the food you could ever ask for, an entire library that he had dedicated to your hobby of reading, and an office that was the same size as your old shanty. Of course, with all the pearl earrings, luxurious bed spreads, the wonderful view, room service, security at every corner, why would you ever want to bite the hand that fed you? Of course, you would die for Pagan Min, because surely he had given you such a great life in comparison to your previous one, you'd gladly give your life for him.

And sometimes you wondered, if that was your only purpose, to make sure his affairs were in order and to make sure his food wasn't poisoned. It made sense, your undying loyalty didn't come cheap it seemed and you hadn't even realized it. These thoughts, these wonders, stemmed from the confusion that began this whole mess. Why did he pick you? A young nobody, he could have easily let you die that day. You were always too afraid to ask him the question though. You didn't want to sound ungrateful in your curiosity. You would sit across the expanse of mahogany wood as he shuffled through important papers and made signatures. Every so often sliding them across the table so you could organize them into the appropriate file.

It was hard no to stare at him, admire everything that was Min. That fluffy blonde patch of hair that sat on his head, how the strands flickered out in front of his reading glasses. The curve of the collar on his button up, how it lead down to reveal those few undone buttons at the top of his long sleeved shirt. His sleeves rolled up, taut to the crease of his arm, slender fingers sliding between slabs of thin white paper. Every now and again, those fingers would reach up to catch the tip of his tongue, and she would find herself licking her lips with desire, imagining that tongue on her own fingers.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Do you have that paperwork on that shipment from Rook Islands by any chance?" You steadily weeded through the files, carefully removing the proper papers. You stood to step around the table and carry them to him. He didn't lift his head as he held his hand out, accepting the papers in his grasp. You moved to go back to your seat before he stopped you with the continuation of his words. "Volker sent me a letter again, the annoying twat, something about a mistake with the merchandise. You know anything about this?" He finally met your gaze, those glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he considered you. You searched your mind for an answer, truly wondering if you had made a mistake, or perhaps you had missed one of Volker's mistakes. You shook your head, twiddling with your thumbs out in front of you.

"Not that I know of, Sir."

"Hmmm," He crowned his fingers against his lips, sitting back in his seat, elbows on the armrest. "Well, you might as well have a look for yourself, might jog your memory."

"Of course, Sir." He gestured for you to come to him, sliding his chair back to give you room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he waved for you keep going.

"You can take a seat, if you will." You felt your breath hitch as you lowered your bottom down onto Pagan's lap. Your whole body engulfed in his warmth as he scooted forward and his arms snaked around your waist to bring forth the paper work again. His chin rested on your shoulder, the embrace extremely close, his strong cologne floating into your nostrils. His finger pointed at the discussed shipment receipts and the letter from Volker. You tried to focus on the words as you skimmed over them in your mind, but Pagan's close proximity to you and the very noticeable lump pressing against your backside was all the more distracting.

"U-Um..." You cleared your throat, finding yourself leaning back into his chest. He shifted his legs further apart and you couldn't hide the gasp as the hard lump was a lot more accentuated against the curve of your ass in this suddenly all too short pencil skirt.

"Yes, darling?" He whispered huskily into your ear, your entire body feeling overwhelmed by everything Pagan.

"I think everything is in order, Sir." You finally were able to form a coherent sentence surprised at yourself for being capable of doing so.

"I agree..." You inhaled sharply, his lips barely grazed the spot below your ear drum, along your throat. "I believe you deserve a reward for your hard work, right, my dear?" Yes, a reward, please. You wanted to beg on your knees, beg him for it all. The one thing he never gave you, never gifted you, praised you with. He chuckled, hands suddenly came to your waist and he scooted the chair back again. He forced you to stand with him and then he was gently turning you to face him. "I am sure you must be confused..." And you were, being Pagan's assistant meant that you knew almost everything about his life. One of those things was his overactive sexual exploits, people, men and women alike, were constantly going in and out of his room. "I swing for both teams, Darling, and I have been swinging for you for quite some time." While one hand resided on your waist still, caressing up and down over the fabric of your clothes, the other was now propped on the edge of the table and he came closer. "You must understand, this doesn't have to define our relationship if we don't want it to, but the tension is suffocating. I would like to just finally have my cake and eat it too..." His eyes centered expectantly on you, for a response, when he added. "All of it."

"B-But, S-Sir, I just don't understand."

"Ask your questions, but my patience is thinning, and..." He almost growled the words that followed, eyes scanning you from head to toe as he pressed his crotch to yours and you gasped. "I might not be able to contain myself much longer."

"Why, me?" You didn't think you could do it, but you did. And this whole journey with Pagan has been a game of figuring out what you could do. Your confidence had surpassed the highest summit in the world, you felt like you could jump into a volcano and still come to tell the tale, like you could fly into space and catch the nearest star. It was all because of Pagan, you owed so much to the man, and all he ever did was give to you.

"You must be joking?" He giggled deeply, like there was some inside joke that you couldn't ever know, but he was going to tell you the joke anyways. "Darling, few know there was only ever one woman for me..." He cupped your cheek, and the other came to sink into the strands of your hair. "Until I met you that is."

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stumacherstan · 5 years

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Hello love! Can i request an imagine of Paul Lahote and reader that he somehow lets her get away with things the whole pack think its crazy how u can make him so soft with only ur presence and one day he gets so mad he cant shift back and they call u so u can help? Thank you!

Paul Lahote x Reader Drabble:

You groan at the repeated ringing of your phone. You just wanted to sleep in. You grumpily answered, “Hello?!”

“Finally you answered. It’s Paul.”

You sat up and rubbed your eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“He can’t shift back. We need you.”

You blushed. You knew what Sam meant. You were the only one to calm him down enough. “O-oh okay. I’m on my way.” As you were about to hang up you heard Sam call out to Paul that he was in trouble now. It made you giggle.

You quickly got dressed and got into your car to head over. You already knew the way so you let your mind wander about your relationship with the hothead. He was stubborn and rude but he was just a big teddy bear underneath that. Paul has always treated you right and with love. He lets your snide comments pass, just lets you do whatever you want with him. You love that.

You came to a stop and got out the car. You ventured further until you saw your boyfriend pacing and snarling. The others looked relieved to finally see you. “Paul!” You called out with your arms crossed.

Paul looked at you and abruptly looked away.

“I know you’re not ignoring me!” You walked towards him which made the others worry. “You need to calm down. Do you wanna be stuck like this forever?”

Paul huffed and trailed into the woods as you followed in suit. Paul laid down and rolled over.

You laid with him and ran your fingers through his fur. “I don’t know why you’re mad, but we can talk it out. You can’t keep shifting and staying this way to avoid your problems. I’m here for you baby. Please change back.” You looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled softly. Then cringed lightly when you heard the bones changing.

“You made me soft.” Paul muttered.

You threw shorts and a shirt at him. “Yeah yeah. You love me though.”

“I do. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” Paul smooched you.

You giggled. “I think I’ll always know.”

#paul lahote imagine #paul lahote drabble #paul lahote x reader #uley pack #twilight imagine #twlight saga #twilight

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beatlevmania · 4 years

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Dating the teddy beatles

Request: I just came back from reading your head cannons and I love them sm!!! Could you write some for what I’d be like dating each of the Teddyboy!Beatles? A/n: How could I possibly ignore this!? ALSO THANK YOU THANK YOU @myukulelegentlyweeps @casafrass and @spaceyantique FOR HELPING ME THROUGH MY WRITER’S BLOCK <3

JOHN

so. john as a teddy boy.

let me tell you, i am VERY well educated on the subject

so we all know john has that very tough guy exterior

at first you were pretty intimidated by him and his friends

but when he first laid eyes on you

he just MELTED

he definitely went after you hardcore

he knew that you were perfect for him and he just needed you in his life

when you guys first got together, he never really let you see his soft side

but one day he had just had a really bad day

and he didnt know who else to go to so he went to you

he just completely let down his walls and you saw the real him.

he just wraps those arms around you and just lets it all out

and you stroke his hair and kiss his cheeck and whisper that you love him

afterwards he gets kinda embarassed but you just remind him that you love him- all of him

anyway enough with the sad parts

john DIES when you wear his leather jacket. like DIES

he wants everyone to know that you’re HIS girl

he’s always touching you- holding your hand, sitting you on his lap, arm around your shoulders

he kinda just needs reassurance that youre gonna be there for him no matter what

he always calls you “birdie”, “little girl”

so when he calls you by your actual name

he says it so tenderly and jsut with so much love in his eyes

Ok also a plus

Mimi LOVES YOU

SHes always inviting you around which makes you feel like part of the family

Anyway, John loves your alone time together

AND CUDDLING

he likes playing guitar for you

not just his rock and roll songs, but love songs hes written

songs he’d never show anyone else

and he’s so gentle and soft and his sweet little voice-

PAUL

so paul still never really wrapped his brain around the fact that you loved him back

like he just could not believe his luck

youre always reassuring him that you love him

and that you’re his: “Paul, you know I’m already your girlfriend, right?”

and when you tell him you love him, he gets all red and blushy and smiles from ear to ear

he always flirts with you and is the cheekiest little bastard

he makes many a dirty joke that make you chuckle but blush at the same time

but anyway just imagine the most romantic boy in the whole world

even though some of the boys make fun of him for being so open and vulnerable with you, he couldn’t imagine your relationship any other way

you guys are always fantasizing about when you will just run away together, to a little farm in the country

paul is mature beyond his years with you

of course when he hangs out with the other boys hes an absolute crackhead but boys will be boys

his favorite activity is kissing you and beware he will do it as often as possible

ANYTIME, ANYWHERE

also, expect tons of little gifts

when you wear a pair of earrings he's bought for you, or a little necklace with both your initials

i mean- you know what this boy’s gonna do

he always brings you around with him wherever he goes

especially band practice

bc he just loves showing you off

but if any of the other boys start getting a little too close to u

they better watch out if u know what i mean

but Paul really is just the absolute best boyfriend we all know the deal

GEORGE

alright so lets establish the fact that teddy Geo is BABEY

also #boyf

continuing on

so our lil Georgie just fell head over heels for you the second he saw you

we was just a nervous mess around you

the boys literally had to ask you out for him because he was so nervous

but you guys absolutely hit it off and became INSPEREABLE

you do everything together

going to the diner for breakfast, going to every concert together,

you’re at each others houses 24/7, too

you always steal geo’s clothes and wear them

tshirts, sweaters, jackets (leather jacket too), basically anything of his you have worn at some point

he loves when you wear his clothes and thinks you look absolutely beautiful

so we all know Geo could look very scary with his like

fangs

and his big ol’ cheekbones

but damn is this boy a cuddlebug

he wants to be cuddling/hugging all the time

of course as the youngest of all 4 boys geo wants to seem like a tough guy

like he can fit in with the others, or he’s just as “man”

but when the two of you are alone, all he wants is for you to take care of him

you love playing with the hair at the nape of his neck while he cuddles you

also, since you go to all of his concerts and shows, they go on pretty late and you can get tired

so George always brings you around to his place and gives you his stuff to wear, and he takes such good care of you

even gently brushing your hair and getting you ready for bed

you both fall asleep with your arms wrapped around each other

george thinks you’re absolutely beautiful just wearing any old outfit, no makeup on

but when you dress up

this boy freaks the freak out

he can’t stop staring at you just in awe

he gets all smiley and blushy

and he smiles with those lil fangs

babey

RINGO

So teddy Ringo was quite intimidating looking

Like even the boys were afraid of him at first when the first met him

But I can imagine the first time you two talked, you both just immediately fell for each other

And you saw he was the absolute sweetest boy ever

FIRST OF ALL RINGOS LITTLE STUBBLE/BEARD THING IS SO HAWT

Anyway now that I got that off my chest

Ringo is so sweet and thoughtful

He loves calling you little nicknames like “honey” or “darling”

Like John, he always wants you in his arms

Literally at all times

He also is always giving you behind-the-back hugs, playing with your hair, kissing your knuckles

Always needing to show you how much he loves you

He loves when you come to band practice and sit on his lap when he plays the drums

He feels like a freaking winner of life

Another thing

He is so so proud that you chose HIM, of all people

He’s constantly reminding people that your “his bird”

Like to everyone

The boy loves you insane amounts

Sometimes you steal his rings and wear them around, and he literally smiles from ear to ear when he notices

You try to get Ringo to stop smoking

And it’s really hard for him but he knows he has to do it, for you

He really just wants you to be proud of him

And whenever you tell him, “good job, baby!” He just GLOWS

Also ometimes, when you guys are lying together on his bed after a show, he tells you about his dreams for the future

And how he wants you there by his side through it all

“I couldn’t imagine life without ‘ya, honey,” he says, kissing the top of your head as you doze off together

Ok let me live out my fantasies ok

Anyway I’m in love with teddy Ringo and thats period Pooh

#Beatles headcannons #teddy boy beatles #beatle x reader fluff #beatle x reader headcannons #teddy John lennon #teddy Paul mccartney #teddy ringo starr #teddy George Harrison #beatle x john lennon #beatle x George Harrison #beatle x ringo starr #beatle x paul Mccartney #1950s #1960s #headcannon #beatles hc #beatle x reader hc

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can i get uhhhhhhh.. trans merc head canons?? maybe found family?? thanks!

you can DEFINITELY get trans merc headcanons. comin up hot. i have so many headcanons pertaining to the mercs being trans that i can’t fit them into one post, so i’m just gonna do stuff related to transitioning here, and if you wanna hear about how i think they realized they’re trans or came out, ill do a post about that too

Soldier:

you know how cis people think that you have dysphoria ur whole life and then you get The Surgery (The Surgery) and it all goes away that very day? and that’s just. it? solider is the only person on earth for whom that holds true

he has rod-insert phalloplasty and double incision top surgery

Jane Doe is actually his real birth name, it doesn’t give him dysphoria so he just kept it

his phalloplasty used his arm as the donor site, so he’s got a patch of pinkish skin on his left arm

he transitioned pretty early on, maybe in his early twenties. he’s known he’s trans since he was a kid

shaving gives him INTENSE gender euphoria

Scout:

he just went on T and boy is he excited

he runs in his binder (dumb) and frequently binds with bandages (dumb), so he has at least one deformed rib. twinsies

like as SOON as he finds out medic is trans he asks for top surgery & gets it. he gets periareolar top surgery

when medic explains to him that periareolar top surgery keeps nipple sensation intact but double incision doesn’t he immediately starts calling the other mercs “numb-nips”

“it’s my shot day someone come stab me in the așs”

he didn’t choose his own name, his mom chose it for him when he came out. if he chose it it would’ve CLEARLY been tommy, as a tribute to tom jones

Medic:

double incision top surgery

i know this is wildly unrealistic but it’s tf2 so i will claim it. medic gave himself top surgery and instead of giving himself nipple grafts he just like, carved a smiley face and star of david on there

he knows the most about trans health and history out of all the mercs (partially because he’s old, partially because he’s a doctor, partially because he’s more involved in the community than the others)

because of this the other mercs come to him for help with trans issues a lot

he wants to have a baby biologically SO bad. so so bad. i think i get this headcanon from how lovingly he holds that baboon baby in the comics

he works really hard to preserve his fertility throughout his transition and as he gets older. he doesn’t end up being able to have a baby until he’s in his 50s but he’s so happy when he does

i could go off about my dad medic headcanons for hours but ill save that for another post if u guys request

Demo:

double incision top surgery for this guy too

talks about being trans all the time (every time i watch meet the demo and he says “i got a manky eye, i’m a black scottish cyclops” i mentally add transgender to the list)

constantly jokes about how he “blew it off” (you know what “it” is)

he has relatively bad dysphoria his entire life, but being open about it really helps

he doesn’t even know soldier is trans until he asks about the skin graft on his arm. he sees him use his rod implant and he just accepts that that’s how penises work

you know how being skilled with explosives runs in the degroot family?? my personal headcanon is that transness is also genetic to the degroots. both of demo’s parents were trans. ill talk about this more in another post if u guys want

Heavy:

no top surgery, his chest is a little large compared to a cis guy’s but his overall size makes it look more normal

if he ever does get top surgery, though, he gets inverted T/anchor incision

he has PCOS. he got a hysterectomy when medic was rooting around in there for the first time and noticed the cysts (”there will be so much more room in here once we get rid of your uterus!!” “room for what?” “…oh, you know”)

i think he might get full meta?? (as in metoidioplasty) i cant decide if he’d want a vaginectomy though. help me decide

Spy:

double incision top surgery. he paid top dollar for it, it’s very nicely done

he refers to his top surgery as a “mastectomy” (which is the correct term but like, who says that)

he gave birth to scout. he was pregnant when he met scout’s mom, and after he gave birth to scout he ended up leaving him with her. i cant decide if it was more of a “can you please take my baby” situation or a “im going to the store to get milk” situation. either way though i don’t think scout’s mom would’ve objected to keeping him, he was an adorable baby

he owns so many packers. he gets them custom made. he has them displayed in his closet like designer wigs

Sniper:

no surgery at all! he never plans on getting it either. that’s why he has the vest

his chest is like, small and somewhat muscular. you guys have seen skinny trans men with muscle tîtty before i don’t have to explain this to you

actually i want you to take this discord screenshot. i said this last thursday

he’s one of the most obviously trans mercs because he just insists on dressing like he based his outfit off the wikihow article for how to pass as male

i can say a lot more about my trans hcs for sniper in another post but im trying to keep this one at a readable length (failed step one)

Engineer:

no top surgery!

i think he has simple meta or maybe full meta without a vaginectomy (*epic rap battles of history voice* you decide)

he transitioned much later in life than the other mercs, his transition only actually started like five years ago

Pyro:

they’re agender!!

AFAB with no surgery or HRT

they use they/them pronouns or alternating he/she (”he’s not here, is she?”)

there’s not much to say about pyro’s gender! they just don’t have one

OH HOLY SHIT DO THE MERCS THROW THEM A GENDER REVEAL PARTY

ASKFLDLJSDKFLJDSFLKSDJFDLSKFJLSK

BONUS

Miss Pauling:

you know how when some trans women start hrt, they get really bad cravings for pickles? miss p has that like hell

she eats a hot pickle in her car every single day. it gets to the point where the people who work the graveyard shift at mcdonalds remember her (she has a habit of ordering “a fry container full of pickle slices”)

she takes estrogen but she doesn’t have any surgery! i dont think she ever gets any

scout very nervously explains to her that he’s trans at one point and all she can do is blink and say “did you think i was cis”

thank you for taking this journey with me. now imagine how long this list would’ve been if i didn’t narrow it down

#Anonymous #tf2 #team fortress 2 #soldier tf2 #scout tf2 #medic tf2 #demoman tf2 #sniper tf2 #pyro tf2 #miss pauling #engineer tf2 #spy tf2 #heavy tf2 #headcanons #trans rights #long post #ask to tag #the holy grail of tf2 trans rights.

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ratcandy · 3 years

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WAIT NOW THAT I HAVE A TUMBLR I CAN TALK ABOUT THIS SOMEWHERE

VERY long post ahead

Okay ghuys okay alright hear me out. Hear me out I don’t have any art for this yet but I’ll reblog if I end up doing that thing, but! I’ve got a potential crossover au idea and I HAVE to talk about it, it’s been buzzing around in my head for MONTHS

Hollow Knight and The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Warning for Spoilers on both of those things!!! also swearing because TGWDLM is notorious for that

For those that don’t know:

- Hollow knight is based around an Infection that takes over the minds of bugs and essentially makes them feral

- TGWDLM is based around a parasite/alien that takes over a host’s mind (killing them) and forces them to sing in order to draw more people into the hivemind

SO... SO-

I’ve been thinking of Hollow Knight characters in the TGWDLM universe more than a vice versa, but here’s my running ideas so far!!! Featuring some shitposts because I can’t not include my dumb shitposts and funny funny moment ideas

Who would the characters be?

I don’t personally ship Hornet and Quirrel, but seeing them as Emma and Paul respectively makes the most sense to me considering the rest of the cast ehehee Also, while it would make sense to have Ghost as the main character, I don’t want the potential implications of Hornet/Ghost shipping. Because inc*st is nasty, thank you for coming to my tedtalk

Quirrel: “PROMISE me you’ll think about the implications!” Also Quirrel: “NOW... ARE YOU FRIGHTENED???”

Bretta is Charlotte. Bretta IS Charlotte! The only reason I came to this conclusion is because... if Bretta is Charlotte, you already know who Zote is going to be. That’s right. He’s Sam. And you’re right again. “You Tied Up My Heart” and “Join Us (And Die)” are VERY frequently in my mind with these two!! ONE day I’m GOING to do something stupid with this. watch. WATCH me

Tiso is Ted. Because it’s funny to me to imagine him like that shdghskhgkh

On that note, Cornifer is Bill. That might seem like a weird one but hear me out listen listen: In my own arbitrary and weird headcanons of the characters, I like to imagine Cornifer and Iselda lowkey adopting Myla when the Infection has passed. Why? yes So, of course, that means Myla is Alice. Which works out, because you only see each character about once before they end up Infected! also Myla had to have a singing role come on. “Not Your Seed” with Myla would be kickass

As for who Deb (Alice’s girlfriend) would be, see, and hear me out.... I just want Myla to have a girlfriend, Deb could be anybody, you don’t see me pointing at Cloth or anything ok

Now for the moment you’ve been waiting for: Who’s Professor Hidgens? Gonna be honest, I’ve been jumping around a LOT on this one. Part of me wants to say Monomon, because 1) Scientist/Teacher 2) “Show Stopping Number” with Monomon? yes 3) instead of Hornet/Emma suggesting they go see her teacher, it could very well be Quirrel saying “oh I’ve got this crazy professor we can go see? she’s got like a whole bunker for us to stay in.” The original/other option is Lemm, because. literally only for funny reasons and I want Lemm to wield a gun

u kno what that means Monomon, with a gun: “SING THE BEGINNING OF MOANA” Quirrel, Tiso, Hornet, Cornifer: “whwhAHAAT-”

The rest’a the characters I’m still uncertain about :,)) I do like imagining Sly as General McNamara tho Sly, throwing Quirrel’s phone across the room: “WEAR A WATCH”

As for who they’d be in a vice versa situation, I just like to imagine bugified versions of the cast but in Hallownest, with Paul probably being a vessel as he’s the one to stop the Infection

Other notes/details

The Infection would obviously be HK’s orange rather than TGWDLM’s blue in the “HK characters in TGWDLM setting” obviously heeheheee. Monomon, holding a vial of infection: “what does that look like to you?” Quirrel: “I dunno, some kinda orange... shit?” Monomon: “EXACTLY, QUIRREL. WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT”

As for where Hornet works (seeing as Emma works at a coffee shop in TGWDLM), I haven’t the faintest idea

BOY I’ve rambled for far too long! I had more to say, I think, but I’m. Too much i’m saying too much, and I can’t remember what else I had goin for me here hskjghkjh. See y’all later! goodbye

Please feel free to add your own ideas for this I am looking intently

#clamtalk #AU #alternate universe #crossover #crossover au #TGWDLM #the guy who didn't like musicals #tgwdlm au #hollow knight au #hk au #rambling #tw swearing #I am going OFF #back on my bullshit #now i'll just go back to reblogging funny bug posts okay bye #au idea

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