#I haven’t made one of these in a MINUTE

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Kingsday || LN4

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: when celebrating kingsday with your boyfriend lando ends with a small injury, and a call from his boss

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Your boyfriend being friends with a dutch DJ, meant one thing: party, party and party. Especially on Kingsday, a day where the dutch people celebrated the King‘s birthday, or got drunk on random boats driving down the channel of Amsterdam.

You had arrived about two hours ago. Lando immediately joined Martin at the DJ desk whereas you went to get some drinks for the two of you.

Now two hours later, Lando was still with Martin, or so you hoped because you actually haven’t seen him in over 30 minutes.

"Y/n!! Y/n come here!", a voice that you recognized as Martin called. You whisked around to find the dutchman waving frantically.

You frowned and excused yourself from your conversation before making your way through the mass of people. "What’s wrong?", you shouted. "It’s Lando, come!", Martin yelled and reached a hand out for you to take.

You gladly accepted his help to guide you through the people and to your boyfriend. And lord, you almost dropped your glass when you saw Lando.

"Baby!", a drunken smile graced his face. But that wasn’t the only thing. Before there were glasses and a ribbon in the dutch colours but now there was a white bandage wrapped around his head.

"Lando, what the hell happened??", you called, hastily placing your glass on a table and rushing to your boyfriend.

"I’m so happy you’re here", he slurred, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into a messy kiss. You returned the kiss for a second before pulling back, holding him upright and steady.

"Baby, can you explain what happened?", you tried to again, pushing back his curls. "There were SO many people", he giggled and you tried your best to stay calm and let him finish talking. "And then I tripped and then there was an elbow and glass and suddenly ow…", his face dropped towards the end and his fingers reached up to his nose.

You held his hand back. "Don’t touch, let me see", you muttered and removed the very badly done bandage. You held his chin to move his head to the sides to get a good look at his bloody nose.

"Does it hurt?", you asked, carefully touching the brink of his nose. "Nope!", Lando grinned proudly, making you roll your eyes. "Of course not, you’re drunk", you mumbled.

"Martin, can you get my bag please? It’s with Lando’s jacket behind the DJ pult", you explained to Lando’s friend who nodded immediately and went to grab your bag.

When Martin came back you pulled tissue and sanitizer out of the black bag and cleaned up the blood around Lando’s nose. "Are you like a professional?", a guy asked, nodding at the things in your hand and your firm grip on Lando’s chin. "Almost", you chuckled. "I’m studying medicine."

"Yeah, she’s gonna be a doctor!", Lando called proudly. "Shh", you firmly said snd squeezed his chin. "It doesn’t look broken, maybe bruised but you‘ll be fine", you delivered the verdict. "You‘re the best, thank you. I love you", Lando mumbled, leaning forward to connect your lips again. A few "Aww"s were heard around you which made you smile just as Lando‘s phone started ringing.

The boy fumbled it out of his pocket, only to find his boss‘ name on the display. "Oh oh, that means trouble", Martin muttered. Seeing as you weren’t as drunk as the rest of the people around you, your reaction times were way faster. And so you reached forward to grab Lando‘s phone out of his hands to answer the call yourself.

"Lando Norris, what on earth are-", Zak‘s voice roared through the speakers. "Zak, hi, it’s me Y/n", you quickly interrupted the American who abruptly stopped talking.

"Y/n? I didn’t know you are with Lando", he sounded surprised.

"Martin invited us over-" "There’s a picture of Lando bleeding and with a bandage circulating around the internet, care to explain the situation?", Zak interrupted you, getting straight to the point.

"I wasn’t with him when it happened but according to him and various people around him, he tripped and cut his nose. Martin got me soon after and I already took a look at his nose and he‘s okay. A bit bruised, going to cause a bit of pain when putting a helmet on but he‘ll be fine. Nothing‘s broken or anything like that", you broke down the whole story to Lando‘s boss while pushing your fingers through Lando‘s curls.

He let out a sigh and you could imagine him sitting in his office chair, rubbing the side of his head. "Okay, can I talk to him for a second?", Zak said and you nodded, leaning down to Lando and handing him the phone.

"He wants to talk to you", you muttered, putting the phone to his ear. "Hiii", Lando called excitedly, making you squeeze your eyes shut with a chuckle. "Noo, I swear I‘m okay even better than okay!", he assured his boss. "Zak, I‘m fineee! Y/n is taking care of me."

"Hey Zak, did you know that dutch people-", you pulled the phone back from his ear before he could spill some stupid shit. "I‘ll get him back home in one piece, I promise", you said, ruffling his curls. "Thank you, Y/n", Zak replied before saying goodbye.

You took a deep breath and put Lando‘s phone in your back pocket. The Brit leaned his head against your stomach and closed his eyes with a content drunk smile.

"You okay?", you whispered with a smile and tapped the back of his head a few times. Lando nodded against your stomach and then looked up at you, pouting his lips to let you know he wanted a kiss. You smirked and leaned down to connect your lips.

"Okay let’s get back!", he called enthusiastically and got up, swaying a little when he stood. You wrapped an arm around his waist, doing your best to steady him. Lando naturally put his around your shoulders.

"Let‘s get you a glass of water and then we can go back, alright?", you compromised with him and dragged him over to the bar, telling the guy to hand you a glass of water.

You thanked him and turned your body to Lando, holding the cup close to his mouth. "Here you go."

Lando took a few sips and then leaned closer to your ear. "I love you", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You giggled and pulled him into a hug. "I love you", you replied.

"Let’s go back to Martin", he then called, making you laugh. "Oh and can I please get another Vodka Lemon?", Lando turned to the barkeeper who looked at you for approval. "Okay sure", he said when you nodded.

"Drink up, come on, hop hop", you clapped his waist a few times and nodded to the cup of water. Lando nodded and down the liquid in a few seconds before grabbing the fresh cup and taking the two of you back to Martin.

"What do you think Zak would say if I get behind that DJ desk?", Lando asked you. You chuckled. "He already called you once today because he worried you broke your nose so I don’t think it can get much worse", you replied making Lando laugh. "I‘ll just say you forced me to", your boyfriend said before pressing a kiss to your lips and walking around the desk to join Martin.

"Joining in again?", the dutchman asked, putting his arm around Lando. He nodded and was quickly handed the headphones. You chuckled, pulling out your phone to take a video of Lando pressing random buttons on the DJ desk. He grinned broadly when he spotted your camera on him.

"Come here, baby!", he called you over, holding the hand that wasn’t holding his glass. You put your phone away and took your boyfriend‘s hand.

He turned you around in a swift motion, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing your body to his. You laughed out loud at the action but let him sway you from side to side.

Taking a sip from your glass you carefully pushed your hips back into his. When you didn’t get a reaction from him you did it again, this time a bit firmer. "Once is a mistake, two‘s a choice", he muttered in your ear, making you giggle.

Lando moved one of his hand down to your stomach, pressing you against him while he swayed your hips. His lips being so close to your ear meant the small breathy moan that left his lips was only for you to hear.

You turned your head so your nose was pressing against his jawline. A small kiss against his skin made him smile.

It wad Lando‘s turn to press himself closer to your back. "Okay, baby, no funny business until later", you chuckled, placing your fingers on his hands on your stomach.

"Oh, so you can tease but I can’t?", Lando chuckled teasingly and turned you around. "You can tease all you want, as soon as we’re inside our own four walls", you whispered, leaning closer to his ear.

"Promise?", Lando smirked.

"Promise!", you laughed, pressing your lips on his in a soft kiss.

📍 Amsterdam, Netherlands

tagged: landonorris, martingarrix

yn: Kingsday well spent (+ Lando at the airport the next day🤭)

comments:

landonorris: Violation

> yn: U were the one who got injured…

> landonorris: U r the one who posted it

> yn: I was also the one who aided you

> landonorris: I- don’t have anything else to add🙃

martingarrix: Had the best time🧡

> yn: Thanks for having us!!

maxverstappen: Did my invite get lost orrr?

> yn: LETS GO OUT IN MIAMI!!

oscarpiastri: Mate, you looked DEAD

> landonorris: thanks a lot, MATE🙃

ybff: YOU LOOK GORGEOUS unlike a certain brit boy

> landonorris: hey!

fan: The way she still slayed at the club while Lando was wearing that neon ass hat😭

fan: All the Mclaren members laughing at sleeping Lando lmaoo

fan: Lando getting violated by his girlfriend and his girlfriend‘s best friend and his teammate😭

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[danveration]

Parings: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x reader

Summary: You fall asleep on the ghoul’s shoulder.

A/N: VERY SHORT!! theres not much plot haha. i just had this cute idea so why not write it out. i honestly feel like i’ve made a “fall asleep next to the character” fic to every character i wrote so far😭

“Darlin’, I sure as hell ain’t gonna sit around here all day just cause you didn’t get enough sleep last night. Nobody gets good sleep up here. It’s-“

He stops mid sentence when he feels the weight of your head drop on his shoulder.

You and him had a confusing relationship dynamic. You ran into each other looking for something similar. A bounty. After a bit of talking, you asked if you could tag along with him. He made it clear that he doesn’t do “duos” or anything of the sort. But if you found something along the way, he thought it would be better if you shared it with him other than not. You looked young. Young people tend to have more of an eye for things, he thought. Even though he was sure he’d find the bounty no problem, why not enjoy a bit of company? He ended up agreeing.

You two have stopped for a minute because you complained that you were getting tired. You haven’t slept in a while, due to being a bit paranoid about all the creatures that could sneak up and kill you. Plus you were alone. Being alone out here and having your guard down was most likely to get you killed.

Having someone with you, especially him, made the tension ease off you a bit, and you could feel the tiredness effect you more.

You sat down, you back laying against a wall. He sighed and reluctantly sat down next to you.

“Darlin’, I sure as hell ain’t gonna sit around here all day just cause you didn’t get enough sleep last night. Nobody gets good sleep up here. It’s-“

He stops mid sentence when he feels the weight of your head drop on his shoulder.

He looks over and down at you in disbelief. Did you really just.. fall asleep on his shoulder? Do you know who he is? He’s feared by mostly everyone on the surface.

He realizes that this means he’ll be taking a longer break than he wanted. If he moved, you might wake up. And he thinks that it’s better to have a fully rested person travelling with him than a sleep deprived one.

He sighs and leans back.

“Better get some rest too, then.” He mumbles as he shifts his hat so it’s now over his eyes.

He feels you adjusting slightly, face pressed in his jacket.

He must admit, it’s nice to feel this sort of touch after 200 years of nothing but violence and death.

[brenwritesss]

Tru Fru

Paige x reader

Summary: reader goes to Target to buy a bag of Tru Fru but ends up meeting Paige as they fight over the last bag.

Let me know if you want a part two!!

Taking the keys out of the ignition, you locked your car and walked out into the silent parking lot. With the store about to close in twenty minutes, there were not many people in the parking lot so this should have been an easy trip. For the past week, all that you have been seeing all over your social media was Tru Fru. A company that produced dried fruits covered in chocolate. Your roommate had bought a bag when the hype first started and she became obsessed, saying ‘it was the best snack to ever be invented’.

So here you were at Target, finally buying a bag. After walking into the store, you fiddled with your keyring as you walked down the aisles, heading to the snack area. Once in the snack aisle, you scanned the shelves, trying to find the bags until your eyes finally stumbled upon a bag of Tru Fru strawberries. The last bag of Tru Fru fruit in the entire aisle.

You smiled to yourself as you relished in the luck you had in getting the last bag in the store. You went to get the last bag, grabbing hold of it when to your surprise, another hand picked it up at the same time.

You instantly whipped your head to your left and a tall blonde with hazel eyes peered down at you. She pulled the bag towards her a bit. “I hope you don’t mind but I really need this bag.”

You gave her a skeptical look, not letting go. “So do I.”

“But you don’t understand how much I need this. I literally got the merch for this shit,” she said, making you look at her sweatshirt that had the Tru Fru logo on it.

You shrugged. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with me and this bag.”

She looked you up and down, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was hot when she did that. Noticing your UConn hoodie, she pointed at the letters. “Yo, you go to UConn?”

“Yeah.”

“So do I,” she said, almost shouting the fact. “You into basketball by any chance? I’ll get you a hoodie with my number on it if you let me get this bag.”

You laughed, “I don’t know who you are, let alone know that you play basketball. Why would I want a hoodie with your number on it?”

She pretended to look hurt. “Ouch, you know how to hurt someone’s feelings.” When you didn’t respond, she sighed. “Okay, uh I can give you cash for the bag.”

“You’re seriously gonna pay me to give you this bag?” 

“Yes,” she said while giving you a look that made you know she wasn’t joking.

“I’m sorry but I’ve been trying to track these down forever since they’ve been sold out everywhere.” Your grip tightened on the bag.

Paige tilted her head, looking you up and down again and giving you a smile. It would have made you melt if you weren’t so determined to get this bag of Tru Fru. “You know, I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around campus before.”

“It’s a huge campus, it’s hard to notice one singular person.”

She licked her lips, nodding at you. “You’d be easy to notice.”

“Are you seriously flirting with me so that I’ll give it to you?” you asked her.

“Is it working?”

“No.”

“Fine.” She reached into her pocket and took out her phone. You looked at her, confused as to what she was doing. Then to answer your suspicions, she held her phone out to you. “I’ll let you keep this bag if you give me your number.”

So a pretty girl asks for your number and you get to keep the last Tru Fru bag? Sounds like a win-win situation to you. “Sounds good to me.” 

You took her phone and typed in your number with one hand just in case she took the bag from you. Once you handed her phone back to her, she finally let go of the bag. “I’m Paige by the way.”

“Y/n.”

She put her hands in her pockets. “I hope you know I’m actually going to text you.”

“I hope so,” you said, leaving her in the aisle as you headed to the checkout.

Once you had purchased your bag of Tru Fru strawberries, you walked back to your car. The second you got inside, a text notification popped up on your phone from an unknown number.

You should come over so that I can see you again

And bring that bag I let you get

So she wasn’t lying when she said she’d text you. After reading those two texts, she sent another one but this time with an address. You texted back a thumbs up and started driving to the location she sent you. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

[ktgoodmorning]

Hold still

Misa Rodriguez x reader

You help Misa in getting ready for a big event

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“What if I just tell them I’m sick or something so we don’t have to go?”

“Misa, you’re not getting out of this. There’s no way I’m going to this wedding alone, just because you can’t decide what to wear.” 

Your girlfriend threw her head back with a groan, “But why’s it have to be outside? It’s gonna be way too hot to wear a suit but a dress feels like so much work.” you shook your head at her whining, amused at how easily your tough-as-nails girlfriend met her match, just at the thought of getting all dressed up. 

“I’ll help you get ready if you want. I’ll do your hair and makeup and everything. It could be fun! You could wear that red jumpsuit that I love so much.” The glint in your eye seemed to get her attention, turning her frown into more of a smirk, as she was suddenly much more willing to cooperate. 

“You know it would probably look good with those black heels that I know drive you crazy too.” 

“Well I guess we won’t know for sure until you decide to start getting ready, si?” you turned back to the mirror where you were finishing your own makeup, making sure you had plenty of time to get her ready as well. This was a common occurrence, having to reason with her to get dressed up for the events that called for it, as she much preferred her joggers and t-shirts. From the other room, you could hear her moving around, finally deciding to give in to you, something she seldom did for anyone else. 

As soon as you finished putting the finishing touches on your own face, you stepped out into your bedroom to see Misa finding her jumpsuit and shoes she was looking for. 

“Mis, I’m done with my makeup if you want me to do yours?”

“Si, I’ll be right in.” As much as your girlfriend despised the idea of caking her face full of products, she absolutely loved it when you would offer to do it for her. It always meant spending time with her sitting on the bathroom counter with you standing between her legs, as close to her face as possible while you concentrated on what you were doing. She would always jump at the opportunity to have you so close to her, close enough that she could feel your breath against her face. 

When Misa joined you, she was immediately put off by the sheer amount of makeup products littering the counter. Most were left from your work on your own face that you hadn’t gotten to putting away but you still saw the way she immediately tensed up upon seeing them. 

“Not too much, right amor?” 

“Right, Mis.” You pulled her into you by her hips so you could talk face to face. “I’ve done this before, remember? And I haven’t messed it up so far.” The taller woman relaxed against you, and left some short pecks on your lips as a sign that she trusted you. “Now come sit!”

You cleared a small area on the counter for her to sit while you worked that allowed you to stand between her legs after she hopped up. For a minute you just stood there with your hands cradling her face, admiring your girlfriend’s features. You noticed how a slight blush rose to her face, the longer you stared at her, but it didn’t stop you until she pushed you away, giggling nervously.

 “God, you’re the only one who can always make me blush, so damn much.” Nobody but you got to see her so soft and giddy, so unlike how she was with everyone else. It made you feel honored, in a way, that you got to see that side of her that so rarely came out. You gave her another kiss to bring her back to you before stepping back to grab the products you wanted. 

Starting with some light concealer and foundation, you pat your beauty blender all over her face, trying to get in every crease and corner. Her reactions made you giggle. The usually stone-faced, world class goalie, would flinch every time you got anywhere near her eyes and scrunch up her nose if you went too hard, making it hard for you to take her seriously. “Amor, you have to hold still if you want it to turn out okay.”

“You’re gonna poke my eye out, though!” Her whining was back as she instantly transformed into a total child right before your eyes. 

“Only if you keep moving so much!” Misa pushed you away slightly as you laughed at her. “It’s just a sponge, and I’m not even near your eyes yet. Just please try to hold still for me, okay?”

“Fine.” she grumbled in annoyance as you both settled back into play to continue, starting in on a subtle contour. 

One of the hottest things about Misa was the way her face and jaw were so defined so you knew that the slightest contour would be just enough to drive you absolutely insane. The further you went on her makeup, the more you knew you’d have a hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight. Between the unusually feminine look for her, having her hair and makeup done, the red jumpsuit you already knew you loved, and the heels making her even taller, excited was an understatement. 

When it came time for you to work on her eyes, you knew you’d have a hard time, partially from how fidgety the woman in front of you was becoming, but partially because you kept being distracted by the way she was looking at you. Misa’s eyes bore into you, continuously checking you out, clearly appreciating the work you’d done on your own hair and makeup. 

“Misa, I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.” She gave you a cheeky shrug, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. 

You rolled your eyes and started on her eyeshadow, being careful not to do too much. As you worked on her eyes, you moved closer and closer to her face, trying to make sure it was perfect. You felt your girlfriend’s breath catch in her throat when you used one hand to grab her jaw and steady her, smirking at her reaction. The two of you both drove each other crazy, especially when you were dressed up and looking the way you currently were. 

“What, do you like my hands on you or something?” 

“I’d like it better around my neck, mi amor.” her voice was a low growl, only working to further your attraction to her. 

“Maybe later tonight, but you’re still not getting out of this wedding, no matter how much you work me up.” 

“But what if I give you kisses?” she leaned forward into you, in hopes of capturing your lips but you only moved further away. 

“You can give me all the kisses you want, Mis, but we’re still going. And if you mess up your makeup doing so, I’m not gonna be happy.” 

“Babyyyy.” 

“You’ll live, I know you’ve had worse. Just sit still for a minute so I can finish, I’m almost done.” The taller woman grumbled to herself in Spanish but still decided to comply, just as she always did with you, allowing you to finish. 

“All I have left is your lipstick, do you want to pick the color or do you want me to?”

“Hmm well you should pick something that will go well with yours probably,” she shot you a wink while the smirk returned to her face once again, only causing you to roll your eyes. 

“I’ll just give you the same as mine so I can throw it in my bag and fix it when you undoubtedly mess it up later.” 

“Hey, how do you know I-”

“Mis, quit talking so I can apply it.” The second you changed your focus to her lips, your girlfriend had an even harder time holding still. She tried to hold in a smile which only made your job harder. “I need you to hold still if you don’t want to end up looking like a mess, Misa.”

“I’m trying, but your concentrated face is so cute!”

“Misa!”

“No, I’m sorry, you’re right, I’ll stop. I just love how serious you take this.”

You didn’t respond to her but smiled to yourself, allowing you to finally finish her makeup, growing slightly nervous for her reaction.“Your face is all done. What do you think?” 

Misa hopped down from the counter and turned to the mirror, taking in your work. “It’s perfect, mi amor. You do such a good job.” Her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into her, forcing you to look up at the taller woman and leave a light kiss on her jawline. “Gracias, amor.” Your only response was a smile as she leaned down for a soft kiss, being careful not to mess up your makeup. 

“Do you want me to do your hair quick? I could just put it in a nice ponytail, maybe straighten it quick? It doesn’t have to be much.”

She gave you another nod and turned for you to start doing her hair, something you knew would be quick and easy. Her dark hair was naturally pretty straight so it was more a matter of brushing it back so the ponytail was smooth and straightening out any rogue pieces. 

When you finished her hair, you both got dressed and ready to go, helping zip each other's dresses and clasp each other's necklaces. As soon as you were ready, you turned to face Misa whose face was frozen in awe. 

“Mi amor, you look… breathtaking. You are so perfect I can’t even believe it.” Her hands were on you instantly to pull you into her while her eyes continued to roam your body. “How did I ever get so lucky?” 

“Mmm, I could say the same about you, Mis. Look at you. These heels, and this jumpsuit. Damn.” You had to go on your toes to reach her for a kiss, something you were more than happy to do at the moment. “You’re still not getting out of this wedding, but maybe we don’t have to stay too late.”

“I like that idea,” she mumbled against your lips before continuing the kiss. All you knew was it was a good thing you had your lipstick in your purse, because it was going to need lots of fixing if you ever made it out of the house.

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[buddie-buddie]

I need buck to be the sooty one making out with tommy who ends up with a sooty face

It’s been three days since Buck’s seen Tommy, and he’s starting to feel a little insane. 

Well, no. That’s a lie. 

More than a little insane. 

A little insane is how he felt on Thursday morning, when he woke up to Tommy’s knuckles brushing over his cheek with such reverence it made Buck’s chest ache. A little insane is how he felt when Tommy then leaned over and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to Buck’s forehead and murmured, “Bye, baby.” 

A little insane was how Buck felt when he tipped his chin up and met Tommy’s lips in a real kiss, when he mumbled a sleepy, “Be safe,” against Tommy’s lips, and when Tommy kissed him one more time and promised he would. A little insane is how Buck felt when he watched Tommy cross the bedroom and pause at the top of the stairs, only to look back at him with a small smile and a fondness in his eyes that made Buck melt into the pillows that still smelled like Tommy. 

Buck’s own shift didn’t start until Saturday morning, thirty minutes before Tommy’s ended. Tommy then started 72 off and Buck’s about to start 48, so long as the anticipation thrumming beneath his skin doesn’t kill him first.

He’s way past a little insane now and dangerously close to fully unhinged.

It’s not like they haven’t talked. There’s been an ongoing text conversation all weekend. Everything from sweet messages like I miss you and Be safe to less serious ones like BRB Bobby’s making me peel potatoes :( and Did you know that an emperor penguin is the size of a third grader???

And last night, when everyone split up after dinner to call their wives and their kids, Buck had gone up to the roof and called Tommy, who answered on the second ring. Hearing Tommy’s warm, familiar voice settled something in Buck almost instantly. It washed over him like a balm, soothing the ache that had taken up residency in his chest the morning before, when he watched Tommy head downstairs and heard the click of the front door as it shut behind him. As they talked, Buck looked around– at the lights in the LA skyline, at the moon peeking out from the clouds somehow still visible in the night sky– and felt warmth bloom behind his ribs. 

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[zzg0d]

Anything she wants.

A/N: HEY YALLL this took a lil long an im sorrryyyy!!! i haven’t made my rules yet so just don’t act like idiots or ill block you💋💋 this was my first time writing in a while and im a little rusty😩 tryna keep up with yall and the new trends in writing tho!! feedback is always appreciated so please don’t ever hesitate❤️💋.

WK; 1.1k

summary: your father forces you last minute to attend a meeting with him to get you out of the house and you meet a certain someone who wants to give the spoiled girl a try.

tw; nothing really, he calls you mama, he lowk a simp, flaunts his money too😒, daddy’s girl, spoiled yn, just be aware ig

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“Y/N please come down, it’s time to leave” your father yells up the stairs, and you rush to tie your heels up. Your father knew you took long to get ready so you don’t know why the hell he trying to rush you now when he only let you know of this event a few hours ago.

That was one of the things your father did that you didn’t like much and he was quick to apologize and get you a gift knowing you wanted to look your best in front of other people,he couldn’t tell his lovely daughter no. You were his pride and joy being the only girl out of 2 children. Your older brother long gone a few hours away with your lovely sister in law and your niece.(who you could argue is more spoiled than you)

So now you’re here in the blacked out car with your dad going to some random business party that you didn’t even wanna be at but at least you’ve got your card(your dads card) so you can sit and online shop while your father mingles with his partners.

You sit there scrolling on Amazon just adding things you think are cute to your cart, not even caring to look to into the details. Daddy will handle that, you think to yourself as you add a new vanity to the cart. You’re just scrolling through things when you hear someone mumbling in your ear

“You sure are a spoiled little girl aren’t you?” You look up startled to see a man that should be described as nothing BUT sexy. Tattoos adorning he lights lined body grillz and chains glistening short black hair and he was looking just SO good. But that was besides the point, why was he all up in ya phone?

“An you sure are nosey” you go back to scrolling on your phone now having had moved on to another store until you feel him sit next to you and you try to ignore him but you can feel his eyes grazing over your outfit, you’re about to speak up but he’s quick to interrupt.

“I’m Constance but you can call me Connie , and you are?” He’s not mumbling anymore and you’re pretty sure you hear a little accent but you’re not sure from what.

You look up at him from your phone and introduce yourself but that’s not enough for him, he wants to get to know you. You look pretty, smell good, and got an attitude. His favorite mix. You guys talk for a bit, mostly trying to get to know each other and flirting a bit till he asks a certain question.

“Let me take you out mama”

You actually let out a chuckle at that because there was no way In hell he wanted to fuck with you. You’re too expensive and hard to deal with, you know this for a fact because your brother makes sure to tell you every other day on the phone how you and his daughter make flies come out his wallet.

“You can’t handle me” you say smirking at him and his eyes darken and he’s quick to retort “I’m pretty sure I can handle a little girl like you.” And you scoff cause who tf he calling little?? Ain’t nun lil bout you. “Tuh show me then.” He hands you his phone and you put your number in but he looks confused and excite out and goes to show u other apps.

He goes from cash app, to a regular bank, to a bank you’ve never heard of and then still pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket. “I’m pretty sure I can handle you pretty.” And you can’t help but smile a little bit. “We’ll see Constance.” “I said you can call me connie”

“I know.” You chose to call him by his government because why not try to get under his skin? You look up to see your father coming towards you two and you sit up straight and smile “hey dad!” You start hoping and praying that he says it’s time to go home so you can plot.

“Hi baby girl, are you ready to go?” And you nod your head but go to introduce your father and Connie and they shake hands, you give Connie a side hug as you prepare to leave.

You and your father get to the car and you both slide into the back and he’s quick to start questioning you “so is he your boyfriend?” And you’re quick to say no. You only just met him an hour ago, he was NOT your boyfriend.

the rest of the ride was silent after your father basically played 21 questions. you just chill texting some of your friends and watching instagram reels til a text pops up on your phone.

you had to think for a second about that. did you want to lie and say you had plans or just tell him nothing? you take a second to decide and choose to tell the truth.

you just decide to leave him on read since your ride pulls up to your house. you and your father get out and he asks you what you want for dinner so he can order it and you tell him then quickly get upstairs.

you get to your room and open the door and are hit my a breeze. damn! you always leave that fan on to make sure you don’t get hit but it’s cold as a motherfucka in here.

you go to your closet and pick out some pijamas and go into your bathroom. you turn on the shower and wait for it to get hot and you step in.

you wash your body and just think. did you really wanna go on this date with connie? you know if you were to get hurt your father would handle the situation, so that wasn’t a worry.

you were worried about yourself, you didn’t want yourself to fall for him just cause he makes you feel nice and can give you butterflies. he could be just live everybody else.

but he might not be. it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance and by now you already know what to look out for. so you turn off the shower and go out to your room.

you grab your shea butter and body oils, to lotion yourself and get dressed. as soon as you’re done, you decide to text connie back.

you can’t help but smirk to yourself in anticipation of what was to come tomorrow. you were gonna enjoy this

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part 11

I decided we needed a bit of an outsider view on Y/n and the Vee's as its so easy to get stuck in your little bubble, plus Angel being shifty needed to be sorted!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve

“You thought this was a date?” you asked in a bit of shock. Humming his lips were twitching in amusement. “Well …” you bit your lip and then thought screw it, “I thought you out of everyone would have planned a much better date and more entertaining than posing for cameras and being looked at like shark bait by creepy club owners?” It was now your turn to laugh as his screen once again glitched and he narrowed his eyes.

“You just wait Y/n” as you walked outside you took a deep breath of fresh air.

“With pleasure, Sir” you smirk up at the TV Demon who matched you with one of his own. This night might have been a bust but it definitely was interesting.

It had been a few days since the club opening and you had dealt with seeing articles plastering yours and Vox’s face over them asking ‘who was this Sinner with Vox’ quite well. Which meant you had avoided looking at any news, any articles and any social media for the first day as you were a little embarrassed by the headlines and different opinions demons were saying about you and Vox. You had a few messages off the Vee’s each expressing different emotions about them. Velvette checked to see if you were okay, also complimented you how you made sure to tell the paps that you were wearing her design (and looked hella hawt doing it – her words) while looking good solo and with Vox. Valentino just praised how well you did and when were you going to come to one of his clubs in those outfits, and when you did could he choose it. And Vox. Well, he simply put ‘I always knew we would look good together, don’t think I’ve forgotten about our date’.

Currently you were, however, sat in the Hazbin Hotel at the bar waiting for Angel. He’d been avoiding your calls, texts and now you have had enough of it, you have given him all day to respond to your messages and calls so now he was going to face you whether he wanted to or not. So, eight minutes ago you sent a message: ‘Bar. Downstairs. 10 Minutes. If you don’t come, I’ll drag you out of your room myself’. A cocktail sat in front of you untouched as you counted down the minutes. You knew he wasn’t at work today as you’d checked with Valentino and Husk the bartender had been very informative that Angel had dragged himself to his room this morning and hadn’t emerged yet. Husk was currently wiping over a few glasses sending you questioning glances every minute or so.

Nine Minutes. Tapping your nails on the counter you start to count the seconds from the clock hung on the wall.

“What are you going to do if he doesn’t come down?” Husk’s deep voice distracts you from counting. 45 seconds.

“Drag him out kicking and screaming”, you smile serenely picking up your cocktail to have a sip. His eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Little thing like you?” Smirking into your drink you shrug, placing your drink down. 20 seconds. You really didn’t want to have to yank Angel out of his room, but you would. Bracing your hands on the bar you go to push yourself up when a very hungover Angel slumped into the bar stool next to you.

“Good evening, stranger” you chirp, irritating the already grumpy sinner.

“What do you want y/n? I’ve had a long night, and I haven’t the fuckin’ energy to deal with your positive mood”, chuckling at his moaning you slide the sipped cocktail in front of him. Eyeing you he quickly downs it, flinching at the excess alcohol you asked Husk to put in there. Choking he tries to clear his throat as you turn on your stool to face him head on.

“Why are you avoiding me?” You ask. Face now devoid of humour, you stare at his mismatched eyes catching the flinch he tried to hide.

“Who says I’m avoiding you?” He mumbles, motioning for Husk to bring him another drink.

“Me, idiot. We used to see each other nearly every day, if not at least once or twice a week and now you don’t respond to my messages, you don’t answer my calls, you are always busy when I pop to see you at work. What would you call that if not avoidance?” Waiting for him to finish his sip, you tap your nails in annoyance when he evaded looking you in the eyes.

“Look toots, these things happen. People grow apart. That’s what happens in show business, you should get used to it.”

“Please tell me that is not it?” eyes narrowing at him. “That I am finally getting a bit of recognition and you aren’t happy about it?”

“I ain’t that pathetic” he snarled at you, fists clenching around his drink.

“Well thank Lucifer for that, then what is it?”

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, contemplating what to say before he finally just snapped: “it’s who you are hanging around with to get that ‘recognition’”.

Ahh. Okay.

“You don’t like me spending time with the Vee’s?” You confirm, tilting your head eyeing him as he struggles with his words.

“Obviously honey! They ain’t good people!”

“We’re in Hell babe, who is?” You waft your hand around to make your point. If you were good people, you’d not be in Hell.

Scrunching his face in concern, he reaches over and grabs your hand. “Look y/n, you don’t know what you are getting into. You don’t know who or what they are like!”

“Like you did when you signed your contract?” Low Blow, you know but you needed to get your point across. “I know you are trying to protect me Angel, and I appreciate it. But you pulling away and avoiding me is only going to have me going to them more. I am not stupid. I know what I’m doing. I know who they are and what they have done. I mean have you really forgotten who you are speaking too here?” You squeeze his hand, offering him a small smile.

“I know you are clever and can play their game as well as the best, but I’m just worried they’re going to trap you somehow”. Your eyes drop to where he pulls at his choker necklace with a small gold tag. Hmm.

“Then that’ll be my own fault. But I swear, they aren’t getting near my soul. I made one deal with Velvette and that is just to showcase her clothes and me singing at her catwalk okay – that’s it. Nothing more, they know that.” I keep my eyes on his so he could see how serious I was.

After a few tense moments he nodded in surrender and tiredly rubbed his face with his other hand. Asking Husk for two shots of vodka you push the other in front of Angel.

“Apology shot?” A small smile graced his face as he clinks your glasses together before you both finish them off.

Watching you for a moment he starts, “So…” you scrunch your nose up at the taste of the shot, you forgot how much you disliked vodka, shoving the glass back on the bar. “How are your suga’ daddies and momma treatin’ you?” Snorting in amusement you throw him a look.

“I’m still living in my shit house that I call an apartment and working every job that is worth taking if that’s what you’re asking”, accepting another shot off Husk.

“Oh, they’ve not offered you to move in yet?” Choking on the shot you slap your chest to remove the alcohol from your windpipe.

“I wear Velvette’s clothes, not shag the Vee’s babe, why would they ask me to move in with them?” You questioned.

“Hmm, I dunno know toots. I saw the photos”, his eyes lit up in amusement as he started pulling them up on his phone. “I mean big ol’ Voxxie looked like he was just about ready to devour you – which woulda been so hot. Which reminds me, do ya need any pointers? I know it’s been a longggg time for you” your cheeks were on fire from blushing as you shove a laughing Angel away from you. Dick.

“Ain’t it like riding a bike?” You tease back trying to lessen the blush from your face.

“What type of bike are you ridin’ doll?” if you weren’t so glad you both were now okay, you’d have cursed him out by now.  After a few more teasing comments about your lack of skill or sex life you glared. His teasing smile lessened a bit, sipping on his drink he decided to throw you a curveball, “ya know, Valentino messaged me the other night and not about work”.

Eyebrow quirking you tilt your head: “What about?”

“He cursed me out for ditching you at that club opening”, ah bugger. You remembered him typing furiously on his phone that night but you didn’t even think he’d contact Angel.

“Oh Angel, I am so sorry babe I didn’t think he’d say anything to you!” Waving off your apology he shrugged.

“I shouldn’t have ditched ya so I deserved it … but you looked like you enjoyed yourself anyway”, his teasing smile came back making another blush raise on your cheeks.

“I didn’t know Vox was going to be there, he hadn’t said anything to me. He told me Valentino messaged him to get dressed and meet me”. You defended yourself a bit against the teasing Sinner.

“Val told Vox to meet you?” Angel’s eyebrows scrunched up on his forehead.

“I was just as confused as you are now, I figured the club scene was more Val’s than Vox’s.”

“Huh” eyeing you with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “Ya really got them wrapped around your little finger now ain’t cha”, rolling your eyes it was your turn to laugh at him.

“Hardly! If I did, don’t you think I’d be living in a gorgeous apartment, have a nice car and not having to work another day in my undead life?” you reason with him. Having the Vee’s wrapped around your little finger, that’ll be the day.

“Mhmm … but you’ve got Velvette giving you free clothes”-

“-Which I promote for her, help design and plus I’ve gotta sing at her catwalk show” you interrupt.

“Okay fair but you’ve got Valentino bossin’ around Vox for you, sending you cutesy shit – yes I’ve seen the messages and photos – and you’ve got Vox looking like a panting dog chasin’ ya around on those photos on the articles. And probably more shit but the cameras just aint caught it!”

Mouth opening and closing as you try to come up with a counter argument, you eventually shut your mouth with a snap. He was right – not about Vox chasing you around the carpet he had actually helped you, but the rest was kinda correct.

“You might not have them completely wrapped around it but toots you are pretty darn close”. He surmised with a smug smirk.

Gulping a little you bite your lip: “What do I do?”

Shrugging, he awkwardly smiles at you: “Ain’t for me to say darlin’, but whatever you do be safe … and have fun”.

Licking your bottom lip, you play around with your empty shot glass on the counter so you didn’t have to look at him. “If … hypothetically I did, how did you so beautifully put it – wrap them round my little finger and have fun – you wouldn’t start avoiding me again would ya?” you questioned, running your finger around the rim of the glass.

Snorting in amusement, one of his arms wrapped around your neck as he placed an exaggerated kiss on your cheek.

“Doll face. You are stuck with me now! Hey if you’re up living it large with those Vee’s I want a Lamborghini for my birthday”, he teased. Tenseness fading from your body you laugh and give him a squeeze around his hips. Angel was one of your true friends in Hell, you’d be lost without him. “Plus, I can give you the low down on how to get Val off”.

“Ew Angel!!” Shoving him off you he bursts out laughing. Clutching his stomach as you scoff at him, blush burning your ears. A buzz from your pocket distracts you from a cackling Angel, pulling it out your jeans pocket you see a message from Vox: ‘Me and Val need to speak to you about an opportunity, I’ll send a car for you’. Peeking up through your hair you see that smug grin on Angel’s face.

Rolling your eyes you give him a snarky smirk in return: “sorry my suga’ daddies are calling” you wink at him as you both laugh. Texting Vox the address, to which he responded: ‘I know’ you scoff. Course he would know. Finishing the last shot you give Angel a quick kiss on the cheek and thank Husk while putting down some money to pay for the numerous drinks.

“I will be seeing you later babes!” He promised to text you tomorrow and you left, happy that you two had buried the hatchet and feeling so much lighter than you have for a few days.

Stepping outside the hotel you spy a black car pull up. Hurrying down the steps you are surprised when a sinner gets out the driver’s seat and opens the back door for you with a small bow in your direction. Okay. That’s new. Thanking them you slide in and relax in the lush leather seating. Perhaps having them a little bit wrapped round your finger is a good thing?

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[bcacstuff]

I think people will jump and say he’s dating her but the facts are still facts. They haven’t seen each other (that we know of) outside hyrox related stuff. He didn’t go watch her in Birmingham when he was in London for St Patrick’s day, he didn’t go watch her when he had a free day in Paris instead of going to Germany which is a short flight and he was signed up then to. I think he enjoys these competitions and would like to compete but couldn’t this year. I think he is her friend and supports her as friends do. I think they did not stay at the same hotel just as she stayed at a hotel in Glasgow instead of at his house, where he has friends stay all the time. Including female friends like Marina. I truly get a brother sister vibe from what I’ve seen. Men and women can be friends. I’d say they don’t flaunt the friendship because of his crazy fans but they’re not hiding it either, which I think they’d be much more discreet if actually dating. Anyway that’s my take on it as I’m sure you’re getting bombarded with anons. Also I still don’t believe that’s her with him at lunch. But again my take.

Thank you Anon, you're message sums it up in a realistic way which I can agree on. Next to the 3 times they met (that we know of), all the time fitness/Hyrox related, there's a huge list of facts that we know of that just leaves us with the conclusions you made in your post. You didn't even summed up all of them but just a few.

The thing is people go overboard when something fits their narrative, and make much more of it than there really is to see. In this case he's already the 'perfect stepdad' and people jump to the conclusion that he's 'only in London for her'. No idea how they know, they're all not there and he's been so many times to London, a place he lived for years, has many friends there, his agent is there... and I can go on for a while. He has a bank holiday, so not such a surprise he's in London to begin with.

It happens in all fractions however, they all take what fits their narrative, and when it doesn't they're all quick to jump to all the excuses they can think of. The woman is paid, she's a beard, the fan that posted the video is a PR plant, she's a liar. It's actually disgusting how people get attacked. I've felt these attacks myself as well (I just need to look at my inbox). You can see it in the comments of the fan who now also posted her video on IG:

I don't know about you all, but how disgusting are these accusations. (and btw. I do know very well who the cherylecheryl account on IG is, and it isn't the one P always claims it is! Yes I have proof for that).

This doesn't only happen by this account, which is btw. not a shipper (so you make your guess) but I saw similar accusations on shipper blogs as well, amongst others calling her a liar.

I don't know why this is necessary. Why can't we just accept that he's having female friends as well, or can have a lunch near a Hyrox location and then go there to see her race? The same happened so many times in the past as well, whenever I posted a video of him having lunch, or a drink with a female person. A short video, or even just a picture, a moment in time. And people start to argue and fight and call others names and accuse them of all bad things. WHY?

I told you earlier today, it is Liberation Day here in the Netherlands. 79 years ago the Netherlands was freed of the Nazi occupations by the allied forces. Half of the Netherlands was freed a year before, the other half had to endure the hunger winter and another year of oppression since Operation Market Garden failed halfway.

I told you a number of times, I live very close to the German border, it's just a 10 minute walk away. Here in the place we live, our liberation celebration is always shared with our German neighbours. Representatives of the collaborating cross-border organisations and even representatives of the Deutsche Bundestag are invited as speakers. They are always impressed and very grateful to share the celebrations with us Dutch inhabitants of this border village.

The message is always simple, freedom and peace is not a given fact, it's not granted, we have to cherish it, we all have to work on it every day. A line on a map, being an inhabitant of another country doesn't change that. Having another opinion, should not be a reason for hate, violence, aggression. We can have different opinions, we just need to be adult enough to accept it.

I don't want to compare this fandom to the wars and differences in the world, loss of lives and all the grief and terrible, horrible situations people need to survive in. But I do wonder if there can be so much aggression and hate thrown at people over a simple thing like SH having a lunch with a woman, how on earth are we able to make this world a more peaceful place?

Now have a thought about that! Thank you for listening to my TED talk

[lucerothings1]

Night out on the town.

Warnings: gay sex, smut, male reader, top Marlon, bottom reader, anal, oral, ass play, use of the name baby boy for reader, Sir kink, consensual sex.

~~~~~~~Enjoy~~~~~~~

“Okay that’s it cut that was amazing everyone take 15 and we’ll be back” your director yelled to you and the rest of the cast as you had just wrapped up a scene. “Pssss Y/n” one of your costars had yelled to you as you looked her way “Come” she said again waving you over as she was on her make up stand getting a touch up.

“What’s the matter Elizabeth” you responded as you made your way up to her “Oh nothing you I just wanted to invite you to a small gathering the rest of us will be having tonight at a club not far from here I’ll slip you the information later” “I’m flattered but I’m not to sure I’m tired and I gotta go through some more lines” “Shush I ain’t taking no for an answer now you better not flake on me now Y/n L/n you hear me” she responded in a snap as you only sighed and nodded to her back. “That’s what I thought now go on we only get brakes so often” she said winking at you as you smiled and headed towers your make up chair as well.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

Hello Mr.L/n a young man knocking at your trailer said to you as you opened the door. “Yes what can I do for you” “um Ms.Elizabeth asked me to give this to you” he said handing you a pics of paper. “Okay thank you” you said to him as you opened the envelope as he walked away and there it was the address and name of club that they were all meeting up signed with her name and a quick “ Don’t be late” you read and signed as you put the note in your pocket and went on to head twords your hotel.

As you where now in your hotel room and now had your chosen lade out for you as you looked your way trough your options off what to wear. At the end you had decided for the regular knitted polo and pleated trousers as you finished your hair and getting ready and dressed. As you went outside now as you got a cab “wWhere to sir” “um this address” you gave the driver the Nate as her hummed in agreement and so you where off .

“Ah finally you’re here” Elizabeth cheered at you as she pulled you into a hug “Good to be here Beth” you responded and hugged back. “Okay come come” she told you as she brought you to everyone” “Everyone” you said lifting up a hand to everyone as you also eyed guy that wasn’t in the cast.

“Ah yes Y/n I want you to meet a friend of mine invited, Y/n meet Marlon Marlon meet Y/n” “Hello Y/n nice to meet you” Marlon said to you giving you his hand. “Hi Marlon like wise” you responded and took his hand shaking it. “Okay let’s party” Elizabeth yelled as to everyone cheered and yelled in agreement to her.

“So Y/n what you do for a living” Marlon said to you as he found you by a both sitting and drinking your drink. “Im an actor I’ve been working with Elizabeth for the past few months on a project what about you” you responded “Me to although I haven’t had the pleasure of working with Beth we just met by a friend of a friend” he responded to you.

~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~

~~~~~~Okay for what we here for okay sorry~~~~~~

“I’m gonna head back Beth okay I’ll see you Monday okay” “Okay fine I’m happy you came and thank you” she said as she rubbed at your hair mad you smiled and nodded back as you walked on outside as you heard a familiar voice. “Hey Y/n where you going” Marlon yelled running outside “I’m going back the my hotel I’m done for the night to many people” you said to him as he looked like he had an idea. “Okay give me a minute” he said running back inside and coming outside with his jacket “I’ll go with” he said you you “No Marlon stay here it’s fine really” “No I insist I had fun tonight with you haven’t had a friend like that in a long time” he said yo you “Okay then” “Good but we’ll go to my home I’ve got the good stuff over there” he said as you smiled and nodded not trying to fight a fight you clearly went going to win.

“Thank you good man” Marlon yelled at the cab driver that had driven you both to his place. “Okay come in” he said as he kicked off his shoes at the door shouting it behind both of you as you both entered “here take your shoes off feel at home” he said to you as you obeyed and kicked your own off as well. As you now followed him to what you were guessing was the kitchen “ So you want something to drink” He questioned “Oh no I’m fine” you responded “Oh no I insist” he said as he poured you a drink and handed it to you. “Thanks” you said taking a drink.

And at that point you could tell something changed inside him as he looked eyes with you as you both separated your cups away from your lips and you licked away at your lips and he bit on his as his eyes went dark but lust and your as well and in the heat of the moment in just one second it was as if you both knew you wanted each other and craved of each others touch as you both gulped and crushed into each other as your lips quickly found his.

“Fuck come here” Marlon moaned as he picked you up from your legs and took you to what you think to be his room as you where both still without separating not even for air. Until he placed you on your his bed which have you both a few minutes for you yanked off your shirt and he his as you gazed to his god like structure and he to you as if you were a meal to him. “God I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you since the moment I saw you” he said to you as he grabbed ahold of your face crushing your lips onto his again.

As you separated from his soft lips and started to kiss his body as you started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants “You think it’s fair that only you get to see me naked” Marlon said breathlessly as he pulled you up and started to uncle your own pants as you both found each others lips again. Soon you both now were in your only underwear as he pushed you down again as you smiled to him as he slipped off his underwear and your as well.

“Come here love” Marlon said to you “Why don’t you” you responded as you said to him as you pulled him down on to the bed and you got up switching both your places as he sat with his legs open at the edge of this bed as he displayed his large thick fella in all his glory as his cock stood hard and long as you felt mesmerized as you went onto your knees and took ahold of his member and started pumping it at a slow pace as you looked eyes to him again

“Mm please baby don’t tease me” Marlon said “Oh love wouldn’t even think of it” you responded with a smile as you got closer as you could hear him breath heavy as he felt your warm breath near his tip and soon after your mouth. “Oh that’s good baby, Oh your mouth is so warm” he moaned out as he placed a hand on top of your head and the other holding onto the sheets as he was being pleasured.

As what was you being in control was now him grabbing you by your hair as he started to thrust into you making you take him whole. “Uh yeah that’s it baby boy yeah take my big dick” Marlon moaned as he continued to fuck your mouth on his cock as he could hear the sweet sounds of you gagging as you tapped his leg as a sign you needed air. “Uhh fuck” you gasped out mouth covered in his precum and your spit “Sorry baby are you good” Marlon said to you as he held your face with his hands making you look at him.

“Yeah I’m good just a bit out of breath but I’m good now” you told him with a reassuring smile “Okay then get back down there we’re not done yet” Marlon told you as you obeyed and opened your mouth greeting his cock with another warm welcome. “U-uh fuckk I’m cumming swallow it baby all of it” Marlon yelled as you felt him tug at your hair pulling you down while you felt his warm white load painted you’re throat as you swallowed it all and lastly sucked out every drop as you came off his cock witch a pop from your mouth leaving if all sensitive.

“How’d I do sir” you said to him wiping your lips face red “Sir huh I like the sound of that and you did amazing baby come up lay on your back” Marlon responded words you with a bit of raspiness in his voice as you didn’t think twice as you laid down next to him as he got on his knees on the bed

“Come on open your legs for me baby. I wanna see you." He said as he got a hold of your ankles and helped you open your legs and lift them up “God your flexible that comes in handy” he said smirking at you as his gaze soon slid on what he was waiting to see “Just look at that pretty hole of yours baby boy” he said arching down as he placed both his hands on your ass stretching it out to get a better look at you “It just looks sweet but let’s see if that true no” Marlon teased as he got lower and you felt his tongue lick at your entrance.

“No I was right it’s sweet alright” he said again smiling at you as he went beck down and started to kiss at your entrance soon after fucking you with his tongue. “U-uh that’s good yeah right there” you moaned out pushing Marlon down as he had you once before as you felt him smile and his hot breath tease you with his tongue still at work and his lips kissing you. Soon after he got up and started to lay next to you “What happened” “Oh I’m not done yet baby” he said kissing at your lips as he reached down back to your hole as you felt his middle finger work its way inside you.

“Uh-uh” you moaned out breaking the kiss “That’s just my fingers now imagine what will eh of you when I put my dick inside you” Marlon whispered in your ear still working you open. What was one then became two and then three fingers “I think that good enough don’t you” he said agin whispering to you as you nodded fast in agreement “Good boy” he said as he pulled his fingers out.

“Okay think you deserve my fella here” Marlon said slapping his hardened tip onto your entrance teasingly. “Yea please Marl-ow” you came to a halt as he slapped your ass with his hand “That’s sir to you” he said with his eyes filled with lust “Sorry sir please I need you I beg of you” you said grabbing a hold of his wrist. “Okay baby” he said to you kissing you again as he started to push his tip inside you as you felt a pain soon turned pleasure.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing amazing” he said pulling you close “Uh yeah” you both moaned at the same time. “I’m in now can I move” Marlon said to you “Please do sir” you moaned out felling full of him as he started to softly rock his hips as he let you go laying you down on your back again as you pulled on the sheets felling his thick member pull in and put hitting your prostate every time “Yeah boy take go on it baby” he moaned now starting a faster pace as you started to feel him stretching you out you almost thought he might even leave you gaping after he was done with you.

“Uh fuck yeah sir yeah right there” you moaned “Uh yeah that’s it baby right there huh think I found your prostate” Marlon said with a teasing smirk as he purposely started to rock his hips directing his cock to that bundle of nerves that made you go crazy. “No stop” you moaned out “What what’s wrong” “Nothing I just want to ride that horse of yours” you said getting up as you pushed him down “Sit” you said to him pushing him as you got on top of him “Come on baby give me that ass of your again” Marlon said as he got ahold of your waist and pulled you to him as you grabbed ahold of his cock sitting on it once again as you felt him fill you up again as you began to rock your hips as you belt him go even dipper inside you if that was even possible.

“Uh yeah that’s good”Marlon moaned pulling you down to him as you both connected your lips together again. As he soon lead towards your neck marking you with purple and red marks of love as you later felt his tongue now on your nipple as he left bruises on them as well while you continued to rock your hips as you felt Marlon’s hand reach your dick as he started to tug at it “U-uh fuck Marlon I’m close” you moaned “Me to baby come on cum with me” Marlon moaned out as he looked up at you pulling you close “Uh fuckk” you both moaned out as you both erupted you all over his hand shooting at his chest as Marlon cummed inside you as you felt his warm white cum as he painted your velvet walls white.

“Oh that was amazing baby” Marlon said as you separated from each other hands “Truly was” you breathlessly said as you noticed that he picked up a bit of your cum with his finger and placed it inside his mouth sucking on his finger. “God how are you delicious from every where baby” Marlon said “What you think I’m sweet” you told him “Mhm” Marlon responds nodding “Well your not to bad your self Mr.Marlon” “So Sir and now Mr.” Marlon said with a quiet my look and a raised eyebrow “Yeah and there a lot more from where that come from” you said to him “What the name calling or the sex” he said smirking “Well why not both” you responded getting a hold of his face and crushing his lips with yours. “I’d like that” he said separating from your lips.

“Now I’m tired and I want sleep and I want to sleep with you on my said” Marlon said to you as he picked you up off him and placed you to his right “Why I didn’t take you for the cuddle type” “Well I am when I want to be but I also want to tap that ass of your tomorrow” he said kissing you again.

Authors note: Hello everyone just wanted to post this and to let everyone know to feel free and sen in your requests and I’ll write I’m finally feeling motivated but if you don’t send in a plot then I’ll do smut with no plot but if for some reason I might make a plot. Send in your request :)

[acewritesfics]

Peaky Caps and Razorblades | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: from @/runnning-outof-time

Warnings: Swearing. Established relationship. Fluffiness. Things get a little heated but no smut.

Word Count: 832

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Y/N awakens to the other side of the bed empty and still made letting her know that Tommy has not come to bed yet. Pulling the blankets back, she slips from the bed and makes her way down the stairs, seeing the faint golden light coming from the kitchen.   

“Fucking hell,” she hears Tommy curse along with an audible wince.   

“Tommy, sweetheart, what are you doing?” She questions the head of the Peaky Blinders as she steps inside the kitchen, finding him sat at the table, shirtless with a pack of razor blades, a spool of cotton thread and some needles laying in front of him while his peaky cap and a needle were in his hands.  

“I was trying something,” is all he says before he lets out a swear, poking himself with the needle.  

“Let me have a look,” she says making him push his chair back so she can sit on his lap. Taking the needle and cap from him, making sure not to cut herself with the blade already placed in there. “I am a seamstress, after all.”  

“Do you think you’ll one day be sewing blades in to dresses?” He quips as he watches her as she holds the blade between the folds of the cap and begins to sew it in.  

“I was thinking purses,” she jests, concentrating on what she’s doing so she doesn’t poke and cut herself. “That way if a man tries to steal it or tries to do worse, it’ll do as much damage as this cap could. What or who in the world gave you this idea?” 

“I don’t know why I thought of it,” he admits. “No one expects a hat to be a weapon. We can’t use guns so we need to get inventive.” 

“But you have guns,” she points out.  

“And now we have hats,” he says, picking up his glass of whiskey and takes a drink. 

It takes Y/N around forty minutes, with Tommy providing an occasional distraction, to get the blades stitched in to his cap. 

“Watch yourself, alright?” She tells him as she hands him the cap back. “Don’t want you coming home with cuts in your hands because you’ve held your hat the wrong way.” 

“I should get you to do the all the other peaky caps too,” he says admiring her work while taking in her warning as he holds it more carefully. 

“I might have to charge you for the others,” she quips as she goes to stand up, only for Tommy to toss the hat on to the table and pull her back down on his lap. This time she’s facing him with her legs on either side of his with his hands gripping her thighs. 

“Name your price, sweetheart,” he smiles, his hands travelling up her nightgown that was pushed up to her hips so she could sit on his lap. 

“£2,” she breathes out at the feeling of his fingers tracing over her more sensitive area.  

“Per hat? Don’t you think that’s a little steep?” He asks, leaning in to kiss her neck as he begins negotiating with her.  

“Razorblades are a luxury, Mr. Shelby,” she tells him fighting the urge to let out a moan. But her attempts fail when Tommy pulls the lower half of her body against him. “And I haven’t finished yet,” she adds, her eyes closed and her voice filled with pleasure as her hands grip the back of his neck. 

“Continue on then,” he tells her moving his lips from her neck to her jawline and slowly up her jawline to her sweet spot under her ear. 

“You’re to take me away for a weekend, somewhere in the country where we can fuck all day without any interruptions,” she tells him moving her hands down his bare chest to his trousers. 

Before she can undo them, there’s a loud knock on the door, proving her point of needing to have a uninterrupted weekend away from everyone.  

Sighing, she drops her head on Tommy’s shoulder, to hide her disappointment before she climbs off his lap and kisses him once more. She moves back up the stairs to their bedroom, leaving Tommy to answer the door in the middle of the night.  

The sun is beginning to rise when Tommy finally slips himself into bed next to his wife. He props himself up on his elbow, leaning in to kiss her shoulder, necks and cheek causing her to stir awake.  

"The hat worked," he mutters kissing her shoulder once more before laying down, an arm across her waist, pulling her body against hers. He rests his head on her shoulder, kissing her cheek. "Arthur and John want their hats done next." 

"That's good, sweetheart," she replies sleepily as she reaches behind her and pats his cheek.  

"You've got yourself a deal," he says as he closes his eyes, feeling sleep begin to overtake him. "We'll go out to the countryside this weekend. No fucking interruptions."  

[stillmonsterz]

it's gonna get better (teaser)

(this is the final part to brave it together)

pairing: jay x reader genre: suggestive, angst, slight humor summary: your tumultuous tryst with jay might have ended, but your relationship with the karma club and its members has only grown more entangled. a winter trip to the swiss alps tests your friendships, your willingness to lie, and your resolve in staying away from jay. despite your previous inclinations towards isolation, you're starting to realize, a little too late, that being around people isn't too bad. content: drinking, drug usage, sexual themes, rape mentions, murder mentions, suicide mentions, threats, more to come. estimated word count: 20k

taglist: @moon7jay @belowbun @bambangan @praliliaaa @jjklvr9 @iveivory @magicshop1913 @sseobonggs (if i forgot you, please let me know!)

It took you until evening to gain even a semblance of your composure. You had spent some time working on your scarf, mindlessly purling and knitting. You had tried to watch a movie, but your eyes grew unfocused. Finally, you had decided to lie on your bed as you did at the motel, staring at your ceiling. If you focused, you could still smell Jay's woodsy, spicy scent, as though it had permeated the very walls of your room.

When dinnertime approached, you stripped down to your underwear and examined yourself in the mirror. Your body was a patchwork of fresh skin and mottled bruises that Jay had given you over the past month. When you raised your arm, you could see the nail marks he had made. As usual, bright red hickeys adorned your neck. You’d have to cover them up again so no one would get any ideas.

Then you realized that this was the last time you’d have to cover up a mark that Jay had given you. After this, the evidence of what the two of you had had would fade away, your cells would replenish, and it would be as though he had never touched you in the first place.

It didn’t seem right, that you and Jay were finished. At any second, as you rummaged around in your closet for an outfit to wear, you imagined that Jay would burst inside of your room, demanding something. He’d lie on your bed again, smoking your cigarettes while complaining about how they tasted. He’d tell you that he had been joking, that he had never intended to leave you, that you were his. He would kiss you again, choking you in his grip.

Instead, the minutes dragged on, and Jay never showed up. You pinched the inside of your arm and once again, you didn’t feel a thing. Just a dull register of a sensation.

After you got dressed in your usual sweater and long skirt, you checked your phone. You had gotten a text from Riki.

Riki: how’s my favorite traitor 😂

You: Not a traitor. Didn’t betray anyone.

Riki: when you give me an explanation for saying one of my friends raped you in a group chat literally called “anti-kc”

Riki: then you can be not a traitor

You had to admit, the evidence against you was stacked. 

Riki: are u ready yet

Riki: i’m hungry

Riki: i’m thinking i’ll get the “she lied” salad with the “our friendship is ruined” combo

Riki: the “i can’t believe i was going to take her to cliffside laser tag” meal 

You: That was never going to happen.

Riki: stop

Riki: haven’t u done enough

Riki: maybe a side of “lying wench” chips

You: Are you done?

Riki: not even close.

You: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

Riki: good

Riki: that’s plenty of time

Riki: the “hoes mad” burger with the “she’s a bird” fries

Riki: crisp waffle fries with extra salt

Riki: ketchup representing the shed blood

He kept going on like that, so you turned your phone off. It bothered you that you couldn’t tell Riki the truth. Well, you could. But if you told him that Jay raped you, and Riki somehow found out that you had been hooking up with Jay for the past month, you would look insane. Or like an idiot. How could you explain something that you didn't even understand? No, you’d rather have Riki hate you than tell him the convoluted truth.

You were used to Karma Club members hating you, anyways.

–

Dinner with Jake and Riki at Stoker’s cafeteria was as insufferable as you had imagined. Bundled under a coat and a high-necked sweater that masked the marks made last night, you wordlessly ate your meal while Riki and Jake talked. Riki sat on the right side of you, jostling you whenever he would gesticulate wildly as he recounted some story. You weren’t really paying attention to anything he said. Your focus was on Jake, on the way he bit his lip as he looked between you and Riki.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jake said slowly, setting his fork down, “but are you and Wednesday, uh…”

Riki winced, and you marveled at his acting prowess. “It sort of just happened,” Riki said. “ We were at the party, and she came to see me, and well, I just went for it. It wasn’t like I meant to steal your girl or anything.

“No, no, no,” Jake said, waving his hands furiously. “No, it’s fine. She wasn’t my girl, never was, never…haha. You guys are cute together, honestly. Same age and everything.” Nervously, he started folding his paper towel into small, neat squares. 

“No, I really should have told you,” Riki lied, swallowing a bite of chicken breast. 

“It’s cool,” Jake said through gritted teeth. “Why would I want to know if my best friend and the girl I, uh, know, have a thing? That’s none of my business.” 

“Glad you understand,” Riki said, beaming at Jake. 

Jake got up from the table. “Gonna take a leak,” he muttered before staggering away from the long bench. 

As soon as Jake disappeared from view, Riki’s face fell.

“What are you doing?” you asked. “Why are you telling Jake we’re together?”

Riki leaned towards you so that he could whisper. The Stoker dining hall was relatively full at this hour, mainly by students from other dorms, and you were beginning to learn that there were eyes and ears all over Sadame University. “Because,” he began, voice thick with anticipation, “things were getting way too dicey in our dorm. “For whatever reason, things between Jake and Jay got worse after last night. Jake’s skittish as fuck, and Jay’s acting like he wants to kill Jake. I figure this has something to do with you.”

You winced. 

“It’s no good,” Riki continued. “Jake’s been going to Jungwon’s room and pacing around and shitting himself and whatever. Remember how I told you that there has to be a balance to shitstirring?”

“I do recall that.”

“This is it,” he said. Riki used his hands to mimic a scale, one hand representing a plate dipping too low. “Right now, tensions are too high. That’s no fun, you know? So I have to even things out.” Riki brought both of his hands to the same level. “If I redirect their attention, make myself the target, then they’ll both hate me instead. But they like me, so nothing bad will happen.”

With your index finger, you pressed down on the palm of one of his hands, forcing it downwards. “What if something bad does happen to you?”

Riki pushed against your finger, steadying his hands once more. “It won’t. I know you and everyone else loves to pretend like the Karma Club members have their own special brand of evil, that we’re just, like, complete sociopaths, but I know them.”

“It’s been three months…”

“A lot can happen in three months,” Riki said. If you reflected on the path your life had taken in merely one month, you would be forced to agree with him. 

You pulled your hand away from his and sighed. “Why do you like bad things so much? What about good things?”

“That’s not true,” Riki said. “I love good things. I like bad things too. I’m a very deep person.”

“As deep as a kiddy pool,” you said. 

“Don’t make me laugh,” Riki said. “I’m still mad at you for trying to fuck us over.”

You thought about arguing with him, but you decided against it. Riki felt like a true friend to you - at least, he had felt like a true friend - but the thought of baring your soul to him only for him to be unreceptive to your sorrows made you feel sick. You pushed your plate of food away.

“You know, for a while there I almost thought Jay had like a weird thing for you,” Riki said offhandedly, cutting another piece of chicken breast and spearing it with a fork. “I know, I know, it doesn’t make much sense considering he hates your fucking guts. But the dedication with which he hates your guts was scary. Elite hatred. What did you even do to the guy, anyways?”

“Nothing,” you said, “which seems to be the problem.”

Riki chewed his food, staring into space with a thoughtful expression. “He still hasn’t brought Isa over,” Riki said. 

“Maybe you just haven’t noticed,” you said. Memories of that night with him in his dorm room, sex tinged with a faint hint of romance, your limbs tangled together in post-coital bliss, spun through your mind. 

“No, he explicitly said, ‘Don’t let that bitch Isa get near my room or I swear to God I’ll kill you all,’” Riki said, mimicking Jay’s voice perfectly. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, then.”

“I just always found it weird,” Riki said slowly, “I’ve never seen him be nice to her at all, besides when I would come to the library to pick you up to get a smoothie and I would see them flirting or whatever. Isn’t that so weird? Like, why would Jay get close to Isa in public? Specifically, at the library.”

The hickeys still marring your neck felt as though they were burning, and you scratched at them absentmindedly. “Yeah, weird…”

“Hey,” Riki said in an unusually light voice. “How did you get home last night?”

Riki’s long bangs had fallen into his face, obscuring his eyes. For the best, as you didn’t know how you’d be able to look into them. “What?”

“How’d you get home?” Riki repeated. 

“Uber and a bus,” you said. 

Riki nodded and leaned away. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” Jake asked. He swung his legs over the bench and settled into his spot again.

“Interesting she’s okay with us sharing a room, considering she’s just so, so shy,” Riki said, putting his arm around you in a constricting half-embrace. “The third-floor bedroom has two single beds, right?”

Jake’s lips twitched. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “It does. Jungwon and I were thinking about taking that one, though.”

Riki waved his free hand dismissively. “Just sleep together, Powerpuff girls style.”

“Fuck off,” Jake said with a smile, playfully pushing at Riki.

“You’re going to knock your soup over,” you said, but it was too late. Jake’s chicken noodle soup sloshed over the table, staining the crisp, white tablecloth. 

“Aw, man,” Jake said, pouting slightly.

Riki shoveled the last of his chicken breast into his mouth. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “This is the second tablecloth we’ve fucked up.” 

“Third,” Jake said, picking bits of pasta off of himself. “When we left Sunoo alone with the chili and he fucking-,”

Riki laughed. “Oh shit, yeah.” Riki stood up and held his hand out towards you, his gaze imploring. Reluctantly, you loosely joined hands with him, and he pulled you to your feet. “Come on, let’s go watch the Scream movies.”

“No,” Jake whined. “I wanted to watch the Amazing Spiderman.”

“No one asked,” Riki said, pulling you along with him. You stumbled after him, disappearing into Stoker’s dorms. Despite yourself, you scanned every possible corner for a hint of Jay, a trace of his breath, the sound of his sardonic laughter. 

He wasn’t around.

–

Halfway through the second Scream movie, Riki announced that he had to take a massive shit. 

“And why did you choose to tell us that?” Jake asked, slapping Riki’s leg as he got up from his plush bed. 

Riki shrugged, shimmying between piles of laundry he had left on the floor. “I thought you might need to know about my bowel movements.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, that’s up to you,” Riki said, leaving to use his ensuite. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, Jake scrambled on top of the bed to sit next to you. He had been sitting cross-legged on the floor; Riki had insisted that you sat next to him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jake asked. 

“Tell you what?”

Jake gestured wildly. “That you had a crush on Riki. I guess I could have guessed, but like, come on. Instead, you sort of made me feel like, I don’t know, I might have had a chance at some point…”

Had you? “Uh, it sort of came out of nowhere,” you said, belatedly realizing that you had copied what Riki said almost verbatim.

Pushing his tousled hair back, Jake licked his lips and sighed. “Right. Right, yeah. It’s just that I feel like kind of a dick now.”

“You didn’t do anything,” you said awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t want to seem like I’m being pushy or that I’m entitled to anything, but you could have told me. Or Riki could have told me. I mean, like, you guys were pretty close and everything, but I didn’t think he was into dating…”

The name “Sieun” came to your lips, until you remembered that no one knew that Riki had dated Sieun. “Well-,”

“Like, you didn’t lead me on, I knew you had your own issues and all to sort out, but if you were going to date one of my best friends, I think it’s only fair to tell me. You know, out of…respect for my feelings? And so it wouldn’t be like I was hitting on my friend’s girl.”

If this was how Jake reacted to the mere idea of you and Riki getting together, you didn’t want to know how he’d react if he found out about you and Jay. “Sorry, Jake.”

Jake sighed again, his entire being seeming to deflate. “It’s fine, whatever. It’s cool.” After a period of silence, Jake said, “I don’t even care, you know? I mean, it wasn’t like it was serious. Like I like you and all, but it wasn’t serious.”

“Right.” Then you recalled what he had said at the party, when he had came out of the bathroom so flustered. “You said you had something to tell me, back at the party?”

“Oh. Yeah, that.” Jake slowly made his way to the floor again, one knee tucked into his chest, the other leg spread straight. He looked at the plasma-screen TV mounted to Riki’s wall blankly. “Well, I was going to ask you to go on the KC trip with me. I was going to pay for everything, but I guess Riki is going to take you now…”

You nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.”

Jake bobbed his head up and down slowly, his lips pursed together. “Cool.” 

When Riki came back, Jake stood up as though being pulled by strings. “I’m gonna head in,” Jake muttered. “I’m still a little hungover.”

Riki clapped Jake on the back. “See you, Jake.”

Jake made a little wave, bid you goodnight, and left Riki’s bedroom. Riki sat down beside you and smiled. “So, what’d you guys talk about?”

“He had an episode,” you said flatly. 

“Perfect,” Riki said. “It’s all going according to plan. Now get out of my room.”

You didn’t have to be told that twice. “Good night,” you said, gathering your long skirt up and standing. 

“Good night,” Riki said, zipping his hoodie all the way up and covering his jet-black hair with his hood. “I mean, just night. Bad night. I hope your night is shit.”

You squinted at him. “You’re really bad at this.”

Riki had turned the lights out to fit the gloomy atmosphere of the movie, but you could make out his features via the light from the television. Suddenly, he looked older than his age. “I’m bad at it because I genuinely liked you a lot,” he said quietly. “I saw you as a friend, like a real friend. Everyone knows I really liked you. But you lied on one of my friends, and not something petty. You lied about something really fucked. I thought you’d be above doing something like that. It’s something… something I would probably do.”

“Riki-,”

He pointed at the door. “Out, before I lose my nerve.” 

You wouldn’t tell him the truth, couldn’t tell him the truth. He wouldn’t respect you at all if he knew what you did with the man who sexually assaulted you.

 With some horror, you realized that Riki didn’t know that Jake had a problem. If Riki kept pushing Jake, who knew what he would do? The only thing you could do is trust that Riki knew how to balance the scales of his bizarre game. 

The walk to Fawcett left you with far too much time to reflect. You knew that you had never fully had Jay, that he wouldn’t allow you to possess him in a tangible form. But you hadn’t realized that you would lose your friend, too.

[oreolemur]

Streamer's Worst Nightmare

Working as a streamer, you never showed your face. It was easy to make money having a cute virtual character impersonate you, but after losing a couple of fans, money became tight. “Guess what guys?”, you asked your audience through the stream. “I’m starting an Onlyfans!”. In the chat section you had a mixture of comments complimenting and some shaming you. “I know this may be a bad idea…but at least I’ll let you guys see my face”. Looking at the chat you began to get more supportive replies. “It’ll only be for a short time until I work something out for extra cash. I hope you all subscribe and see more of my personal interests”. Waving goodbye to your fans, you immediately shut off your webcam. “I can’t believe I’m doing this”, you sighed. 

Meanwhile, there was one fan of yours who wasn’t too happy about your decision. “An Onlyfans, huh?”, the man titled his head. “I’m not too happy to hear about that y/n”. He sat in front of his computer, lurking through your socials as he scarfed down a bunch of sweets. “I should pay a visit to her soon”. Crouching at his desk, L took drastic measures to find your location. “I will have you sooner or later, my sweet doll”.

Over the next few days, you began to feel more and more comfortable with your new line of work. “I’m making more than what I do streaming”, you beamed, staring at your financial statistics. “Maybe I should keep this up. Just for a little”. Posting pic after pic and video after video, you decided to open up your messages to give your subscribers a paid one on one chat with you. “Cum to my dm’s and have a little fun with me in private, my loves”, you say, making a vid of yourself in a pink robe. “I’ll be waiting”. 

After making your final post for the day, you spent the entire night trying to reply back to the hundreds of customers who hit your dm’s. “I didn’t know I’d get this much”. Without opening the last few that came in, you got bored. “Nothing new?”, you scoffed. “It’s all the same suggestions”. Before closing your laptop, you received another message. “This one better be good”. Opening it, your eyes widened. “Hello”, it read. “At least this one has a normal greeting”, you smiled.

Messaging the person back, you enjoyed talking to them. “Wow, it’s been 30 minutes and they haven’t asked for anything special yet”. Texting them back, you asked them this. “Are you not interested in seeing anything special tonight?”. Waiting for their reply, you suddenly hear a noise in your living room. “That must be the cat again”, you sighed. Getting up from your bed, you headed that way. “Come here baby”, you signaled your pet. Picking up the furry animal, you walked back towards your room. Seeing the notification come through, you gently put down your cat. As you read the reply, your heart skipped a beat. “W-what?”. Reading the message again, you wanted to make sure that your eyes were working correctly. “Something special? Like your cute fuzzy slippers in the front doorway”, the message read. “This can’t be happening”, you begin to panic. Texting the person back, “What fuzzy slippers? I don’t have any”.  Biting his nails, L stood in front of your bedroom door, “These ones”, he said. 

Feeling a chill go down your spine, your heart beats fast as you froze. “You do have quite an interesting taste in style, doll”. Seeing the man from the corner of your eye, you turned around slowly. “H-How did you get in?”, you asked. He approached you slowly, bending down to your level as you sat on the bed. “Don’t worry about that”, he said. L’s big eyes stared at you, taking note of all of your beautiful facial features. “You know…”, he paused. “You’re more pretty in person…and short too”. He then tried to reach for your face, but you smacked his hand away. “D-don’t touch me”, you said, scooting back. L grabbed your leg, pulling you back towards him. “I’m stronger than I look. I would hate it if you made me get physical with you, my love”, he said. 

“What do you want?”, you asked. “You”, L replied. "M-me? Why me?", you questioned. "If you're some creepy fan that has a crush on me...I won't date you". L tilts his head. "Why you? You're interesting. You interest me in ways no other human has. I want to peel you open. Analyze every inch of your brain until I know everything about you”, he chuckles. Hearing him say that creeped you out even more. L leans forward with each word. As he does so, his long black hair falls around his face, shrouding his eyes from view. "I want to get inside you”. L leans forward even more, until his face is mere inches from yours. His hair, now a tangled mess, conceals his face, but you can see the glint of curiosity and hunger in his eyes. "I want... to devour you." L whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

He tried to grab you, but you dodged it. You fell on the floor, getting up quickly to run away. The man smirked. He liked to watch people try and escape him. He always caught his prey in the end. L follows you, moving surprisingly quickly for somebody as lanky as him. "Where are you going, dear? The game was just getting interesting”. You ran into the living room, tripping over your cat's litter box. "Shit!", you yelled. You got up, heading towards the front door. L chuckled again. He really liked how you were trying to escape. It was so amusing and cute to watch you try and get away from him. L continued his pursuit, closing the ever-shrinking distance between you. "Don't you know that running away only makes me want you more, my dear? The more you resist, the more I crave to devour you”. 

You tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. L was suddenly directly behind you, his lips next to your ear. "It doesn't matter. There is no escaping me at this point, darling. I'm faster. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. You will be mine." L's words send shivers down your spine. He wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling towards you to the bedroom. "Let me go!", you shouted. "Oh, you are so adorable. Trying to act so tough even though you're shaking like a leaf in my grasp. I can feel how tense you are. You know you can't get away from me, but still, you persist. It's so cute!" L continues to drag you to the bedroom, a smug smirk on his face. 

Once inside, he throws you onto the bed as he proceeds to take off his shirt. L tosses his shirt to the side, revealing his pale, lean chest. His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you. "Are you feeling vulnerable, my dear?”. You begin to cry, seeing him get closer and closer to you. "Please go away!", you begged. "Oh, but my darling, we're just getting started." L climbs onto the bed, hovering over you. As he does so, his long black hair falls forward, framing his face again. "You can't run from me. You can't hide from me. I will always find you." He leans down and whispers in your ear. "You're my obsession now”. He rubbed his hands through your hair, pulling on it as he brought your face close to his.  "Shhh... let me hear those pretty cries," L says, placing his finger on your lips. "I want to savor every sound that comes out of you. You're so enticing when you're scared. It's like I'm feasting on a delicious meal”.

He kissed your lips passionately, pushing his tongue past the barrier of your lips. He explored the inside of your mouth, slightly moaning. A trail of spit connected both of your lips and he pulled away. “Now…”, he said. “I want to see more of you”. His hand opened the slit of your robe, exposing your breasts. “Perfect”, L said. He pinned your arms above your head as he moved his way down to your tits. He stuck out his tongue, licking your sensitive nipples. “S-stop”, you said, letting out a small whimper. His hand traveled down to your waist, rubbing your bare cunt. “You have such soft skin”, he said, making a pop suction noise as his mouth latched on and off your tit. Your legs shook, feeling him massage your clit. “No”, you said, closing them, trapping his hand in between your thighs. “I don’t like uncooperative people, my dear”, he said, forcing your legs open.

L’s cock hardened inside his pants, making him blush. “My god”, he said, moving his hand away from your pussy, he had your arms pinned with one hand as the other moved to unbutton his pants. “I didn’t think I would get this excited”, he said. You laid there crying, wishing this situation was over with. You saw his dick poke out of his boxers. “Stay still”, he said, unpinning you. He pulled them down just enough so he can fuck you. With your legs still spread, L positioned himself comfortably between them. He placed his cock on your cunt, spitting on it. He rubbed himself on you, attempting to lube your dry pussy. “If you scream I will hurt you”, he said, shoving cock inside you. The size caught you off guard, making you cry even louder. “Take it out!”, you yelled. He covered your mouth, leaning into your ear. “I can tell it’s your first time, my love”, he slightly smirked. “I felt your hymen break”. His thrusts were slow as he placed kisses onto your neck. His teeth sunk into your skin, leaving bruises. 

Your body started to like his touch as your cunt became used to his cock. You tried to tell yourself that you didn’t like it, but you liked how fucked up the situation was. “Your body is starting to relax. You don’t feel tense anymore”, L grunted. He let go of your mouth, kissing your soft lips. He bit your lower lip, drawing blood. “If you keep up this good behavior…I might just let you go”. His thrusts quickened as he felt your walls tighten around him. You moaned as his pace went faster, feeling your orgasm arriving. L rested his head beside yours, moaning into your ear. “After I’m done, I’ll make sure no one else sees your body but me”.

[doctor-badadvice]

They don't make shows like they used to. Remember when Shredder was a professional furry maker? Or Krang, probably the funniest alien ever. Or even Irma from Channel 6 who was willing to shag a comedically offensive Italian stereotype, a robocop and master Splinter, in this order, in just a handful of episodes!

Well, I didn't. I haven't watched ‘87 TMNT in like, two decades on a tv channel that doesn't even exist anymore. This has been one hell of a ride and I'm only at season 3.

So for the longest time Baxter in my mind was just some guy who got turned into a fly for reasons. I didn't even know he was white or basically Gollum. He seriously had a slimy vibe before starring in The Fly and I had no idea.

But 2003 Baxter Stockman is simply on another level. He's smart, greedy and so damn full of himself. He’s also incredibly dramatic! Half the show’s budget would have gone into animating him doing dramatic poses if he didn’t get dismembered.

And it’s no surprise this is the same man who took time to program the mousers to wag their tails. He's great and deserves a Nobel prize (just so he'll stop putting himself in situations for five minutes).

But that’s just scraping the surface and this is a good time to poke @teenagemutantninjatrauma as requested.

(insert the Charlie Day meme I still haven’t had time to draw)

As I was saying, I feel like Baxter deserves more recognition. He's a regular human in a world with mutant turtles, superpowered secret agents and alien war criminals and man, he doesn't give a single fuck about any of it.

He also doesn't have many limbs left but does he have any regrets? Does he ever stop running his mouth? Hell no. Shredder isn’t safe from his snarky remarks—

Shredder isn’t safe. One of my favorite moments from the early seasons is when Baxter crashes the epic showdown between Shredder and the turtles with a mecha he apparently whipped up in an afternoon (like the girlboss he is) and they go

Leo: What do we have to do to stop this guy?

Shredder: I have asked myself that question many times

And no amount of torture made him less of a vengeful bitch. Baxter attacked Shredder again after that until one of his betrayal plots finally worked and he ran off to have fun with the EPF like

These two are truly something.

It’s funny to go back to the early episodes to see Baxter go “Giant mutant turtles? Time for a dissection >:)”. It’s like these two were made to work together from the start.

Again, I’ve said before that the only reason Bishop doesn’t have to fear as much is that he’s somehow a far better employer than you’d expect. Baxter is looking for a way to make himself a new viable body, not a mecha since I’m sure dealing with sensory deprivation for so long must be awful. But much to Bishop’s dismay, I’m sure, not even he is safe. And if you think about it, Stockman (derogatory) is the one who gets the closest to murdering Bishop. Twice!

Yes, technically the first time it was an accident since the genetics lab blowing up wasn't planned. But he really went “Fuck it. I’m murdering the President today.” and it almost worked!

So really, it’s best to stay on Baxter’s good side. He can’t fight but he will find a way to kill you if he hates you enough.

[ayedafuq]

Hamzah imagine I’m sorry god

POV: You got invited up to Toronto by your friend (Y/F) who hangs in the same circle as the Slushy Noobz crew, u n Hamzah meet at a party, get a little too tipsy, and you flirt just a taaaad .

——

(Y/F) : bitch come out the room and DRINK

Currently hiding away in her room (where I’ve been a freeloader for the past 2 days), I see Y/F’s text to come and join the pregame she’s having in her living room. She moved from our hometown to Toronto, a place I haven’t been before this, and I’m visiting her for the week. I came up on Wednesday and after our playful time catching up together for the past two days, she decided it’d be a good idea to go out with some of the friends she made. She currently has about 8 people in her living room playing drinking games, and I’m sitting on the floor staring into her full body mirror, ready to go to the bar, nervous as FUCK about meeting her friends.

After ignoring her text for approximately 30 seconds, she comes into the room. “OOOO GURRRRL YOU LOOKIN GOOOOOD” she says. I know she knows I’m nervous.

“Wait close the door” I say to her, and she does. “Dude, what if they don’t like me.” My anxiety is clearly getting the best of me.

“Fuck do you mean what if they don’t like you? You’re quite literally my twin. If they don’t like you then I’ll KNOW they secretly don’t like me. And they love me, so chill the fuck out. Get up” she picks me up out off the ground and pulls me out into her living room.

“Guess who’s heeeerrrree” she says to the group, and they all start to cheer. “There she is!” One of the girls says. A guy chimes in, “The visitor has arrived!”

Y/f drags me around the party to share names, my nerves subsiding. Everyone here is really nice. Why was I even worried?

“Hey, I’m Mandy. I work at the animal shelter with y/f. I’ve heard so much about you!” The girl says. I reply telling her I’ve heard about her too. “Y/f says the only reason she goes there is to pet animals and hang out with you” I tell her. “Yea sounds about right, I do the same thing.”

Me, Mandy and Y/f chat for a couple minutes sharing some laughs and stories, until the guy who chanted earlier and his friend come up. “Y/n, this is my boyfriend Martin. And this is Hamzah, avoid him.”

I give my hellos and introduce myself to Martin. We banter for a quick second before I turn to Hamzah. “Hellooo, I’m Y/n.” I give him a quick smile he returns. “Hey Y/n, how do you like Toronto so far?”

Before I can even answer, Y/f interrupts. “I’m gonna need you guys to shut up and grab a drink. We’re leaving for the bar in 30, and me and Y/n still need to demolish half the party in flip cup. Grab two seltzers from the fridge” she tells me. “You better lock in, I told everyone you never miss a flip.”

—

Two hours later and we’re at the bar, and it’s safe to say I’m feeling preeeetty nice. Her friends are so sweet, and I can’t help but feel so happy that she found these people.

Mandy, y/f, Hamzah and I are standing by a high top table, and I take the liberty in sharing some stories of me and y/f from parties in high school.

“When I tell you I turned my head for 3 seconds and y/f was gone, I mean it. I’m running through the party like a chicken without a fucking head, looking like a maniac asking everyone where she is. Mind you, I’m like 17 and hammered, so I was probably acting like the hulk.”

“Jesus Christ y/n don’t..” she says.

“After 10 minutes where do I find this bitch? Asleep in this random bitch’s closet with her head, quite literally, in a bucket.”

Hamzah and Mandy are cracking up. “You didn’t even know who threw the party?” Hamzah asks between laughs.

“Not a fucking clue. Y/f felt right at home though” I say, giggling myself.

“Girl I hate you, but yea I did. That bucket was my crib. Need to go to the bathroom?” Y/f asks me.

I tell her I’m alright for now, and Mandy tells her she needs to go so they scurry off together.

“Wow, so you guys have been friends for a while huh?” Hamzah says, still smiling from the story.

“Yea, we’ve been through a lot together. She’ll never get rid of me I fear” I say back.

“Damn, that’s awesome. Y/f is super cool, I’m happy she moved up here. When’s it your turn?” He says, his smile becoming more of a smirk. It hasn’t gone over my head that this kid is fucking adorable, but hes been acting pretty shy all night. The sly comment took me by surprise.

“Man I wish I could. It’s been on my mind a lot since she moved here” I reply.

“What’s stopping you?” He asks.

“I guess I’m just scared. It’s a big move, and she’s got the balls to do it. I’m not sure I do.”

“I felt the same way too, I pretty much hauled ass across the country of Canada at 18. I lived out of my car for a bit actually, it was a nightmare. I’d do it all again though, it was the best decision I’ve made. If I could do it, a pretty girl like you could too.”

Pretty girl?

“Pretty girl?” I say back, a little smug. The drinks are getting to me I fear.

“I’m sorry, was that weird?” He gets a little shy again. I giggle to let him know it wasn’t.

“Not at all. Thank you, pretty boy” I playfully shove his arm. I cringe in my head. I gotta be fucking kidding.

“Pretty boyyy I see I see” he says with a smile. “You think I’m a pretty boy?”

“Only a little bit. Like, this much” I pinch my fingers together the closest I can without having them touch.

“Well, thiiiis pretty boy” he mimics my fingers, “thinks you should move to Toronto thiiiis much” he separates them a little more. “Because he’d like to see you more thiiiiis badly” he separates them as far as he can. Damn, he has nice hands.

“Wow that’s pretty badly” I respond. Thank god I have makeup on because this cheesy shit might be making me blush.

“Yea, it’s alarming. Think about it, pretty girl” he tilts his head towards me playfully as he says pretty girl, getting a little close and then backing his head away swiftly. His smirk is fully activated and the eye contact we’re making is pretty hot. I smile back at him with my tongue touching my canine (do yk what I’m talking about like that lil sexy smile), tilting my head slightly to the side as if to say oh, ur flirting with me, noted. and just as I’m about to respond, y/f and Mandy return from the bathroom.

“Stop harassing her Hamzah she’s never gonna want to come back” Mandy says. “Come on, we’re gonna go back to y/f’s and play drinking games. This bar is boring.”

Hamzah follows after Mandy, glancing back at me quickly with a cheeky smile before turning his head. Y/f gets in my ear.

“Hamzah likes you. Mandy can tell. She told me in the bathroom.”

—-

Okay guys hi this is like so bullshit but I was feeling playful idk I hope you enjoyed if you made it this far

-ayev

[hoffstrap-yuri]

Shall We Dance?

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: Strahm needed a breather. Perez was so kind as to pay for her co-worker's dance class. Never in a million years would he imagine that Hoffman would be there too.

*Rating: 18+ for Explicit Mature Content

*Content/Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Shameless Smut, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Dance Class, Slight Canon Divergence

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

Author's Note: Woo male Hoffstrahm? After so much WLW content? It's more likely than you think! I got kind of possessed by a creative daemon for this one... so I hope you'll enjoy this!

“Go to therapy… but knowing you, it’d be easier to get you into a dance class than it would be a therapist’s office.”

Perez’s words run in the back of Agent Strahm’s head. She was right of course. He hated her because she was so right. That’s why he was outside of dance studio with five minutes before the class started, heels digging into the pavement. He wanted to turn back around, get in the car and pick up some shit food on his way back to his hotel. Nothing was stopping him other than the crushing sense of Perez’s disappointment the next day for him dipping on a class she had paid for. He swallowed his pride and entered the studio, hauling his body up the stairs to the second floor. His hand hovered over the second door for a second before finally stepping in.

“Hello!” A voice rang out from across the room. Everyone turned to stare at him as he entered, he could’ve died in that moment from the embarrassment. There were at least 5 couples in the room, probably men dragged to a class before their wedding this summer. Strahm didn’t envy them. “What might your name be?”

“Peter Strahm.” He coughed his name out

“Ah yes, one of my new students. Well welcome, we’ll be starting class in a couple of minutes. In the meantime you’re welcome to a water bottle over on the table if you’d like.” The instructor offered to him, motioning to the table across the dance floor. He nodded and walked over to the table. Suddenly, he felt a cold sweep of air raise the hairs on the back of his neck. No. It couldn’t be. Why would he be here of all places? Sure enough, his trepidation was answered by a low voice.

“Agent Strahm.”

He turned around and stood face to face with his recent workplace rival. Mark Hoffman. He hated the other man for his smug face and know it all attitude. He’d been stonewalling Lindsey and Strahm for a week now on info about the damn Jigsaw Killer. So to see his stupid, self-righteous ass in a classroom when Strahm was supposed to be ‘relaxing’ under his partner’s orders. It made his blood boil. “What are you doing here this evening?”

“I was trying to learn how to dance.” Strahm scoffed. As if it was ridiculous for him to want to spend his free time doing something besides sitting in a shitty motel.

“For anyone in particular?” Hoffman raised an eyebrow

“For myself, jackass. Why would I need to tell you?” Strahm mouthed off, “Funny seeing you here. Don’t you have some puppies to shoot or children’s lollipops to steal?”

“Mark!” The instructor’s cheery voiced joined the two embittered men as she hugged the detective, “I haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?”

“Oh I’m fine.” Hoffman turned around, completely ignoring Strahm. Strahm took a sip from his water bottle as the two of them rehashed some old times they had together. Something about high school, something something Mark’s sister. Sister? Oh well.

“I hope this isn’t too awkward an ask, but it appears I’m down on women tonight. It seems like you know our newcomer, would you be his partner tonight?”

“Sorry what?” Strahm finally tuned back into the conversation

“No, that’s no problem with me.” Hoffman shrugged before glancing over his shoulder at Strahm, who was trying to get his jaw back up from off the floor.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, “I hope you two enjoy the class.”

“We will.” Hoffman returned her smile with a contentious smirk. She walked out of earshot before Strahm said,

“I’m leaving.”

“Oh no you’re not.” Hoffman held him back by the collar of his shirt. “If you leave now you’ll have leverage on me and that’s something I don’t want.”

“Leverage, what kind of fucking leverage would I get?”

“Imagine if Perez found out I take dance classes and spread that through out my precinct.”

“The horror.” Strahm rolled his eyes

“Stay here and we can pretend like you didn’t see me here. Tell her you hooked up with some broad you met here instead.” Hoffman’s grip was still ironclad around the fabric, “Do we have a deal, agent?”

“Fine.” Strahm scoffed before Hoffman let go. Strahm turned to face his partner before asking, “How long do these classes normally go for?”

“Two hours. Didn’t you read anything about this class before you signed up?” Hoffman scoffed back at him

“Perez signed me up.”

“Figures. Couldn’t figure out a computer without Nancy Drew to assist?”

“Couldn’t figure out the keys. They’re all too big for a human’s hand, but just the right size for pigs hooves.” Strahm snapped back, “Keep Perez out of your mouth or I’ll personally tell everyone in your department.”

“Fine. That was a low blow on my part.” Hoffman shrugged and took Strahm’s hand, guiding him over to where the other pairs were waiting for the lesson to start. Their teacher started talking, but Strahm wasn’t listening. Who was going to take lead? It had to be him right?

“And break!”

“You get any of that?” Hoffman asked Strahm

“Um… no.”

“Then let me lead.” Hoffman took his right hand and put his free hand on Strahm’s hip. “Step back.”

“Okay.” Strahm stepped back

“Side.”

“Forward. And side one more time. Like that. Now do that while we spin.” Hoffman rotated the two of them before grinning, “You don’t dance like you look.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Strahm sucked in a breath, trying to keep his rage at the other man under control.

“You look like you’d have two left, horribly uncoordinated feet. I’m surprised you don’t.”

“Thanks.” Strahm smiled through the back handed compliment. The teacher stopped by the couple and corrected Strahm’s arm angle before complimenting Hoffman’s form.

“Want to trade now?” Hoffman asked

“Yes.”

“Think you can keep me in check?”

“I know I can.” Strahm cut into the detective

“Then get to it.” Strahm re-positioned their hands so now it was his hand on Hoffman’s hip. Hoffman offered his hand to the FBI agent and Strahm took a hold of it.

“Back.” Strahm said, using his weight to get Hoffman to go backwards. Then side. Then Hoffman put his weight into guiding Strahm into a backwards step. “I thought it was my job to be in charge.”

“It is. Doesn’t mean I can’t help.” Hoffman forced Strahm’s body to go to the other side. Strahm took his hands off Hoffman and stood before him. “Would you quit making a big deal of it? Otherwise Nikki’s going to come over here.”

“Fine.” He placed his hands back on Hoffman’s hips. With more force this time he pushed Hoffman back a step, moved him to the side. Hoffman fought back with the forward step and the second slid. “Think we can get to a fast enough pace where we can spin, detective?”

“I don’t know. I think your second left foot is showing.” Hoffman replied with a tangible malice to his words. Strahm finally let his temper get the best of him and stepped onto Hoffman’s toes. He feigned innocence before shrugging and said, “Sorry.” Hoffman was visibly fuming as his other toes ‘accidentally’ kicked the center of Peter’s shin. Strahm grumbled a curse under his breath only to have Hoffman respond with the same disingenuous, “Sorry.” Strahm stepped away from his partner and snatched a water bottle off the table. There were plenty extras so he didn’t feel too bad about taking another. He drank from the bottle like it was a shot glass and loudly crumpled the plastic, enough where others in the class stopped their footwork to look at him.

“Sorry.” His tone weakened, “Must’ve been more dehydrated than I realized.” They shook their heads and went back into their own little words. Meanwhile he still had to go back to a pissed off detective, who if it were legal, would’ve probably shot Strahm without a second of remorse. He turned around to face his partner and saw that he was closer into Strahm’s space than Strahm would have liked. He grabbed Strahm by the collar and pulled him towards the door. With a quick, “Sorry Nikki.” Hoffman pulled Strahm out into the hallway. He practically threw the man against the wall, just narrowly missing a full send down the stairs. Hoffman looked behind himself to make sure that the instructor didn’t interrupt her class for their little lover’s spat.

“I know you have a fucking problem with me at work, but what the hell is your deal tonight, huh?” While Strahm slunked into the floor, Hoffman titled the other man’s head up by his chin to face him. He took a step closer to the agent on the floor, setting his foot in the space between Strahm’s thighs. “You don’t need to answer that question, but you do need to answer this one. If we go back in there, do you promise to fucking behave?”

“Yeah.” Strahm sheepishly looked away. Hoffman’s hand clamp down hard on Strahm’s jaw and forced him to look back up at him before saying,

“‘Yeah’ what?”

“Yeah I’ll fucking behave.” Strahm looked into the other man’s eyes, wishing he could spit in them. Considering his head was just inches from the edge of the stairs, he decided against it and got up when Hoffman’s hand no longer connected the two. The two quietly slipped back into the room and Strahm was surprisingly compliant when Hoffman put his hand on his waist to lead him during the dance. He figured they had a good thing going before he insisted on taking the lead, why ruin the class when there was still over an hour left? Their chemistry was smooth. Their feet working in tandem with each other. Hoffman kept his mouth shut and in turn Strahm kept his snide comments about the music to himself, though it nearly killed him. Finally the instructor turned the music off, thanking everyone for a fun class and hoped to see everyone again, Hoffman slipped away from his partner. He continued his conversation he was having with her earlier. Strahm eyed the door, wondering if he could get away in time before Hoffman tried to say goodbye to him. He turned his back, only to feel the other man’s hand on his shoulder. Should’ve left sooner.

“Where do you think you’re going, Agent?”

“Back to my shitty hotel.” Strahm muttered

“Surely your hotel can wait for a minute.”

“Wait for what?”

“I don’t know, but I’m fucking starving. Let’s go get dinner.”

“That an invite or an order?” Strahm scoffed

“Take it how you’d like, Agent.” Strahm stumbled forward with Hoffman’s release of his collar. They left the studio and went out to their respective cars. Conveniently parked next to each other, Strahm looked over the newer model that Hoffman owned. Same crappy car, same crappy interior probably, but it had to have some bells and whistles that the ‘99 Crown Vic didn’t. “Where do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care. You’re the one that insisted on this…” Hoffman raised an eyebrow as Strahm was about to finish his sentence. He sucked the word ‘date’ back in before it could be expelled out and just rolled his eyes. “I could go for a burger, I guess.”

“Good. I know a place.”

“Who’s to say I’m going to follow you?” Strahm asked him. He was going to follow the man, but curiosity kills the cat and all that went through his mind anyway.

“I don’t know. I could mention to your partner the way I emasculated you…” He started

“Alright fine, fine. Let’s go get some fucking food.”

“Follow me.” Hoffman leads yet again and drives them to a diner. Really greasy spoon place, Strahm noticed at first glance. Mark slid into a booth and Strahm slid into the seat across from him. The waitress stopped by, handing menus off without exchanging a word. “What are you thinking?”

“Why do you care what I think?” Strahm’s eyes couldn’t focus on one area that seemed particularly good. On one hand country ham, hash browns and sunny-side eggs sounded so good. On the other hand, Hoffman had brought him here for a burger. “I haven’t decided. You know what you want?”

“Of course.”

“Then why even bother with a menu?” Strahm asked

“Just to be sure.” Hoffman laughed to himself. The low timber of his laughter was… soothing. Rhythmic even. Strahm kept the menu high over his face, praying Hoffman didn’t see the soft pink flush growing across it.

“Need another minute?” The waitress came up, pulling her pad out from her apron

“I’m good.” Hoffman replied. Strahm could feel the air shift from him putting the menu down on the table. “Just 3 eggs, over-easy, and two slices of sourdough.”

“Any jam?”

“Just butter. And a black coffee.”

“Sounds good.” She nodded and switched her attention to Strahm. Strahm put his menu down and said to her,

“I’ll do a double cheeseburger, medium. No tomatoes.”

“And for the side?”

“Fries is fine.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Coke.” He replied, “Actually make it a diet.”

“Wonderful. I’ll get that in for you two.” She pulled the menus away from the two of them. Hoffman’s gaze landed squarely on Strahm while Strahm darted his eyes away. Literally anywhere else he could look was a welcome sit.

“Hey. There’s a jukebox. You think it works?” Strahm noticed the antique on the other side of the restaurant

“Why? You going to play something for me?”

“No. Just curious.” Strahm slid back out of his seat and shuffled over to the machine. Sure enough the pages flipped when he pressed the button. He checked his pocket for change before dumping it into the jukebox and picking a good mix of songs he liked when he was a younger man. The first song that creaked from the speakers as he stepped away was a J. Geils Band song.

“Feels like yesterday I was listening to this in college.” Hoffman laughed as Strahm came back to the table

“Looking at your face, it probably was yesterday” Strahm huffed. The waitress came back with their drinks before leaving the two in an awkward silence once more.

“It was a bit longer than yesterday, Agent.”

“Huh?”

“I said it feels like yesterday and you said ‘it probably was’. It was a little bit longer than yesterday. Even by your generous estimate of my age. We’re probably closer than you think.”

“Bullshit.” Strahm laughed himself, biting on his bottom lip as he realized what he was doing. Was he actually enjoying spending time with the detective? He slicked his hair back with his hand while Hoffman shifted in his seat, perching his head against his knuckles on the table. Strahm’s eyes darted towards the expo window and palmed along the table, reaching for the ketchup bottle to fidget in hand as they waited for their food. Centerfold slowly faded out and Head Over Heels started playing softly in the background. It was just the two of them in the diner at the moment. Them and the staff that was. It’s not like Strahm could deflect and say that the song must be for the couple sitting across from them at the bar.

“Huh.” Was all Hoffman had to say, still looking smug while he eyed up Strahm

“Huh what, smart-ass?”

“Huh as in ‘huh, didn’t know this is how you felt about me’.”

“Oh shut up I don’t. I was just looking for songs that I liked.”

“Uh huh.” Hoffman ran his tongue under his lip inside of his mouth. “Though if I hear Careless Whisper next, I’ll just assume you want to it right now in the bathroom.”

“Fuck off. As if I’d ever… with you.” Strahm scoffed at the notion, “Be fucking serious.”

“I am.” Hoffman smirked. Stupid little smirk. Stupid cute little smirk that only seemed to grow the more upset Peter got with him. The waitress dropped their plates down in front of them and left them to be after making sure they had everything they needed. Strahm took the ketchup bottle back into his hand and plopped some on his plate next to the fries. Mark dug into his toast, putting an ungodly amount of butter on one slice of toast. The thing was basically gone in two bites. “How’s the burger?”

“Let’s find out.” Strahm took a bite. It wasn’t anything to write home about, but it was exactly what he needed. “Not bad. Thanks for the recommendation.”

“You’re welcome.” Hoffman dug his fork into the yolk of his egg and used his one spare piece of bread to sop it up. He ordered a second plate of toast exactly the same way so he could finish his other two eggs. Strahm picked at his fries, and while Hoffman waited for the toast stole a fry, taking all of Strahm’s ketchup with the swipe across the plate. Strahm groaned and guarded his plate with one hand, picking up fries with his dominant hand. The toast finally arrived and the other man finished the yolk. Before he could eat the white of his egg, Strahm swooped in with his fork, fighting away Hoffman’s fork with his hand as he stole the rubbery goodness. “That was hardly fair, Agent.”

“No it was totally fair after you stole that damn fry.” Strahm countered

“Fine.” Mark replied, spinning Strahm’s straw from his coke towards him and taking a sip from his Coke. Strahm responded in kind, stealing the coffee mug from Mark’s side of the table and downing some coffee like it was a shot. They looked at each other for a second before Mark threw a twenty down on the table and they shuffled out to their cars. Strahm wasn’t going to do it. He wanted to hear Hoffman beg first. He wasn’t going to crack as he looked at those juicy lips and think about how plush they’d feel against his significantly smaller. After making sure the staff weren’t acting as voyeurs to the men, rather than kiss the FBI agent, Hoffman hooked his arms around Strahm’s neck and looked at him.

“Bet you’ve been waiting all night for this.” He said, definitely having the same thoughts that Strahm did

“Get the fuck over yourself.” Strahm spat back in his face. He used his weight and shoved Hoffman’s back into the brick wall of the diner behind them

“I could’ve really fucked up my head from that, jackass.”

“You’ll fucking live, dipshit.” Strahm growled. Hoffman didn’t want to budge either. It’s probably why the man was so alluring to Peter Strahm. Just as he was about to admit defeat, Hoffman closed the distance between their lips and initiated a kiss between the two of him. Without hesitation, now that he knew the detective wanted it as much as Peter wanted it, Strahm stuffed his tongue into Hoffman’s mouth. Hoffman let a moan slip past his lips as Strahm went to town inside of him. His hands locked onto the back of Strahm’s jacket, tugging on the leather as he was desperate for there to be one less layer between the two of them. Peter pulled away for air and looked Hoffman up and down. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine.” Hoffman practically growled, “Get in my car.”

“And leave my car here? No thanks.”

“I’m not driving your damn car.”

“Then just let me follow you.”

“Fine.” Hoffman shoved his hand into his pocket and grabbed his keys, sliding over the hood of Strahm’s car to get to his car.

“Show off.” Peter muttered under his breath, making an equally desperate dash to the driver’s seat. He got in and followed behind Hoffman’s stupid car to his stupid house. When he pulled into the driveway he got out of the car and practically rushed the detective, pinning him to the front door. His lips lingered lower this time, traveling to Hoffman’s neck as the man turned around and unlocked the door for the two of them. Hoffman spun back around and pulled Strahm into his house, locking the door behind him. He pressed Strahm’s back into the wooden thing as they made out like two teenagers on prom night. Never in his life had Strahm felt so much for someone. Yes there was layer of hatred, and below that a layer of loathing, but somewhere deep inside of Peter was a respect for Hoffman that seemingly manifest itself as lust. He hated Hoffman with everything that he was, and that turned him on all that much more. He wanted to rip every hair out of Hoffman’s head while shoving his dick in between the giant orbs that Hoffman called an ass, wanted to draw blood as he marked up Hoffman’s neck for his personal use. Maybe slap him around while he was at it. The urge to top the other man got the better of him, and despite not knowing the layout of Hoffman’s living room shoved the other man into the dark. Hoffman stumbled, falling ass backwards onto the couch and shoving a lamp off a table in his desperate attempt to keep himself from falling. Peter used Mark as a guide for where the couch was, circling around the other man like a vulture stalking its prey. Peter leaned in and worked off Hoffman’s belt and undid his pants. He shoved two fingers into Mark’s mouth, who was more than happy to suck on the digits if it meant getting his pleasure from Strahm. Strahm awkwardly worked his belt free with one hand and shook his hips to get his pants down to around his ankles. He pulled his fingers out from Mark’s mouth and Hoffman released them with a wet pop of his lips. The detective’s saliva trailed off the digits as Strahm slowly shoved a finger into the man. After waiting for a second, he inserted the second finger into his ass. He used his fingers to stretch out Hoffman’s hole enough so that the other man could take him.

“I’ll be fine.” Hoffman responded, as if he had read Strahm’s thought. That or Strahm was lost in thought for a lot longer than he had realized. Strahm’s voice came out almost scratchy as he asked the detective if he had any lube near. Hoffman gave him instructions up to his room and Strahm stormed off to grab the tube. He came back and with a couple of quick pumps thrusted into Hoffman. His asshole tightened around Strahm’s cock. Strahm used one hand to support himself, and used his free hand to rest against the curve of Hoffman’s cheek. He almost looked vulnerable underneath the FBI agent. He began slowly thrusting into Hoffman, letting his arm rest lazily over Hoffman’s shoulder rather than keep his hand glued to Hoffman’s face. He made a grunt as he picked his pace up, trying to get up as far as he could in Hoffman’s ass. When he hit his prostate, Hoffman’s hips jerked up into Strahm.

“I’m not going to last…” Hoffman whined

“Then cum.” Peter growled over top him, chasing his own release. Hoffman came onto Strahm’s stomach, getting mixed in with the other man’s body hair. Strahm pulled out and used his hand to jerk himself off, returning the favor by covering Hoffman in his load. Rather than his stomach however, he covered Mark’s chest. When he was spent, Peter laid next to Hoffman on the couch. The two of them didn’t talk for a moment before Hoffman got up to clean himself. He came back with a clean rag for Strahm who thanked him quietly. “Promise me something.”

“Yeah?” Hoffman raised an eyebrow

“Perez can never know about us.”

“And her I thought she’d be your groomsman.” Hoffman tisked. Peter punched his arm before Mark pressed his lips onto Peter’s cheek, “So you coming to dance class next week?”

“Yeah. Only if we can do this.”

“We can do whatever the hell this was anytime.” Hoffman held onto Strahm

“Well look who’s just a fucking teddy bear when he’s not impeding my investigation.” Strahm grumbled, but returned the contact. He kissed Hoffman’s cheek before Hoffman curled around him like a boa constrictor. He pulled a blanket that rest over the couch and covered them up with it.

“Good night, Agent.”

“Good night… Hoffman.”

[peppermint-candy]

Imagine Wes kissing you. The feeling of his beautiful hands and calloused fingertips cupping your face gently like it was the most precious thing in the world to him. His lips feel so soft 🩷