#this man comes running at you with a microphone what do u do

[horrorartsworld]

A manspreading man pt. 2

alastor/shy f!reader

warnings: S-M-U-T, kinda not proofread (wrote this late as fuck one night 😭)

here’s part one if you missed it!

(little recap:)

After embarrassingly leaving the meeting with much of a rush you didn’t notice that a certain someone was lurkingly following you in the shadows....

Once making it to the ladies room you splash some water in your face in attempts to rid of your filthy thoughts, unaware of what’s going on around you as the warm water felt good on your face, slowly melting all those said thoughts away.

"Why'd you run off darling...l was just starting to have some fun~" you jump startled water flying as you accidentally splash it all over the place, seeing as he was towering over you from behind in the mirror.

"I-I just needed a few minutes..." stammering as you wanted to scold yourself for your silly girly urges from earlier, not daring to look up at him out of sheer uneasiness as it would be too much for your little mind to wrap around, trying to put your main focus on something else as you try to clean up the mess you just made with the water.

"A moment to think about me...hmm?" he teased in your ear as a clawed finger danced along the underside of your chin before he forcefully grabbed it making you look up with a gasp, eyes immediately meeting his gaze in the reflection, one of power and what seemed like lust.

Making your thighs quiver relentlessly beneath you at the site, trying so desperately to stop them by squeezing them together, but Alastor takes notice before you can do anything about it causing a low chuckle to come from him. “Are you….horny my little fawn?”

Your eyes suddenly widen at his lack of self decency coming over him that was so unlike him, your lip trembling as you failed to muster a word out with these new found feelings that started to become overwhelming and his filthy words seemed to just be adding to it, along with the heat that was now building in your core.

Poor Alastor was trying to hold himself back as you failed to respond to him, getting slightly frustrated with your pheromones being so intoxicatingly strong in his senses that the answer to his question was quite clear though he was determined to hear it confirmed from your pretty lips.

“I asked you a question my dear…” grumbling sternly , setting his microphone against the wall as his other hand now lingers on your hip. You try averting your gaze only to feel how he suddenly ruts against you roughly trying to get your attention back as he makes your hips knock into the edge of the sinks counter, then forces your chin back towards the mirror once more.

“N-no…i-i’m not” you squeak, seeing yourself wrapped up in his grasp. Your lies only making him push into you further, his hard-on becoming more evident against your clothed behind.

“No?” he snickers doubtfully as his hand that was on your hip was creeping down the front of you, pulling you away from the sink as he lifted the front of your skirt up seeing your arousal clear as day, practically dripping down your thighs. “Then what might this be….? It wouldn’t be from the way i was sitting earlier would it?” he teased more as his other hand left your chin to inspect the now soaked area.

You nibble at your bottom lip while his chin now rests on your shoulder looking down with you as his fingers pry at your clothed clit. Lightly circling it with slow bits of pressure.

A soft whimper manages to escape your lips accidentally giving you away within an instant, cheeks burning to high heavens as that’s all it took to have him start peppering wet kisses along your neck, while the other hand dropped the front of your skirt to grab at your hip pulling your backside into him more. “There’s that pretty song of yours….” he mumbles against your neck giving it a playful nip as he elicits another whimper from you.

His fingers eventually weasel their way under your panties coming into contact with your wetness moving it over you to spread it amongst your folds as he continues his circles with a more increased speed, your breath getting more shaky as your head falls back onto his shoulder giving him more access to your neck which he took advantage of, nipping and marking wherever he could on your delicate skin.

With a sudden whine erupting from you and your release creeping up rather too quickly Alastor hurriedly removes his fingers from you making you feel lost without his touch. Uncertainty written all over your face as his plans for you were unclear until you watched shamefully him lick up your juices with his long pointed tongue, savoring your taste.

His lip curls seeing you watch him, as to then your surprise he pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, his tongue immediately invading your mouth letting it tango with yours as the taste of your own wetness lingered in your mouth.

Once Alastor pulls away with a string a saliva still connecting the two of you he then bends you over the sink letting your ass poke up just enough to see your exposed goods.

His ears lay flat amongst his head as he fumbles with the buckle on his belt, metal clicking finally as he wastes no time pulling his blushing red cock out just enough to free it from the confines of his pants with his eyes only fixated on the dripping slick of your needy pussy. Rubbing his fat tip along it to tease you further.

"Tell me what you want darling…" his voice dripping with desire with a slight glitching noise towards the end of his sentence sending a ringing sensation through your ears.

“I-I can’t say…” your shyness kicking in though you’ve already made it this far with the infamous radio demon.

“Yes you can…otherwise you won’t get anything until you ask properly”

You huff a little blowing the air out of your cheeks as you muster up the courage, “F-fuck me please…”

“Certainly,” giving himself one to three pumps, with his other arm wrapped securely around your tummy before he filled you completely in one quick thrust. Stretching you instantaneously and you try to gasp out for air that was denied with his hand wrapping around your throat holding you flush against him as he made you watch yourself get fucked in the mirror.

“Look at yourself….mhphm…such a dirty girl~”

Your face incredibly flushed and your body is puddy in his hands. It's getting more difficult to breathe by the second as he squeezes your throat, though that doesn’t stop the few moans that do trickle out.

Every part of your body wants to split into twos and Alastor doesn't even give you the time of day to let you adjust. Finding his rhythm as he slowly pulls out only to thrust inside much faster again and again almost hitting your g-spot everytime he went in.

“That’s it, take it like a good little toy frrmee, i’m gonna fill you up so good, make that pretty pussy all full, would you like that?” he says between groans, that left you completely gone off his cock, babbling incoherent nonsense as his other hand goes down to rub vicious circles on your clit once more, making you cum all over his fingers and cock.

“A-Alastor!” you plead wanting him to cum so badly as he continues to thrust relentlessly into your pussy.

A low primal growl comes from him as he rolls his head back thrusting hard into you a few more times before he fills you full of his cum, ears twitching as he revels inside you before completely pulling out with a shaky pop in his static along with a pleasurable sigh.

He watches with hazy eyes as the cum escapes your sensitive hole making a satisfied crackle come from him as he then puts himself together, back to his dapper self. As you try to do the same he stops you, “Ah ah…i want you stay like that with my cum dripping out of you for the rest of the day…” he tuts making you pout a little with the uncomfortableness of it, but you were just glad to feel full.

“How about we head back to that meeting now?” he extend an arm out to you in which you obliged as your legs were feeling quite wobbly making your cheeks flush.

Once back everyone’s giving the two of you ether smug or concerned looks. Seeing the few bruises on your neck, Alastor’s somewhat ruffled hair, your wobbly legs, you guys were both a dead give away.

Though Charlie bless her heart was still going on about whatever activity that was happening that you completely forgot about.

As you try to waddle your way back to your seat your tugged in completely the opposite direction by Alastor who seated you right on top of his lap, not caring about your slickness at the moment but more so about your flustered face as he pulled this in front of all your friends. A sinister grin taking part on his face as he enjoyed it, leaning towards you whispering,

"Now let's see if you can behave yourself for the rest of this meeting…"

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin imagine #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor smut #smut #alastor x reader #alastor imagine

[iheart-alastor]

how about some alastor angst (with tears hehehe)?

I've had this idea brewing in my head for ages so you asking gave me a great opportunity to write it

Alastor x Reader

No pronouns used as per

' ' means thinking

Warnings: Ooc alastor, mentions of alastors mother

Angst, fluff

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It was a normal day in the hotel everyone was calm minding their business doing what they had to do apart from alastor and Lucifer. Ofc it was them two out of all the people they was creating drama, you may of overheard their conversation while pretending to read your book Alastor ofc had to bring up Lilith Leaving Lucifer.. So Lucifer snapped back "Oh shut the fuck up you asshole, I bet your mother wouldn't like her son talking shit about people I bet she'd hate you the woman would disown you if she could see how your acting right now" the room went silent the silence was LOUD you looked over to alastor who had strained his grin and his grip on the microphone before disappearing probably to his room. "Lucifer That was so uncalled for!" You shouted at the man breaking the silence "Yea dad. That wasn't nice" Charlie said adding onto your statement Lucifer scoffed and sat down besides you "He got what he deserved talking shit about my wife like that!" He said while fiddling with his ring till you hit him in the shoulder a loud ow came out of Lucifer before you stood up placing your book on the table besides the radio. "Look I'm going to go check on alastor okay?" You began to stride up the stairs heading to alastors bedroom to see if he was okay.

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When you got there you knocked 3 times you put your ear up to the door to hear a loud static sound "Alastor can I come in?" You asked quietly you waited at the door hearing the static sound fade until alastor opened the door with a strained smile "what is it you want dear I am not in the mood right now" he asked trying to sound polite although a hint of annoyance was in his tone "Look al I just wanted to make sure you're okay. Can I come in?" The deer man sighed and clenched his cane harder "Dearest I do not see why you think I aren't okay I'm perfectly fine" he said trying to make you drop the subject as he opened the door wider for you to enter his room "Alastor you aren't okay it's obvious I know how you miss your mother and him saying that was totally uncalled for, I'll get him to apologize later I just want to make sure your okay first if you want we could talk about it? " getting to the point of the reason you was there surprised him 'why did you care so much?' Alastors static rose again before he pulled you into a hug burying his head into your neck you noticed how his ears twisted back to nuzzle into his hair how cute. You patted his back while your one hand ran through his hair combing it with your fingers, you felt your neck get wet. 'Was he crying?' You wiped his cheek with your thumb wiping away the tears on his face you thought to yourself of how much alastor must of trusted you to be that emotional with you. None of you said a word you was both silent the only sound was the static in his voice and the radio playing in the background. You suddenly felt yourself being picked up before being put on a velvet covered bed alastor was still hugging you and he was still smiling "oh dear how long I've wanted to let out my emotions" he said quietly breaking the silence as a small giggle came out of you alastors static rose sounding almost like a purr while u continued to play with his hair the both of your legs entangled as you both dozed off

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Stop that was so cute 😭

*angel dust sneaking into the room to mug you both off before running away laughing ready to blackmail you with the photo the next day*🌚

#alastor x reader #fem reader #male reader #hazbin hotel #fluff #radio demon #alastor #hazbin alastor

[cherrynwinesk]

HII HRU :33 I saw your little Quackity oneshot and LOVED how you narrated it, I wanted to ask if you could write one about a male!s/o (or fem, if you want) x Quackity, male!s/o It's a singer and sings "Once more to see you - Mitski", dedicating indirectly it to Quackity who is watching him among the people with VIP tickets and his fans notice :'3, thx very much!!

🍒: Hii! I'm fine, what about u? Your request has been very cute!

Lights off ~ Quackity

pt.2 here

Story g: sfw/soft

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None (?)

CC's: Quackity

Reader g: Male reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

The VIP ticket had arrived at Quackity's email, his cell phone vibrated showing the email notification and he immediately opened it, it had taken a while to arrive by the way.

A few weeks ago you had released dates for a tour of the country through Twitter, being part of a small band but with loyal fans, the tickets were sold out.

"The tickets sold out very quickly, I did not get a ticket for your presentation in Los Angeles"

"I'll send you a ticket, leave it to me, I got you"

Quackity and you had been friends for a short time, almost less than two years maybe, you were introduced by Glaive, he being a mutual friend.

The concert in Los Angeles was the last of the tour, appearing in a small auditorium. The team arrived early to prepare the stage, connect cables here and there, countless sound checks and check that everything was in order. Your phone vibrated with a message, it was Quackity

"I will arrive a little bit late"

"A guard will be waiting for you outside'"

The show hadn't started yet and this guy was running late, typical of him, and it wasn't a bother, you knew he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he canceled some plans to come see you sing.

At 8 pm, the auditorium opened its doors giving way to the fans, half an hour later, the concert began. Playing some recent songs and some old ones, interacting with the public.

You felt nervous, but not exactly because of the show, the audience or the fact of making a mistake when singing and playing the guitar at the same time, you had already gone through all this in several cities, it was something normal for you. What made you uncomfortable was that the person who made your stomach tickle was not yet in the VIP area.

As your songs were being played, the nerves to see him again and the fear that he had something else to do combined, you didn't even know which of the two situations made you more nervous.

You had exchanged messages with Quackity many times, he always sent the first message, complimenting your music every time you updated Spotify with a new song, you even got to see him talk about your songs on some of his streams, recommending you.

At no time did you realize that you were feeling those typical butterflies in your stomach every time you saw a message from him, not constant, but the blood rose to your head when you looked at his notifications.

You never really realized it, until one day you caught yourself thinking about Quackity while writing a new song.

You stopped the show to drink some water and clear your throat when the audience started to scream again, you could see the security guard coming down the hall and behind him, a head with a black hat. Your heart started pounding and your stomach warmed.

"Guys, Quackity is here"

You spoke into the microphone, trying to hide your nerves and let him know that you were happy to see him arrive, he reached his place in the VIP area and from there he greeted you with his big smile and a wave of his hand.

You felt your cheeks burn, and the immense need to smile without control, but you had to continue with the concert. A couple more songs, cheering the crowd up with a few jokes, nearing the end of the show, the last song that would be played was the song you caught yourself thinking about Quackity on. A cover more than anything, and that you decided to add only for the presentation of Los Angeles

"For this song I need the lights off"

"Once more to see you" by Mitski had crossed your mind so many times when you knew that Quackity would be present, you had a long time without seeing him face to face.

"But with everyone watching us, our every move

We do have reputations

We keep it secret

Won't let them have it"

Present in front of so many people, feeling like you were naked in front of everyone cause of what you were doing, singing to him like there was something between you.

Did you even know what his current sexuality was, did Quackity like men? Would you have a chance? Wasn't this very selfish of you? Thinking only of your feelings, not knowing what Quackity thinks of you. Would Quackity be able to tarnish his reputation?

"Then I wouldn't have to scream your name

Atop of every roof in the city of my heart

If I could see you

Once more to see you"

Looking in his direction, Quackity was just looking at you, not moving from his place, attentive to you, as if he could sense that this is directed at him.

Quackity was only thinking about how beautiful you sang, admiring the tone of your voice, paying attention to the lyrics of the song and deciphering the reason why you only presented this cover today.

You finished the show, the audience was starting to leave, and you walked up to Quackity to say hello, hugging each other for the long time they hadn't seen each other.

"The concert was very nice"

Over the next few days, fan-taken videos circulated all over Twitter, especially the one of your performance of "Once more to see you."

'he sang it for Quackity' 'he was looking at Quackity while he sang' 'y/n is in love with Quackity' 'Quackity didn't take his nap to go see y/n'

Thousands of similar comments circulated along with the videos, initially scaring you for being so obvious and making someone uncomfortable with your impulses, but then you just thought Quackity would take this as a fan joke. You didn't talk about it, you just left it as a joke and that was it.

At night you got a text, it was Quackity again;

"I just want to know if everything that is circulating on the internet is true..."

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[ladylannisterxo]

Lipstick and Leather

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Warnings; S M U T (18+ only), unprotected sex, rough oral sex (m!receiving), marking, choking, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, a bit of a strip tease, slight degradation, hair pulling, dom!eddie, a bit of a rockstar!au

Summary; You finally get to see Corroded Coffin play and while the show is amazing, what you're really looking forward to is what awaits you backstage.

OR requested by anon; "Girlfriend becomes aroused from watching Eddie play his guitar (doesn't matter if he's only practicing in his room or playing at an event). Which leads her to wanting sex from him. Damn those skilled fingers for causing Reader to become his personal groupie."

A/N; Listen, Rockstar!Eddie is something that can be so personal. I've been working on this for awhile now and I took a break from tackling those 1k follower celebration prompts to finish it! There's a little bit a plot, but let's face it, it's basically shameless smut! Enjoy!

{ masterlist }

Eddie had been pestering you for weeks to come to one of his gigs and it’s not that you didn’t want to, it was just never a good time. His gigs always coincided with one of the many obligations you had going on but tonight, well, tonight was the night. Your evening was completely free and you were finally going to see Corroded Coffin play. You could barely contain how excited you were. Not just because it was actually happening but because Eddie didn’t know yet. Originally, there had been previously scheduled plans and it broke your heart as his face dropped when you told him you weren’t going to be able to make it to another gig but those plans fell through and instead of letting him in on that, you’ve decided to surprise him.

The Hideout was packed when you arrived, which went against everything Eddie had ever said about there only ever being five lone drunks. Five drunks, my ass, this place is packed like sardines in a can! You squeeze through the throng of lively patrons and eventually get yourself seated at the bar, ordering a vodka cranberry while you wait for the band to take the stage.

You decide that you don’t want to be standing at the very front when Eddie takes to the stage, not wanting to throw him off with your sudden appearance, so you remain seated, sipping on your drink. You’ll surprise him after the show; he’ll love that.

A man you don’t recognize, who is wearing more leather than you believe is actually comfortable, runs up on stage to welcome Corroded Coffin and the patrons surrounding you lose their fucking minds. There’s screaming, cheering, and everyone's on their feet pushing closer to the stage. It surprises you to say the least, Eddie never mentioned that more people were attending their gigs but you’re not mad, far from it. Instead, a warm feeling settles deep in your core because all of these people are here to see him, Eddie, your man. A not so subtle smug smirk forms on your lips as you take another sip of your drink.

That’s when you finally see Eddie and it’s as if everything and everyone fades away as this was not what you were expecting. The first thing you notice are his leather pants, which you didn’t even know he owned, and the way they hug his waist deliciously. The next is that he’s completely forgone wearing any type of shirt; instead, his ink splattered porcelain skin is on display for the entire crowd and you shift in your seat, willing your body to calm the fuck down. His chestnut hair falls over his shoulders like a waterfall and those damn silver rings glint underneath the bright lights as he jerks his guitar pick necklace off for use.

And then he smiles; one of those wide, bright, infectious smiles of his that has your heart thumping wildly in your chest and giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. It’s never been a secret that Eddie Munson makes you weak but this, this you were not ready for.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” He asks, leaning in close to the microphone. His eyes dart around the bar and you duck your head to avoid his gaze. “You ready to fucking rock?!”

The crowd cheers uproariously and you can’t help but join in along with them. You’re completely exhilarated by this point and they haven’t even started playing yet. Lord help me when they do. Eddie turns his gaze over his shoulder toward his bandmates, a confident and sexy smile on his lips. “Let’s do this.”

The energy is charged from the moment the first chord is struck and it lasts throughout the entire set list. Their set list is a mix of original songs, some you know and others you don’t, and a few covers. The rowdy patrons of The Hideout go especially crazy when they do their cover of Metallica’s ‘Master of Puppets’ and, at first, you thought that was a rather bold choice but who is Eddie Munson if not the most bold man you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing? But Eddie had spent weeks holed up in his room with his guitar getting that song down perfectly so naturally, he would want to show off his skill and talent. Biting your lip, your eyes follow his fingers as they slide expertly along the neck of his guitar. You imagine the way those same fingers feel pressed against your skin, twisted in your hair, slipped inside of your mouth and as much as you’ve enjoyed watching the band play, you need this gig to be over!

By the time Corroded Coffin exits, you’ve imbibed four vodka cranberries and you’re feeling… splendid. With a wide grin and an abundance of confidence, you stride across the emptying bar toward the backstage entrance. A rather large, broad man who appears to be around six foot two is blocking the door and when his eyes land on you, he throws his huge hand out against your shoulder, effectively stopping you in your tracks.

“You can’t go back there,” he says with such finality it’s almost as if he dares you to question him.

But you’re buzzed and horny and you’re getting back there.

“No, I know the band.”

“You and every other girl in here tonight,” he replies, eyes scanning the crowd. “Nice try, sweetheart, but you’re not getting through.”

You narrow your eyes. Sweetheart. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Resisting the urge to rip this guy a new asshole, you flick your hair over your shoulder and grant him the brightest smile you can muster.

“You’re not understanding. Eddie Munson, the lead singer? I’m his girlfriend. He’s expecting me.”

The man lets out an exasperated sigh and finally turns his eyes on you. They rake up and down your body, lingering on certain parts of your exposed skin for longer than what is deemed appropriate. You shift underneath his weighted stare, choosing to glance over his shoulder to see if you can spot Eddie anywhere.

“If that’s true, you would have already been backstage before the show started.”

“Normally, yes,” you sigh, “but I almost wasn’t able to make it tonight but plans fell through so I decided to surprise him.”

“Then he’s not expecting you.” He shifts his eyes back out toward the crowd with a smirk, decidedly through with this conversation.

“Listen pal,” you say, poking him roughly in the shoulder with your manicured index finger, “I’m getting through this door one way or the other so either you’re gonna let me through all on your own or I’m gonna become the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever had the displeasure of talking to. So, what’s it gonna be?”

Before he can so much as open his mouth to offer what would no doubt be a witty retort, you spot Eddie straight ahead. He’s leaning against one of the walls with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he cracks open a beer.

“Eddie,” you shout loudly and abruptly, jumping and waving your arms for him to see you.

His head snaps toward the sound of your voice, confusion etched across his handsome features before morphing into one of realization and then adoration. He smiles, striding over to where you’re standing.

“Hey, it’s cool man,” he says, nudging the bouncer out of the way, “she’s with me.”

“Told ya,” you retort with a satisfied smirk as Eddie laces his fingers with yours and pulls you past the dumbstruck bouncer.

Eddie pulls you along behind him as he weaves his way through the hallways. You squeeze through various backstage personnel and even catch sight of Gareth, Jeff, and Grant who each offer you a smile and wave as you speed past. Before you know it, you’re being thrust into an empty room and crowded against the now closed door. His lips are on yours immediately and it’s deep and insistent and you melt into his arms.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, pulling back to gaze at you. “I thought you said you couldn’t make it.”

“Mmm, well, plans fell through,” you say, sliding your hands up his bare chest, “figured I’d surprise you.”

“But you missed the show,” he mumbles and you shake your head. “You were here the entire time?”

You nod, leaning in to ghost your lips across his. “I hid from you.”

“Did you now?” Eddie’s voice is raw and gravelly from overuse and the vibration of it against your skin sends a shiver cascading down your spine. “What did you think?”

“Well first,” you begin, slipping out of his grasp and further into the room, “I am severely disappointed in myself for having gone this long without seeing you boys play.”

“And second?”

You turn back towards him to find him leaning against the door, head tilted back and neck on full display. His eyes are hooded from the exhaustion that is no doubt sweeping over his body now that the adrenaline has worn off but he still looks at you with those eyes and that look, the kind that’s warm but hungry, loving but desperate. You grant him a teasing smile before sliding off your coat and letting it fall to the floor at your feet.

“Second is that you were so sexy tonight, lover, and I’m tipsy and horny and if I don’t get to be on my knees to suck your gorgeous cock, I might explode."

“Can’t have that.” He smirks, fingers fiddling with his rings as he kicks off against the door and breezes past you to drop himself ungracefully onto the couch at the far end of the room. His legs are spread wide, enticing and inviting as ever, and he glances back at you with an arched eyebrow. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“All you had to do was ask, rockstar.”

You grip the hem of your Corroded Coffin t-shirt, the one you made months ago to show your support, and pull it up and over your head. It gets dropped casually to the floor as you begin shimmying your skirt down your legs, swaying your hips to give the man before you a show. Eddie remains silent as his eyes linger on the dips and planes of your soft skin.

“That new?” He asks, gesturing vaguely to your bra and panty set. It’s red, frilly, and leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Mhm.” You smile, turning in a slow circle for him to get a full appreciation. “Do you like it?”

“You buy this for you or for me, sweetheart?”

“For you,” you breathe, heart hammering in your chest.

“‘Course you did.” He smirks. “Leave it on for now, beautiful, I like this color on you.”

“Heels stay on too, right?”

“That’s right, my sweet girl, I want you pretty for this. Now… you said something about sucking my cock?”

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth at the thought of  finally having him in your mouth.

“Well then what are you still doing all the way over there?”

You take a step forward and instantly falter when Eddie puts his hand up, effectively halting you in place. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, gesturing toward the floor. “Hands and knees, beautiful.”

Oh. Oh.

Dropping slowly down to your knees, you place yourself in his desired position and glance back at him from under your lashes. A wide and wicked grin spreads across his face, like a wolf ready to devour his innocent prey. Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. You take a breath… and begin to crawl.

The linoleum is rough, hard, and cold against your knees as you crawl like a beggar and Eddie? Eddie hasn’t made a sound, instead opting to watch you with hooded eyes and a wolfish grin. You feel miniscule underneath his predatory gaze but it also ignites a flame in your core that burns and spreads to every single nerve in your body.

When you finally reach him, you slide your hands up his calves to the tops of his thighs, the leather warm against your skin. You eye his growing bulge with hunger, flicking your gaze up to where he stares back at you with raised eyebrows.

You reach out instinctively to unwrap your prize but stop, fingers hovering above the zipper. “May I?”

“Good girl,” he mumbles more to himself than you but the praise makes you beam. “If you want it, sweetheart, then take it.”

Your fingers move on their own accord, popping the button and sliding the zipper down to free him from the confines of this damn leather. He’s rock hard, red, and leaking and your mouth waters in anticipation. Focusing your eyes on him, you lick a stripe from base to tip taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue. Eddie inhales sharply, shifting his hips up to push himself further into your mouth.

“Fuck, come on, sweetheart, don’t tease,” he groans, fingers carding through your hair, “thought you said you wanted it.”

Humming softly, you hollow your cheeks and swallow his cock until he’s hitting the back of your throat. His fingers twist in your hair, wrapping it around his hand and then he’s holding you in place, cock fully in your throat as you gag around the girth. Tears brim your lashes and your breath runs ragged as drool slips down your chin and onto his leather and the couch.

“That’s it, take it all,” he praises, “‘m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

You nod slowly and that’s all the acknowledgement he needs. Eddie rolls his hips up once, twice, enjoying the harsh sound of you gagging on his cock and then he’s gripping your hair tighter and using it to pull you up halfway. You slacken your jaw, knowing what’s coming next, and it’s relentless in the way he shifts, rolls, and bucks his hips up into your awaiting mouth, eliciting every gag and wet, sloppy, and obscene sound he can from you. You moan like a whore around his cock, absolutely loving the way he uses you to chase his high. Your hands slide up his bare chest, nails digging into his heated skin as you take the initiative to push your head down each time he rolls his hips up, taking him hard and deep into your throat.

Eddie jerks you off his cock in one rough and fluid motion, holding you in place on your knees by your hair as he leans forward and grips your chin tightly with his other hand. His eyes travel over your face from your smudged eyeliner to your runny mascara and on down to your red lipstick that now decorates your chin.

“Such a fucking mess, sweetheart,” he muses and you grin widely. “Yeah, you fucking liked that, didn’t you? How wet did choking on my cock make you?”

“Touch me and find out.”

“Filthy slut.” Eddie releases your chin and reaches down between your legs, moving your panties to the side and sliding three fingers against your slick folds. “Shit, absolutely dripping, sweetheart. You want me to fuck this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whine, desperately trying to close the gap between your lips and his but that goddamn fist in your hair holds you firmly in place. “Please, I’ll be your good girl.”

“Oh, I know you will be,” he says, relinquishing your hair, “get up here.”

You do as you're told, scrambling up onto the couch and straddling his waist. His hands instinctively land on your hips; warm, calloused fingers kneading the soft, supple flesh. A gentle sigh emits from your lips as you roll your hips, your clothed cunt sliding along his cock.

“God, you’re so fucking needy for me, beautiful,” he muses, “love it when I touch you, don’t you?”

“Yes, please Eddie,” you beg, hips rolling faster, nails biting into the skin of his shoulders, “I- I want it so bad.”

“Well in that case,” he says, pressing a delicate kiss to your jaw. His hand slips down between the two of you, hooking his fingers in the fabric of your panties and pushing them as far to the side as they can go. He grips his cock, rubs the head back and forth against your slick folds and then glances back at you. “Like I said, if you want it, then take it.”

Sliding down onto his cock, you burrow him completely to the hilt inside of you. Without waiting for the initial stretch to subside, you set a rapid pace, bouncing fervently on his cock, taking him hard and fast and deep.

“Fuck, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He groans, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. “This is what you’ve been craving all fucking night. Tell me how badly you wanted this.”

“So fucking bad! I- fuck- I knew I wanted you to fuck me stupid when you walked out onto that stage!”

“Yeah you did,” he purrs, hand sliding up your chest to wrap around your throat, “you always get so stupid and desperate for my cock.”

His hand squeezes, rings digging into the skin and you’re certain you’ll have a couple of indents and bruises from them in the next hour. He squeezes tighter and your breath catches in your throat, brain going fuzzy as you fight to remain grounded in the situation. But then his other hand moves to your clit to begin rubbing harshly and fiercely against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You begin to shake, right on the precipice of your orgasm but you can’t breathe, can’t think, at least not about anything other than him. The way his skin burns against your own, the way his cock stretches you out and pummels your cunt relentlessly, the way his dark eyes bore into your own as he watches you slip further and further out into the waves of your release.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?”

You nod, biting your lip, hand grasping at the arm currently pressing against your windpipe.

“What’s the matter?” He drawls, hand squeezing tighter. “Cat got your tongue?”

You moan, a broken and wrecked sound. Eddie grins wide, all too giddy and pleased with how quickly he can make you come undone. You alternate between rolling your hips against his fingers and bouncing on his cock to bring you closer and closer and closer to your release.

“Cum now,” he demands.

Then he’s releasing his hold on your throat. You cry out through a ragged and broken breath as your orgasm rips through you. Eddie fucks you through it; his hands land on your hips, gripping tightly as he thrusts up into you hard and fast, chasing his own release. He thrusts one, two, three more times and with a guttural groan, he’s spilling deeply inside of you.

Eddie grants you a moment to catch your breath and then he’s cupping your face in his hands and bringing his lips to your own in such a gentle kiss, it rivals the intensity of the way he just fucked you. You melt into him immediately, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him flush against you.

He pulls back, eyes zeroing in on the marks forming along your neck. His fingers brush against them gently and you hiss at the contact.

“Was that too much?” He asks, eyes beginning to brim with worry. “I was too rough, wasn’t I?”

“No, I liked it,” you promise, kissing him again in an attempt to steal his worry away, “I like when you get rough with me.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

You pull yourself up and off of him, moving your panties back in place to keep all of him inside of you. He tucks himself back into his pants as you lay yourself down onto the couch. He hovers over you after a minute, boxing you in to pepper your face and neck with gentle kisses. He soothes the marks along your neck with his tongue and you let out a contented sigh at the sensation, nails teasing up along his back.

“I love you,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, “I’m really happy you were able to make it tonight.”

“Me too,” you whisper, bumping his nose with your own.

“Although, I have to admit,” he mumbles against your lips, “the show you just gave me blows mine completely out of the water.”

“Stop,” you giggle, turning your face away.

“I’m serious! Best show I’ve ever seen!” He laughs, adjusting the two of you to where he is now slotted in between your legs. Dropping his weight against you, you can feel the outline of his cock hardening against your thigh.

You turn back to him with a gasp. “Are you serious? God, where do you get your energy?”

“It’s all your fault, beautiful, you bring it out in me.” He chuckles, kissing you deeply. “So what do ya say, think you can give me one more?”

“Oh, I can always give you one more, lover.”

“That’s my girl.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'

[mysteriesmuse]

StrictLake Wedding: The Oldest Couple

A/N: ok so there’s a ton of people out there redoing ROT and giving us the Strictlake wedding that we were ROBBED of!! But ok imagine they do the first dance of the bride and groom and they do that thing were they call all the married couples onto the floor and they start counting up until there’s one couple left on the floor, and it’s always the one that’s been married the longest! Can u imagine seeing some goth wizard guy who’s looks like he’s in his 20s dancing there with his equally young wife and like most of the crowd is like ???

anywho here it goes bc I need some mega fluff and I’m dying of boredom on my college break (it’s been only like 5 days and I’ve got weeks to go lol)

P.S. IM SO INCREDIBLY HYPE AND PROUD ABOUT THIS ONE. Thank y’all so much for reading it and enjoying it like I did!! 💕

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Arcadia Oaks was finally boasting a lovely sunny California Day with no more random life-threatening or world-ending surprises - quite the rare weather, indeed.

It just made the ceremony all that much more dazzling. . .

Barbara Lake and Walter Strictler were tying the knot.

And they truly out did themselves with their lovely outdoor wedding. They had these huge sprawling canopy tents to cast some shade along the isle and over the many rows of plastic folding chairs. There were lovely white roses in bouquets all over the place. Twinkling fairy lights wound across the tents. A giant table filled with all manners of letters and gifts. Fizzing champagne in ice buckets alongside the long buffet table which boasted a gorgeous 5-tiered cake baked by none other than son, and best man, Jim Lake Jr. himself. His girlfriend Clair Nunez stood as a bridesmaid and over-sought the job of doing Barabara’s hair and makeup for the wedding. His best-friend Toby insisted on being the videotaper and photographer, on the promise that he didn’t add any additional commenting or special effects. Which he swore to, of course, afterall this was for Dr. L. Not-Enrique was the obvious and unanimous choice as ring bearer, after all he had been integral in their life’s since the trollhunters struck out for New Jersey and the Nunez’s all agreed that the real Enrique would likely swallow the rings at best. They had DJ Kleb running the DJ Booth and they had asked Douxie to play some classy live music for the procession. Lastly, the whole affair was being co-officiated by Blinky and Mayor Nunez and the place was filled with dozen of close friends with ample amounts of safe seating for all of their guests.

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“Ahem,” Blinky started, spitting on the microphone and clapping his bottom two hands together, “now that the floor is cleared the Bride and Groom would like to invite all the other married couples onto the floor.”

A crowd of humans and creatures alike slowly began rising from their seats.

Barbara’s gleefully shouted, hanging off her new husbands arm, “Don’t be shy, come on!

“Indeed I’d love to see who can beat the Prismarxs,” Walter retorted chuckling as a doting elderly pair of trolls rose from their seats onto the canopied dance floor. Mayor Nunez glided past them making her way to her husband with a grin, “Sounds like you’re proposing a beat there Walter.”

Strictler cackled, “100 dollars to the Prismarxs being the oldest married couple then. DJ Kleb get your songs ready!”

Next to you Hisirdoux began to shift in his seat as he got onto his feet, “What do you say we get up there and show-off a bit, love?” He cooed with a secret wink in your direction. You giggled and shook your head, curls bouncing around your shoulders as you took Douxies hand and he pulled you to your feet.

The two of you made your way across the grass and over to the improvised plywood dance floor. A bunch of chattering teenage friends and single people left in your wake; a whole crowd of married couples surrounded you at present.

“Look at Douxie and his little bride how sweet!”

“You think they’d been married long?” “I dunno’ it’s kinda hard to tell with wizards huh.” “Remember when we were that young?”

It was a whole new setting for most of them this evening, but you gracefully smiled and draped your free hand around Douxie’s neck fiddling with the chain looped back there.

“I can’t even count how many weddings we’ve been to anymore.” He held your hip and lead with his right foot, “Well darling I think this will be one for the history books. Troll, aliens, and humans alike in attendance; seems rather fantastical to me.” “Yes, well I’m sure you’re right,” you added, “but that wasn’t the point-“

He spun you around. “What was it then?” You repositioned your hand on his shoulder, “well, just that every one reminds me of our wedding.” sliding your hand up and then across the front of his lazily buttoned down shirt and vest where the chain ended and hung right above his chest.

Douxie chuckled turned his head to apologize to the couple who’s shoulders they’d just bumped into as they existed the dance floor, “I don’t think any of them have been much like ours.”

At the sudden surge of memory you threw your head back with a snort.

“No, I don’t think any of them have,” you admitted breathlessly before settling your gaze back onto Douxie’s necklace and fiddling around with the ring hanging from it. Douxie noticed, “Like what you see?” Blinking you noticed his smirk as he eyed your facial expression and gestured his chin down to his low neckline. He deserved the light smack to his chest that you gave him. “Why yes. Otherwise I wouldn’t have married it Mr. “Top-button” what happened to that anyway. When I meet you that summer you’d barely take your shirt off for a dip in the creek. Now you’re almost always coming out of our bedroom with the top few buttons left undone.” “Now, on some occasions it’s not always me.” He defended, “Sometimes someone’s being a little cheeky keen on me, love.” “Oh Hisirdoux!” “Fuzzbuckets, that’s just what I feel in love with!” He deserved the second smack too. “Just say the word Douxie!”

Except it really came out much more light hearted than you intended. And, the notion probably went limp as Douxie pulled you to his chest and threw his arms around you waddling to the tune of the music. A tactic with its saving grace, as your cheeks still felt the heated tinge of that embarrassing chastisement. Gratefully you settled in resting your forehead against his collarbone. A gentle lub of his heartbeat pulsing under your ear. the same one that agreed to put this ring on his finger all those years ago, or rather this ring around his neck. Your chest huffed with a snicker. At least he wears it everywhere you thought pridefully gazing down at your matching engagement where it rested in its traditional placing.

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“Casperans. Hello? Earth to the Casperans?” Blinkus huffed. “You can calm down mate we’re still waiting for you to reach our number.” “Whatever do you mean Douxie we already passed the Prismarxs 504 and you’re still on the dance floor?!” You piped up, “Actually you’re only at 520. We still got a few more decades to be called until we tap out. We’re 551 going on 552 years this winter.” “You heard the lady. We’re wizards people! Now DJ Kleb,” Douxie dramatically pointed over to his friend behind the tables, “our song please and I promise we’ll make this the last Mr. and Mrs. Strictler, but ladies if you can suffer through this last dance in your heels then I do believe we’ve won a bet.” “What do you say Barbara? One more?” The beautiful bride looked at her new loving husband. Then gazed over at her young (appearing) friend and his wife. “Why not? We moved through a couple centuries pretty fast last song. Come on everybody! I’ll throw the bouquet after this!” ———— “And I can’t wait to give them all our tips on conjugal bliss over that free dinner because that bet will practically pay for it!”

“Um, you know it was always gonna be free right, Douxie? It’s at the Lakes house and Jim’s making it.” “Ah I see.” “Oh, we could purchase tickets for those dance classes we’ve been looking at.” “No, correction, you’ve been looking at. Plus look at us,” he grinned, dazzlingly, pulling you towards him as the dance floor filled with bodies of happy people, “we’re already fantastic at it darling.”

#tales of arcadia #strictlake #strictlake wedding #post ROT fix-up #toa #toa trollhunters #toa wizards #toa 3below #hisirdoux casperan #walter strickler #barbara lake #jim lake jr #jim lake junior #claire nunez #tobias #not enrique #mayor Nunez #krel tarron #blinky #douxie casperan #douxie imagine #douxie x reader #headcanon #some fluff #they slay at wedding dances i mean come on it’s the same partner for 552 years 🤪

[wolf359transcripts]

Wolf 359 Season 1 Episode 6 - “Super Energy Saver Mode”

[intro music]

Welcome to Wolf 359.

Eiffel: This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel, recording from the comms room of the USS Hephaestus Station. Welcome, everyone, to a very special transmission. It’s our anniversary today! Our five hundredth day orbiting around Wolf 359!

[party tooter noise]

Eiffel: I can’t tell you how happy I am to have you here, dear listeners. As we celebrate another hundred days on this... creaky, miserable tin can. Just another two hundred and thirty before we close shop and go home. Unless command decides to renew us for another year and a half, then we’re... less than halfway through this.

[party tooter noise]

Eiffel: Anyway... we now take you through the miracle of the portable, hands-free recorder to the crew anniversary party, already in progress. And by “party”, I mean our autopilot helping me to procrastinate my work shift. Alright Hera, here we are now. Entertain us!

Hera: I’m afraid I’m still calculating the answer to your question from earlier, Officer Eiffel.

Eiffel: Calculating? Hera, I asked you for your top five “stick it to The Man” songs. Not the nine hundredth digit of pi.

Hera: Well... there’s lots of data to collate: year of composition, active political regimes of the time, complexity of chord progressions. It may take a little bit to have a mathematically sound set of five. And it’s three, by the way.

Eiffel: No no no no no no no. You’re way overthinking this. It’s just... a taste thing. There’s no wrong answer. U-Unless you leave out “Anarchy in the UK”. That, would be mathematically unsound. Here, I’ll show ya. Ask me for my top five of anything.

Hera: Anything?

Eiffel: Yeah! Just... go. First thing that comes to mind.

Hera: Top five lanthanides?

Eiffel: ... Try again.

Hera: Top five British naval battles of the 1800s?

Eiffel: ... Nope.

Hera: Top five celestial positioning coordinates.

Eiffel: You’re just yanking my chain, aren’t ya.

Hera: Well, I don’t know what I want, but I know how to get it.

[open intercom buzz]

Hilbert: Apologies for breaking into your frequency, Officer Eiffel. But I was wondering if I could have a moment of Hera’s attention.

Hera: How can I be of service, Dr. Hilbert?

Hilbert: I’m running an experiment with my arc reactor, and I need additional voltage directed towards my lab.

Hera: Negative, Doctor, you’re already at the maximum level for that wing of the Hephaestus.

Hilbert: Then just reroute it. Divert some power from the central processors.

Hera: I... would highly discourage that course of action, Doctor. It would put us over the acceptable safety limits for that wing –

Hilbert: I’m taking every precaution. It will be fine. Now stop wasting my time.

Hera: ... Affirmative, Dr. Hilbert. Rerouting power now, you should receive it in about thirty seconds.

Hilbert: Thank you.

[close intercom buzz]

Eiffel: Wow, are you upset? I didn’t know you got upset.

Hera: I am a MX500 Class Adjutant Program, Eiffel. I’m programmed to be friendly, and pleasant, and I do not get upset. I can, however, get frustrated, ruffled, and/or an eensy teeny bit incensed, when he takes that tone of voice with me.

Eiffel: Hey, don’t let Hilbert get to ya. The guy’s a whackjob. Did I ever tell you about that time I thought he was trying to kill me? Any of those times?

Hera: Things don’t get to me, Eiffel. I’m just afraid that sooner or later, that man is going to do something reckless and some- some- some- some- some- some- [power cuts out]

Eiffel: ... Hera? Are you there?

[silence]

Eiffel: One moment, dear listeners. We seem to be experiencing some... technical difficulties. L-Looks like we’ve lost our autopilot, and our lights, and anything that was plugged into a wall.

[taps on microphone]

Eiffel: Recorder still seems to be running fine though, so... score one for old-school double As! I’m sure this is just a small hiccup in the system. So, let’s just wait for this stuff to get sorted out, alright?

[ship creaks]

Eiffel: O...kay, maybe this isn’t one of those “wait and see” things. Maybe it’s one of those... imminent death things. Let’s go see if we can find any of the others.

[switch clicks, door opens and closes]

Eiffel: [echoing] Hello? Hera? Minkowski?

[ship creaks]

Eiffel: Cool... has this place always been so... Overlook Hotel-y?

[a boom, then clattering noise]

Eiffel: [shrieks in surprise] Alright, Doug. Get a grip on yourself. [clicking] Just figure out what you gotta do. Um... hm... What would Commander Minkowski say if she were here right now?

Eiffel: [imitating Minkowski’s voice] “Eiffel! I know minimal information about the situation or its context, but I am ready to place all the blame squarely on your shoulders!”

Eiffel: [in his own voice] “What? That makes absolutely no sense. You act like everything that goes wrong in this station is my fault.”

Eiffel: [imitating Minkowski’s voice] “Everything that goes wrong around here is your fault. Remember the helium tank?”

Eiffel: [in his own voice] “Here we go again. Look, I had no idea what that dial did. I’m really sorry Dr. Hilbert had to amputate those toes, but it was an honest mistake!”

Eiffel: [imitating Minkowski’s voice] “What about the flight deck airlock? Or the time you poisoned that litre of water trying to make whiskey? I could do this all night.”

Eiffel: [in his own voice] “Oh yes, Commander. Let’s spend more time on this, shall we? Here we are in a potentially lethal situation, and all you wanna do is talk about how much of a screwup I am. [under his voice] God, you’re useless.

Eiffel: [imitating Minkowski’s voice] “I’m useless? You are the most incompetent excuse for an enlisted man I have ever met. The only thing you’ve done for the past five hundred days has been sleep on the job, endanger our lives, and continually make stupid jokes just to hide the fact that you’re –

[a distant echoing voice speaks faintly]

Eiffel: Is- Is somebody there?

[the distant voice continues]

Eiffel: Look. If this is a joke or something, it isn’t funny.

[the distant voice fades]

Eiffel: Alright... I suppose –

[sound of something falling]

Eiffel: What was that?

[booming noise]

Eiffel: Oh god...

[door opens]

Minkowski: Eiffel. Is that you?

Eiffel: [sigh of relief] Commander.

Minkowski: ... Why are you underneath that table?

Eiffel: Um... Reasons? G-Good ones. Excellent reasons.

Minkowski: Any idea what’s going on? Looks like the entire station’s gone dark.

Eiffel: Hilbert asked Hera to give his lab some extra juice from her central processor. Maybe he blew a fuse.

Minkowski: Hera’s offline?

Eiffel: I dunno, search me. Either that, or she’s finally figured out how to access her sleep mode.

Minkowski: [sighs in frustration]

Eiffel: I’m guessing this isn’t one of those “gets better by itself” situations.

Minkowski: If Hera’s offline, then practically every system in the station is too, and that includes life support.

Eiffel: So we’re gonna run out of air?

Minkowski: That may be the least of our worries. She also runs navigation, orbital stasis, temperature regulation. Hell, probably even a few that I don’t know about.

Eiffel: So... basically we’re barrelling towards certain death. That’s all you gotta say, Commander. Barrelling towards certain death. [inhales] Okay. How about we skip right to the “making it better” part?

Minkowski: Well, we’ll need to reboot the system up at the bridge... but first we’ll have to go down to engineering to realign the fuse couplings and restore power.

Eiffel: Divide and conquer. Commander, you deal with the computer upstairs, I’ll head downtown and plug her back in.

Minkowski: Do you have any idea what you’re looking for?

Eiffel: No, but I got you. And a pair of these.

Minkowski: Walkie-talkies?

Eiffel: Been making a few of these out of old recorders. Pretty handy in a blackout. Careful though, the battery on them’s pretty non-existent, so save it ‘til you get to –

[the distant voice reappears for a second]

Eiffel: Did you hear that?

Minkowski: Hear what?

[silence]

Eiffel: I- I thought... Nothing. Never mind. Come on, let’s do this thing, before we fall into the star or something.

[door opens]

Minkowski: This should take you down to engineering. Straight shot. Get down there and wait for me. I’ll radio as soon as I get to the bridge.

Eiffel: Right. Talk to you in a sec.

[door slams shut]

Eiffel: Alright... just... headin’ down to engineering. No big deal! No big deal! Just gonna go... go down, flip some switches, turn the lights back on, and then, go listen to some space static for a couple of hours. [exhales] Won’t that be nice.

[plinking metal noise]

Eiffel: Oh god, it’s spooktastic in here, baby. [exhales] I hate engineering. Creeps me out, even when we’re not in super energy saver mode. I’m glad you’re here to keep me company, dear listeners. [in a newscaster voice] We interrupt tonight’s presentation of Hammer Horror’s The Amityville Space Station to bring you a quick word from our spons –

[the distant voice reappears for a second]

Eiffel: Okay, I swear to god, somebody’s talking to me.

[silence]

Eiffel: Or maybe we’re running out of O2 a little faster than anticipated.

[the distant voice reappears]

Eiffel: Okay, enough! I’m dealing with a genuine life-and-death thing here, so if Mr. Ooga-Booga whispering wants to tango, he’ll have to take a number and have a seat, cause my dance card is full at the moment!

[the distant voice continues]

Eiffel: H-Hera? Is that you? Look, if this is some kind of... weird attempt at being funny, it’s really not cool.

[the distant voice continues]

Eiffel: Alright alright! You got me, very funny! [fake, pained laughter]

[the distant voice continues]

Eiffel: Who – Who is this? What do you want?

[radio hisses]

[the distant voice stops]

Minkowski: [over the radio] Eiffel, I’m at the bridge. Are you in position yet?

Eiffel: God damn. No. Not yet. Commander, there’s something majorly weird going on here.

Minkowski: Yes, all the systems in the station are powered down, didn’t we already have this conversation?

Eiffel: No – No, no. Listen. There’s something coming through the speakers. I-It’s like as soon as Hera went offline, they started picking up Stephen King FM.

Minkowski: That’s not possible, there’s nothing powering them.

Eiffel: I know what I’ve been hearing, and it’s been getting louder.

Minkowski: Alright look. Whatever that’s about, it’ll be a lot easier to sort it out with power and oxygen. So let’s focus on getting Hera back online first, okay?

Eiffel: Yeah... Yeah that’s fair. Okay. I’m at engineering.

[ship creaks]

Eiffel: Alright, what am I looking for?

Minkowski: Go towards the back of the room. You should see a big red breaker box with a lightning bolt symbol on it.

Eiffel: Red... breaker... yeah, I see it.

Minkowski: Alright. Go up to it and open it. Now. This is gonna be real simple.

[box opens]

Eiffel: Holy crap! R-Real simple. Commander, there’s like a bajillion switches and cables in here.

Minkowski: Just do exactly what I tell you. See the switch at the very top? Hit that, and I should get auxiliary power for the consoles here.

[switch clacks]

Eiffel: Done.

Minkowski: Uh... Okay great. Alright, gimme just one moment to start inputting the reboot codes... Look for switches five, eighteen, and thirty-two.

Eiffel: Hm... Yeah, I see them.

Minkowski: Okay. Go ahead and hit all three.

[three switches clack in sequence]

Minkowski: Okay. Now, you see the switch at the very bottom?

Eiffel: Yup, I see it.

Minkowski: That should power up the central processor again. Get ready to hit on my mark. Ready?

Eiffel: Yeah, let’s do this.

Minkowski: Okay. Three, two, now!

[switch clacks]

[the distant voice fades in]

Eiffel: Uh... Commander? Did we miss a step or something?

[the distant voice continues]

Eiffel: Minkowski! [pauses] Crap, the battery in my walkie’s dead. Um... Look, I don’t know who you are, or what you want, but I –

Distant Voice: – you’re not the first –

[the distant voice fades away]

Eiffel: What? What do you mean? Wait, wait! What do you mean? I’m not the first what? Hello?

[sound of machinery rebooting]

Hera: [very glitchy] ...some...body’s going to get hurt.

Hera: Woah. What just happened? Did – Did everything just kind of blink around for a second there?

Eiffel: [long sigh of relief] Hey, Hera! Welcome back. [exhale] We missed you.

[two bursts of static]

Eiffel: Hey again, everyone. It’s been a few hours since I stopped the last recording, and just wanted to give you a brief update. I think we crossed into a new day a little while ago. Day five hundred and one on the galaxy’s favourite little death trap. Hera’s up and running again... it’s taking her a little bit to get all the systems back to normal, but it looks like we’re not going to suffocate or blow up any time in the near future. Shouldn’t expect warm showers either, but hey. Take what we can get and all. I still don’t know what those weird noises were about. I asked Hera about it, she said it was probably just... some... residue of her vocal program, running on emergency power, and going haywire. But... I dunno. It sure as hell didn’t sound like Hera. Scans confirmed that me, Minkowski, and Hilbert, are still the only language-capable life signs on the station, but... I don’t know. “You’re not the first.” What the hell does that mean? Not the first what? [sighs] Well, from the Hephaestus Station, this has been the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel. Goodnight everyone.

[outro music]

This has been Wolf 359, written and directed by Gabriel Urbina. The roles of Eiffel and Hilbert were played by Zach Valenti. The role of Minkowski was played by Emma Sherr-Ziarko. The role of Hera was played by Michaela Swee. And tonight’s episode also featured the voice of Cecilia Lynn-Jacobs. Original music by Alan Rodi, and audio recording by Jared Paul. Dying to know Hera’s top five lanthanides? Check out wolf359.fm, and follow us on Twitter at @Wolf359Radio for more information on our show.

Transcription by @saltssaumure.

#wolf 359 #wolf 359 transcript #podcast transcript #s1e6 #super energy saver mode

[bulkhummus]

cecil palmer is king of the mid drift shirt scene and you cant convince me otherwise

#cecil palmer #my horribly dressed baby man #Wtnv #Im projecting probably #carlos FOR SURE loves cecils crazy outfits they probably scratch an itch in his brain bc everything he puts on is so Loud #cecil palmer fanart #wtnv fanart #welcome to night vale #original art #art tag #this man comes running at you with a microphone what do u do

[barzzal]

Okay but the fanfic trope where the couple is like “I could totally go without sex longer than you could” and then they’re so miserable until they finally cave?? Mat is so competitive and stubborn he’d absolutely take that challenge

warnings: pg (18+), fluff, sexual and suggestive themes, slightest hint of pining i guess you might miss it, (a/n: i lowkey want this for myself ngl thank u nonnie)

Seven days. That’s how long Mat has been keeping himself from touching you - and frankly, himself too.

It was stupid and foolish just like the time he’s agreed to do the ‘No Nut’ with Beau last November. Clearly, he just can’t think straight when his winning is at stake. 

If you had only asked him, the entire week was torture. Mind-numbing torture. Not to mention how the two of you are just casually throwing your subtle moves onto each other hoping the other would finally cave and just give in. 

But Mat has had to break the habit of underestimating you. Let alone letting you partake in a challenge that he knows you’re eventually gonna win. Hell, you’ve punished him enough just by how you’re constantly hinting on how much you needed him. He knows well enough that you’re just playing with him but Mat, as bad as he wants to win every fight, is beginning to lose his sanity. 

You, on the other hand, weren’t doing as good as Mathew thinks either. You know you’d be able to make him cave just by perking your ass and pressing it against his groin when cuddling, but boy, that man is all about winning more than he’s all about that ass. 

His teasing doesn’t help either. Not that he was the best at it but you’re just so unbelievably attracted to the man that he can literally lift and play with a metal spoon and that would drive you crazy all throughout the day. In deed, torture is an understatement when you’re up against the face of the New York Islanders. 

“I don’t really see the point why we’re even doing this.” you sigh, taking a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth in the most unlady-like fashion. 

Mat rolls his eyes and scoffs, “I’m doing this to escape two weeks of laundry and doing the dishes. I have a lot at stake.” he lies, averting his gaze away from how you’re licking off your spoon like a neanderthal. Mat swears that you can be the nastiest person in the room and he would still have his neck broken by you just because he can’t stop looking. 

“I’m just saying,” you stop to swallow, “I’m never gonna admit that I’m a bad driver. That alone is a lot at stake for me as well and I’m not about letting you win either.” 

“But…” Mat looks at you with an arched brow. 

“How’d you even know there’s gonna be a ‘but’?” you question.

“I just know, baby.” he winks and chuckles. “Go on.”

“But- just so you know, should you let me win, tapping anytime of the week will be back on the table.” you tell him innocently as you dig into the cold treat yet again. 

Mathew takes a while to answer but resorts to shaking his head shamelessly, “Hah. Hell no. You’re not getting me that way.” he refuses.

You shrug, so sure of yourself. “Wanna bet?” 

𖥸 

That night, sleep eludes Mathew as he waits for you to turn in for bed. You had to answer an important business call and you have been stuck in front of your computer for the last two hours.

Mat gets up and leaves the bedroom only to find you with your blazer and glasses on, too occupied to even notice him walk into the living room. 

He carefully treads his way to you so as to let his presence be known. You give him a quick glance and decide to turn off your camera and microphone for a while, “I’m so sorry I didn’t think this would take hours.” 

Mat says nothing other than smile and lean towards you to plant a small kiss on top of your head.

He lovingly rubs your back and says, “Go, do your thing, babe.” 

You give him a smile and mouth him a ‘thank you’ when he returns to place a hot cup of coffee on the table. He sits on the armchair in the living room so as to keep distance from you for he didn’t want to become a distraction. He watches you talk in your work language whilst he sips on his decaf. It’ll be a while before you finish up that he might as well wait and go to bed at the same time as you will. 

It was almost two in the morning by the time you’ve finally wrapped up the meeting. Your boss was stuck in Asia so you had to do some adjustments - most of it tailored to her time. You love your job so you didn’t feel the need to complain. On the more important note, however, was the man you love sleeping in your living room. 

You sigh and run your fingers through his hair softly, not wanting to wake him up. 

But of course, being that he’s a light sleeper, you end up doing the opposite.

Mat shifts to see you clearly, fighting himself from closing his eyes due to fatigue, causing your hand to fall and take rest caressing his warm cheek.

“Why didn’t you sleep in the bedroom?” you quietly ask.

“I was waiting for you.” he smiles weakly, admittedly enjoying how your voice sounded in his ears. “Are you finished?” he asks, voice a bit raspy. 

You only nod, leaning to kiss the tip of his nose, but Mat is fast regardless of his groggy state and catches you with his lips instead. 

The kiss is slow and tender. One that’s meant to catch you off guard before you eventually sink into it. 

By the time the two of you break away, your hand was already wrapped around his jaw and a part of his neck, whilst he held you by your waist as you sat on his lap with his other hand already caressing your thigh. 

“I miss you.” he confesses, his voice nearly coming off as a growl. 

“What about the bet?” you ask him, almost whispering. “I know you hate losing.”

He kisses you yet again, the sound waking you even more than the amount of caffeine coursing through your veins ever did. “I fold,” he declares. “you win.”

Your kisses begin to grow deeper once you answer Mat’s invitation. Your legs, just like the other times, miraculously find its way to dangle itself around Mathew. His hands mirrored your body language as it wrapped fittingly around your waist. Neither of you dared to break the kiss even when Mat pulled you closer to enclose himself in between your legs. He stands, a hand in support of your back, the other weaving through your hair as he carefully maneuvered around the coffee table towards your bedroom door. 

When the night’s over, you wake up to his empty side of the bed, only to see him in the kitchen at 7 in the morning — putting away the dishes you left in the dishwasher the night you finally gotten laid after a good seven-day dry streak.

it’s wet weekends!

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal smut #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal x reader #nhl smut #hockey smut #wet weekends

[missmorosis]

music with the hq boys

-> feat. oikawa, kenma, kuroo, bokuto

what songs they would love listening to and how they share that love with you

kuroo

alexa play all the pop songs on the radio bc this boy has them all on repeat

i feel like he would have two playlists- one with rap for his teammates to see and then the one with ariana grande for himself

ariana herself is SHAKING with this man's vocals that seem to come out whenever he feels particularly annoying 😁😁

"I GOT ONE LESS PROBLEM WITHOUT YOU" he would sing, clutching an ever-so-iconic hairbrush in one hand while staring right into your eyes with a smile on his face. you rolled your eyes as he proceeded through the chorus, continuously pointing at you with his free hand when the word "problem" came around.

"if you couldn't tell, i got one less problem without you," he joked when his make-shift karaoke session was over, placing down his "microphone", in which you raised an eyebrow at.

"is that what you were hinting at?" you said, opening up your phone to search up the lyrics. "here it says 'i want you', which seems to be more accurate, your honor."

oikawa

OIKAWA WILL LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU LISTEN TO 📢📢

no bc mans will stalk your spotify, every single one of your public playlists have at least one like bc he adds all of yours to his library

why does he do this you may ask?? it's so that both of the two of you will know all the words when he's blasting songs through the aux in the car during drives

it's no fun when nobody knows the lyrics; it's just MMMM when both of you can accurately scream your heart out at 3am

three in the morning? the energy in your system told you otherwise: there's no way you felt like you could run a marathon at three in the morning. maybe it was the effect of spending the night driving around with oikawa.

you turned from facing the open window to facing oikawa in the driver's seat, who was drumming his fingers to the song that was playing: doja cat. his mouth was mouthing all the words, his face expressing approval when the singer sang his favorite lyrics, and he began to smile when he heard your familiar voice start to pick up on what he was doing.

"GO BABE!" he screamed as you were getting into it, even going as far as honking his horn. he turned the volume down in order to admire you with even more attention.

kenma

sucker for animal crossing music except i don't blame him

it reminds him of the island you guys share and the hours you both grind on it together HDHDH

you somehow remind him of all the villagers- if one of them says something really dumb he will screenshot it and send it to you with a text that says "its u again"

"can't sleep?" he turned to you, and you blinked back at him with wide open eyes. you shook your head no, which caused his facial expression to soften.

without another word, he handed you one of his earbuds, which was of course, playing a song from animal crossing.

even with it's relatively upbeat tempo, it helped you relax and eventually fall asleep. kenma snuck photos of you sleeping that night.

bokuto

MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I'VE BEEN LISTENING TO A LOT OF KPOP RECENTLY BUT BOKUTO SEEMS LIKE HE WOULD LISTEN TO LOTS OF BRIGHT SONGS- I.E. DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY BY TWICE????

he will do his absolute best to learn the choreography in order to perform for you

OR OR OR HE WOULD SETTLE TO BE HALF OF A DUO WITH YOUU

"BOKUTO KOUTAROU, IF YOU STEP ON MY FOOT ONE MORE TIME-"

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY-"

every couple is bound to get into an argument every so often, but yelling at each other for getting the moves right to stayc's asap might not have been the most predictable subject to argue about.

"FOR THE LOVE OF- bokuto, RIGHT SIDE-" at that, you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore: screw being mad, the sight of your boyfriend trying to nail the perfect hip movements was far more favorable.

A/N: ITS BEEN A HOT MINUTE BUT YES HERE ILY

TAGLIST!! @rayeofmoonlight ​ @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner ​ @idontlikeyourjob ​ @sushijimawakatoshi ​ ​ @bokutsumie ​​ @jesssobs @nachotrash ​ @tsukkisberry ​ ​ @crystal-lilac ​ ​ @hannas16 @cherriesradio ​ ​ @elektrosonix ​ @marissawrld​ @gomchan ​ @mysterystarz ​ @tagehaya MWAH MWAHH

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo tetsurou x y/n #kuroo tetsurou x reader #oikawa tooru x you #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x y/n #kenma kozume x you #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x y/n #bokuto koutarou x you #bokuto koutarou x y/n #bokuto koutarou x reader

[duskholland]

I've been thinking thought, imagine being ab actress and together with Tom and you have to pretend that you're not together but you're filming a movie together and there's a sex scene in it and you're in bed and u der blankets and all and everyone thinks that you're just pretending to have sex but, well.

oooooooft this is...hot. 

nsfw! 18+ thank you :)) extended warnings beneath the cut but this is pretty filthy...

warnings: unprotected mxf sex, public sex, sex tape (...? kinda. you’ll see lmao)

-----

When the director had asked for a convincing performance, you’re sure they hadn’t envisioned this:

You and Tom, tangled up in the sheets, cameras whirring around the two of you as you actually have sex. 

He’s lodged in you deep, your fingers clasped together above your head, held there by one of his strong hands. Tom’s other arm is beside your head, supporting his weight as he comes down on you, again and again, thrusting quickly and with purpose. Strands of his messy hair stick to your skin, hot from exertion, and you’re moaning loudly. 

“So good for me,” he says, enunciating clearly. His voice is tilted with an American accent. “So responsive, baby.”

You throw your head back, as scripted, but you’re glad for the release. You can feel a climax tickling your lower stomach, slowly being coaxed to the surface, and whilst you’d normally be all for it, the circumstances just now are different. Usually, when you’re getting fucked into the mattress by your doting boyfriend, it’s on your terms. Today you just so happen to be on-set, filming a sex scene in character, surrounded by cameras and stage lights. It’s a closed-set, so there aren’t many people around, but they’re still there, and if you were to cast your eyes away from Tom, you’d see them, watching you. 

It was his idea, the cheeky fucker. You’ve already run through the scene five times, and in the break between the fourth and fifth, Tom had whispered a few dirty words that’d made you aroused beyond reproach:

“Should we do it for real? Hmm? They’re not going to know, darling… Can just be our little secret.”

He’d sealed the deal with a kiss, and then you’d both discreetly ditched the underwear you’d been dry humping in. Before the cameras had started rolling, he’d opened you up with a few fingers, and by the time the director had yelled Action!, Tom was in you, for real. And it’s filthy.

The fact that you could both be caught at any moment sets you on edge in the best way possible. You know logically that there’s no way anyone could know - there’s at least two layers of sheets and several metres between you and the crew - but that doesn’t stop you from imagining it - especially when Tom drops his voice down low and whispers into your ear,

“Such an eager little thing, aren’t you? Letting me fuck you in front of all of these people.”

You bite back a moan, gnawing over your lower lip as you shift on the bed, back threatening to arch. Thankfully your line follows your inner dialogue, and you rasp out a loud, concise, “No one fucks me like you.” 

Tom chuckles, and his hand presses your fingers further into the bed. Your entire body is on fire, covered in a hot slick of sweat that only comes after several long, intense minutes of feeling him in you. You can’t imagine what it’s like for Tom. He’s been slightly more erratic in his thrusts for ages now, gritting his teeth, face flushed, and you know him well enough to recognise the changes in his pace indicate he’s repeatedly been edging closer and closer. The idea of him cumming into you - shooting his shot and painting your walls white on film makes you cling to him harder.

“Perfect, you two. Let’s just run through the climax one final time,” calls the director.

Tom stops rocking into you, stilling with his cock lodged deep inside your passage. You whimper as he alters the position, compliant with the script. He releases your hands, and you eagerly bring them down to wrap around his chest. 

“Can’t fucking wait to cum in you,” he mutters, voice low and raspy. His eyes are blown wide, wild and intense, raging with arousal. Tom strokes a few fingers over your cheek, still whispering so the microphone above you doesn’t pick up the words. “Cunt’s feeling so fucking snug around me, love.”

You shiver, and you feel your walls clench around him. 

“Action!” 

He’s a man on a mission, Tom’s grip on your face becoming slippery as he urges you towards the finishing line. He’d been teasing you between scenes - rolling his fingers over your clit, rubbing you to edge after edge - and that’s wound you up to the point where you’re on the verge of climax, just from his length thrusting into you, his pelvis rubbing briefly against your bud. The contact is light, but it’s enough.

You can’t remember your lines, but you can vaguely grasp at the tone, and decide to roll with it. 

“Fill me up,” you whine. Your eyes are shut, and you can feel him everywhere, the tip of his flushed cock hard against your g-spot, his shaft stimulating your passage. The pressure on your clit, his lips on your neck. “Ruin me.”

Tom’s face falls to the crook of your neck, and you feel his teeth dig into the skin of your shoulder as he shudders. You feel him pulse inside you, shooting his load into you, and the action of him climaxing with such low, breathless groans makes you follow suit, your back arching up against him as you spasm. You moan softly, your fists grabbing at his back as you wind down together, feeling his cock pressing his seed deeper into you until you’re whimpering.

“And cut! Wow, you two. That was convincing.”

Tom looks up to meet your eyes, and he shoots you a wink. 

“We’re very good actors,” he calls back, a cocky smirk on his face. You chuckle, nodding in agreement.

“Method actors, now,” you add, quietly. Tom squeezes your cheek and leans up to kiss your nose.

“Don’t know how we’re going to explain the stained sheets, though.”

#tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland blurb #myblurbs #tomblurbs #famous!reader #anonymous #tom.filth #smut

[fairyaali]

hi bestie.. 😃

so um , i saw this prompt somewhere and i wanted to send it to my favorite blog ! ( you ) so here it is!!

adrien with a s/o who’s from america ( new york specifically ) and she has a very veronica lodge type past. meaning she’s very proper and rich and silvertounged but very kindhearted and sweet and extremely loyal.

but she has a past where she used to be a bully in new york and bullied people if they didn’t fit in , and was practically the it girl from a movie? does that make sense?

however shes changed , yet one day during a akuma attack , her whole past gets revealed and videos of her being a complete BITCH and it being played off as hot by her classmates gets shown to the entire of paris?

what’s adrien doing? is she going to comfort her or leave her?

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

 I had so much fun writing this, but fair warning that it’s kind of angsty oops! thank u for the request nonetheless <333

Ship: Adrien Agreste X reader

Warnings: Swearing.

Tags: Angst oops

What should you do when your father is out on a business trip?

Throw a party.

And that’s exactly what you did. At least that’s what you used to do back in New York.   It’s something you were known for. Now since you’ve got the chance to start fresh with a new life in Paris you decided to bring an old tradition back with you and invite some friends over from the school you’re attending, and your boyfriend of course.

Adrien Agreste. You had no idea what you did to get such an angel in your life. You’ve been dating him for a few moths now and you could already see yourself becoming a better person around him. You came to Paris with the intention of leaving your past behind, starting new and fresh without the bullshit from your past. This was it. Nothing could fuck this up.

“Hey,let me help you.” You hear your Adrien say while you try to adjust the lights near the DJ stand.

“I got it.” You say and get on your tip toes to hang the last light. “There.” You say, a successful smile on your face.

“You really out did yourself huh?” You feel his arms wrapping around you from the back and you hum.

“Oh please Agreste, this is nothing compared to what I used to do in New York.” You say and turn around, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I hope everyone likes it.” You say, more to yourself than to him.

“Of course they will, Ma belle.” He says and kisses your forehead.

You loved it when he called you nicknames, they just made butterflies burst around your stomach.

His soft hand reaches up to touch your cheek and he caresses it gently. You look into his green eyes which were soft and welcoming. He is so gorgeous.

Your noses touch and you sigh, touching his hand and smiling softly. “I hate to ruin the moment, my love but I have to go make a few minor changes before your friends come.”

He pouts at you. “But everything’s already perfect, can’t we spend some alone time together before everyone comes?”

You shake your head. “I promise you’ll have me all to yourself tonight , Agreste.” You smirk and watch as his cheeks glow red. You quickly kiss his cheek and giggle, walking away to the kitchen to make sure that everything is in place.

It didn’t take long before people started arriving.

“Claudia, start offering the drinks around to people.” You whisper to your maid before going to greet everyone.

A familiar bluenette appears, with an amazed look on her face while she looks around. You grin and walk towards her.  

“Marinette! You look stunning!” You say and give each other a friendly kiss on the cheek. She really did look stunning. You’ve never seen her hair like this before, let down and slightly curled.  She’s wearing a dress which perfectly hugged her body and the colour was gorgeous on her - A deep vermilion shade which complemented her fair skin. 

“Likewise.” She grins and looks at your dress. “Oh my god who are you wearing? This dress is gorgeous.” She gasps, eyes wide while she moved around to see the dress from the back and front.  You knew that she would comment on it, she had an eye for fashion after all.

“My father got this for me as a gift from South Korea. The designer is a family friend of ours.” You smile proudly. You didn’t want to brag about it but in all honesty you loved this dress too much not to show it off. 

You look to her side and see a blue haired boy standing kind of awkwardly next to her. “And you must be…?” You trail off, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Luka, Marinette’s date.” He says nonchalantly and Marinette stops looking at your dress, straightening up with her face glowing red.

“Ah, I see. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Im-“

“I already know who you are.” He states and you furrow your eyebrows. You’re more than sure you’ve never met this guy before.

Marinette nudges him and you see him stiffen up.

“I mean, it was kind of a big deal when you came to Paris and everyone was talking about you so-“

Marinette sighs and grabs Lukas arm. “We’re going to get a drink, It was nice seeing you! Au revoir !” She says and walks away with Luka. You could hear her cussing at him from where you were standing.

Ah, of course. You knew that everyone was talking about you. The new rich bitch from New York who’s mother is in jail. That’s what everyone saw at first. Maybe they do still see it now. But maybe that’s why you fell for Adrien, because he never judged you in the first place despite all those rumors.

You turn around and see him, talking to Nino. He’s wearing the outfit you picked out for him.  Black shirt slightly unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up, tan pants with a black belt around them and black converse.  His hair was messy but it looked so good on him and his cheeks were tinted a little pink, probably because of the few drinks that he’s had already.  Your eyes meet and he smiles at you. Right as he was about to come next to you, you feel someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, Nadja Chamack. Did you move to paris because your mother is imprisoned for drug trafficking? Was your father denied bail?” The woman rushes to say while shoving a microphone to your face. You stare at her wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, leave now before I call security, you shouldn’t be up here.” You hear Adrien say sternly while putting a hand on your shoulder.

“But was that the reason you came to Paris or was it because of the video that was spread of you-“

“Security!” Adrien shouts and two body guards grab Nadja and her camera man.

You stand there, dumbfounded as the body guards drag them away, the two cussing and struggling to get out of their grasp.

“Mon ange, are you okay?” Adrien asks, cupping your face with his hands, snapping you out of your thoughts.

 You look at him and clear your throat.

 “I’m fine, I need a drink.” You say and remove his hands from your face and start walking away.

He grabs your hand and looks at you, concern filling your eyes.

“No you’re not okay.” He says, kissing your hand and holding it gently. “What did they mean by video?” He asks.

Your body goes into full fight or flight mode.

“God Adrien! It’s nothing.” You snap at him. “just let it go, I don’t want to deal with this right now.” You remove yourself from his grasp and quickly walk away to the open bar.

You didn’t mean to snap at him but that conversation needed to wait until you two got more serious. You weren’t ready for it.

You grab a glass of champagne and down it, your face contorting because of the after taste.

You were about to get another one until you hear a scream.

“We want to know all your secrets! Don’t be bemused, it’s just the news!” A distorted voice says and you drop your glass on the floor when you see a dark purple monstrous figure coming your way.

“Shit.” You cuss and run away from the bar.

Everyone was screaming and trying to rush to the exit but everywhere was closed off with a purple like shield around.

You frantically look around to find a place to hide until you see a familiar blond with cat ears motioning to you.

Chat Noir. Thank god.

You were about to run to him until you started floating in the air, a purple bubble surrounding you.

You screamed and frantically hit it to try to escape but it was no use. 

“I got you now!” You hear the distorted voice say and let out an evil laugh.

You watch your phone float out of your hand and out of the bubble.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.

You were fucked.

The bubble that surrounded you explodes and you fell from it, right into the arms of Chat Noir.

“Hey I got you it’s okay” He says smiling at you and for some reason you were slightly comforted by him.

 Your eyes fill with tears and your throat begins to feel like it’s closing.

“She has my phone.” You croak out and your body starts shaking.

You see Ladybug swinging from the roof, throwing her Yo-Yo to try and grasp the villain but it was too late.

A screen appeared out of thin air and a video started playing -  you were in it, in your classroom in your school in New York. You knew exactly what this video was.

Your jaw clenched when it started playing.

“Awh look she’s crying guys.” You say in a condescending tone in the video. The girl, Sarah, was balling her eyes out in front of you while you smirk and stand in front of her, your arms crossed.

“H-How could you!” She sobs out.

“How could I what? Your boyfriend was the one with his hands all over me, I just gave him what he really wanted.” You say and chuckle.

“That’s not true he would never-“

“Cheat?” You cut her off, lean closer to her and put your hands on the desk in front of her. “hate to break it to you honey but he did.” You tell her and she sobs even harder.

“Maybe this will help you put you back in your place.” You say, grabbing her face, making her look at you. “You’re a nobody, a loser and you had the audacity to talk shit behind my back?”

Her lips quiver in fear and she was visibly shaking in the video.

“You think you could ever stand a chance against me? Think again bitch.” You say and let her face go, turning around and arranging your skirt.

“By the way, he’s a really good kisser. Such a shame.” And with that you walk away from her while people wolf whistle at you and mumble things under their breath.

You were still in Chat’s arms, he was looking at the screen, eyes wide and lips parted. It was like he was frozen. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t move.

Everyone around you was mumbling and whispering things.

“She’s such a bitch.”

“I knew the rumors about her were true! She’s horrible!”

“This wasn’t the video I wanted! Where’s the proof where’s the-“ The villain gets cut off by Ladybug grabbing her microphone with the akuma in it and slamming against her knee. A purple butterfly emerges from it and she grabs it with her yoyo, turning it white.

    “Miraculous ladybug!” She chants and the place starts magically getting back to normal.

Chat clears his throat. “I need to go.” He mumbles and removes his hands from you. You nod and stare down at your shoes.

“Thank you for saving me.” You say, forcing yourself to smile.

He didn’t even look at you, he didn’t even say anything as he left.

Did he think you were horrible too?

Oh my god.

Adrien.

 After the villains were taken away everyone left without even saying goodbye to you.

You sat down on the platform near the DJ stand and hugged your knees closer to your chest.

You hear footsteps walk towards you and you look up. His green eyes meet yours but they instantly avert to the side.

“You know, when we first started dating, everyone was telling me about these stupid rumors about you and I never wanted to hear them because I never believed you could be capable of that.” He says, a frown on his lips.  “I never wanted to be so fucking right in my life but I guess I was wrong.”

You were trying so hard not to cry in front of him. You knew that this would happen when he found out, it was like a gut feeling. Adrien Agreste is a good person. He likes to be surrounded by good people and that video just showed that you might not be the good person he really thought you were. Your heart ached.

“I’ve c-changed Adrien.” You stutter in a small voice, scared that you would break down if you spoke too loudly.

“Have you really?” he questions, looking directly at you. He was disappointed in you. “God, why didn’t you tell me this before!” He rubs his face in frustration. You’ve never seen Adrien so worked up like this.

“Because I knew You’d react like this!” You say, louder this time as you get up. “For fucks sake Adrien! I told you my past wasn’t perfect and I know I was a bitch but I was young and stupid and I know it doesn’t excuse my actions but I’ve grown from my mistakes. I came to Paris with the mindset of becoming better, finding out who I really am and starting fresh!”

You watch him part his lips to say something but You cut him off.

“Look me right in the eye and tell me you’ve never done a mistake in your life, Adrien.”

His lips close and he averts his gaze away from you again.

  “I know I should’ve told you sooner but I was too scared of losing you. Y-you made Paris feel like my home, you’re the reason why I make better choices, you helped me find myself.” Tears start falling down your cheeks and you look down. “And if I haven’t changed then I wouldn’t be looking stupid and crying over you and explaining myself to you because im genuinely terrified at the thought of losing the first person in my life who I’ve genuinely fallen in love with.” You sob out.

There was silence, apart from the sniffles and sobs coming from you.

“What did you say?” Adrien asks you and you hear his footsteps come closer.

“What?” You sniffle, looking up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. Your eyes were puffy and red and so was your nose. You haven’t cried like this in ages.

“The last part.”

“I’ve genuinely fallen in love with you? “ You mumble and widen your eyes. Oh shit, you’ve fucked up again.

“I know it’s sudden and I don’t expect you to return it back and I don’t know why I just said that but-“ He cuts you off with his lips smashing against yours.

It was euphoric. Probably the most genuine kiss you’ve ever felt in your life.

He breaks away, your foreheads touching and both of you breathless.

His pretty pink lips curl into a small smile and his face cups yours, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I love you too.” He whispers and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just didn’t want to be wrong about you but I believe that you’ve changed, I know you’re heart is pure.”

And that’s when you realized that yes, your heart was pure again. Clean from all the sins you’ve did in the past. You didn’t know if it was his green eyes, soft skin, perfect lips or maybe the way he looked at you that has cleansed you but maybe it took pure love to find a pure heart.

#adrien agreste #mirculous ladybug #adrien x reader #adrien agreste x reader #mlb #chat noir #cat noir #chat noir x reader

[binunus]

afk | yoon sanha (m)

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a/n y..oon...sanha...really do be acting up...also idk why but whenever I think of husband!sanha I can’t seem to write anything which is why I’ve been staring at this request literally for the longest time, but when I think of like just bf!sanha I get so many ideas...is it me? am I just weird?? maybe it’s bc I’m literally not in a headspace to think about marriage or commitment sksksk but uh yeah thank you for coming to my ted talk

{request: anther sanha husband smut please? 🥺 the one u wrote was so good ‘m not a creative person so the plot coulld be as you wish 😼}

→ pairing: idol bf!sanha x f!reader

→ genre: fluff, smut

→ tw: unprotected sex (conceal before you feel loves), reader riding sanha as he’s playing his game oops...and 00 line is on the other end hehe, dirty talk?? well...sanha tried okay, multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, embarrassment

→ word count: 4k _____________________________________________

*afk → away from keyboard* for all my non-gamers :) I’m not a gamer, I just live with them...

Your POV

You were ecstatic, a little jump in your step as you neared your boyfriend’s dorm. You haven’t seen him in almost a month due to his busy schedule and comeback preparations. You were excited for him and his group, one of the perks of dating an idol member was knowing the secrets and spoilers of his plans long before they were revealed to the public. But with those perks also came the disadvantages of not being able to see your boyfriend as much as you’d like to, or even be open with your relationship in general. 

Anyway, you were excited to see him. The text messages, phone calls, and FaceTimes could only satisfy you for so long, seeing Sanha in person was a completely different story. The last time you saw him was before he dyed his hair from black to the sleek dark red that it was now. 

As soon as you received the text from your boyfriend asking if you were free to come over, you literally dropped everything that you were doing and got dressed to leave your apartment. You arrived at his dorm within thirty minutes, not wasting any precious time that you could be spending with him.

You were warmly greeted by their eldest, Myungjun’s excited tone alerting the others about your appearance. “y/n! We haven’t seen you in so long!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around him in a hug, giggling as he lifted your body and shook you around, “I know, oppa! It’s so good to see you! You look so good! I’m excited for your album to come out.”

“Oh you cutie, stop it.” He beamed, patting your head as he set you down. “Sanha’s playing games in his room right now. If you get bored of him, just come find me and I’ll entertain you.”

“Will do oppa,” You chuckled as you bounced in the direction of Sanha’s bedroom. Your heart rapidly beating in your chest as you opened the door, revealing your 6′1 sweet boyfriend who was sitting intently on his gaming chair. You felt the oxygen knocked away from your lungs as he turned his maroon head of hair to face you. You almost had to do a double take from actually seeing his new hair color in person. Sure he’s sent you a bunch of pictures as soon as he dyed it and you’ve seen it through video calls, but wow...was this good looking man really your boyfriend?

He held his hand out to you, smiling as you approached him. He moved the mic away from his mouth before kissing the back of your hand, “Hey baby, I’m just playing a match real quick and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You nodded excitedly and leaned in to press a kiss on the cheek which wasn’t being covered by his headset. Sanha squeezed your hand affectionately before you hopped on his bed, pulling out your phone to pass the time while you waited for him to finish his match. Every now and then, you would look over to observe him and his game. You noticed that even his gaming setup has changed in the past month you haven’t seen each other, he was finally using the light-up keyboard you gifted him for your one year anniversary.

You could vaguely hear his friends through the headset, chuckling at his conversations with the esteemed ‘00 line. You found yourself grinning as Sanha furiously clicked away at the keyboard, even though your boyfriend is a famous idol, at the end of the day he was still just a regular young adult at heart who loved playing games.

You understood that this was probably one of his only ways of de-stressing as of recent, so you were pretty lenient about his gaming habits...

Until one match turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you’ve been waiting on his bed -- affection-starved -- for almost two hours. 

Your lips pursed in annoyance, huffing as you locked your phone and tossed it aside somewhere on his bed, standing to get some water. Sanha turned his head at your movement, his mouth opening a bit in shock as he watched you leave his room. At that moment, he knew your patience was running thin.

You saw Jinwoo and Bin in the kitchen, the two smiling as you joined them. You found yourself pouting as you waddled into Jinwoo’s arms which opened in a welcoming hug. With dating Sanha, you also had the opportunity of getting to know his group, gaining five older brothers who treated you like one of their own. You got babied by the five of them a lot since you were dating their baby.

You let out a sigh as you retrieved a glass of water, resting your head on Jinwoo’s shoulder as you took small sips. You’ve received more affection from the rest of Astro than you have from your own boyfriend during this whole visit so far. Bin cooed as he pinched your cheek, “Why do you look so upset?”

You rolled your eyes as you took another sip, “Sanha’s been playing his game for the past 2 hours, I don’t even know why he asked me to come over if he wasn’t at least going to talk to me.”

Jinwoo gave you a sympathetic smile, patting your head as he nodded, “You know how he is y/n. When he doesn’t have a schedule or practice, he’s practically glued to his computer chair.”

You groaned and finished the rest of your water, placing the glass in the sink before you rested your hands on your hips, “If he doesn’t stop playing after this match, I’m literally leaving.”

The two elder boys laughed, respectively patting your shoulder and rubbing your back. Bin chuckled, “You do what you have to do. You know, scold him for us too. His eyes are gonna go bad from looking at that monitor too much.”

You nodded, asking them to wish you luck as you went back into Sanha’s room. When you opened the door, you noticed his chair turned around so that his back was to the desk, the monitor on the loading screen, and Sanha on his phone. He looked up with that big puppy expression on his face when he knew he’s did something wrong. He quickly placed his phone on the desk, pulling you in towards him as soon as you were in arm’s reach. He gently squeezed your hands as you stood in between his legs, resting your weight on one foot. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, “And what are you sorry for?”

“For ignoring you and just playing my game...” Sanha said quietly hugging your waist. He nuzzled his face against your stomach as your hands went up to play with his hair, all annoyance fizzling away in an instant. Damn, he was too cute for you to stay mad at him. You sighed and kissed the crown of his head, “Sanha, we haven’t seen in each other in so long because of your comeback. If you want to invite me over, I sort of hope that we’re spending time together and I’m not just watching you play...is your game really that much more interesting than me?”

He shook his head against your body, his voice muffled as he immediately said no. The tiniest of smiles crept its way onto your face, endeared at how cute your boyfriend was.

And then you heard his best friend through the headset, ruining the soft mood in an instant. “Sanha load up, c’mon where are you?”

You let out a sigh, God dammit Bomin.

Sanha lifted his head to meet your eyes, he sensed your frustration again immediately. You pursed your lips, reading the conflict swimming through his pupils. You knew that he wanted to keep playing, but he didn’t wanna make you mad. And in Sanha’s perspective, he did honestly plan to spend time with you when he invited you over, but then Daehwi asked him to play a round and when he gets immersed in his game, he needs to play until he’s literally sick of it for the day. “Baby..?”

You averted your gaze for a moment in thought, an idea popping into your head. Humming, your fingers twirled a strand of his hair, “You can keep playing, baby.”

Sanha blinked at you in surprise, his eyes widening, “Really? You won’t get mad if--”

“But! I’m sitting on your lap. I haven’t gotten any cuddles from you in at least three weeks and I’m not going back to your bed without you.”

He nodded eagerly, satisfied with the win-win situation. Sanha grinned patting his lap as he spread his legs to give you room. You chuckled, maneuvering your body through the space of his chair as you got seated atop his thighs, both of you face to face. By habit, Sanha’s hands rested at your waist, smiling as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. You felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach at the action, responding instantly. Your lips formed a little pout when he pulled away, your boyfriend smiling cheekily as he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said before resting your head on his shoulder, leaning your body weight on his chest as a means to get as close to him as you possibly could. Sanha rubbed the skin of your waist affectionately before reaching for the headset and unmuting himself, “Bomin, I’m here.”

“Hey! What took you so long?”

“Chill, y/n’s here.” He said, glancing at you with a smile, “She can hear you by the way.”

“Yeah so watch your mouth, Bomin.” You said jokingly, turning your head briefly to speak into the microphone. Sanha grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Bomin laughed through the headset. You heard Bomin -- along with Sanha’s other friends -- greet you, chuckling as your head returned to its spot on Sanha’s shoulder. 

You let your boyfriend play one match peacefully, still enjoying finally being in his embrace. You closed your eyes, taking in the comforting scent of Sanha’s detergent and let yourself relax for a short while. When he got killed during the first match, his arms immediately wrapped around your waist, squeezing your body tightly as he kissed your temple. You hummed, listening as he watched and conversed with the others who were still alive.

It was then that you noticed the slight new definition of his muscles, the gears in your brain turning as you thought about how to proceed with your plan. Although you were literally on top of him right now, the majority of Sanha’s attention span was focused on his monitor, so you knew he couldn’t sense the growing arousal in your mind. 

Early into his second match, you subtly shifted your ass around on his lap, making it seem like you were trying to readjust into a more comfortable position. At the same time, you moved your head to his other shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you did so. Your boyfriend smiled at you, still oblivious to what you were trying to do. 

And then your hands gently started rubbing at his sides, the touch featherlike as you began to press kisses in the crook of his neck. You felt Sanha tense in the slightest as he quickly pressed the mute button on his mic, “Baby...what are you doing?”

“Hm?” You asked not even bothering to lift your head, “I’m kissing you, can I not?”

The male closed his eyes as he let out a muffled groan, his body reacting immediately to your ministrations, “y/n, are you trying to make me moan into the mic while I’m playing with the guys?”

You chuckled dryly as you started to start to suck on his skin, not hard enough to leave a mark because you knew his stylists would literally kill you if you did, but enough for him to get affected. And he did. 

Sanha let out a breathy moan, subconsciously tilting his head so that you had more access.

“You ignored me for two hours baby. Since you wanna keep playing your game while I’m here, you’re gonna have to do so while I’m making you feel good. Now unmute and keep doing your thing.”

He bit his lip, narrowing his eyes at you as you moved your ass directly over his crotch, which was quickly getting hard. He was about to say something, but was cut off by Daehwi asking him where he was, Sanha cursing internally as he pressed unmute and responded. You smirked against his skin, still trailing kisses along his neck and intending to move up his jawline -- which had definitely gotten sharper since the last time you saw him.

Sanha tried his best, you could see how hard he was fighting against your temptations. Admittedly, you were a bit impressed with how well he was masking what was going on to his friends. 

But you were a brat and you wanted to see your boyfriend’s self-restraint crumble. He managed to get through one match, trying to compromise with you once the display showed the loading screen, “Fuck, baby, I’m done. I can’t play anymore.”

You smiled at him as you got off his lap, going over to lock his door. Sanha sighed in relief, getting ready to tell his friends that he was logging off for the night, until you held your finger up at him, confusion on his features. Casually, you pulled down your pants and underwear, placing them to the side as you leaned down for a kiss. Your hands reached for the waistband of his sweats, Sanha lifting up his hips to help you pull the fabric down his legs.

“You’re gonna play one more game, baby.” You whispered against his mouth, the boy sighing in frustration as you climbed back onto his lap. His cock was already hard from all your grinding, he could not believe you were teasing him like this right now. 

You were soaked, you knew that Sanha would slide right in without any resistance. You let out a sharp inhale as you lined yourself up with his cock, burying your face in his shoulder as you sat down in one go. The two of you let out a synchronized groan at the feeling, it had been too long since you last had sex. “Shit, y/n, you’re so fucking tight--I-fuck can’t we just take this to my bed?”

“No,” You said, voice shaky as you tried to calm yourself down from the initial intrusion. “This is payback for making me wait so long.”

Sanha’s hands gripped the meat of your ass, squeezing as he thrusted into you just once, “God, you do realize we’re both gonna suffer if you make me play another round.”

“You’re going to suffer more than I am,” You said devilishly as you unmuted his mic, “Sorry boys, Sanha went to the bathroom but he’s back now.”

He shot you glare, reluctantly removing his hands from your ass as he wore his headset again, “Guys, I think this is gonna be my last game, I’m getting pretty tired.”

“You know, I can’t believe y/n really just let you play with us this whole time. That’s love right there.”

“You’re a real one, y/n!”

“Sanha doesn’t deserve you, y/n!”

You laughed into the mic, sweetly responding to Sanha’s friends as you clenched your walls around his cock, watching with a lustful glint in your eyes at the contortion of pleasure on his face, his teeth harshly dug into his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.

“C’mon, start game.” Sanha said shortly, the grip on his mouse tightening as you clenched again. You stayed still for the first couple of minutes, letting Sanha adjust and play his game so that his friends wouldn’t be able to tell that something explicit was happening on his side of the screen. 

Of course all Sanha could think about right now was the way your walls just sucked him in so nicely, wanting nothing more than to pin you to his bed and fuck into you with no restraints. But he knew that you wouldn’t let him do that until he finished his match, so he tried to focus on completing this game as fast as he could. 

He felt himself freezing as you started to kiss his neck again, mentally telling himself to stay calm and not make a noise. As soon as his guard was down, you lifted your hips so that only the head of his cock was in your cunt before slamming your ass down on his lap, a loud slap sounding from the contact of your skins. Sanha lurched forward, a strangled moan fighting in his throat as you tightly clenched your walls, squeezing his cock. 

“Woah-are you okay, Sanha? What happened?”

“Y-yeah, I hit my knee against the d-desk,” He stuttered a lie, one of his hands gripping your waist as you started to slowly fuck yourself on him. It was getting harder for you to conceal your moans, burying your face in his shoulder as you tried to chase your high, this position allowing Sanha to hit so deep in your cunt.

His eyes flickered back and forth between the screen and you riding his cock, his legs subconsciously spreading as far as the chair allowed him. Sanha knew it was over for him when you lifted yourself off his chest, your eyes blown wide with lust as one of your hands fisted the bottom of his shirt, the other sneaking down to where the two of you were connected, making contact with your clit. You threw your head back at the added sensation, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you clenched your walls again.

“Sanha, where are you? Why are you standing still--”

“Fuck--AFK guys, AFK!” Sanha said hurriedly, throwing his headset off as he muted his mic. He pulled you in for a searing kiss, moving his lips fiercely against yours as you grabbed at his shoulders. “You’re fucking evil.”

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to me,” You panted against his mouth, sluggishly getting off his lap. Sanha practically kicked his gaming chair back as he towered over you, removing both of your shirts before he pushed you down on his bed. He pulled your thighs open, positioning his cock at your entrance. “Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not fuck you while I was playing?”

You whined as he moved his tip up and down your slit, tapping the head at your sensitive bud. “Now you have all my attention, baby.”

The two of you moaned loudly as he sheathed himself in your cunt, momentarily forgetting that there were five other inhabitants of his dorm. Sanha started a brutal pace from the beginning, thrusting into you with no restraints. Your hands tangled themselves in his hair as you pulled him down for a kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

“Mmmf, Sanha--”

He groaned, biting your bottom lip before lifting your thighs so that your legs hung from his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper in your cunt, “Shit, I missed your pussy baby. You’re fucking dripping on my sheets, God.”

His hands flew to your chest, roughly groping your breasts as he used it for leverage to fuck into you at a faster pace. The sounds in his room were obscene, the squelch of your arousal and the smack of his balls hitting your ass drowning out anything else. 

Sanha felt like he was drunk on your cunt, breathing heavily as he tried to get more sounds out of you, your moans music to his ears. He hissed as your nails clawed at his arms, a telltale sign that you were nearing your end. “S-Sanha, I-fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” He asked authoritatively, his heart swelling as you nodded with a whine, your hands scrambling to feel every inch of his skin. You keened as he called your name, commanding you to look at him as you reached your orgasm. 

The tension in your stomach snapped when he snuck a hand down to play at your clit, rubbing it between two of his fingers as he tweaked your nipple, fucking you through your high. Your toes curled in pleasure, legs convulsing as you let out a high-pitched moan. You tried your best to maintain eye contact, but the dizzying euphoria made your lids flutter close, Sanha harshly sucking hickeys in your neck as he too, chased, his high. 

He cursed, still drawing circles on your clit as he rutted his hips into yours. You screamed as you were forced into another orgasm, your tight pulsating walls around his cock enough to push him to the edge. Sanha groaned gravelly, his nails digging into your waist as he released his load in your cunt. 

Sanha pulled out when he felt his cock fully flaccid, sitting back against his palms as he watched both of your cum leak out your entrance. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to regain your breath, meeting his eyes from where you laid. Sanha chuckled, kissing your knee before standing to get some tissues, coming back to carefully wipe your cunt clean. 

You reached your arms out for him to lay down next to you as soon as he threw the soiled tissue away. He smiled lovingly, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you in a hug. 

“Are you upset with me?” He asked cutely, pecking your nose. You grinned and buried your face in his chest, kissing the space between his collarbones. “No, you’re here with me now.”

Sanha giggled, stroking your hair as he tapped his fingers at the small of your back, “’M sorry for ignoring you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” You said, humming as you closed your eyes, sleep slowly overtaking you. He tutted, removing his arms from your body as he sat up, “No! y/n, you have to pee first before you sleep.”

“But I’m tired,” You whined, reaching for him again. Sanha shook his head, gently pulling you up, “Baby, if you get a UTI, you’re gonna hate yourself. Now c’mon, peeing only takes a couple seconds.” 

You grumbled as he found one of his oversized t-shirts, dressing you before finding a pair of shorts for himself. You let out a woah as you stood, holding onto Sanha for support as your legs started to wobble. Your boyfriend chuckled smugly, squeezing your waist as you regained your balance, “You good, baby?”

“Shut up.”

The two of you glanced at his computer, which was now at the main screen of the game. “Do you think they heard, baby?”

“No way,” Sanha said, though he couldn’t deny the slight fear in the pit of his stomach if his friends really did hear you and him having sex. “I muted myself...right?”

You shrugged, not really minding before going to open the door, leading the two of you out of his room. Your face flushed, your feet stopping dead in their tracks as you came face to face with the rest of Astro, all five of them giving you and your boyfriend knowing looks as they sat dispersed around the living room.

“Ah hyungs!”

“I really hope you two used protection,” Eunwoo lectured, though you saw the smirk on his face. 

“I’m--bathroom--peeing...yeah.” You said embarrassed, scurrying off to the direction of their bathroom, yelping as your legs almost gave in.

“Woah, careful y/n,” Rocky snickered sending a wink in Sanha’s direction. The boys began teasing their youngest as soon as you closed the door to the bathroom, Sanha hiding his face in his hands, “Are you really going to do this every time y/n comes over?? It’s been more than a year!”

“No, we only do it when you two kids are loud as hell.” Bin said bluntly, slapping Myungjun’s arm in amusement. Jinwoo chuckled, lightly pointing a finger at your boyfriend, “You better have this much energy during promotions, Sanha--”

“Hyung!” ______________________________

4-6-21

#woah where did this come from? #im also just obsessed with sanha's part in one and that mayhaps was the inspiration #and also gamer tingz #sanha #yoon sanha #astro #astro smut #astro fluff #astro au #astro scenarios #sanha smut #sanha fluff #sanha au #sanha scenarios #request

[parkers-gal]

can u do one where tom talk about ag!reader in a interview?

hope u like it! <3

｡☆✼★━━ requests are closed ━━★✼☆｡

“So, Tom,” the interviewer, Arin, begins. It’s a simple interview with Tom in one chair and the interviewer across from him with flashcards. “A lot of fans noticed some details in your recent Instagram upload.”

Tom nods with a smile, anticipating where this might be going.

“You posted a screenshot of your Spotify music, and a lot of fans noticed this playlist titled ‘baby,’ and the cover is pop-artists Y/N L/N.”

Tom tries to fight off the blush growing from his neck and up to his cheeks. He can feel himself heating up, but he attempts to keep a cool even with his heartbeat in his ears.

“Is she your baby? Do you listen to her music a lot? What’s the deal here?”

She’s laughing gently as Tom scrunches his face up bashfully. “Uhm, yeah she’s my baby, I’d say. Uhm…” He laughs, biting his bottom lip and running a hand through his hair. He readjusts his position on the chair before continuing. “I’m so proud of her, I love her music so much so of course, I listen to her.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Uhm… almost eighteen months.”

“And what would you say is your favorite album?”

“Oh geez…” he seethes through his teeth. “That’s a tricky question because if I answer honestly her fans might start another war.”

“A war.”

“Yeah,” he laughs genuinely, hand scratching the back of his neck. “The fans fight about sweetener and Dangerous Woman. They’re quite… controversial about which one’s better.”

“Which is your favorite, though?”

“I mean… sweetener has a special place in my heart.” He can feel his cheeks heating up again. “We were best friends when she was making that album, so it was like this period of happy-joyful spirits and pining and mutual unspoken love, y’know? And then we… got together, obviously, and it was like the entire sweetener era just… just like came at me when we finally made things exclusive.”

“That’s sweet,” Arin smiles. “I can see you love each other quite a lot.”

“Yeah,” Tom breathes out with another scrunched up expression.

“What’s your favorite song from the sweetener album?”

“Y’know, I love them all, but goodnight ‘n’ go is really up top.”

“Has she ever taken you on tour?”

“Sorry guys,” Tom says into the camera. “If you came here for Spider-man content you’re getting nothing but some bashful fanboying.” Him and Arin share a laugh for a few beats. “No, uhm… yeah, I’ve come with her quite a few times around the world. There was this one time, in London-” he breaks off to laugh, wiping his face. “My brothers and my family were gonna watch her show for the first time and we thought it’d be funny if I was on stage so-” Laughs again, gesturing with his hands. “The god is a woman choreography is set up so there’s one god in the center of the tables and the dancers kinda just bow down to her and dance around her. Except this time, I was in the center and Y/N/N just couldn’t sing without laughing. We were so lucky she got through the song and did the high note.”

“Have you ever attempted the high note?”

“Once, and I couldn’t speak for the rest of the day,” he laughs. “Yeah, she’s a lot better than me.” He exhales, “Ahh,” Tom nibbles on his lip. “This is gonna be all over the press tomorrow. She’s gonna freak out when I get home.”

“A good freak out or a bad one?”

Tom pretends to think before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “No, she’ll just get all shy on me. It’ll be good. She’s adorable. I love her a lot.”

“Well, you heard it here, folks,” Arin smiles to the camera. “I’m SugarPop, here with Tom Holland, and thanks for watching!”

Tom waves off before the camera stops filming and he’s directed to take off the microphone attached to his shirt. Yeah, he smiles to himself, you’re gonna flip.

—

get it? flip it flip it flip it yuh (sweetener bye)

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x ag!reader #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x dancer!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x celebrity!reader #ag!reader #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fic rec

[cxsmicmyeon]

LET IT OUT BABY , KJM [M]

kim junmyeon x fem! reader

IN WHICH you need that perfect moan for your newest song… and you know exactly who to get it from.

genre: non-famous au! (u make music n he has a regular job lol) smut word count: 1.1k warnings: explicit sexual content, sex in a public place, swearing, oral (m. receiving), fluffy ending bc i’m soft for my myeonnie🥺 also jun being a tease bc of course he is🙃 taglist: @yeol-jae​ , @royal-aeris​ , @kimchari​

author’s note: waddup thots welcome to the third installment of my studio sex with exo series!! oh boy this actually killed me i’m a ghost writing this😩✌🏻i do hope you enjoy ((;

You pressed the spacebar of your keyboard and turned to face your boyfriend. He slid the bulky headphones off his ears, cheeks tinted pink.

“So, what did you think?” you stifled a giggle at Junmyeon scratching the back of his neck, bashful as a little boy with his first crush.

“Uh, it was really good. You sound so sexy, my goddess.” Junmyeon answered, his former shy self turning to the tease he normally was.

“Yeah, that’s what I was going for, but there’s something missing. Luckily, that’s where you come in.” You pecked him on the lips quickly before pushing him inside of the recording booth. You pressed the Record button on your computer before following him suit, shutting and locking the door.

“Care to explain?” Junmyeon questioned as you plopped headphones over his ears and dragged him over to the microphone.

“Junnie, I need you to do something for me,” you purred, reaching your fingers into Junmyeon’s button-down and releasing two of the buttons. His breath hitched in his throat at the sudden contact. 

“Y-Yes?” He let out a soft gasp as you continued to unbutton his shirt, running your fingers down his bare chest. He was normally very authoritative and strict with you in the bedroom, but seeing him become putty in your hands over the simplest of touches was a whole new feeling of bliss. The roles have been reversed, and you could not wait to continue with your new power over him.

“You know how in the third verse there’s something... missing?” He nods as you lick a stripe up his neck, unbuttoning the final button and allowing his shirt to pool at his feet. “I need a certain... sound to help bridge the gap. And you, my dear, are the perfect man for the job.”

He cocked a brow in confusion before whimpering into the microphone at your fingers tracing the outline of his taut abdomen.

“Just like that, but maybe a little... louder?” you mused, biting down on his bare shoulder-blade as your hands made their way to the hem of his jeans. He swallowed heavily, Adam’s Apple protruding from his neck. Peppering butterfly kisses down his back, you released the button from its denim confines and unzipped his pants. You could already feel his erection grow from all of your touches. He let out small gasps as you pulled his jeans down his legs, sliding your fingertips down his thighs and shins. 

Spreading Junmyeon’s thighs apart slightly, you made eye contact with the tent in his boxers, seeing the tip of his cock poke out of the fly. Spreading the hole open with your index fingers, you wrapped your lips around his tip, giving him kitten licks. His gasps turned to whimpers as you started to suck slowly, digging your lacquered nails into his thighs. His sounds were still not the volume you wanted, however. You released the tip from your mouth with a soft pop, eliciting a groan from him.

“Let it out, baby. I know you want to. All of this is for my ears only.” you purred, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and sliding them down his legs. In an instant your mouth engulfed his shaft, swirling your tongue around the head.

Only then were you going to get the reaction you craved so badly. As soon as you took more of him in and started sucking like your life depended on it, he suddenly got loud. Louder than you ever heard him, ever.

It started off as a low, throaty groan, causing you to moan against his cock. You took the rest of him in, feeling the tip hit the back of your throat as your hands moved to cup his asscheeks. The vibration of you against his throbbing cock caused him to let out an even louder, more high-pitched moan. Every single one of his noises were like music to your ears. You dug your nails into his ass as you felt his cock twitch inside of your mouth. 

He began breathing heavily into the mic, gripping the bar with one hand while his other made its way into your hair. You bobbed your head as you continued to suck him off. The closer he got to his release, the louder he became. The grip he had on your hair tightened as you sucked and sucked, his moans becoming more erratic as your motions pushed him against the edge.

He let out a final, thunderous grunt as he came in your mouth. You sucked him off as he rode his orgasm, swallowing his hot cum and releasing him from your mouth as his cock softened. You rose from your spot, lips meeting with his as you slid the headphones off his ears, allowing them to rest around his neck. Sweat glistened from his forehead underneath the light, soft tufts of his brunette locks sticking to his skin. 

“Stay where you are, I need a picture of this,” You reached inside of your pocket and took out your phone, snapping a picture of your boyfriend wearing nothing but a pair of your headphones around his neck, mouth agape and breathing heavily. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Junmyeon flashed a teasing smirk at the camera as you took another picture. “Thanks babe. Damn, you’re lookin’ sexy as you always do.”

“Oh, do I?” Junmyeon smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You giggled, unlocking your phone and showing him both of the pictures you took. 

“See? How could anyone look at this and think you’re not the hottest man on the planet?” He grinned, placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“You had to include all of me?” he teased, covering the bottom half of your screen with his thumb. You reached your hand down and pinched his ass, eliciting a yelp from him.

“Yes, all of you is sexy, shut up. This is for my eyes only.”

“You’re god damn right it is, baby. Just how this is for my eyes only.” Junmyeon pulled up his underwear and jeans, buttoning and zipping them as he took his phone out of his back pocket. After a few swipes and taps on the screen, he turned the phone around, showing you a picture of yourself. Wrists bound to the bed by his silk neckties nude as the day you were born.

“Hey!” you blushed profusely, smacking his phone away from you. He chuckled as he picked up his shirt from the floor, slipping it on.

“C’mon, let’s go home. And maybe... I can take care of you.” Junmyeon whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he tucked a loose hair behind your ear. Perking up, you dragged him out of the recording room, stopped your recording before locking up the studio and dragging him to your car.

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[yunhoiseyecandy]

✕ 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞; 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬

✕ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

✕ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 ◆ 𝐟.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✕ 𝐰/𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟗𝐤

✕ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

[𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭] @little-precious-baby , @multidreams-and-desires , @hanatiny , @latte-fairytaekwoon , @cloudyyeonnie

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no matter how many times he’s been on stage, adrenaline rushing through his veins, the high of it all never gets old.

and he can’t bear thinking of the day it all ends.

he remembers the first time he ever picked up a guitar, the way the tips of his fingers brushed against the rough cords as he strummed to the beat. it was something that came so natural to him, and he knew at that moment, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he hummed, this was meant to be.

it’s been almost seven years since that day, and his heart still swells whenever he thinks about how he felt. it was amazing, but it’d been hard to try and convince his parents to allow him to play, let alone buy him his own instrument.

hongjoong chuckles at the old memories, and he finds it hard to believe that he was once a fifteen-year-old boy who begged his parents to let him do what he loved, hot, wet tears running down his cheeks as he pleaded on his knees.

he loved his parents, and to see them disagree with something that meant so much to him crushed him. they used to push for him to study harder in school, beg his teachers for extra credit so he could have even a slim chance at passing the class, but that simply wasn’t who he was meant to be.

he used to be a more than acceptable student, but since he started playing in a small band that had been formed by a few friends of him, he couldn’t focus on anything but the music he adored.

music was his drug, and it would be difficult to put him in rehab. eventually, though, his parents had chosen their son over school work and caved in. that christmas they had gotten him his favorite guitar, and he can still feel the smoothness of the mahogany as he ran his fingers over it.

he’d grown greatly since then, but the rush he still gets is the only thing that hasn’t changed since.

this was who he was meant to be, and he knew that nothing else could compare. he was more than proud of himself for choosing this career path, and he knew it’s the only thing he could do best.

that’s why he always put his all into every performance, head moving to the beat while he sang his heart out till it was hard to breath. and tonight was no different, especially since he had one of the biggest record labels in his country out in the crowd, scouting for the next best performer

—

“we’re up in five, man.” san said loud enough so the rest of the group could hear. hongjoong blocked out everyone, his fingers brushing over the strings as he sang the lyrics to their song under his breath over and over again.

they couldn’t afford to screw up this gig, and it was already going to be a challenge since they had one of their group members, seonghwa, out with a cold. he was the main drummer, so they had to call for backup if they wanted any chance of success tonight.

hongjoong twisted the cap off his water bottle and took a sip before groaning, “fuck. if I keep messing up this note we’re gonna be screwed.” he’d always had trouble with that certain line, but it always got to him right before they were up.

san laughed, “yeah, well whose fault is that for not coming to practice on time?” mingi looked over to him before bursting out laughing, but it soon faded when he saw the look on hongjoong’s face. “sorry, but it’s true!”

sure, they’d all been friends for years now, but that didn’t change how annoying san and mingi could be sometimes. seonghwa really needed to get better, or hongjoong would end up losing his mind.

“doesn’t matter,” he tossed his bottle into the recycling bin, “it’s not like I’m just sitting around when I don’t show up.”

“dude, we’re just messing with you. we all know you’re the try hard amongst us three.” this time it was san who lost it at mingi’s words, both the boys heads thrown back onto the couch as they held their stomachs.

“fuck you.” was all hongjoong could say, knowing damn well they would just look at him and continue to giggle like children if he tries to defend himself. he sighed, looking to his wrist watch and then standing up to collect his belongings.

it was now time to perform, and he was more then excited as he walked out onto the stage, his bandmates following right behind him. hongjoong never really knew why he got stage fright, especially considering how many gigs they’ve had in the past.

he’s done this before, but something told him tonight was going to be different. and that eerie feeling didn’t pass on, not even when he went on stage and played like it was his last. his heart felt like it would burst through his chest at any moment, and he loved the way it made him feel.

he could taste the sweat that ran down his face and over his lips as his tongue ran over them, but he had to ignore the saltiness of it and focus on what lyric came next. 

“you say you don’t want me but you always come crawling back,”

“I’m like your drug call me your dealer I’ll give you that,”

“I’m not your baby, don’t make it seem like we’re reserved,”

“you broke my heart and I learned my worth fuckin’ try hard.”

he looked over to mingi after he sang the last word, his hands gripping the white microphone as he smirked. mingi’s hair was damp, and hongjoong assumed he’d taken a water bottle and poured it over his head after his drums solo was over.

it was a signature move that made the crowd go wild, and the red head did it at almost all of their performances. they’d done it since the beginning, as all of their fans seemed to love it.

they watched as the people in front of them threw their hands up in they air as their bodies jumped up and down, and hongjoong smiled fondly as he watched the lightsticks they had around their necks glow. 

this environment, the setting, it made him fill with joy. and maybe it was the red t-shirt you had on that was different from the rest of the crowd that made his eyes meet yours, or it just might’ve been fate, but he couldn’t seem to pull his focus away from you no matter how hard he tried.

that is, until san wrapped his arm around him and bowed towards the hundreds of people they gave their thanks to. “c’mon, it’s time to go now man.”

—

“okay let me get this straight,” your friend mia started, taking a fast swig of her martini. “hongjoong, kim fucking hongjoong, locked eyes with you?” 

you knew you must’ve sounded crazy when you told her, but you saw what you saw. “yeah, I know. sounds stupid, right?” you ran a hand through your hair as you sighed, and you couldn’t believe your own words. 

you’d been waiting months to go to one of their concerts, let alone be close enough to the stage to be able to breath the same air as them. and to have one of the members actually acknowledge you existed had over the moon. 

you can still feel the way heat crept onto your cheeks when he bit his lip, your eyes wide when he winked your way. it felt like the whole world stopped for a moment, surreal, almost. you hated how easily he got to you, too, like he knew just a smirk or a smile would make you a mess.

and it was right. because as soon as you left the venue, your legs feeling like jello as you ran to the restroom, your lace underwear was a mess that only proved how sensitive you could be.

and that only made you wonder if the small exchange you two shared made hongjoong feel the same way. 

but all your thoughts and curiosities stopped when you the hotel door slid open and revealed the man you were just thinking about, his two friends and many people with cameras trailing behind him.

“is it true you have a new solo song coming up in the next week?!” one reporter shouted towards mingi. “are you three planning to split up soon like the rumors have stated?!” san huffed as he pulled his hoodie over his face, pushing hongjoong and the taller boy forward and near some stools at the bar.

they were all relieved when security came out of the elevator and blocked the rest of the paparazzi outside the building, preventing any more unwanted people from coming in.

“I love performing, but trying to go home and sleep can be so fucking tiring.” hongjoong said, running his hand through his messy dark blue hair. san and mingi nodded, and they waved over a bar tender to order a round of beers.

“tell me about it, they just always act like they’re about to attack us or some shit,” mingi huffed, “I’m so exhausted.” it was normal for mingi to get tired and anxious after a long day, but san and hongjoong knew it would be best if he went up and slept as soon as he could.

it had been hard for the younger one ever since he’d needed a break due to anxiety, so they were careful nowadays not to push him to his limit. they cared for each other, and seeing one of their own feeling down was never a good sight. “you should go up to your room, mingi.”

san hummed, agreeing with hongjoong as he took a sip of his beer. “yeah, we’ll check up on you later.”

mingi new better than to argue with them, so he stood up and fixed his leather jacket, telling him he’d order room service and then go to sleep. “see you guys later then.”

your eyes fixed themselves on mingi as he took the elevator up, hands shaky and clammy as you realized who the two guys in front of you were. “mia, you s-see them too, right?”

her mouth was open wide when you looked over to her, and you could tell she was speechless. you tried to regain your compose and took a sip of your drink, trying everything to try and get your senses back.

she saw what you were doing and played along, realizing you wanted nothing more than to crawl up in a ball and scream into a pillow. “so.. how’s school?”

you two bursted out laughing at her words, but your knee hit the counter and both san and hongjoong looked up at you. san looked away when he saw you were okay, but hongjoong’s gaze didn’t leave yours after he recognized you as the girl from the concert. 

“shit, he’s looking at you, y/n.” you focused your eyes on the glass in front of you, toying with the hem of your shirt as you let out a shaky breath. “shut up or they’ll hear us-”

“oh, you’re the girl from the concert, right?”

—

you didn’t even know how you were in this position, his lips smashed against yours in a hot and steamy kiss as you ground your bodies into each other. but you were. 

so for now, the only thing on your mind was how his hand felt between your thighs, thumb brushing over your clit and making your legs want to give out soon.

your back arched against the door when you felt his lips ghost over your collarbone, and you could feel his lip piercing against your skin as it burned. “ngh, hongjoong,”

your clothes had been discarded long ago, only your white lace that was now soaked through on, and hongjoong still had his black ripped jeans on along with his white t-shirt. he moved you to sit on his bed, “lay back for me princess, I wanna make you feel good.”

you did as he told, sitting up on your elbows so you could watch him. his tongue swept up and down your left thigh as his fingers toyed with you over your panties., “please, just do something already..”

he smirked and gave a sharp squeeze to your other thigh, “patience, baby.” you felt him drag his lips up your body, taking his time to place wet kisses across your stomach and over your hip bones. “I bet you taste amazing.”

you groaned at his words, pulling him up to you by the nape of his neck and you crashed your lips together. he swiped his tongue over yours, groaning into your mouth as he did so. “then taste me.”

you didn’t have to say it again, and he trailed his way down your body while his fingers pulled your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. you watched as he spread your legs wide for him, and you could’ve come right them and there just from the sight of his head in between your thighs.

“so pretty,” his arms wrapped around you, nails digging into the skin of your waist. his eyes didn’t leave yours when he licked a long stripe up your pussy, taking his time to swirl his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

you couldn’t help it as you reached down to grip his hair, and he moaned into you when he felt his scalp burn as you tugged. “fuck, you feel so good joongie.”

all his fans called him by that nickname, so he’s not exactly sure why it felt different when you said it. it came out like a whine, and he felt his boxers get tighter and tighter with each passing second. “tell me how much you want me, y/n.”

“I want you so bad,” you whispered into his ear after he crawled his way back up your body. “I want you to fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”

he tugged his underwear down and slid them off, placing lingering kisses on your neck as he teased you with the tip of his cock. “you want me, princess? want me to have my way with you, make you come over and over again,” his breath fanned your ear, “make your cum mess up the sheets while I keep you quiet with my hand around your throat?”

you couldn’t help the borderline pornographic moan that slipped past your lips at his words, or the way your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. he placed an open mouthed kiss on your lips, shaking his head lightly before pulling away from your body. “nah ah, baby. I wanna slap that pretty ass you have while I fuck you,” without warning, he pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you over, pushing his hand on the small of your back. “good girl.”

your nails scratched at the fabric beneath you, pushing your ass out and groaning when he spread your legs apart. he grabbed himself and dragged his cock up and down your pussy, and he swore he’d never been harder.

you couldn’t believe this was happening right now. one of your favorite artists is about to fuck you dumb, and all because you both so happened to stay at the same hotel for one night.

“you’re so wet, y/n. fucking soaking for me.” he leaned down to bite your ear before pushing himself in you with one single thrust. he didn’t move, and you assumed he wanted to give you time to adjust. “beg for it, baby.” and only if it was that easy.

the way you screamed for him to fuck you, and all while his hand was secured tightly around your throat. 

the way your brain was starting to get fuzzy, only thoughts of how good he felt inside of you present.

the way he would land a harsh slap to your ass if you tried to muffle your moans. 

the way he would groan or hiss whenever you clenched tightly around his cock.

it was all too fucking much

but you completely lost all your senses when he pushed down on the small of your back while he fucked into you, and you swore you could feel him in places you didn’t even know existed. “r-right there, fuck!”

he was panting, and in that moment he knew this wouldn’t be a one time thing. it felt different, almost too good to give up. he knew you were his new drug, and rehab would be a bitch if he wanted to quit.

his hand squeezed one last time, halting the breath you were ready to take. you felt your nails tear the bed sheets below you as you came, and you could feel his cum fill you up as it spilled out and onto the cloth under you. 

after he pulled out, he kissed up your back and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go get the bath ready.”

and that’s when you knew, he was way more than just some boy in a band.

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[bitch-out]

OKAY i know you didn’t ask for a full length fic but... i couldnt help myself. here it is: 

Four times Alex saw signs that the world was changing to become more accepting of people like him, and the one time he actually realized it.

1. TV SHOW

After finishing practice for the night, the band walked into Julie’s house. Luke immediately walked into the kitchen, wanting to see what meal her dad was whipping up. His obsession with watching lifers eat was starting to get a little concerning. Reggie followed after him, wanting to hang out with Julie’s dad. That was also a little concerning.

Julie plopped down on the couch next to her little brother, Carlos, who was watching a TV show that she didn’t recognize. Alex hopped over the couch and took a seat next to her, looking at the screen intently.

“What is he watching?” Alex asked, reclining into the couch.

Julie shrugged in response. “I’m not sure…”

Carlos looked over to her with a questioning expression. “Huh?” Oh crap. She needed to stop talking to the boys while other people were around. It made her look absolutely bonkers.  

“…what you’re watching! I’m not sure what you’re watching.” She said quickly, trying to avoid any awkwardness. “What is it?”

He seemed to buy it, letting her weirdness go. “Oh, I’m watching this new show. I forget what it’s called. It’s about this girl who accidentally gets musical superpowers after getting stuck by lightning.”

“Cool,” she answered, settling into the couch. She and Alex watched for a few minutes before looking at each other in confusion. They had absolutely no idea what was going on in the show. They looked at the screen as the main character sighed dramatically, slamming her door while running out of her house. “I’m lost. What’s happening? Why is she so mad?” Julie asked.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “She’s in a fight with her dads right now because they won’t let her go to this big party. Now shhh! It’s getting juicy!”

Luke’s eyes went wide as the scene switched to the main characters dads, who were sharing a tender moment while discussing their child. Two dads? On television? Without it being played off as a joke? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

Julie looked at him inquisitively, noticing his surprised expression. She raised an eyebrow.

“I see.” A soft smile settled on his face. “Cool.” He bit his lip and leaned back.

“Cool.” She agreed. She almost said something, but then decided it would be better for her to wait for him to tell her.

2. PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

“People watching in 2020 is way better than people watching in the 90’s.” Reggie stated as they walked through downtown LA. They were killing time while Julie was at school. They passed a man in a superhero costume who was taking pictures with tourists.

“I know right?” Luke agreed. “I love looking over people’s shoulder and watching what they’re doing on those… high tech cellphone things.”

“Smartphones,” Alex offered.

“Smartphones, right.”

Reggie ran over to a middle aged guy in a suit sitting on a bench who was looking intently at his phone. “Look at this guy! He’s looking at an article called ‘How to tell if you have foot fungus’.” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross. You might wanna get that checked out, buddy,” patting his shoulder, his hand passing right through.

Luke looked around for someone else to observe. “Okay see the one over there in the blue striped shirt eating a chili dog?” He pointed over to his left to a man walking away from a hot dog stand.  

The man went to take a bite out of his chili dog but dripped it all down the front of his shirt. “Oooooh…. Missed his mouth on that one,” Luke said, cringing.

“That’s nasty,” Alex chimed in.

A guy who looked to be around their age speed walked past them, looking down. He brushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as he grinned down at his phone. He was obviously walking with a purpose.

“This guy is hustling! Cmon!” Reggie grinned, jogging after him. Luke and Alex ran over to catch up, all three of them following in pursuit. They all looked over his shoulder to read his text messages. He was texting someone he had named “babe <3” in his contacts.

Can’t wait to see u, his text read, im right around the corner

Reggie whistled. “His girlfriend’s probably a complete hottie if he’s that excited to see her-”

As they turned the corner, the blonde stranger they were following put his phone away as he caught sight of someone. He broke into a run and bear hugged the person, wrapping his arms around them and lifting them off the ground. As he pulled away, it was revealed that the person he was hugging was a brunette guy around the same age as them.

The brunette murmured something, his lips quirking into a smirk. The blonde teen let out a laugh, then pulled him into a kiss.

Alex nearly gasped in surprise, looking around to notice that… not a singular person was looking over. Everyone was just going about their day as normal. No glares, no sneers, not even a scoff.

It felt like the breath was sucked out of his lungs. Was this… normal? The couple broke apart and joined hands, continuing down the street. Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. No one had even batted an eyelash at the public display of affection.

To him, it hadn’t been that long ago since 1995. When even looking at someone for too long would get you called a slur. When his own father would call him a-

“Alex? You good?” He was broken out of his thoughts by Luke looking over at him concernedly.

Alex opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by someone else.

“There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

They turned around in tandem to see Julie standing there, her eyes sparkling. And they continued with their day, moment forgotten.

3. MUSIC

Alex found himself once again alone with Julie, hanging out with her in her room. He was the only member of the band she would let hang out with her in here, which filled him with an odd sort of pride.

They were currently listening to one of her Spotify playlists. Julie was doing homework on her bed and Alex was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, following the beat of the song they were listening to. He was getting into the groove of the song “This song has a good beat!” he exclaimed. “What is this?”

She grinned at him. “It’s called ‘Girls like Girls’ by Hayley Kiyoko!” She stood up on her bed, dropping her homework and singing into an imaginary microphone as the chorus hit. She belted at the top of her lungs, “Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new~” She laughed as she flopped back onto her bed.

He gaped at her, surprised that she was treating it with such nonchalance. In the 90’s, this would have been music you listened to at 2 am when your parents were asleep. “Is this a… popular song?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean it’s from like 2015 so it’s basically ancient but it’s still pretty popular.” She turned back to her homework and picked up her pen. “I think the music video has like over 100 million hits on YouTube or something like that.”

His jaw dropped even further “100 million?”

The timer on her phone went off. The words BAND PRACTICE blared across the screen with the chime of her ringtone. “I’ll show it to you later! But we have to go to rehearsal right now.”

He shook his head and followed her out of the room.

4. COVINGTON

As both his friends were pulled away by girls saucily dancing in feathered blue outfits, Alex stood awkwardly like a fish out of water. Covington slid up to him with a sly smirk on his face. “Come now. You can’t be the only one not dancing.”

“No, I… I know.” Alex sputtered. “I’m just…” Not into dancing with girls? No, he couldn’t just say that. He didn’t want to cause a scene. He pointed over his shoulder. “I’m looking for Willie,” he finished lamely.

Covington seemed to read him like an open book. He smiled and gestured with open palms. “Dante! Fuego!” Two handsome men slid up to either side of him. “Meet Alex.” The linked arms with him.

Alex looked at them, surprised. How did he know? Is this like a theater thing? Or… “You’re welcome,” Covington smirked, ducking down. Is this normal here…?

His thoughts were cut off as he was lifted up over Covington’s head and pulled into a fast-paced dance.

5. PRIDE

“Slow down Willie!” Alex shouted, running after his brunette friend as he skated through lifers and tore down the street.

Willie laughed and hopped off his board, picking it up off the ground. He waited for Alex to catch up with him “Relax, we’re almost here…”

Alex was too busy catching his breath to realize they were in the middle of a giant crowd. Lifers walked through them every few seconds like it was nothing “Wh-What is this?” Alex asked, looking around. Everyone was wearing colorful clothing and most were wearing some kind of glitter.

The skater laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the street. “We’re skating the floats, dude.” He pointed at the bright floats that were parading down the street.

Was this some kind of festival or something? Alex wondered. “Why is everything so… colorful?”

Willie looked at him like he was missing something obvious. “It’s June. Pride month.” Alex didn’t know what that was. He looked around, trying to figure it out. “You’ve never seen a pride parade before?” Willie questioned. Then, he realized. “Right. Right, you’re a 90’s ghost. I keep forgetting about that.” He slapped his forehead.

Then, he realized what this was. Alex turned to his right and saw two women kissing. A couple of guys his age were holding hands right next to him. Signs as far as the eye could see read ‘here and queer’ and ‘all you need is love’ and ‘love is love’ and countless other sayings. His breath stuttered in his chest “This is…”

“I know. Pretty cool, right?” Willie asked, sounding pretty nonchalant. He was scouting out the floats, focused on his task.

“And this is all for…” Alex hesitated, “For gay people?”

“All LGBTQ+ people, technically, but yeah dude.” Willie clarified. He grinned, his eyes set on a float just down the road. He found the perfect route.

“So it really is different now, huh?” Alex asked, his voice cracking slightly. Willie looked back in alarm, not realizing how much this was impacting the drummer beside him. A tear rolled down his cheek, but his smile could not be bigger. Alex continued, “Like I had hoped it was, and there’s been some signs, but this is…” He covered his mouth to hide a sob.

Willie walked over to his side, dropping his skateboard and taking his hand gently. “Yeah, Alex. It’s different. Better. Not perfect, but... a lot better.” He squeezed his hand.

“It’s amazing.” Alex said, wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and grinning. He let out a laugh as a drag queen passed by and waved at the crowd, blowing kisses.

The skater couldn’t take his eyes off of Alex. He was absolutely glowing, basking in the atmosphere of the parade. “You know what? Let’s forget the skating.” Willie decided, taking his skateboard from the side of the street and tucking it in an alley.

“Huh?” Alex was confused. Willie wanted to... not go skating?

“It’s time to get your pride on, Alex.”

Together, they spent the rest of the day exploring every area of pride, ducking through crowds and sneaking onto floats. There was even one point where they ran through a huge glitter cannon, getting absolutely covered in glitter.

After it was all done, Willie teleported back to Julie’s house with him to drop him off.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Alex admitted, his smile seemed to be permanently glued to his face.

“Me too. I’ve been to tons of pride parades, but none of them were as fun as this one.” Willie admitted.

“Really? What was different about this one? Was it the glitter cannon? It was probably the glitter cannon-”

“It was you, Alex.” The skater said quietly, brushing a couple stray pieces of glitter off of the taller boy’s cheek.

“Oh,” Alex breathed, looking down at Willie. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He hadn’t realized they were standing so close together.

Willie hesitated for a moment. Was this the moment? He didn’t want to rush Alex. He was probably overwhelmed enough after experiencing his first pride. He smiled up at the blonde and patted him on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Alex.” He stepped away and turned to leave.

He was just about to teleport when he heard “Wait!”

Willie turned around Alex kissed him.

He stiffened at first, surprised. Before he could respond, Alex pulled away and looked at him in panic.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-”

Willie grabbed him by the lapels and dragged him down, kissing him heatedly. Alex responded with enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“ABOUT TIME!” someone hollered from behind him.

They broke away to see Luke and Reggie beaming. They both ran over and hugged them both in a group hug. “We thought you two would never figure it out.” Luke said, causing Reggie to laugh. 

“Happy pride, Alex”. Willie murmured, squished up against his side. And Alex couldn’t have been happier.

#julie and the phantoms #alex x willie #willie x alex #willex #fic #this was entirely too long im so sorry #anyways... send me prompts!