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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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Sunday Smut Concept #8

A/N: Thx @tpwk-please for requesting this☺️!! I love this so much and I hope you like it! Enjoy🙃

Okay so this gives me a vibe of Y/n giving Harry a lap dance, except Harry hates being teased.

Like you’d been debating on the idea for a little while now and you decided to just go for it. You guys’ anniversary was coming up so you thought it’d be the perfect time to surprise him. You bought new set of lingerie that you’d been eyeing for a little while that would be perfect for what you had planned. You also decided to go to a class or two to get a little help with your ‘dancing’ skills.

You wouldn’t say that you didn’t feel or know how to be sexy, because you did. You always felt good in any sexual situation, you were confident and aware of your abilities. In fact, Harry’s moans at how good you felt made your confidence skyrocket. So you knew that Harry would enjoy whatever you did. You just wanted to go for you own peace of mind and to sharpen up your skills so to speak. After the two sessions you went to, you felt good and you were ready to give this lap dance a go. In the days leading up to you and Harry’s anniversary you compiled a playlist full of songs that you thought would be good for your ‘performance’.

When your anniversary finally came around, the two of you spent the entire day together. Harry woke you up with breakfast in bed, and the two of you stayed there for the entire day. You both turned your phones off and enjoyed each other in your own bubble of love, and sex. You and Harry went at it on and off for the entire day, every once in a while taking a moment to catch your breath, and to exchange a mixture of ‘I love you’s’ and dopey sentiments. As the day went on and it got later, the two of you eventually got out of bed and got ready for the dinner reservation Harry secured for your favorite restaurant.

The two of you managed by the skin of your teeth to get to your reservation on time. After another round against the wall in the shower, and Harry tempting you with the idea of taking you against the front door the two of you made it to the restaurant, the both of you turned on beyond compare. Luckily, you and Harry manage to get through dinner without ripping each others clothes off in the bathroom. As you two were driving home, you decided to tell Harry about your surprise. You unbuckle your seatbelt and you lean over the console, pressing your upper body against his arm. You can hear his breaths get shorter and quicker, and a smirk begins to spread across your face.

“I have a surprise for you.” You smoothly say to him.

“Are you going to tell me, or are you going to keep teasin’ me and pressin’ up against me?” He keeps his eyes on the road in front of him. You do notice him not so subtly look out of the corner of his eye and down to your cleavage.

“Mmm I though I’d tease you, give you a little taste of your own medicine.” You continue.

“What’re y’going to do, tie me up?” Harry muses.

“Maybe I’ll do that after what I have planned.” You look down to his lap and you notice a tent in his pants forming again. You sit back in your seat and the two of you sit in a sexually charged silence for the rest of the way home. Once Harry pulls into the driveway, you’re the first one to get out of the car. “Wait here, I’ll text you when you can come inside.” You instruct harry. He lets out a frustrated huff as you’re getting out of the car. As you’re walking to the door, Harry couldn’t help but stare at your ass. And as if you knew what he was doing, which you did, you turn around and you catch him red handed. You couldn’t help but laugh at how desperately he wanted you.

You turn back around and you quickly make your way into the house. You run upstairs and you go right into the closet. You go straight to the box that held your new lingerie. You take off all of your clothes, and you replace them with the soft and sexy lingerie. You slip your heels back on and you step back to admire yourself in the mirror. You clip the garter onto the lacy thigh highs. You snap a couple pictures of yourself, because you knew for a fact that you weren’t going to be able to salvage any of it once Harry got to you. You leave out of the closet and you make your way into the bedroom and you turn on the speakers. You dim the lights a little bit to set the mood and you go into the bathroom. You send Harry the text letting him know that he could come inside. When he gets the message, he quickly removes the hand that was palming at his cock through his slacks and he practically throws himself out of the car. He comes into the house and makes a b-line upstairs to the bedroom. You close the bathroom door and you hear him come into the bedroom.

“Sit on the bench.” You raise your voice so he could hear you through the door, instructing him to sit at the end of the bed. When he doesn’t respond, you just assume he does what you asked and you touch up your hair and makeup. You give your hair a slight tousle so that you have the disheveled ‘fuck me’ hair, and you give yourself a final look over. You turn on the music from your phone and you make your way into the bedroom.

“Fuck me” he mumbles under his breath. Thats what you were hoping for. Harry didn’t know what to look at. You looked incredible, and he knew that he was in for an amazing night. You walk over to him, and you lean down, pressing your hands down into his thighs.

“No touching okay?” You whisper to him, resulting in a slow nod yes from him. You see his Adams apple bob against his throat and you know that you have him right where you want him. You stand back up and you push his legs apart.

You slowly sink down to your knees between his legs, and you smooth your hands up his clothed thighs, stopping right at his cock. You wanted him to think that you were going to suck his cock, and he did. You look up at him and you send him a wink. You use his legs for a little support and you come back up before straddling his hips and sitting right in his lap. You grip onto his shoulders and you begin to grind your hips down against his crotch. Your movements are slow, matching the tempo of the music playing around you. You then feel the cool rings on Harry’s hands on the backs of your thighs and you stop your movements all together. You lean down and you press your mouth against his ear.

“No touching, remember?” You remind him. Then you feel his hands leave your skin and you continue where you left off. You push your chest up against his, making sure your bodies are touching as much as possible. You hear his moans and you could tell he was really enjoying this. So, you pull yourself from his lap. But as you do, you plant one leg on the ground and as you swing your other leg from his hips, you make sure to brush it right against his cock.

Even though you just got started, Harry didn’t know how much more he could take. He was already hard when you guys were leaving for dinner. He got hard again during dinner. And when he thought he had himself under control, you got him hard again in the car ride home. So now, he couldn’t handle being teased anymore. Harry was like a horny teenager when it came to you. Even the thought of you in lingerie could make him go crazy. So seeing you like this, doing what you were going to him was sending him into overdrive. He watches you turn around, before bending over in front of him. He so badly wanted to reach out and cup the supple flesh of your ass in his hands. His gaze is then trained on the area between your legs and he notices the slight outline of your cunt through your panties, and his cock immediately twitches in his pants.

You lift yourself back up so that you’re standing with your back facing him. You slowly sink back down onto his lap and you begin to grind against him. Your legs are on both sides of his and you’re pushing yourself back against his cock. You lean forward, using his knees to keep your balance, and you speed up your hip movements. You hear his mumbled grunts and whispers behind you and you decide to make things even more interesting. You push yourself up onto his lap and you sit directly on his bulge, pressing your clothed pussy down onto his cock. You completely forget about the music and you lift your hips up from his, just to slam back down onto him, grinding your hips down into him every time. You continue to do this, just like you would if you were actually riding him. Harry watched your ass bounce against him and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He places a firm grip on one of your hips and he wraps a hand in your hair, pulling your head back. You then chuckle at his sudden actions. You figured he wouldn’t last long, you were just looking forward to what he was going to do next.

“So you think this is funny?” He asks, even though you weren’t really supposed to answer. Harry could already feel the precum beading at the head of his cock.

“Mhm” you knew for sure that your response would rile him up even more.

“Sweet girls like you aren’t supposed to tease daddy.” He growls behind you. This was exactly what you were waiting for. You knew you were in for a good time now. “Get on your knees.” Harry instructs, with you gladly following them.

Now when you first thought about doing this for Harry, it was a gift for him. Something special that you’d never done before that you knew he’d enjoy. But now, you were considering it to be a gift for the both of you. It was a gift for Harry for the obvious reasons, he got to see you in nice lingerie (which you payed a pretty penny for by the way), and he got to watch and feel you grind against him in the most sensual way. What was there not to love and enjoy? Hell, the only thing he wishes he’d done is record it. But this was also a gift for you too. This was a gift for you because it made you venture out beyond your comfort zone and try something new, you unlocked a new compartment of sexy that you didn’t know you had, and you were about to have some really hot sex.

So not only were you excited about having Harry push his cock into your mouth (well, more like your throat), but you were also patting yourself on the back for following through with this lap dance idea.

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: ok this is for my baby, my shawty, my luv xoxo, my bitch, my world, my EVERYTHING 😩 @plutowrites her request was sent in private so imma keep it that way ❣️ please enjoy baby 💓

a/n: ok so I know you got boyfie kenma but this is who I’d match you with excluding that scary mf 😌😙 sooo say hello to boyfie #2 & #3

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Tsukishima Kei

I just knew eventually we’d come to this Pluto 😪 let’s address the mental illness that is being with Tsukishima 😪 IM JUST KIDDING PLS

Ok but no fr everything you’re looking for in a relationship? ^ this guy got

Tsuki is so funny idc

He’ll constantly be whispering snarky remarks in your ear about people around you and just absolutely dog on them and it’s SO funny

And sometimes he’ll just look at you after Hinata said something stupid like 😒 and ITS SO HARD TO NOT BURST INTO TEARS

Like this boy is gonna have you in stitches

And he’s so smart with it too like he’s so witty

He’s also the kind of guy where if you’re dying after he said smth he’s gonna look you up and down with a smirk cause he’s proud of himself LMAO

He’s also not clingey but a lowkey simp

Like he’d never in his fucking life admit to being a simp

But the speed at which he flips his phone when he thinks he might have a notif from you

And the way he will listen to the SAME song on rpt in those mf headphones if it reminds him of you

You’re his home screen too AND HIS EARS WOULD BURN SO BRIGHT RED WHEN YAMS FIRST NOTICES IT

Cause he’s using his phone to text his mom or smth and sees the home screen and is just 🤭😳😏 ~tsukiii

And Tsukis just

😒😐😳🙂

“Give me my phone, you can walk home.”

HES JUST SHY ABOUT LOVING YOU OK

Tsukishima is so decisive too I-

You’d be taking like 3 seconds too long to decide and he’d decide for you LMAO

Or you’d just give him a ~look like 😳🥺 and he’d just know and he’d roll his eyes and figure it out LMAO

Pls you’ll be somewhere and won’t know what you want to eat and you’re getting nervous cause your guys turn to order is coming up and he’d just order something for you he’d know you’d like and after just pull you into his side and kiss the top of your head

“You’re such an idiot.”

you’re VERY lucky he’s good at making good decisions LMAO

Ok he is going to be squishing your cheeks literally all the time????

Like you do anything and he’s grabbing your cheeks with one hand and moving your head back and forth while he talks to you in the mocking baby voice ya know?

“Oh you think you’re so smart baby~”

He’s mean but like, it’s ok cause it’s him and it’s h-hot 😦🤢 and he loves you obviously 🙄

bitch you said banter that borderlines mean? This bout to be your favorite song^ all he DOES is bully

It’s his love language at this point

Your name in his phone is baby 🧡

But he says it’s just your name LMAO

Until you call his phone so he can find it and you see your contact name

Pls bully him about it he deserves it

It does not matter that you’re tall he will call you tiny literally any chance it makes sense

Can you reach things on the top shelf?

Yes

Does he care?

And he will grab it for you and be like

You’re too tiny I got it 🙄✋🏼 LMAO

Okok you mentioned you have eczema

One of Tsukis ways of showing he really does love you is taking care of you

He notices you’re getting low on your cream?

He already went to the store to get some for you

You’re having a flare up and feeling a little insecure?

He’s kissing your temple and whispering how beautiful you look today in your ear, hoping you’ll think about the way his hand is running up and down your arm and how he’s breathing down your neck, and the way the skin behind your ear is burning now from the second kiss he placed, rather than the way you’re eczema is making you feel

He’s a little more affectionate in public that day than he normally would choose to be

It’s subtle, things like intertwining your fingers and kissing your hand before pulling you in his direction rather than the way he’d usually hold your pinky and lightly tug you his way

Or coming up right behind you to look at something you’re showing him, towering over you with his chest against your back

“That’s awesome.” He says it sarcastically but still leans down to press a kiss to your cheek

“C’mon let’s get what we actually came for stupid.”

Even when he’s driving you guys there and back his right hand is resting on your thigh instead of the wheel, only moving to adjust the radio

He notices and his solution to bad thoughts is “think of me instead then bitch”

He keeps literally any and everything you’ve EVER made him

You met in highschool and now live together while you’re in college?

He still has those first things you made him in highschool in a little scrapbook album he made after a couple years of being together

Ok he eats the treats you bake in moderation in front of you ,,, but you’ve come across him more than once getting a midnight snack

🍪😦🧍🏻😅

Crumbs around his mouth and all LMAOOO

ok while he wouldn’t understand the basketball obsession completely he WILL put on a Raptors jersey and sit and watch every game with you and love your reactions

He’s even recorded games for you if you were too busy to watch it and then when you have the time to watch it he IS WEARING HIS JERSEY AND TURNING IT ON ALREADY AND YOURE JUST 🥺🤲🏼

But he’s just 😒 don’t make a big deal out of it

He takes things you’ve baked him to lunch every day bye

OK IM GONNA STOP NOW LMAO

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Jean Kirschtein

OK LISTEN THIS WAS SO HARD

I was reading and I was using my brain HARD I almost said Eren but I don’t think he’d be making smart decisions for y’all... and that mf is too indecisive y’all would really get nothing done LMAO

Apparently I just really love you and Jean

Okok ANYWAYS

Literally the most reliable and attentive mf

He’s a MASTER at being a simp without being too clingy

Always buying things you need from the store (he’s a lil bit of a rich boy too cmon now)

He remembers ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks

And when they change he makes a mental note of it

Literally a quarter of his brain is a roladex of your favorite Haribo gummy’s it’s ridiculous LMAO

He absolutely refuses to share things you bake him with literally anyone

God forbid Sasha gets a whiff, he swears he’ll fist fight her

ITS NOT JUST CAUSE ITS GOOD EITHER

He thinks it’s so special cause you made it for ~him so why tf should someone else get a taste 🤨☝🏼

He’s not even a lowkey simp at this point

The way he’d spoil you pls...

Like at some point you’re like Jean I- I only need so many necklaces

Yeah he’ll just move on to the next thing

Ok this a lil saucey but he’s definitely the type to buy you lingerie he wants to see on you

And if you’re feeling nervous or insecure he’s gonna be all over you and saying all kinds of things in your ear since you’re too shy to make eye contact

Your face is buried in his chest and he’s just running his hands down your sides and whispering little things in your ear like how pretty you are for him and how good you are for trying this on for him

ANYWAYS

He would love to bake with you as a date 🥺🤲🏼

I don’t think he’d be that great ... but he tries!!

And he gets to spend time with you, even if you are laughing at him 🖤

Another one who’s a decision maker

He’s gonna ask you more than tsuki would LMAO but ultimately he’s taking charge in the relationship

He just loves you so much pls

Your vibe reminds me of...

Baby I hope I did this justice 😪🤲🏼 I’m literally in love with you they better watch out... 🔪🧍🏻‍♀️......

Requests are open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

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thesassenachswiftie · 3 years

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Lover - Chapter 13: “Soon You’ll Get Better”

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Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12

Summary: Claire and Jo go Christmas shopping; Claire gets a call at work that Lamb’s in the hospital in Boston where she fears she will need to spend the holidays without Jamie. In short: angst, but make it festive.

" This won't go back to normal, if it ever was It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because 'Cause I have to

Ooh-ah, you'll get better..."

CW: cancer, hospitals, illness of a loved one,

Notes: First of all, if you’re still here, thank you for reading, and thank you for bearing with me as I took a small hiatus. Hopefully I will be getting back to a more regular posting schedule, but work is really draining right now and it’s hard to find enough hours in the day to do everything.

As you know, each Chapter of this fic is based off a Taylor Swift song by the same name. This one was particularly difficult to write/approach because I actually haven’t listened to this song in over a year. In early Summer 2019, a tumor was found on my grandfather’s brain. This was also the summer I discovered Outlander, and the summer Taylor Swift released Lover. The day after Lover came out, I broke down sobbing in my apartment listening to this song and thinking about my grandfather, knowing his condition was worsening. That night, I recieved the call that my grandfather had passed. He was the kindest, purest soul and I write this chapter in part as a tribute to him. Many of the experiences Claire and Lamb share are based on my own experiences with my grandpa that summer, and this version of Lamb is very much based on my Grandpa Jim.

That being said, you may want to grab a box of tissues before reading, but hopefully not all your tears will be sad. I’m hoping to post again before Chistmas, but in case I don’t Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays--and Happy Hanukkah to any Jewish readers I may have--here is a Hanukkah present for you!

Chapter 13: “Soon You’ll Get Better”

“All I want for Christmas is yooouuuuu” the sounds of Mariah Carey rang out throughout the small boutique gift shop in the heart of the village of Northport.

“Good God, we’re only a week into December and I swear I’ve already heard this song three hundred times. I’m not exaggerating either. Two hundred and eight-four at the very least.” Jo scoffed exasperatedly.

“Are you complaining?” Claire asked in reply. “It’s a great song--a classic really.”

“Do you know how many incredible, amazing, beautiful, jolly Christmas songs there are in existence?” Jo was gearing up for one of their famous rants, “Yet, the radio stations only ever play the same eighteen songs, I swear!”

“It must be more than eighteen.”

“Fine. Twenty. Take this song for instance: Ingrid Michaelson has the most hauntingly beautiful cover of it--do you ever hear it? No! You only ever hear Mariah!”

“I, for one, like Mariah!” Claire interjected, playfully defensive.

“Who doesn’t? But she’s not the only powerhouse female vocalist out there! I’d just like to see a little diversity in my holiday music, is that so much to ask?”

Claire giggled. Her best friend always had an opinion on everything and she loved them all the more for it. “Do you think Jenny would like this candle?” Claire unscrewed the lid a locally-made jar candle, taking a sniff before placing it under Jo’s nose. It smelled like Lavender and Sage with just a hint of Eucalyptus.

“Does Jenny keep a lot of candles around, with all those children?” Jo chuckled back. “It does smell nice though.” Jo had only met Jenny a couple times when visiting Claire, but they had a knack for reading people and Claire was glad to have them along as a shopping partner.

“I suppose candles aren’t really her thing. Jenny seems very practical, but I don’t know what she would need that she doesn’t already have, and Jamie’s been no help!”

“I think you’re on the right track with the self-care/relaxation vibe, but maybe not something the children can use to burn the house down. What about an artisanal lotion set?” Jo inquired, gesturing at a nearby display.

“Oh that might work!” Claire took a squirt from the bottle labeled ‘tester’ inhaling deeply as she rubbed it between her palms. “Ooo that’s nice, I would appreciate this if I were a hardworking mother.”

“If things keep going the way they are with your man, LJ, you might just be before you know it” Jo made a lewd gesture with their hands, raising their eyebrows to make it clear exactly what they were implying.

“Jo! You’re terrible” Claire shrieked, smacking her friend playfully on the arm. Besides, not much of that happening these days if you haven’t noticed, Jamie is literally across the ocean.”

“Well, at least you can’t get knocked up from phone sex,” Jo replied. “What are you getting him anyway? I’m thinking something lacy and strappy, with little bows on it of course, to be festive. There’s a place down the street that might have something like that.”

“Hmm” Claire exhaled. “We’ll see.” Claire knew lingerie was definitely going to be part of Jamie’s Christmas gift, one she would be most excited for him to unwrap. God, she missed him. It had been over a month and they were settling into a routine, video chatting every night, sweet texts back and forth throughout the day, the occasional phone sex when they were both sick with desire for one other--but nothing was the same as the feel of their bodies pressed against each other in the heat of the moment, chasing each other’s climax. Claire couldn’t wait to be reunited with him in every way.

It was two days before Christmas break, only a few days left until Claire would find freedom for the next ten days and, most of all--the comfort of Jamie’s arms. Claire was sitting in her school nurse’s office, inhaling deeply during the first quiet moments she’d had all week. There was an uptick of student visits in the past couple weeks--a few were legitimate concerns tied to cold and flu season: students whose parents sent them to school when they weren’t quite well enough, overachievers who wanted to maintain their perfect attendance dragging themselves to school despite their bodies protestations. Most of her patients however, were suffering from something much more insidious: the eagerness to start their winter break early by skipping their classes. This time of year the air of the school felt different, students and teachers alike were burnt out, apathetic, and ready for a break. This attitude in the students fed into the teachers’ attitudes--overworked with the end of the marking period, trying to squeeze in Christmas shopping and decorating between grading. Claire did not envy Jo nor any of the other teachers during this time, but their exhaustion was so palpable in the air of the school that she was starting to feel it too. By tomorrow, most teachers would be shutting their doors and playing a holiday film, giving up on instruction all together--hopefully that would make for a quiet day for Claire. Really, if she could just get through the rest of the day it would be smooth sailing until Christmas--until Jamie.

Her silent musings were broken by the blaring sound of her office phone. She was expecting a teacher, calling to send a student down, but instead it was the school clerk, Glenda. “Hi Nurse Beauchamp, we have an outside call for you, it seems like it may be a personal call so if there’s any students with you we can send someone down to watch them if you’d like to take it privately here in the office.”

Claire's heart sank to her stomach. What could it be? She took a deep breath and swallowed to brace herself before replying “last student just left.”

“Alright, I’ll transfer you now.” The click of the call transferring sounded through the phone.

“Hello, this is Miss Beauchamp”

“Hello Miss Beauchamp, I’m Tammy, a nurse at Mass General we’re calling because you’re listed as the emergency contact for Quentin Beauchamp” a nasally voice croaked through the phone speaker--the voice was impersonal like that of a cashier saying “have a nice day” for the thousandth time, not fitting of a potential harbinger of death.

“Yes…” Claire replied, nervously, questioningly.

“Mr. Lambert was admitted this morning after showing signs of cognitive distress. An initial cat scan shows a mass on his brain. He’s currently undergoing testing to see if it’s cancerous.”

Claire’s lungs felt like they were about to collapse. Lamb had been diagnosed with prostate cancer several years ago, but had been able to live with it through treatment. Claire also knew that cancer was insidious and could spread throughout the body rapidly and without warning. She knew it was very likely that the mass was cancer. She tried to find her medical professional voice, but a diagnosis was different when it was someone you loved. Instead, she croaked out, “when will you know?”

“We should have the results by tomorrow. He’ll stay here overnight for monitoring and we’ll decide whether to admit him long term from there.”

“I’m on Long Island, should I drive up?”

“I’m afraid it’s too soon to tell, it could be nothing, but--” Claire cut her off, knowing exactly how bad it could be.

“I understand. I’ll drive up this evening.”

“Alright, he should be back in his room by then, he’s out getting his tests done now. It’s room 713 when you get here.” Claire wrote the number on a bright blue sticky note on her desk as the nurse spoke. “Have a nice day Ms. Beauchamp”

“Hmm” was all she could reply, as if she could possibly have a nice day. She hung up the phone, and finally let the deluge of tears she’d been holding back free.

She allowed herself to cry for a few minutes to get it out, but she knew she had to get to Boston as soon as possible. She picked up the phone again and dialed the main office.

“Hi Glenda, it’s Claire. I need to take the rest of the day off--I have to go to Boston, my uncle…” she couldn’t say it out loud for fear of unleashing the tears again “Is Principal Gowan there, I need to let him know.”

“Oh Nurse Beauchamp, I’m so sorry to hear that, let me know if you need anything. Mr. Gowan’s in his office, I’ll transfer you to him now, if he doesn’t answer just pack up your things and go, I’ll take care of it”

“Thanks Glenda, I really appreciate it”

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After getting the ok from her kind and understanding principal, Claire rushed back to Jamie’s apartment, hastily packed a bag (likely forgetting several things), informed Jenny where she was going--which was met with sympathy and genuine concern--and hopped back in the car for the journey to Boston. She entered the hospital doors several hours later, the buttons of her coat were tangled in her hair as she rushed, breathless, to the front desk to receive her visitor’s pass.

When she arrived at Lamb’s room, he was asleep. She didn’t want to wake him, but she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze to let him know she was there before settling into the armchair beside him to await his awakening. He looked so frail and small in the hospital bed, not at all like the strong, spirited man who had raised her. He had left the television on--some sports channel was playing a highlight reel of various golfing moments. No wonder Lamb fell asleep. Claire was staring at the screen, but her thoughts were elsewhere: worried about Lamb, wondering if she’d remember everything when she hastily packed, wondering what the future held. Would she have to spend Christmas in this hospital room? A golf ball soared across the Scottish Highlands on the screen. Jamie. Jamie was coming home Christmas Eve, she was supposed to pick him up from the airport, supposed to spend her holiday break with him, experience her first Hogmanay with the Murray family, be surrounded by love and laughter and family. Lamb was supposed to be fine, he was supposed to take the train down, spend Christmas with them. Every plan they had made was shattered into a million pieces. Would she even be able to see Jamie? She thought about the presents she’d bought for him, not yet wrapped, piled in the closet but definitely not hidden, especially considering it was his apartment. Of course he’d understand--she could tell him where they were, but the magic of unwrapping would be lost, it would feel entirely unsentimental. It was bad enough that she felt her gifts weren’t sentimental enough--what could she possibly get him to show how special he was to her? How could she communicate that with an object? If she were a painter she would paint him a painting, if she were a songwriter she would write him a song, but she was simply Claire, and practical gifts were all she knew. She had purchased a cozy blue sweater to match his eyes and keep him warm in the brisk London winters, a cool multi-tool the size of a credit card that would fit in his wallet and help him solve a variety of problems, a protective case for his phone, and a box of artisanal beef jerky. She had also procured a complicated piece of lingerie with a big red bow across the chest for him to unwrap the night of Christmas, which she knew he would enjoy. Everything was thoughtful enough and mostly practical, but she longed to be able to give him something truly special--a grand gesture to match her feelings for him. Claire glanced back at her uncle and immediately felt guilty being so selfish. I hate to make this all about me. Lamb always had a knack for helping her realize what was important when life’s situations overwhelmed her. She needed him for perspective, but how could she talk to him about this? How could she tell him how she felt? She knew it was wrong, but she was mad at him for getting sick so close to Christmas. Who am I supposed to talk to? What am I supposed to do if there’s no you? The tears were welling up in her eyes as she watched her most beloved uncle sleep--hooked up to machines, pale and listless in the hospital bed.

Claire slipped into the adjoining bathroom to try to compose herself--she didn’t want her uncle to wake up and see her upset, she knew he would try to comfort her, to be the rock he always had been for her. She was here to be his rock this time, she needed to stay strong for him. She looked at herself in the mirror, telling herself it was going to be ok--her uncle was strong and he’d been fighting a long time--he’d continue to fight. Soon you’ll get better. She had to convince herself it was true, pretend it wasn’t real, it wasn’t so bad. She knew it was a delusion, she could see it all over her glass face when she looked in the mirror. She was genuinely afraid that this could be when she lost him, if not physically right away, he could be lost mentally. She’d been hoping for years he would get better, but now it seemed he’d taken a turn for the worse. She took a few deep breaths and offered up a prayer. She wasn’t usually religious, but they say desperate people find faith, so she decided it was time to try. God? Jesus? Whoever is up there. I know I don’t much deserve anything from you, I’m not sure I’m exactly on good terms with you, but I’m inclined to believe you care and you are good. Besides, I’m not really asking anything for myself, not really. I just pray my Uncle is ok, I pray he gets better. He has to. Please don’t take his brilliant mind away from him. Please let him be ok. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever it takes to help him. Just please, please, don’t take him away from me. I need him. Please let him get better. Please let him get better. Claire continued to repeat the words like a mantra as she returned to her bedside chair. She stared at the collection of orange bottles on the tray table. Please let them help him get better. Please let him get better. Please, please, please let him get better.

Claire had no idea how long she sat there, repeating those words to herself, but her silent appeal was interrupted when a nurse entered the room to check her uncle’s vitals.

“Hi, I’m Brenda, I’ll be the nurse on duty tonight.” Brenda erased a name on a small whiteboard in front of the room and replaced it with her own.

“I’m Claire, I’m his niece.”

Brenda had made her way over to the other side of the bed and was checking the monitors beside the bed, making notes on the chart in her hand. “I hate waking them up, but I’m going to have to.” Claire was glad that she was much kinder than the nurse she had spoken with on the phone earlier—had that really been earlier? It seemed much longer since that phone call. “Excuse me, Quentin? Sir?” Brenda gently nudged his arm to awaken him. Lamb’s eyes fluttered open and he looked disoriented, Claire watched him carefully hoping that his disorientation was solely from being awoken mid-sleep and not from any neurological damage.

“Hi Uncle Lamb” Claire stammered, hoping she sounded cheerful anyway.

“Claire! My girl! You came all the way to see your old uncle!”

“Of course I did! How are you?” she replied warmly.

“Oh, I’m fine, they’re taking good care of me here.” Lamb’s voice sounded genuinely content and Claire felt comforted for the first time since the hospital had called her earlier that day.

“Hello sir, my name’s Brenda, I’ll be your nurse tonight. I just need to ask you a few questions and check your vitals.”

“What is your name?”

“Quentin Lambert Beauchamp”

“Good. When is your birthday?

“March 23th, 1939”

“Good, and who is the president?”

“Well, unfortunately…” both Claire and Brenda giggled at how Lamb began his sentence. Claire was well aware of Lamb’s opinions of the current president of the United States, and was glad to see he hadn’t lost his sly sense of humor or his disdain for the man. She was also glad he knew who the president was, hopefully his mental capacities were more promising than the worst-case-scenario her mind was conjuring.

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Claire stayed by her uncle’s side for the rest of the night, only leaving the room twice, once to find something to eat from a vending machine, and once for her nightly call to Jamie. She allowed herself to break down when talking to Jamie, sobbing over the phone. Jamie did his best to comfort her through the speaker, desperately wishing he could be there for her in person. Claire wished the same, longing to curl up in his strong embrace, and bury her swollen face in his chest. She couldn’t bring up the fact that she might have to spend Christmas in Boston. She was enough of a mess without facing the reality that they wouldn’t see each other, and when Jamie promised they’d see each other soon at the end of their call, Claire hung up quickly as another wave of emotion overtook her and she buried her face in her hands to cry some more.

The next morning, the doctor came in with Lamb’s results. Claire grasped Lamb’s hand, unsure of who was holding onto whom for comfort as the doctor explained that the mass on Lamb’s brain was in fact cancerous, but it was still relatively small and had been caught early. He explained that they could operate on it and remove it, however there was no guarantee that it wouldn’t come back or that they’d be able to get it all out. It was moments like these where Claire desperately wished she was already a surgeon, that she could feel in control of the outcome--though could she operate on her own uncle? Would she be able to hold her hand steady enough to do a good job? No, perhaps it was best left to the veteran surgeons in Boston.

After discussing all the details and options with the doctor’s, Lamb decided to go through with the surgery. It was scheduled for the day after Christmas and Claire resigned herself to the sobering fact that she’d be spending the holidays in the hospital. As the florescent hospital lights lit the room with an unnatural glow, Claire couldn’t tell him she was scared. She had to stay strong, she had to keep it together and remain positive and supportive.

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Claire spent the next few days devoted to her uncle, rarely leaving his bedside. Lamb had forced her to spend the nights at his apartment, which was probably for the best. She wasn’t sleeping well to begin with and the recliner at the hospital was only making matters worse. Claire was present and doting on him from morning to night though, helping her uncle order his meals, assisting him when he needed to use the restroom, adding and removing pillows and blankets as needed, or anything else he needed or wanted. Lamb had been moved to the cancer floor, and the window of his new room had a nice view of the Boston skyline. Lamb was making the best of a bad deal, he bragged about his ‘luxury accommodations’, he cracked jokes often, he liked the nicer nurses, he ordered extra dessert with all his meals and was in generally pleasant spirits. Claire could see the cracks in his cognition though. Sometimes he would change the topic he was discussing mid-sentence, and he couldn’t seem to keep time straight. Whenever anyone would mention Christmas, he would act surprised to know that it was coming up, and at one point he hinted at Claire that she might just get those roller skates she wanted for Christmas, a gift she had not asked for since she was eleven years old. He didn’t seem to know what year it was or how old Claire was. He did know who Claire was though, and for that she was thankful. He also knew who the president was whenever the nurses asked, always beginning his answer with a short preamble to make known his disdain.

Before they knew it, it was Christmas Eve and Claire couldn’t hide the sadness she felt on her face. She was glad to spend the evening with Lamb, but she had been looking forward to her first big family Christmas. She had filled in Jamie about Lamb’s condition and her subsequent stay in Boston over the course of their phone calls that week. She had also describe the Christmas gifts she had purchased for the Murrays, Jo, and Lamb, so Jamie would know the rest were for him. Jamie had agreed to put the Murrays gifts in gift bags and distribute them for her. They were meant to exchange family gifts that evening, the morning being reserved for Santa, and Claire was heartbroken to be missing out. In a matter of hours, and for the first time in two months, her and Jamie would be on the same continent, yet they wouldn’t be able to see each other. There was no way Claire could get into the Christmas spirit under these conditions. The hospital, despite being modestly decorated, was not the most festive atmosphere. Even a troop of Girl Scouts caroling their way through the hospital halls did nothing to assuage the weight of losing everything Claire had been looking forward to for the past two months.

“What’s a matter, my dear?” Lamb asked, showing genuine concern for his niece.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine, I promise, I’m just wishing things were different today.”

“Why today? Is it something special? I can’t seem to remember.”

“It’s Christmas Eve. You were supposed to come to Long Island and meet Jamie. We were going to spend the holiday with his family.”

“Yes, I remember, that’s today? Oh dear, I haven’t gotten your gift yet I’m afraid.”

“That’s fine, Lamb, I’m afraid I left your gift at home, so we’ll have to do that part later. We can take a raincheck on gift exchanging. I was just really looking forward to you getting to know Jamie.”

“I’m sure I’ll meet the lad soon; he seems really special to you.”

“He is; I know you’ll like him.”

“I already do.” He patted the top of her hand and turned his attention back to the sitcom on the television, providing humorous commentary to try to cheer Claire up.

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It was late Christmas morning. Uncle Lamb was napping again and Claire had switched the television to the Hallmark Channel--usually her guilty pleasure this season, today it was simply reminding her of how her Christmas was proving to be less than magical. For her there would be no Christmas kisses, no magical snowfall, no saving the small town family business or learning to love Christmas again. All that awaited her this Christmas were fluorescent lights, beeping monitors, and nurses visiting every 6 hours to check her uncle’s vitals. This Christmas would be decidedly the most un-magical she had ever experienced. She had had her share of unconventional Christmases in the past, in fact, she never really was a Christmas person, but it had started to feel special to her when she was living in New York. This Christmas though--this was one she was looking forward to more than ever before. Claire spent most of the morning crying, grieving over all she was missing. She should have spent the morning curled up in Jamie’s arms, watching the children open presents. She could picture the Murray’s living room, trashed with colorful wrapping paper from end to end, each child in their own private world fascinated by their latest favorite toy, Jenny and Ian beaming through tired eyes.

Claire was surprised Jamie hadn’t called her to fill her in on the details yet. He had called yesterday when his plane arrived--groggy and jet-lagged, his communication skills were not the most eloquent, but he tried his best to make her feel better. She hadn’t heard from him at all this morning though, not even a Merry Christmas text. Surely the jet lag would have woken him up as early as the children, and they must have been done opening presents by now. Claire tried to rationalize that Jamie was just spending time with his family, but she couldn’t help feeling hurt and ignored. She thought she was important enough to him that he could take a moment away from his family to at least text her, or to find some way to make her feel included from afar. Had his feelings changed in their months apart? Did coming home to a messy apartment turn him off? Did she find his Christmas gifts and come to think she didn’t care enough to get him something more thoughtful? She thought about calling him, but a mixture of pride and fear kept her from acting first, not to mention she couldn’t stop crying over these sappy Christmas movies.

Suddenly, a voice from the doorway rang through the room, “Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!” Claire looked up in confusion, momentarily unable to comprehend her surroundings and the disruption that had just entered them. Santa? No. The tall figure filling the door frame was dressed like Santa, beard and all, but the unmistakable Scottish burr gave away his true identity. If Claire hadn’t already been crying, she certainly was now. Jamie was standing in the doorway, dressed in a Santa suit, carrying a large, blue IKEA bag overflowing with wrapped presents and what appeared to be Christmas decorations.

“What?” Claire could hardly believe he was there, she rose from the chair and the couple met in the middle of the room for a hearty embrace. Claire buried her face in the soft, fluffy suit covering Jamie’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Perhaps the setting wasn’t a snow covered street in a small town, but this was her own Hallmark movie moment--and to be honest, those Hallmark guys had nothing on James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. Jamie held her close, and tight, planting kisses in her curls and whispering softly to her.

“I’m here, mo nighean donn.” He caressed her shoulders with his thumbs, not releasing his embrace in the slightest, breathing in her scent, trying to absorb her fears and pain.

All of the commotion had awoken Uncle Lamb and after witnessing the couples’ embrace for longer than was comfortable, Lamb loudly cleared his throat to remind them of his presence in the room.

“Uncle Lamb!” Claire unfolded herself from Jamie’s embrace, keeping one arm around his back. Jamie sheepishly pulled the fake beard down around his neck to reveal his face and removed his Santa hat, clutching it tightly in the palm that wasn’t holding Claire. “This is Jamie, my Jamie. Jamie, this is my Uncle Lamb.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad it’s not Santa Claus, or we’d have a lot of explaining to do to the lad!” Lamb chuckled back.

“A pleasure to finally meet you, sir.” Jamie reluctantly released Claire from his grasp to step beside the bed, extending a firm but gentle hand to Lamb. “I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances.”

“Pleased to meet you as well, lad” Lamb replied, patting Jamie’s hand with his before releasing their handshake. “And don’t you worry about me, I have the best nurse there is taking care of me.” Two sets of proudly smiling eyes met Claire across the room.

“Oh I dinna doubt it for a second. Your niece is a rare woman.”

“Glad to see we’re in agreement. Now what’s all that?” Lamb gestured towards the large tote discarded near Claire’s feet.

“Aye, I thought I’d bring you two a bit o’ holiday cheer.” Jamie pulled a large cardboard box from the bag and extracted a small tabletop Christmas tree from it, unfurling each branch carefully and placing it on the countertop across the room, plugging it in to reveal fiber optic lights changing colors dreamily. “I usually insist on my Christmas trees being more, well, alive, but under the circumstances this’ll have tae do.” Jamie and Claire spent the next half hour or so festooning the room in garlands and placing tiny ornaments on the small tree. Claire tried to ignore that more than half of the bag was filled with brightly wrapped gifts, not sure whether she was hoping they were all for her, or hoping that they weren’t. After all, she didn’t have anything to give him and she didn’t know if he had looked through his gifts yet nor if he had appreciated them.

While they decorated, Jamie filled Claire and Lamb in on the events of the last few days. Jamie had called Jenny to tell her not to bother picking him up from the airport. He had planned on renting a car there and driving straight to Boston. Claire could hear Jenny’s voice loud and clear through Jamie’s imitation “ya clotheid! Have ya gone daft? Yer barely able to form coherent sentences amidst the jet lag from yer Christmas Eve flight, and ya wanna drive five hours tae Boston in that state!?! Claire willna appreciate ya ending up in a ditch on the side of the road as a Christmas present ya eejit!” Jenny had made a fair point, and Jamie had agreed to sleep at home and left shortly after he awoke that morning, staying only long enough for the children to open their stockings, and to watch their faces alight with surprise at the sudden appearance of piles of presents under and around the tree.

“I’m glad you took Jenny’s advice, but most of all I’m glad you’re here.” She embraced him again. “You didn’t have to do this though, Jamie, I know how important your family is to you.”

Jamie stepped back and lifted Claire’s chin with his thumb, looking into her eyes. “You are important to me, Sassenach.” he replied, with a sincerity that penetrated Claire’s heart. Claire responded by kissing Jamie chastely on the cheek, knowing her uncle was only four feet away--politely trying to ignore them and watch the television which he had flipped to an all-day marathon of A Christmas Story on repeat. Jamie’s welcome intrusion broke up the monotony of hospital life and seemed to give Lamb a better sense of what day it was.

“Now that we’ve got the place looking good and festive, I believe it’s traditional to exchange gifts on Christmas day.”

“Jamie, it’s too much, I--”

“Oh? Thought they were all for you, didja Sassenach?” he teased. Claire blushed. Of course; she hadn’t really--but who else would they be for? Surely Jamie wouldn’t spoil Lamb, a complete stranger to him, quite so much, and no one else was there. She looked dumbfounded as she tried to come up with a defense but Jamie stopped her. “Dinna fash, Sassenach, Jenny wrapped your gifts for me and Lamb before I could see and I bought them along too. She thanks ya for the wee lotions, by the way.”

“God bless Jenny! That woman is a Saint.” Claire also silently thanked God that she had left the present she was planning on wearing for Jamie that evening in her dresser drawer, that was not a gift she wanted Jenny to see, and was definitely not something she wanted him to be opening in front of her uncle.

The three exchanged gifts, save Lamb, who had nothing to give but smiles and approval for the young couples’ thoughtful gifts. Jamie was genuinely appreciative of Claire’s gifts, although she kept insisting that she hadn’t finished shopping and there was more to come; to which Jamie humbly rejected, claiming it wasn’t necessary. Jamie’s gifts to Claire were thoughtful and meaningful, the most touching ones being a print of a painting of the rose garden he had ordered from the Botanic Garden’s gift shop and a bracelet engraved with the words perennis amor, which caused Claire to tear up and embrace him tenderly in spite of her uncle’s presence.

The three enjoyed the rest of the day thoroughly. A Christmas Story played in the background and they laughed and shared stories with one another. Jamie was a born storyteller and Lamb was elated to have a fresh audience to recount his many adventures to, so conversation flowed naturally between them, with Claire occasionally interjecting. Claire mostly just sat back and admired the two men who were most important to her, filled with joy that they were getting along, that Jamie was there, that it was Christmas. For the first time in several days she had hope and peace. She was surrounded by love in that hospital room as well. She had all the things Christmas was said to bring, and for that she was grateful. Jamie had made her greatest Christmas wishes come true without her even asking and she felt lucky to be alive.

The hospital staff served their version of Christmas dinner for the small family, and while Claire was sure it paled in comparison to whatever Jenny had made, it was quite delicious, especially considering it was hospital food. Jamie ate in the armchair next to Lamb at Claire’s insistence, since the two were deep in conversation, and Claire sat in the chair on the other side of Jamie, taking in her magical Christmas scene, better than any Hallmark movie could depict.

After dinner, Jamie was fading fast, listening to one of Lamb’s stories with heavy eyes. She took one of the spare blankets and covered Jamie. “Looks like you’re still not over your jet lag”

“Hrmmphh, I ‘spose not.”

“Do you want me to go get you a coffee? I doubt the cafe downstairs is open today, but there’s a cappuccino vending machine a few floors down that isn’t terrible.”

“Aye Sassenach, that’d be bonny. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“None at all, my love, I’ll be back soon.” Claire squeezed his hand before leaving the two men alone.

Jamie listened to her footsteps down the hall, and waited until he heard the ding of the elevator before he cleared his throat to speak frankly to Lamb. He sat up straight in the chair to ward off the sleepiness, having a few important things he wanted to say before Claire came back.

“Lamb, I need you to know, Claire is the most important person in my life. I love her sae much and I’d do anything for her.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I can see how happy you make her. She lights up when you’re around, it comforts my old heart to see.”

“I need you tae know, I’m very serious about her. I ken we haven’t been together that long, but I know--I know deep in my wame that I’m meant tae be hers. I want ya to know that I intend on spending the rest of my life making her happy, and while I havna bought a ring or ennathing yet, I wanted to ask yer blessing” Jamie paused for a moment before adding, “just in case.”

“Of course you have my blessing, son. I couldn’t be more glad to know that Claire will be so well cared for after I’m gone, truly.” Both men looked somber, knowing full well that this could be their last conversation, hoping dearly that it wasn’t. Claire returned with three cappuccinos in hand, surprised by the mood in the room.

“Everything alright, gentlemen? Don’t tell me Ralphie shot his eye out!”

“Och! Everything’s fine, Claire! I’m just tired is all, I’m sure this wee cappuccino will cure me in no time!” replied Jamie, eagerly taking a cup from Claire as she set another on Lamb’s tray table. The rest of the evening was quiet as Jamie took a nap, while Lamb and Claire watched A Christmas Story more intently then they had all day. Claire didn’t want to leave him alone so early on Christmas so she let Jamie nap until Lamb was asleep soundly for the night. The sense of joy she had felt all day was still present, but the nagging worry she felt about Lamb’s coming surgery was starting to settle in as well. Claire woke Jamie gently and Claire whispered softly to Lamb that they’d return in the morning, squeezing his hand before the couple quietly left the room.

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They walked out to Jamie’s car, since he still had his stuff packed in it, but Claire drove them back to Lamb’s apartment where she’d been staying. The cappuccino was helping Jamie stay coherent, but he was in no state to drive. They were quiet on the drive home, but kept their hands locked between the seats, grateful just to be in the presence of one another.

When they arrived at Lamb’s apartment, Jamie was so tired, he didn’t even want to brush his teeth, let alone do any of his usual nightly routines. However, he had spent the morning sweating in a polyester Santa suit over his clothes, and although he took it off shortly after his surprise arrival, he felt in need of a shower. Claire showed him where the bathroom was and made sure he had everything he needed, and got herself ready for bed.

Jamie showered quickly, not bothering to wash his hair, and only cleaning the parts of his body where any stench would be most concentrated, figuring the water would take care of the rest. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, ready to collapse into bed, but not before embracing his sorcha. He scooped her into his embrace and she buried her face in his bare, firm chest, warm from the shower. He smelled clean, and fresh and most of like Jamie. “I’m so happy you’re with me, Jamie. You have no idea how much it means to me that you’re here.” the emotions of the day hit her again and her voice caught at the end of her sentence as tears filled her eyes once again. Jamie kissed her forehead softly, down to her nose, and landed on her lips, giving her the firm, passionate kiss they’d both been longing for all day--and for months before that.

“Mo cridhe.” Jamie breathed when they separated. “I’m here. I’ll always be here for you. I’ll no’ leave you alone when ya need me.”

“Oh Jamie” Claire was still crying, “I’ve been so worried. I’ve been trying to stay strong for Lamb, but I feel like this won’t go back to normal--if there ever was a normal with him. I’m scared he’s going to get worse, or--” her sentence dissolved into a fit of sobs, which she tried to stifle on Jamie’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to stay strong when you’re with me. I’ll be here to help you shoulder the burden. I’ll be here to soak up your tears. There’s two of us now, Claire.” He pressed a kiss into her curls. “You can feel your feelings now, mo cridhe. Lay your cares on me. Come now, let’s get ya tae bed. I’m no’ sure how much longer I can stand myself.”

Claire fell asleep wrapped safely in Jamie’s embrace, free to be herself fully. Free to be vulnerable she felt safe, she felt loved, she felt comfortable, and most new to her--she felt she had the hope and strength that she could carry on, no matter what was to come. She slept better than she had in weeks, secure in the embrace of her eternal love.

End Notes: Thanks again for reading!! By the way, the Ingrid Michaelson song Jo mentions is hauntingly beautiful and you should listen to it. Also, I hope you liked Jamie's surprise. This was going to be a lot more angsty of a chapter but Jamie refused to let Claire suffer and had other plans. I know this was full of a lot of emotional ups and downs, and hopefully we can all find some comfort in the fact that just because Christmas/the holidays may look different for a lot of us this year, it can still be special, and there's still light, joy, love, hope, and peace to be found in the midst of the darkness.

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👉👈 May I request an nsfw with a Virgin S/O whos ready to do the nasties with the Mercs? I love how In character they all are ;; ♥︎♥︎♥︎

( put on your good clothes and get ready to roll in the nasty with our darling barbie men)

Scout: he has some experience, he knows what he is doing but he isn’t the master. He is somewhat nervous, his first time wasnt the best and he really doesnt want to screw it up for you. Probably gets you to a simple movie date to ease his nerves and a small walk to get the anxiety out of you (mostly him again). Goes back to his room at the base and makes sure the door is locked before he gets into the roast. He lowkey asks for your consent and once he has the signal he gets into the nasty-smashy mode.He makes out with you and pratically throws you into the bed while trying to take of your shirt and his in the same time, he is an amateur but he has all the passion of a professional. Gives you time and goes slower the more things get heated, but hes riled up. Starts fingering you sloppily and makes you climax before he starts anything that requires insertion. Starts very gently but quickly looses his patience and just pounds straight away ( but will stop cold dead if he even catches a string of pain, uncomfort in your eyes). Can hit multiple home runs but wont last long

Soldier: has quite the experience. He will be way more gentle at the begining, giving you time to relax and get into the mood. He will let you decide the pace, but he will make you climax firstly so you are good and lubed up so he can insert his johnson without making you uncomfortable. Won’t break you, but is a bit rougher and more creative in ( he is a beefcake and likes to fuck while standing up, your legs being hoilsted up on his waist and your back on a wall or your butt barely touching a table). Not a silent man but he will do his darnest to make you moan and scream his name.

Engie: has experience, hes a well , soft spoken blond cinamon roll, what do you expect? but he really wants to make it special for you. Goes out of his way to do a romantic evening just for you two, playing all the romantic songs he knows on his guitar and having tidied up his room so much his mama would be proud. Insist on using lube and fingers you until you are begging and physically trying to loosen up his belt. He is pretty tame for now, and tries to suck your collarbone or nipples to enhance the experience, big cuddles afterwards.

Demo: not really phaced, he has done his share of nasty in his life and has confidence that he is pretty good at what he does ,so hes up for the challenge. He asks for consent many times and asks you how would you like the event to be. Big on foreplay and likes to perform oral sex, so youll have a good start. Not That Big ( i know the stereotype is somewhat true but he isnt a horse, calm down) but he has g i r t h, so youll have to cum at least twice before he even puts the tip near the clit. Prefers the Loveseat or the cowgirl so he can enjoy the show and you to have a better time adjustanding to him.

Heavy: (i think is pretty much canon in the fandom that this boy has a magnum dong * inster iasip meme here*) ooof he is scared. Hes a big, very big fella. He has dad some experience, but he is terrified. He really, really doesnt want to hurt you. He needs constant reasurance to even start get started making out. He will lift you up and grop you like he has never felt a woman before.He will give you an idea how big he is by letting you pet his erection through his pants, ( spoiler alert its fatter than a kielbasar sausage) . He will finger you throughly with his fingers before even removing his boxers and will spend a ungodly time into slidying into and use galons of lube. Ngl you will waddle for 2 days and hell hit that g -spot hard and fast. Growls like all slavic guys in porns and but muffles you with kisses and words of adoration in russian and english, lowkey climaxes in russian after you.

Medic: he has hit a jackpot, lowkey has a virgin fetish, mostly due to the blood ngl. Bu he is a doctor and a surgeon so dont worry schwatz he has you covered. Starts by a nice oil massage to get you all nice and loose and then he fingers you for an hour and edges you relentesly, this man has no mercy. Only when you are basically a heartbeat before losing your shit, he gets the condoms and slams you harder than a bitch in heat.Big dom vibes, he will edge you for all night so you can scream his name when you cum loud and clear for all of New Mexico to hear. Won’t cum inside you or before you have cummed at least twice, just switches and lets you tit-fuck him until he cums all over your face.Big on aftercare and has the medigun on in any case something happens plus he kisses every time he withdraws .

Sniper: not a big lover, but he has plowed here and there. Won’t make a big deal out of it, but he ain’t relaxed, he really wants to make you feel everything. Lowkey trembles with his nerves, even has masturbate before you two meet so he last longer and has showered. Starts out shy, licking your tits and leaving bitemarks here and there. Then he starts the nasty( my mans has a long tongue so itll be fun), doesnt make you cum, nah he likes torturing his victims for a bit and he has the patience of a saint. Prefers doggy style ( big ass man)and gets a little gross and uses spit as lube, but hey its natural. Starts shy, rubbing your sides and gives your ass nice pats and slaps, then looses all control and smashes hard but slowly, you will beg for him to go harder but he loves hearing you tremble just about to cum yet not that close. Beg him, call him daddy, sir,master whatever you want that has some power and hell screw you harder than life. Wants you to cum together and leaves hickeys on your shoulders while he cums. Cuddles and is very doting afterwards.

Spy: Monsier Cassanova here has deflowered enough virgins inhis life to say he is the pro in that field. Makes a sublte note of every little thing you like and makes a plan in his head. Firstly, he gets you some nice lingerie and ( for all safety reasons) gives you the strongest anti-contraceptive he can find ( he has enough kids to create two football teams and have spares for referees and replacements).Then he picks a fancy wine and gets all suave and romantic, yes he wants to fuck but in his mind he is more of a quantity is much better than quality type of guy. Gets started very slowly, french kisses here and there, some good gropes. The secret to make this old man to get riled up really fast is to grope his ass and whisper really nasty styff in his ear ( doesnt matter if english, but itll be a bonus if its french). Hes a suave soft lover in his work, but in reality he is much more like Scout (like son, like father oof). If you do that hell throw you on the couch and get rough and nasty really fast , licks you untill you are about to choke him with your thighs.He will get all ready (special designed condoms by medic) and use special fancy lube to make it as painfull as he can ( not as big as heavy, but he has that mushroom head). Can go for hours, has a lot of stamina and by the end youll be drenched and having a spiritual exerience. Doesn’t expect to cum butif you allow him, oof boy hell have a field day. Once you both have finished he picks you up and runs a hot bath for the both of you, will cuddle later and give you massages and painkillers if he went too far.

#not selling fresh watermelons #all #tf2 x readers #virginity rocks #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons

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grilledcheeseandguavajelly · 3 years

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20-35🙈😉

Hi nonnie!! Thank you for the asks!! And don’t think I don’t see you choosing from the bottom of the list with that winky face 🙈🙈🥰

20. How tall are you?

Disney princess height 😋 (is that a bad joke?? Oops)

21. Your last sexual encounter - good or bad and why:

Oh my god it’s been so long. Like honestly so PATHETICALLY long, I don’t even remember when it was 🙈 I’m going to go out on a limb and say it wasn’t great? Because it was towards the end of my last relationship and honestly— it was never great 😬

22. Are you into dressing up for sex?

No? I mean, I’m all for sexy lingerie and black lacy things, but other than that.... no

23. Top or bottom?

Bottom? I think most people would call me a switch because it depends who I’m with, but I prefer being a bottom. Honestly sometimes I find being a top very exhausting?? I will do it, don’t get me wrong, but after too long I get whiny and baby and “ugh I just want someone to take care of me” so 🙈 I think there’s a name for that? Service top? Is that right?? I don’t know, there are a lot of sexual terms I still don’t know 👀

24. Is one orgasm enough? Are multiple orgasms necessary?

Funnily enough, this actually has a great deal to do with the answer to the previous question. On an average night, one is usually enough. Especially if it’s really good. But if I orgasm before I take care of my partner, then I usually need to orgasm again after if I'm going to fall asleep or be productive or function for the rest of the day. And as I’ve said before, if it’s the morning, for some reason it takes around five before I feel any sense of relief (although I don’t know what that says about how needy I am asdfklasjlf)

25. Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

I know I'm going to sound like a bitch when I say this. I know I am. But... yes. Hear me out: I feel like if there’s no grooming of any kind down there, it maybe implies the person isn’t very concerned with hygiene in general? And I have horribly weird thing about germs anyway, so it takes a lot for me to go down on someone in the first place. So while I know it probably sounds mean to say, the answer is yes. I would have a problem with it.

26. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

Oh gosh, again it’s been SO long... I think it was this girl I tried dating towards the end of 2019? Dear lord, has it been that long?? And at THAT point it had already been about a year and a half since I’d been kissed. I wanted it at the time, but it honestly didn’t mean much and I flailed so hard— I still cringe.

27. Weirdest nickname a significant other has ever called you?

Dude

Kidding!! Uhm probably the name of the girl my then-girlfriend was cheating on me with. Oop

(I’ve been called some unusual nicknames, but the problem is that I’ve liked them all, so they don’t seem weird to me 🙈)

28. Three spots that drive you insane?

The tips of my fingers: Let me play with your fingers and press the tips of mine against your nails, brush your lips over them, guide my fingers softly against your skin and let me feel every dip and bump and scar. For some reason the tips of my fingers always feel hyper sensitive, so that plus the heat or cold or shape of my partner?? Yes please

The palms of my hands: Again, extra sensitive. I’m a very tactile person so really anything with my hands is perfect. But especially when my significant other slides their fingers against my palm before holding my hand during sex god in heaven? Something about that just does it for me

My tummy: I’ve always been super self-conscious of my tummy, so if my partner paid extra attention and lavished me with kisses and licks and bites? Mhm fuck yes. Plus they’re at the perfect angle to twist my fingers into their hair and pull them up or push them down

29. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

Hi, yes?? I am a lesbian. And that means that my sexual partners are women and HAVE YOU EVER HEARD WOMEN MOAN???? Who WOULDN’T like that????

30. Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

I— Um.... Not anymore

31. What is one song you’d like to have sex to?

Oh so many. Soooo so many. Anything Stevie Nicks or with that witchy kind of starry vibe. Or anything from my “slow dancing” playlist, a bit more romantic. But also, it doesn’t really matter?? As long as it’s not something super distracting (i.e. something I would want to sing along to or Sesame Street or heavy metal) I don’t mind what music we listen to. That being said, I’ve never actually had sex while music was playing, so.

P.S. this isn’t a super serious one, but McFly has a song called “this song” and one of the lines is “somewhere in the world, someone’s making love to this song right now” so I’ve always kind of wanted to just so I could giggle 🙈

32. Do you like giving head? (why/why not)

I- is this a question lesbians can answer? Am I being an idiot right now?

33. Booty or Boobs?

Both? Both. Both is good. (But honestly it depends on the day and the outfit and usually it’s boobs but sometimes I just-)

34. Is it good sex if you don’t come?

Alright time for me to be a pretentious fuck, but... no 🙈 Or... USUALLY not. I don’t think you all understand how horrifically needy I am skalsjskf Listen- I am MORE than happy to take care of my partner, but unless it’s an extenuating circumstance, I need it to be reciprocated at some point before we stop

35. Have/would you ever have a threesome?

I- hm. No 🙈 I’ve definitely never done it, but I also don’t think I would ever want to? You see, I’m a really needy person and I want 100% of my partner’s attention 100% of the time. But I also want to give my partner my complete attention as well. I won’t say “never”, but I’m going to say probably not (unless Cordelia or Venable or Billie Dean showed up at my door)

#if you made it to the end of this I applaud you #I don’t think I’ve ever talked this much about sex but it was really fun??#although now I’m afraid I’ve come across as a horribly selfish and needy partner #I promise I’m not #I just want love and affection and maybe some kisses #cute and dirty asks #ask me anything #asks

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Just Want to Feel UnLost

So this fic is completely for @lifewasradical my The Maine buddy, (my wife), who listened to The Maine for 7 hours today and also looped them for the last 4 days with me. I love and appreciate you so much, your constant love and energy and general vibes of love and happiness are so wonderful and I love you! I hope you enjoy this! My love for you is neverending

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27733849

Luke’s excited to go out on tour again. He’s been restless to do it, ever since announcing CALM and preparing for the shows. Luke can’t wait to get out on stage, put on his favorite outfits and makeup, to get up there and share their music with everyone, to sing his favorite songs over and over again. He’s been restless ever since they stopped touring last year and he can’t wait to go back out on the road and see everyone again.

He’s even more thrilled to be going out on tour because it means he can show off his ring. It means he can get up on stage every night and tell their fans over and over again about how much he loves Ashton, about how excited he is to get married, about how happy it makes him knowing that he and Ashton are finally going to formalize their love, that Luke gets to be Luke Hemmings-Irwin soon. He knows it’ll embarrass Ashton endlessly to be put on the spot like that, but Luke doesn’t care. He wants to tell everyone every single day how much he loves Ashton.

Luke’s been in a loop the last few days. While Ashton’s been playing through their set list, going downstairs for hours to practice the drums for all their songs, making sure he knows every note and change and that it's perfect, Luke’s been sitting outside listening to The Maine’s American Candy. He’s been stuck for days, looping the music again, happy and content. He knows he should be practicing, especially as the days to their first show approach closer and closer, but he can’t stop himself, plucking out the guitar chords of the songs, humming along to the music in his headphones. He’s been stuck on (Un)Lost now for a few days, caught up in the words of the song, the melody. The song’s always made him feel at home, John’s singing “Control what you can, Confront what you can’t, And always remember how lucky you are to have yourself,” sticks with him. The idea of not being found, but still feeling at peace in the work speaks to him in a way he never expected.

It’s how he feels about Ashton. Some days, Luke’s still not sure of himself, not sure of where he fits into the world, in his own body sometimes, but he always has Ashton. Ashton’s his home, his blanket, his comfort. Ashton always finds Luke, even when it’s hard for Luke to breathe, lost in the hazy of who he is and where he’s going, Ashton knows how to pull Luke back from the edge, give him a sense of being, ground him. Luke’s been focused on learning the song, wrapped up in connecting it to Ashton, of how much it reminds him of Ashton that he can’t focus on anything else, even their own music, for long enough to stop playing it.

It’s how Ashton finds him, two days before the tour is set to start. He’s outside again, sitting on a patio chair, humming along to (Un)Lost, testing the chords out on his guitar. He’d managed to convince Rian to ask John for the guitar chords to the song and he’s been determined to master them. Luke’s finally gotten them down enough that he can play the song without the music in front of him and he’s thrilled. He’s been out on the patio, hair pulled back with a headband, still wearing his pj shorts and one of Ashton’s old band shirts for the better part of the morning when Ashton joins him outside.

“Are you going to ever actually practice or are you just going to play this song while on tour?” Ashton asks, making his way over. Luke stops what he’s doing, turning his face up to Ashton. Wordlessly, Ashton leans down, kissing Luke on the lips, before sitting down next to him. Luke wrinkles his nose, trying to scoot away. Ashton looks at him, confused.

“You’re all sweaty,” He says, laughing when Ashton purposely tries to wrap his arms around Luke, pulling him in close.

“It’s cause I’ve been practicing for our show, unlike some people,” He teases. Luke sticks his tongue out, setting his guitar down to curl up next to Ashton.

“I just really like this song.”

“Which one?” Ashton asks. Luke holds an earbud out to Ashton. Ashton takes it, sticking it in his ear. Luke plays it again, watching Ashton bop along to it next to him.

“Why do you like that one?”

“What do you mean?”

“It just sounds sad. ‘Not looking to be found’ and ‘being unaware of where you’re going.’ Usually you like happy songs. What on Earth made you pick this one?”

“It’s not sad. It’s hopeful. You don’t have to be found or know where you’re going, just that you have a purpose to what you’re doing and that you want to be yourself. I like it. It makes me feel better about being who I am. Besides it reminds me of you,” Luke says, taking his earbud back and setting his phone down.

“Me?”

“Yeah. You help me not feel so lost sometimes. Like, even when I’m confused or uncertain, I know that I always have you to guide me along. Without you, I wouldn’t be confident wearing all the lingerie and makeup that I do. You’ve always encouraged me to just be true to myself. You help me take that leap because I know that no matter what, you’ll catch me,” Luke says. Ashton’s quiet next to him, humming slightly.

Luke glances over at Ashton, blushing when he sees how intensely Ashton’s staring at him. Ashton leans over, pulling Luke into a kiss, peppering them along Luke’s cheeks, his nose, his neck when Luke starts to laugh, squirming in Ashton’s grasp.

“You’re gonna get me all gross,” Luke complains in mock offense, giggling and snorting when Ashton just tugs him closer, rubbing over him.

“Well, then we can just take a shower after and I can make you coffee and make you practice our actual music,” Ashton says. Luke laughs again, squealing a little when Ashton squeezes his waist, where he’s ticklish. Ashton does it again, smiling mischievously when Luke laughs again, saying Ashton’s name over and over again while Ashton torments him.

“I’m so close to learning this song though,” Luke whines when Ashton finally stops. Ashton stands, smirking as he picks Luke up in a bridal carry, causing Luke to shriek again, clinging onto Ashton’s shoulders.

“Unless you plan to play that song at our show, you have to actually practice our music. Since that’s what people are paying to see and if you miss up any of the words, you know they’ll tease us about it forever. Look what happened with Waste the Night,” Ashton says, carrying Luke inside and up towards their bedroom. Luke pauses, thinking about it. It’s actually not a bad idea for him to play the song on tour. He’s sure he can text Rian, get the number for John and ask (beg) to play the song live. He wants to show off Ashton to everyone, show that he’s engaged to Ashton in front of everyone. This song could be that, showing Ashton his love and appreciation every night, over and over again. What band can argue with that? They got Mark Hoppus to let them cover What’s My Age Again, and this would have to be easier to get permission for. Luke vows to get on his phone as soon as Ashton gets distracted and he can put his plan into motion. It has to be a surprise.

***

Luke’s vibrating with excitement backstage. He’s been so pumped for the last 30 minutes, jumping around happily and practicing his notes in the corner in between sips of his vodka and cranberry juice. Micahel’s rolled his eyes, calling him unbearably annoying and shoving him off, but he’s giggling just as widely, plucking out notes on his guitar and laughing along with Luke when he starts singing the opening notes of She Looks So Perfect. It’s the first show of the tour, the first night they get to go out on stage in front of everyone and the energy in the room is unmatched. Luke feels at home here, with his best friends, his soulmates, getting ready to do the thing they love.

Despite how careful Luke is about what he wears on stage, he’s dressed up special for tonight, wearing a black sheer bra and panty set, covered in red and pink embroidery florals and little green vines stitched into it under his red silk shirt and leather trousers with his gold glitter boots. He’s wearing his gold eyeshadow and gold nail polish to match, highlighter dusting his cheeks, body glitter sparkling where his shirt is open, light pink gloss on his lips. He feels bolder tonight with his engagement ring and the thrill of starting a new tour and knowing what he’s going to do on stage.

Ashton hasn’t taken his eyes off Luke since they got backstage. He’s watched Luke get ready, watched him put on his makeup, watched his mouth, his throat, everytime he takes a drink from his cup. He’s been staring at where Luke’s shirt is open, the edges of the lacy lingerie peeking out. Luke can’t see it, but he knows Ashton’s been looking at his ass in his trousers too whenever he turns around. Luke knows that Ashton loves the leather trousers, loves how Luke looks in them. Luke put them on in the hopes of what might happen after the show, but if the way Ashton’s looking at him, all heat and open desire, is anything to go by, Luke thinks he might be able to talk Ashton into starting now, before they go on stage.

Luke corners Ashton in the bathroom when Ashton excuses himself. He ignores the knowing glances and eyebrow wiggles from Michael and Calum in favor of chasing after Ashton, darting into the room behind him and locking the door.

Ashton glances over at Luke in the sink mirror, making eye contact with him while he washes his hands. Ashton’s wearing a tight black button down shirt with tight black pants, both showing off his muscles, the material strained around his biceps and thighs. He’s styled his hair, dyed black, in his older Rockabilly style, one curl escaping the hold to fall into his eyes, and he hasn’t shaved in at least a day, stubble covering his cheeks. It makes Luke a little dizzy with want, imaging Ashton pinning him down and fucking him later, rubbing his face into Luke’s neck, over his skin, leaving him red and raw.

“Can I help you?” Ashton asks, aiming for casual, but just coming off as excited. Luke crosses the room quickly, pining Ashton against the sink and kissing him. Ashton gasps into the kiss, tilting Luke’s head to deepen the kiss, and flipping them, pining Luke to the counter. Luke moans into the kiss, throwing his arms around Ashton’s neck and hooking his leg around Ashton.

Ashton pulls back from him, panting a little, gazing up at Luke, “You look so fucking hot Bambi. God, your legs just go on and on for miles. Could eat you up.”

Ashton presses kisses to Luke’s neck, nipping at the skin. Luke gasps, rubbing against Ashton, trying to create friction between them, dick hard. He moans when Ashton bites him a little harder, getting a hand on Luke’s ass and pressing him closer.

“You’re gonna get me all red if you keep it up,” Luke says, broken gasps in between his words. Ashton grins against his skin, rubbing his cheek against Luke’s neck. Luke moans at the sensation, rough stubble against his smooth skin. He feels the curl of heat in his stomach, knows he’s hard and wet in his trousers.

“Maybe I want you to be. Let everyone out there know you’re mine and only mine.”

“I’m gonna be all sticky if you make me cum in my pants, Ash,” Luke gasps, bucking up when Ashton gets a hand on his dick and squeezes.

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“Will you suck me off? Wanna feel you all night,” Luke moans out when Ashton bites his neck, squeezing him again. Ashton nods, wasting no time unbuttoning Luke’s trousers, pulling them and his panties down, letting Luke’s dick free of them, red and leaking. Ashton gets his mouth around Luke easily, swallowing him and rubbing his cheeks against Luke’s smooth, shaven thighs. Luke moans, throwing his head back, one hand in Ashton’s hair, one hand gripping the counter top.

Ashton looks up at Luke, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, bobbing up and down, making a point of making sure his stubble catches on Luke’s skin. Luke moans at the sensation of rough and sharp on his thighs, knows he’s going to be pink and raw all night, knows that with how tight the leather is, he’ll feel it all night as he moves around, jumping around and playing his guitar. It’s thrilling, knowing he’ll have a bit of Ashton on him all night, reminding him of Ashton.

Ashton continues to suck Luke off, running his tongue along the head of Luke’s dick, rubbing his cheeks on Luke over and over again. Luke moans, tightening his hold of Ashton’s hair and tugging. He’s hot, pulled tense from the sensations, thrilled knowing he’ll feel this for the rest of the show. He gasps when he cums, practically sobbing as Ashton swallows, throat bobbing and moaning too, the vibrations going through Luke. Ashton pulls off with a pop, lips wet and shiny, grinning up at Luke.

“God, come here,” Luke breathes out, tugging Ashton up to kiss him, getting his own hand on Ashton’s pants, undoing his button and pulling down pants and boxer briefs, pulling Ashton’s dick out and trying to give his own sloppy handjob. Ashton moans, rubbing his face against Luke’s neck, arching into Luke’s hand, bucking his hips a few times before he’s coming over Luke’s hand.

Luke wrinkles his nose, holding his hand out to the side away from his clothing. Ashton snorts at Luke, turning the water on behind them and tucking himself back into his pants while Luke washes his hands.

“If you hate being dirty so much, why do you continue to insist on doing that?” Ashton asks, leaning down to take a drink from the sink, swishing the water around and spitting it out. Luke makes a face again, pulling up his own panties and leather, wiggling into it a little to get situated before he starts to button up.

“I just don’t want to get any on my shirt. It’ll ruin the material.”

Ashton snorts, “Should have thought of that before cornering me in the bathroom.”

“You kept looking at me. I can’t not do anything about it,” Luke mumbles, kissing Ashton softly. Ashton gives me a peck back, grinning into the kiss.

“Sap. Come on, we’ve gotta be on stage in 10 minutes and I’m worried the guys will start looking for us soon.”

Luke giggles, letting Ashton tug him out of the bathroom, enjoying the sensation of how raw his thighs feel rubbing against the leather. It’s grounding, a reminder of Ashton he’ll get to wear for the rest of the night, even if Calum and Michael keep giving Luke knowing glances when they get back.

The show starts without a hitch. They make it through the opening number, through the stage banter, through half the set list without forgetting the chords or the words or what they’re doing. Luke’s gotten to make at least 3 announcements about his engagement, held his ring up for everyone to see, called Ashton his soon to be husband enough times that he thinks Ashton’s face is just permanently red. It’s thrilling, everytime he gets to say he’s going to marry Ashton in front of everyone. Luke knows he’s going to have to play the song soon, knows it’s built into the set list right before Amnesia, so Ashton won’t be ready to play drums, but will still be surprised. It worked it out with Michael and Calum and their crew a few days, set it all up so everyone’s ready.

“So, this next song is actually a cover,” Luke announces, glancing behind him. Ashton’s frozen, mid sip of water, confusion on his face.

“Is it really Luke?” Michael says into the mic, grinning at Luke, eyes flitting between the two of them.

“It is. Not many people know this, but I love The Maine. I love them so much that Ashton, my fiance, probably sings them in his sleep because of how much I play them. And do you know what else I love? Ashton. He’s the love of my life, my heart and soul, and I wanted to give him my own gift. This song is called (Un)Lost. I wanted to dedicate this to Ash, who’s always been my rock, my grounding force. Even when I’m lost and confused, Ashton always guides me home, guides me back to myself. He always reminds me to love myself and to be myself. He’s helped me grow in so many ways and I can’t possibly put into words how much I love him, so I wanted to play this song for him,” Luke says, half turned, staring at Ashton. Ashton’s mouth is opened in a silent “o,” frozen in place behind his drum kit. Luke plays the opening notes, hands working automatically to play the song he’s learned to play over the last week, words coming to him easily. Michael joins him, playing his own guitar chords, working in harmony with Luke as he stares at Ashton. He’s trying to will Ashton to understand him, to hear him as he says I’m not looking to be found, just want to feel unlost, wills Ashton to understand what Luke’s trying to say to him.

He finishes the song, plays the last note, staring at Ashton. There’s a beat where Ashton sits there silently before jumping up from behind his kit, crossing the stage in quick strides, wraps his arms around Luke and kisses him, tipping Luke backwards slightly. Luke stumbles, tilted backwards and off balance, before Ashton wraps his arm around him, steadying him while he keeps kissing him. Luke’s sure Ashton will keep kissing him, that he’ll keep kissing Ashton, if it wasn’t for Calum’s loud wolf whistle into the microphone, Michael’s laughter telling them to keep it in the bedroom. They pull apart, nose to nose while Ashton stares intensely into Luke’s eyes.

“I love you. I love you, so much I forget to tell you because it’s just part of who I am. I’ll find you over and over again if I have to, I’ll be your home, I’ll be whatever you need because I love you,” Ashton whispers, low enough that no one else can hear them.

Luke tears up, reaching a hand up to brush a sweaty curl behind Ash’s ear, “I love you too. You’re my other half. I’ll be your rock, your everything as long as you’ll have me.”

Ashton grins, pressing a quick kiss to Luke’s lips before letting him go, letting him straighten up, regain his balance and remembering where he is. Michael and Calum are already teasing them both as Ashton goes back to the drum kit, but Luke can’t possibly care. He loves Ashton completely and wholly and everyone knows it. Luke doesn’t want to be found, he just wants to feel unlost, wants to feel purpose and he has that with Ashton. What more could he want?

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #my writing #lingerie luke series #this is soft and love and tiny smut

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watching-pictures-move · 3 years

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Movie Review | The Decline of Western Civilization series (Spheeris, 1981-98)

Many years ago, before I sold out to the man, I have to admit I felt a certain attraction to punk music. No, I was never anywhere close to a full on punk (I was, and still am, extremely lame), but I have to admit the anti-establishment streak definitely resonated with me at a certain point of time. (Not that it still doesn’t, but in addition to selling out, I’ve softened with old age.) Like many people I’ve found appealing the political conscience and mix of influences of the Clash, or the boneheaded energy of the Ramones, but I also found my interest straying to hardcore punk. I remember the first time I listened to “Damaged II” by Black Flag and finding it unbelievably abrasive and foreign to my ears, yet it was something I couldn’t get out of my head, and returned to the song and the album it was from a few years later and appreciated it as one of the most forceful expressions of angst ever recorded. I remember first learning of bands like X and Fear, and seeing performance footage on YouTube and being thrilled by the rawness and danger, especially when they had to fight off their fans. This footage was from Penelope Spheeris’ cult classic documentary, The Decline of Western Civlization, which for years was not easily available but I have now finally seen in its entirety.

The movie is structured simply, moving from one band in the L.A. punk scene to another, interviewing them in their natural habitats and punctuating this with footage of their performances. Songs are presented in full so we can get the complete experience. The first band we see is Black Flag, then with frontman Ron Reyes. They are lively on stage but it’s interesting to note how different the energy was prior to the arrival of Henry Rollins, who brought a certain discipline and muscularity to their music. (One of the songs featured here, “Depression”, pops up again in Damaged, and the impact in the latter is noticeably more forceful.) The guys here come across as aimless and destitute, living in a decrepit church where they’ve turned the closets into makeshift bedrooms, seemingly losing money with every gig. But they are also quite affable (you can tell the lyrics of “TV Party” sprang from these minds) and do not have illusions about their situation, especially their difficulty in getting gags thanks to their rowdy fans. These scenes play like a moment frozen in time, right before the band’s most significant period would begin. We move next to the Germs, and these scenes play like a car accident in slow motion, with Darby Crash’s self-destructive tendencies on full display. This was a short time before his death, which occurred between completion of filming and the theatrical release (his image was featured heavily on the promotional materials), once again giving this a lost in time quality.

Next we go to the headquarters of Slash Magazine, the staff of which moonlights as a band called Catholic Discipline. The frontman complains about New Wave, claiming it doesn’t actually exist, yet they come across as downmarket New Wavers who are slumming it in the punk scene. Yet their love of music and their work is obvious and the frontman does possess a certain charisma. Much of what we see of the punk lifestyle is squalid and dismal, yet the music of X manages to poeticize this condition. Their unassuming demeanours during their interview contrast sharply with their vigour in their performances, during which they do their share of batting off overeager fans. We get a burst of political conviction when the Circle Jerks launch into the libertarian anthem “Red Tape”, but this dissipates by the time they start playing “I Just Want a Skank”. We spend some time with the Alice Bag Band and then are treated to a montage of interviews with punk fans. These are shot in monochrome with stark backgrounds and a single bulb providing the lighting, which has the effect of bringing them and their words into sharp relief. We hear similar stories again and again, of aimlessness and aggression, the subjects using the music both as an outlet for their frustrations and inspiration for violence.

Spheeris’ camera has been largely nonjudgmental, yet there’s an undeniable sadness in this sequence. But lest I make it sound that the movie makes punk seem uniformly depressing, the closing sequence provides a potent antidote. The electrifying final minutes of the film feature a performance by Fear (who are not interviewed). The atmosphere here is hostile, with the band riling up the audience with homophobic and misogynistic taunting and having to physically fight them off throughout their set list. It might be tempting to liken their shtick to cheap alt-rightish provocation, but I think that robs their music of the proper context. When almost all their peers and fans adopt an attitude of “everything sucks”, Fear’s ability to find the humour in that mentality is kind of refreshing. It also would ignore the sheer muscularity of the delivery, which almost turns the music into a form of violence. The film is undeniably a fascinating document, but while Spheeris may have had the good fortune of turning on her camera in the right place and right time (even if she had to pay to rent soundstages to film some of the performances), it’s moments like this of pure exhilaration that cement the film’s greatness.

Part II: The Metal Years takes place almost a decade later, with a drastically new context and perspective. This time the focus is on the L.A. metal scene, which was a dominant cultural force unlike hardcore punk ever was. And this time around Spheeris’ POV is less of impartial observation and more satirical condescension. Taken journalistically, the movie is obviously compromised, particularly in an interview of Ozzy Osbourne that’s misleadingly edited to make it look like he has the shakes. I wish the movie hadn’t done this, as Ozzy is a flamboyant enough presence that he’s already funny without needing to frame him into gags, something Spheeris acknowledged in an interview years after the fact. Ozzy and a few other veterans of the scene are not immune to metal culture’s innate ridiculousness (the movie’s biggest laugh for me was Spheeris’ deadpan reaction to Steven Tyler’s extended masturbation metaphor to describe the rock’n’roll lifestyle). It’s worth noting that Spheeris asked her subjects how they wanted to be filmed, leading to such choice setups as Gene Simmons in a lingerie store and Paul Stanley in a bed full of scantily clad models. (Lemmy allegedly took offense to how he was portrayed, claiming Spheeris shot him from afar to make him look stupid, but I don’t think he comes across badly. He’s low key and unassuming in a way that contrasts him from the other participants, at the very least in terms of appearance).

The structure of this entry is tighter, using snippets of different interviews to flesh out different ideas, exploring the decadence and excess of the music and the surrounding culture. We even hear from the anti-metal folks, particularly in one amusing scene where a woman describes the dangerous potential of metal fashion with the solemnity of a cop or anti-gun advocate describing illegal firearms. Performance footage is limited to brief excerpts, usually for comic relief (assless chaps and a limp attempt to set fire to a Soviet flag are highlights), although we do get an extended look at a sleazy stripping context. (The club owners featured seem as much into the metal lifestyle as some of the musicians and fans, in sharp contrast to the genial working class types featured in the first and third entries.) The most notorious segment of the film is the interview with Chris Holmes from W.A.S.P., who lounges in a pool in alcoholic self loathing, which probably went farther in deflating the excitement around the metal scene than any single moment. Yet like the first film, this one refuses to lock into too narrow view of its subject and rebounds with a Megadeth performance that goes a long way in showing that yes, this music can in fact be good. (I should say that I enjoy my share of hair metal, which Megadeth is decidedly not, but the songs earlier in the film don’t do the best job of selling the genre. Although anything would look lame with assless chaps.) This movie is more obviously flawed than the original, but I can’t help but kind of love it. The fact is that the metal musicians and fans, despite being somewhat boneheaded, are also full of good vibes and fun to hang around (more so than the self-serious punk fans in the original), and the movie is quite slick and stylish by documentary standards, which makes the film true to its subject matter in a a way. I mean, you open the movie with Motorhead and I’m half won over already, and I haven’t stopped thinking (and smiling) about it since I’ve seen it.

The good vibes don’t carry over to Part III, which follows a group of homeless gutter punks in L.A. around another decade later. Once again there’s a change in context and perspective, with Spheeris coming across as more compassionate and maternal. The musicians here offer a more sobering, grounded presence. The veterans here, Keith Morris and Rick Wilder, come across as survivors more than anything, particularly the latter with his skeletal, emaciated appearance. The music this time around is almost beside the point, although we do get the sense that it offers the main subjects one of their only sources of relief. Their stories are similar. Broken homes. Forced onto the streets. Substance abuse. The movie feels like extended versions of the Darby Crash scenes and the interviews from the original, but with the grim consequences covered in the final moments, and the film’s sense of despair is alleviated only by the compassion Spheeris brings to the material. I can’t see myself returning to this as readily as it’s more downbeat and less dynamic than the previous movies, but it is undeniably moving, and had a profound effect on Spheeris as well, who decided to become a foster parent after her experience making this movie.

#film #movie review #the decline of western civilization #the decline of western civilization part ii: the metal years #the decline of western civilization part iii #penelope spheeris

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haus-of-wu · 3 years

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Chung Ha - Querencia: Album Reaction

This was a jam-packed album full of ChungHa’s versatility. Querencia truly is an exquisite product of ChungHa’s many months mulling over this album in its entirety.

Normally, I wouldn’t put a “Keep Reading” on these, but this album is LONG and I don’t want to clog up the dash.

SIDE A {NOBLE}

Nice mysterious instrumental that would be fitting of a teaser trailer. ChungHa’s voiceovers of “authentic self”, “where my desires are protected”, “my own oasis”, and ultimately ending on “querencia” set the tone for the album’s concept.

Bicycle

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The trap percussion pattern and the instrumental is super catchy. However, this is not my favorite ChungHa title track.

What is interesting about it for me is that this is one of the first times that I get to hear her rap (and in English). The Ariana Grande Side to Side references in the imagery are very intentional. If anything, this feels more like something Blackpink would do, which is why it’s throwing me off so much.

It’s a bit confusing that we’re talking about a bicycle, but we have motorcycle broom/vroom adlibs. I think the verses are fire, but the chorus is ultimately disappointing compared to the rest of the song.

Masquerade

The Latin vibes on this one though !! The horn line and percussion are very characteristic of Latin pop. The chorus does a really good job of weaving the melody of the horn line with ChungHa’s voice.

Introducing some acoustic guitar in the second verse is a nice change-up. Throw “Masquerade” immediately into the good vibes playlist, bc it’s a innocuous fun beat.

Flying on Faith

The plucky electric guitar - a Touch!

One of Chungha’s all-English tracks in the album, and one that really Feels like it could be on Top 40 Radio here in the US. The beginning of this reminds me of some punk pop from the mid-2000s, and the rest reminds me of something Aly and AJ-esque.

I love how the chorus adds in several more layers to the instrumental, which help continuously drive the song forward.

(Also beginning with guitar but ending with piano? N i c e !)

Luce Sicut Stellae

There’s Latin percussion rhythms in this one, with a nice mellow tempo.

“Shine for, shine for me tonight” - the chorus is immediately happiness inducing for absolutely NO reason. :)

It’s good music to study or work to. The instrumental is simple, and you just get to enjoy ChungHa’s vocals.

SIDE B {SAVAGE}

Very nightclub vogue beats for this instrumental. Fitting, since it’s basically taking us into the next quarter of the album which focuses on dance music.

Stay Tonight

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“Stay Tonight” has such a great groove to it; it was an instant addition to my playlist the moment I first heard it. A very solid ChungHa dance track, paired with some really great visuals (I was a sucker for the blue extensions).

The instrumental introduction really just builds your interest all the way up to the verse. And the chorus? It drops, and the bassline gets grungy while ChungHa’s voice sails above the whole orchestration. STAAAAAAAAAY~

Dream of You - with R3HAB

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When ChungHa dropped this all-English dream of a song, I immediately latched onto it. It’s confident and honestly a bit of a tease.

“I can’t stand that you might be in someone’s bed, with some ____ all over you” - like OKAY we’re HERE

The build up to the chorus is suave - the backing instrumental that reverbs every time ChungHa sings the chorus just adds ante to it.

But also, favorite lyrics of the album: “I got whiskey, I got gin, and lingerie”

Bother Me

The “distant audio” effect at the beginning just makes the verse come in even HARDER - this is a Groove.

The spoken drawling verses that launch into quick rolling lines are such a nice contrast. The booming bass and funk make this a club hit.

Chill

Chill gives a cruising down the street in the summer with the roof down vibes.

It embodies its title - it’s Chill.

There’s a huge contrast between how much instrumentation the verses have compared to the choruses. The verses are pretty clean, with only percussive elements and one bass instrument, so ChungHa’s voice shines easily. On the other hand, the chorus of Chill has layers of backing vocalizations, much more instruments providing bass harmonies, which enables ChungHa’s clear timbre to give this song a burst of color.

SIDE C {UNKNOWN}

This instrumental is just the whacky percussive elements thrown together. It sounds like a mix of EDM and sci-fi video game music and sound effects.

Play - feat. Changmo

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Summertime tropical beach beats - the metal drums really lend themselves to creating that vibe.

Changmo’s rap feature here is Legit and he gets a solid amount of air time - definitely a solid collab.

I think what I appreciate most about Play is how the chorus and adlibs allow ChungHa’s vocals to really shine.

Demente - feat Guaynaa

ChungHa in ESPAÑOL?? With a collab?? YES !!

It’s wonderful to hear how much she worked on her pronunciation to be able to put together a song with several verses and a chorus in Spanish.

The foghorn noises though - very on brand for the genre I suppose.

Guaynaa’s bars were wonderful, but I especially LOVE when the two of them sing the chorus together. Good harmonies folks, we love that

Lemon - feat Colde

This song immediately gives off swanky retro lounge vibes. The “Lemon, Lemon” chorus moves from ear to ear.

Overall, a soothing rhythmic tune to listen to when getting stuff done.

Honestly, I think one of the best things about this album is that Chungha’s collabs allow Byulharangs to find new artists - Colde definitely is up my alley for chill rap.

BYULHARANG (160504 + 170607)

The acoustic guitar chords immediately jerk me back into mid-2000s TSwift country pop. It’s comforting, a song directly for the fans, and it feels like a warm throw blanket.

SIDE D {PLEASURES}

Synth noises? Also a candidate for sleek mysterious teaser music

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Soulful, sultry, with good vocals - X has It.

It has a lilting, wistful vibe, one that reminisces on what could’ve been, but ultimately did not happen. The instruments gradually layer on in a neat manner as we approach the chorus, and continue building as we hit the last chorus.

“You should’ve loved me at my worst, now you just watch me on your TV screen”

All Night Long

The way the instruments wiggle between your ears is trippy - but this has a nice minimal setup for the verse.

In this chorus, ChungHa just croons, and it’s breathtaking.

Everybody Has

An almost drama-esque piano intro - it’s a calming conclusion to the amazing novel of work ChungHa has given us with this album.

The mixing on this track with the variety of acoustic instruments...very tasteful.

Comes N Goes

A clappy feel good pop anthem - it also has the elements of a happy-inducing girl group track. The airy pre-chorus, clear carefree chorus.

Querencia (Epilogue)

Hypnotic chord progressions with a snappy snare. Fin !

#kylie rates kpop #chung ha #chungha #kpop #am i seriously starting to become a kpop thoughts blog? who knows #chungha !!#r3hab #changmo #guaynaa #colde

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angelicspaceprince · 4 years

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Random Beetlejuice HCs.

Random Beetlejuice headcanons (there are some sad ones about how he died at the end of the SFT stuff, soz all). Also there is some stuff that is AFAB but not AMAB, I’ll work on that later. TW: Suicide, depression, self-harm talk.

SFT:

Is a hand holder. He needs to hold your hand whenever people are around to centre himself but also to show the world that you’re his and to just know that he is loved and to make sure you know you are loved

Really bad social skills and a horrid sense of personal space

Is a literal ball of anxiety and is a stimmer

Rocks in a ball when things ever overwhelming and flaps his hands when nervous

You get him a fidget toy that he uses so much it breaks within a month, so you have a steady supply at hand that he keeps in his pocket always

Is meh on the coffee thing, isn’t a massive tea fan, hot chocolate is where it’s at!

Actually a really good cook? He watches a ton of cooking Youtube videos when you’re away at work or at friends and ends up taking it up as a hobby

Legit cries when you give him his first gift ever because he’s never received a gift before

The first time you go to family Christmas and they give him a present he has to excuse himself because he just starts crying because these people don’t even know him and they got him a present? What the fuck?

Much to your surprise, he takes up knitting?

It’s a nice way to cool his brain and keep focused without disassociating (which he does often) and the bonus is he gets cute socks out of it?

In his mind, it’s a win win situation

Also he can knit dicks to throw at people, that’s just extra awesome

Can play guitar, piano and saxophone. Often likes to sing to you but the content matter of the songs aren’t always loving (mostly about how he wants to pound you)

Actually not a massive fan of horror movies, they’re so unrealistic that it bugs him

Will make sure that you can’t leave his grasp if he needs a cuddle session on the couch because he needs that contact time

Is really sensitive but will make a joke out of it, so half the time you don’t know if he isn’t offended or if he is and he’s just hiding it

You come home one day and suddenly there is just….a dog in your house?

“His name is Sandy, he is a black Labrador and he is our son now.”

Absolutely shocking handwriting. Just. Abysmal. You can’t make it out, so now its just become some weird game of Pictionary whenever he leaves a note for you that isn’t the phrase ‘I love you’.

Is super messy (obviously) but if you tell him to clean up, he will

If you do the dishes together (the only way you can get him to help clean up after cooking), he does the drying up because he does not want to shove his hands into hot soapy water, no thank you

When he dances, its not the timid, shy dancing you see when people aren’t dancing in a group. Its full on, full body, the entire house is his stage kinda dancing. And its arguably pretty good

Even when he gets you to dance what clearly isn’t a proper tango, but it’s fun none the less.

Really sensitive about suicide and self-harm, because he’s been there

Think about it, he was Juno’s assistant (movie, not musical, I know) which means he was a public servant which means he committed suicide

Given the way that everyone who has died carries on how they died into the afterlife through their looks from the moment they died, we can reason that Beetlejuice looks exactly like how he did when he died

The moss and hair and mildew and just the general damp look he seems to carry makes me think that he was either drunk, fell over and drowned in a puddle or lake or it was a calculated move and he killed himself to get away from his mother or just general demons

So yeah, if you self-harm or talk about killing yourself, he takes that very personally because you deserve better than that, and he’ll be damned if you kill yourself on his watch

It takes him a while to admit to you what happened and how he died, and it most definitely happens when you’re both drunk, but you remember what he says and whenever he talks about his childhood because its horrible and always ends with you holding him close because he clearly needs that shit

NSFT

Our boy here is such a switch

There are days where he needs to absolutely dominate the shit out of you, controlling every aspect of what happens, including when, where and how you cum

But sometimes he just needs to be taken care of and to obey every order you give him

Has tried every single kink and only a few of them are a hard no in his books

But if he had to limit it to his top 5-10 they’d be: Mommy/Daddy Kink, Puppy Kink, Cum Inflation (or anything to do with cum really), edge play, cock warming, anything that ends with either of you having a tummy bulge due to a toy, cock or just the sheer amount of cum that’s in you, humiliation, public sex, impact play and adduction/consensual non-consensual play

Rarely asks for you to be a sub for 24 hours, but he’s happy to be in puppy space or in sub space for days or even weeks if you so want or if he needs

Can give himself blowjobs

Also enjoys having his clones get in on the fun and to mess with you throughout the day if he knows he can get away with it

So. Many. Dick. Pics.

Just. Constantly sending you photos of his junk because he can

Sex is rarely serious unless you’re in a scene where that is required. If you two are just fooling around, it’s full of puns and laughter

Wearing stripes turns him on, wearing his clothes even more so

Lingerie to him is wearing his oversized hoodies and a pair of striped panties

Really good at shibari

If you’re in public and aren’t paying attention to him, he will slide a hand up towards your crotch and just push his way inside and start fingering you until you cum as quietly as you possibly can before sucking his fingers clean with a grin because ‘you should have been paying attention’

Massive case filled with toys that seem endless, almost like the perverted version of Mary Poppins’ bag

Likes to put toys in you when he’s in dom mode and make you wear them in public all day whilst he’s at home controlling the vibrator settings, just to see how much you can take

He. Will. Eat. You. Out. And is the king of it. And is proud of that fact

Aftercare is a must between the two of you, and due to his abandonment issues you can’t leave during aftercare time. You can during a scene if you tell him where you’re going and why but afterwards, he needs you there without interruption until he’s fully recovered. Both in dom and sub mode

Safe word is bath, for obvious reasons

You managed to get him in the shower once to tell him it’s a kink of yours to fuck in the shower and he was down for that. Didn’t work a second time, but he got the picture. BATHE

Has, on more than one occasion, made his dick stripy to surprise you and it always ends with you going no. Just no.

Produces an extreme amount of cum, it should be illegal and inhuman, which incidentally, he is

Can make his cock grow, swell, shrink, whatever you need on his command and he loves when he’s being cockwarmed to make his cock grow whenever you shift or move as punishment

Sometimes, in sub space, if he’s feeling needy and you need to work, you get him to sit in your chair and you sit on him. If he moves without warning, you make it to leave but he whines and promises to be good. If he says ‘I just need to adjust’ or whatever, then you won’t move if he starts to shift

IS. INTO. PRAISE. KINK

PRAISE THIS BOY

SO MUCH!

If you praise him well enough in sub space, he will cum without being touched and that, at the end of the day, is the goal

Really fucking low refectory period, like we are talking seconds

He’s not a one go type of guy, if you guys be fucken, you guys be fucken for hours

Has done stretches before sex to make you laugh and roll your eyes

Bought glow in the dark condoms once and surprised you with it

Most of the time, he will hold hands with you in some way as you fuck

Falls asleep within seconds of finishing and holds onto you so tight you can’t escape to pee or do whatever you need to do

Favourite positions: Doggy style, you riding his face or him or up a wall/on a counter

Claims you’re his favourite meal and that he has saved the best seat in the house which is his lap or his face

Most DEFINITELY as left you tied up in a room with a vibe pressed firmly on your clit to see how many times you can cum. He’s just outside the door, you both just like it when he acts as if he has left you alone to ‘suffer’

#ama writes #ama's stuff #Beetlejuice the Musical #Beetlejuice #Beetlejuice The Animated Series #Beetlejuice (1988)#Betelgeuse #Beetlejuice headcanons #beetlejuice the musical headcanons #headcanons #betelgeuse headcanons #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice/reader #betelgeuse/reader #betelgeuse x reader #beetlejuice x reader headcanons #beetlejuice/reader headcanons

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koiyyo · 4 years

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in the name of kaede’s birthday, could be we get some headcannons of how she and the rest of the v3 characters would celebrate?

kaede birthday headcanons (:

suggested by anon

written by mod corn

edited by mod irusu

hey so we forgot about this until last minute but it still counts right don’t worry about it! haha.. (also it’s not midnight for me so shut up it’s not late. not at all.)

thank you so much for the ask, anon!

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shuichi

- probably the only one who remembers its her birthday

- depressingly sings happy birthday with a kazoo

- can’t afford much so he bought her matching friend rings

- tried to play her the piano but failed

- attempted to take her on a ferris wheel but fainted before they even got on

- “lets just watch movies at your house”

maki

- had to come after everyone left

- would’ve killed kokichi if not

- kaito had to give kaede the gift for her, was too shy

- spent her allowance on an expensive pink bracelet

himiko

- tried to perform a magic act to impress her

- failed, cried, tenko and angie escorted her out

- ‘i’m so sorry my mana was just low’

- still had a fun time baking cookies for the party

- her magic trick that didn’t fail was “watch me turn this handkerchief into flowers”

- kaede treated the flowers like her children

kaede

- about had a heart attack when they surprised her

- she didn’t think it was a big deal but they do??

- started crying because she was so happy

- forced all of them to take photos with her

- said it was the best day of her life, says this every year

rantaro

- deadass forgot about it

- only remembered when the party started

- took her shopping to the places his sisters like

- he doesn’t understand women, bless

- maki tagged along and helped which is probably for the better

- stuck around for movie time™ and vibed

kirumi

- was the person that actually remembered her birthday and planned the party out

- only one allowed in the kitchen

- made a great cake, until kokichi ruined it,,

- got her expensive as hell jewelry

- forced kaede to wear it after she said it was too much

ryoma

- showed up for .3 seconds to wish her happy birthday

- said “i’m taking a smoke break” and never came back

- gave her cash as a gift

- probably got it through illegal means but hell ya money

tenko

- almost beat korekiyo up

- gave her lesbian-pride colored bracelets

- “congrats you’re lesbo now”

- made everyone play limbo

- she won,, skinny legend

- also won at twister every time

angie

- tried to make everyone do a blood sacrifice to atua so the party would go well

- every time she suggested a song it was just holy music

- gave kaede a painting she made

- it was her as an angel,, questionable but well made!

kiyo

- just stands in the corner menacingly, nobody knows how he even got in

- most of his time is spent just creeping people out, almost got banned from all future events

- tries to convince everyone birthdays started as a devil worshipping cult

- got sprayed by holy water until he left

- gave her an occult book as a gift

gonta

- brought some of his butterflies to the party :)

- made kokichi go feral because of them

- people had to sit on his shoulders to hang up decorations

- gave her a beetle as a present, it’s living its best life

miu

- licks everything edible seductively, doesn’t matter what it is or who’s watching

- ate an entire cake slice in one bite and almost threw up

- tried to introduce alcohol, got sprayed by holy water

- gave kaede lingerie as a gift, causing her soul to leave her body

- believes that kaede enjoyed it but it has never left her closet

kaito

- said he’ll name a star after her

- but alas, he is poor, so he opted for a NASA themed jacket

- fell asleep during move time™ and had to go home early

- was bullied into doing party games

- “i’m not an old man i can do twister”, next thing everyone hears is his hip popping

kokichi

- introduced party games midway through

- “pin the tail on the donkey” turned into “stabbing rantaro and shuchi”

- made the whole ordeal 10x more chaotic

- slammed kaede’s face into the cake, had to pay for another- almost got murdered by maki and tenko

- threw a spider on kaede as her present

- the real present was “his friendship”

tsumugi

- cornered kaede into cosplaying

- they both had a fun time doe

- helped decorate, lots of anime related things

- got her a sailor moon figure since it “reminded me of you”

- made her learn anime transformation dances

keebo

- “what’s a ‘birthday’?”

- reluctantly came to the party, tried his best to understand

- had to put lettering on the cake

- “happy day of birthing”

- was used as a stereo against his will

poor keeboy,,

- made by mod corn, posted by mod irusu

#kaede akamatsu #mod irusu #mod corn #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa v3 headcanons

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pearlchu · 4 years

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Answer all “NSFW ASKS”

1:When did you lose your virginity?

I was 18, it was awkward and weird and blegh

2: Rough sex or soft sex?

Rough but I love both tbh

3: Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

A lot. BDSM, toys (vibrators, dildos, straps, etc), anal, knife play, any power play or power dynamic driven thing, impact play, choking, slapping, etc etc

4: Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

A haunted hotel

5: Favourite sex position?

Doggy, missionary, or prone-bone

6: Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

I’m 100% a submissive

7: Have you ever had any one night stands?

Nope

8: Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

All of the above?

9: Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Nearly, mostly foreplay

10: Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Ew yea

11: What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Pink lace with white stripes and a little bow on top

12: How often do you have sex?

If I could choose, every day, but rn not at all

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Mhmmm ~

14: Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Either one

15: Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

They were giving me bad head and they hit a spot wrong so I slapped their cheek on ACCIDENT. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. My body just reacted that way.

16: A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

I’m up for suggestions for this one

17: A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cf6cR6Nve70

18: Are you into dressing up for sex?

Sometimes. I like to wear lingerie or whatever my partner was into

19: Would you prefer sex in the bath or sex in the shower?

Bath, I’m afraid of slipping in the shower lmfao

20: If you could have sex with anyone right now, who would it be?

M...my girlfriend <3

21: Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

Nope and I’m a really jealous person like holy shit. If it were to happen there’d have to be some rules and they’d HAVE to be followed. I would be lying if I had said I hadn’t had fantasies about being spit roasted between two girls lmfao

22: Do you/would you use sex toys?

I do

23: Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

Yeppers

24: Would you have sex with your best friend?

25: Is there anything you do after sex? (for example, smoke, eat, drink)

I need a huge glass of water and some snackies

26: Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Orders

27: Early morning sex or late night sex?

Both

28: Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

None

29: Favourite body part on the same sex?

Their hands. I also love shoulders

30: Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

A bad dragon dildo lmfao

31: Weirdest sexual act some has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you:

My feet, that’s all I wanna say

32: Have you ever tasted yourself? [If no, would you?] [If yes, what did you think?]

I have and it wasn’t too bad ~

33: Is it ever okay to not use a condom:

No, unless you both consented to not using it

34: A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience:

Chocolate

35: Worst possible time to get horny:

At work cause I can’t do SHIT all

36: Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

Oh god so much. When they’re silent I feel like they don’t enjoy it.

37: How much fapping is too much fapping:

None

38: Best sexual complement you ever got:

They said I had a pretty vagina lol

39: Favorite foreplay activities:

Making out, neck kisses, biting, scratching

40: What do you wear to bed?

Nothing

41: When was the first time you masturbated:

Uhhh I was pretty young, I don’t wanna talk about that

42: Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/video of yourself?

I’m sure I do somewhere

43: Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

Never

44: Have/would you ever have sex in public?

Sure

45: Have/would you ever had a threesome?

I think I already answered this ~

46: What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

Toothbrush

47: Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? why/why not?

Yes, because I’m a lesbian

48: Do you like oral sex? (why/why not)

YES because most of the time it’s the only thing that can get me off. My clit is where I need to be touched to orgasm. I legit can’t otherwise.

49: How do you feel about tattoos on someone you are interested in?

Extremely attractive, that’s my type

50: How would you feel about taking someones virginity?

I don’t want to do that ever again lmfao

51: Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

Anything spicy dude

52: Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

Pornstar

53: Do you watch porn?

Yep

54: Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

Nope

55: Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

I do it all the time

56: Would you have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Not at all. Anyone who would is a pussy

57: If you could give yourself head, would you?

Definitely

58: Booty or Boobs?

Both, I love boobs a lot though lol

59: Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

Never, fuck that, no. When I’m committed, they’re my person. No one else.

60: If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

I don’t have that desire at all

61: have you ever watched someone masturbate?

Yepp

62: has anyone ever watched you masturbate?

Nope

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

I don’t...I don’t have one of those

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial, prostate)

Clitoral, vibrator, vaginal + clitoral (oooffff)

65. What is your bra/penis size?

I don’t wanna share here lmfao

66. What is the strangest thing you have ever put up your vagina/anus?

A man

67. When was the last time you masturbated?

Today

68. When was the last time you had sex?

Uhhh 7 months ago

69. When was the last time you watched porn?

Yesterday

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?

First sex toy was an anal plug and the last one I bought was a pink vibe

71. Guys:Circumsized?

72. Which not-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Tummy and hips/thighs

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

My clit lol

74. Girls:Are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?

I can get extremely close

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

Nope

76. When was the last time you have had a wet dream?

Two nights ago

77. Which wet dream was your favorite?

Uhhh can’t remember enough to say

78. Is there a friend you would willingly have sex with?

Nope

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

Nope

80. Favorite sexual position?

Already answered?

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

A little too much

82. Are you into any BDSM?

Oh hell yeah

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?

Yep and because they were not in my same state lol

84. Do you like dirty talk?

Yis

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?

Loudish? I moan a lot, they’re sorta quiet. I also squeak. During masturbation, it depends on if I’m home alone or not.

86. Have you ever been inturrepted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

Yep. Mom. Hated it.

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

Lesbian bdsm / lesbian anything

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

Nope

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

Yep

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?

Nope

91. Have you ever had a friends with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

Nope

92. Ask whatever you want

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all of them pls jodie comer janelle monae phoebe waller bridge, have fun

do you have a crush on anyone? yeee on my grilled friend! bitches be havin girled friends.

what’s your favorite candy? i am cadbury dairy milk bar’s bitch! i also really like kitkats especially the mini ones those are so good.

favorite love song? aaaaa it changes with the weather i like so many but can’t take my eyes off of you is always a classic both it and let’s get married (mitski cover) make me feel Warm and the past few months i cannot stop listening to mr mika tiny love. yes this question asked for one but this is me restraining myself i promise. OH it might be being alive from company actually.

what was your first kiss like? technically my first kiss lasted for .0001 of a second in a public high school hallway and it was by accident so i choose to disregard that one because the one after that was very nice imagine. you are on a BEACH it is MIDNIGHT she tastes like some type of wine and you are not sober and do not know what you’re doing so you’re taking MENTAL NOTES and trying to imitate what it feels like she’s doing but you want to live in this moment forever.

what was your last kiss like? it was sweet! well, more like salty because we were crying but it’s because we are simply full of love!

sexual/romantic orientation? i’m a (fleabag godmother voice) LESBIAN

do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters hands DOWN

favorite fanfic trope? i like it when they’re both friends and in love and afraid to say anything for fear of ruining their relationship. there is a name for this but i hate it so i will not say it it’s two words, first one with an m and second one with a p. Don’t know what it is about that second word but. hate it.

have you ever been in love? yes, highly recommend

favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t like milkshakes I think they’re ice cream soup which is disgusting but my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip if that counts

dinner dates or brunch dates? I prefer the idea of brunch dates but I wake up hungry so in practice probably dinner dates but like. to diners so I can have breakfast food.

favorite flowers? Pink carnations! Honorable mentions to bleeding hearts and roses that are light orange or light blue or light pink.

favorite perfume/cologne? no clue

favorite candle scent? if it’s sold during fall i probably love it anything pumpkin-y or slightly-but-not-too-much cinnamon-y

what’s your ideal first date? we go on a funky lil adventure! we see some fancy house and get food together and then see something else maybe a beeg church i like the way they make me feel small and they make me feel Whole when i’m there with someone i care about. maybe go for a walk in my head this is some city we’ve never been to and we just walk and talk and hold hands and point out pretty architecture.

favorite love story? in real life i am still losing it every time i think about how ronan farrow proposed to jonathan lovett via his BOOK. in fiction i am unfortunately stuck at 11 still losing it over both the doctor and rose as well as mary and matthew crawley.

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk i think suits are hot but i also melt when my girlfriend wears her oversized hoodie she just looks so cute and cozy! i feel like most things are attractive when you’re into a person. also lingerie.

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? vanilla!

snow, rain, or sun? rain but not too hard just a nice light mist

sweetest romantic memory? she wrote me LOVE LETTERS!!!!

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? I have played all of one dating sim, which makes it my favorite by default. Unfortunately, it is UmaPri/My Horse Prince. I did not finish it I got impatient and my apartment watched a playthrough on youtube you don’t even get to fuck horse boy I don’t think you even kiss but it’s still so funny horse boy is obviously the best character.

fictional crushes? leia organa, cheryl blossom or betty cooper (whichever one is more likely to commit a crime on that episode), joan holloway, betty draper, villanelle, all the big little lies milfs, among others.

what’s your dream wedding like? it takes place at the johns hopkins library if i can’t have that then like. some fancy house or library or museum somewhere thats super neat. i don’t know what i wear but i look very nice. all my friends are there and it’s Very Fancy. elegant and refined thats the general Vibe.

what makes you blush? i have no clue i think sometimes when i drink my face flushes so we’ll go with that

do you believe in love at first sight? only in romeo and juliet. i think theres like. a spark at first sight maybe but also not needed for love ya know?

do you believe in soulmates? i don’t know i feel like theres like. maybe a list of people who are your soulmate? like it couldve been this one yea but it also couldve been someone else had circumstances been different like the world is soooooooooooooo big and sometimes theres right place wrong timing i think? i don’t know.

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? on me? all of the above. on hot gals? leather jackets.

what’s your sign? taurus sun, leo moon and rising

are you single? nope i have a grilled friend! i love her!

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? both!

guitar or piano? normally i’d say piano but rianne used to play guitar so mixed thots here also it’s so fun to try and teach her piano and hear her lil laugh when i fix her fingers on the keys. answer foggy try again later

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? when harry met sally!!!!!!

do you fall in love easily? i don’t think so but i’ve only done it once so i could be mistaken

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? i think they’re cute!

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I wanna propose which throws a real Wrench in Rianne’s concurrent desire to propose. Gotta keep the proposal a surprise, soz gang.

cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!

do you like to dance? I cannot dance to save my life but god if I don’t fantasize about it every second of the livelong day

what’s your OTP? please do not make me admit to being into harry potter on main, and worse yet being into dr*rry and w*lfstar it is rightfully embarrassing.

kittens or puppies? I am afraid of almost all living things which includes kittens and puppies but I prefer pictures of puppies

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Cofy!

favorite soda? i hate fizz > : ( why does everyone like it when it feels like theres ants crawling on your tongue?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? is there someone to give me atten shun? if so, i’m lying dramatically on the sofa. if i’m on my own it’s window time babey

favorite ABBA song? this one also changes over the years right now i’m gonna say voulez-vous

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) this is so MEAN okay so phoebe waller-bridge’s dad was named in the panama papers i know she has the most exorbitant amount of wealth and i trust her to treat me right. that leaves jodie and janelle cannot stress enough how much i haaaaate having to kill any of them okay at the oscars we saw what janelle’s tongue can do so unfortunately we will be sacrificing jodie comer : / jodie i’m sorry i love you.

favorite pajamas? I don’t own pajamas because I’m a weirdo who either sleeps in their clothes or an oversized long sleeve t shirt and leggings

favorite liquor? vodka for mixing, sourz for shots

do you think about love a lot? yeeeeeeeeeeee

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? i don’t like sand. it’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere. Honestly I think I’d rather just walk indoors i am anti fresh air got that sweet sweet hay fever

hand kisses or nose kisses? nose kisses!

what’s your dreamhouse? i wanna live in the city in an apartment and due to the fact that i am american it is unfortunately so big in my head no apartment has ever been this beeg and if it did exist i could not afford it but. it’s so pretty i have fancy kitchen cabinets and my living room is filled with bookshelf upon bookshelf of used books and it has room for my piano and i have a beeeeeg sleigh bed and black cherry furniture and a dishwasher and a laundry room. i come home and am filled with calm.

#roman forum #personal

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Live Posting Ep 1. of Wandavision

Rewatching the first episode, and typing a few of my thoughts, if anyone gives half of a fuck.

Elizabeth Olsen is so pretty? Paul Bettany is so hot?? Idk what’s up with me I like every white single woman and every tall white man.

I think that Marvel could be so much better if it was just this. No huge movies trying to one-up each other, just intricate, thoughtful television shows with interested themes and premises. Because I love wandavision at it’s core: parodical slice-of-life television, with that unsettling undertone of “Okay something is wrong.”

Kathryn Hahn always delivers. Always destroys.

Okay here comes the commercial:

Why does the commercial guy looks so familiar? He was in this universe but I can’t remember why.

Also the way that the Toastmate makes a beeping sound like a dreadful timer, ugh... the vibes on this show are on point...

“Forget the past, this is your future!” FUCK

fake 50s television or not, they are the cutest fucking couple... I'm so mad I didn’t look up how old Wanda was (she’s born in the 1980s so she’s not a teenager) because I'm obsessed with them rn. One of the few m/f couples I will forever appreciate.

Okay subtly horny Vision is my favorite fucking kind of Vision!!! yes Elizabeth Olsen does look fucking sexy in that lingerie and it’s so very smart of you to notice it!!

SPOILER (but not really): Wanda can alter reality!! She can literally alter the fabric of it. I thought that she was just controlling hallucinations, but she can literally shift the frabric of reality and create things out of thin air. She’s the most powerful fucking Avenger, and she could have whipped Thanos ass, but the writers really pushed the priority on Toenail Stark, when she’s a much more interesting character.

Okay now that I’ve seen the latest episode, now things are making much more sense about their behaviors in the first episode.

I love the way that the camera depth and clarity changes when the mood shifts back into true reality.

Wanda talks about not having an anniversary or a song, or wedding rings. While it may be completely unintentional, my hc is that, because Wanda and Vision never actually got the chance to get together and be a true couple, their story is incomplete in Wanda’s mind. Not to mention, they never got a happy ending, so they have nothing to represent them: no songs, so rings, no anniversary.

Paul Bettany has a fucking SMILE!!!!!!!!!!! okay teeth come through!!!

#wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #disneyplus #marvel #mcu #elizabeth olsen #paul bettany #wanda and vision #the 50s!!!#real hot girl shit

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A Proposition *Vladimir x Reader x Piotr*

Requests: inspired by these amazing asks my favorite anon, V, sent me. also combining the kink prompt i got of: 80 & Vladimir? (sex as performance/third person watches) Warnings: swearing, smut, a threesome Word Count: 2.5k A/N: this just gives me atomic blonde vibes i’m living for it

Part Two

All your senses are overwhelmed. The stench of too many bodies packed tightly together, cigarette smoke, and cheap liquor choke you. A fast, bass-laden song reverberates throughout the room, mimicking the way you can feel your blood pound in your veins. You push your nerves down, and remind yourself you’ve been in worse situations before.

You’re still a bit jittery, scanning the crowd over and over again every few seconds. They should be here by now. Vladimir may not’ve been punctual, but he was a creature of habit, and it was hard to believe he’d miss his weekly outing to his favorite strip club.

You’d learned another Russian, Piotr, usually came with him. If Vladimir decided to drink, he got aggressive. Whether Piotr was there to protect Vladimir from others, or others from Vladimir, you couldn’t say.

Either way, he showed up just before midnight every Friday, and now so did you. You almost couldn’t take another minute in this sleazy place. You felt stares from every direction, knowing the men were mentally undressing you. It wouldn’t have been hard, since you were already practically naked. You knew you had to pick the most revealing, excessive lingerie to secure some time with Vladimir. Tonight would’ve been much harder if he didn’t think with his dick.

You caught your reflection in a dirty mirror by the bar. You wipe off a bit of lipstick that strayed, and try to add more volume to your hair. You play the part well. You look like someone that belongs here, and maybe you do.

Two new heads enter the crowd, and your gaze darts to them. Finally. You watch as Vladimir pushes his way to the front, by the stage. “Pushes” doesn’t seem to be the right word, because everyone near him is suddenly aware of his presence, and they eagerly part to make room for him. Before any other girls can make their way over to him, you sashay over, head held high.

You’d learned Vladimir went after the ones that didn’t seem so submissive. He wanted a challenge. He wanted his prey to put up a fight first. Well, now he’ll get one.

You run your nails up his arm, smiling teasingly at him. “Interested?” Before he can respond, you grab his hand, leading him to one of the private rooms. Gotcha, asshole.

As you lead him, you feel his hand on your ass. You almost don’t mind it. It disgusts you less than the other dozen creeps who’ve done it in the past hour. On a second thought, you remind yourself of all the terrible things he’s done. What about the terrible thing I’m about to do? you ask yourself. Instead of lingering on that, you force a giggle to escape your lips, turning back to smirk at him as you guide him into the chair in the center of the room. Piotr stands by the door, eyes raking over you just as much, if not more, than Vladimir’s.

Your eyes dart to the beat up couch as you begin to dance for Vladimir (and Piotr, you remind yourself, locking eyes with the other man by the door). Vladimir settles in his chair, welcoming you as you grind down on him. This couldn’t have been easier.

You abruptly push off of Vladimir, lunging at the couch. Your hand sinks deep down between the cushions, grabbing at some things you don’t want to think about, but you come back up with a gun.

Piotr’s reaching for the blade he usually carries in his jacket. You level your gun at him. “Put the knife down, now.” You command. He does, setting it on the floor and sliding it to you.

“Get out,” you tell Piotr, focusing your gun on Vladimir. You honestly didn’t care what happened to Piotr or who he’d tell, your only task was to kill his boss.

Vladimir doesn’t move, still slouched down in his chair a bit and eyeing you like he still has the upper hand. What a fucking fool. You suddenly remember you’re in a sheer bralette and panties that barely cover your ass, and think of how crazy this looks. In lingerie and holding a gun to a Russian mob leader’s head, like you do this every weekend.

“Why?” Vladimir asks. His voice startles you; it’s the only sound apart from the music seeping through the cracks of the door, and the first time you’ve it from him speaking directly to you.

You tilt your head curiously. “I was hired to,” you say, no emotion in your voice. This was what you did for a living, emotion wasn’t allowed to be a part of your life anymore.

“How much?” He asks. You furrow your brows, wondering if he’s trying to distract you. “If you’re going to kill me, at least grant me that.”

“Ten thousand.” You tell him, thinking of how you already spent your 10% upfront on rent for the month.

Piotr chuckles. You glare at him, but Vladimir speaks up again. His lips twist into a sordid smile, “I would have offered you fifty.”

“You’re not worth that much,” you spit out.

“Are you?” he asks, tilting his head dramatically. “You were free just five minutes ago.”

You huff angrily, taking a stride toward him and pressing the barrel of your gun into his forehead. “I guess some people would do anything for money,” you say knowingly. You’d heard all about his businesses. You move away from him again, paranoid he’d try to disarm you.

He looks up at you, confused. “You’re doing this for the money?”

“Why else?” You had no personal vendetta against him, a job was a job. And you were determined to see it out.

“I know a better way for you to make money, one that might be... mutually beneficial,” he starts.

You glance between him and Piotr. “I’m listening.”

“I’ll give you ten thousand, will that be good enough?”

“For... what?” You’re confused. Is he paying you to not kill him?

“You put that gun down, and I get to fuck you. Although you do look amazing holding it,” he proposes, a grin spreading to his face. Piotr clears his throat, and Vladimir turns to look at him, and back to you. “Him too.”

“Deal.” You’d already gotten $1,000 from the original plan, and now you just made $10,000, without even having to dirty your hands. It seemed like money was even more important to you than morals now, but wasn’t it to everyone? You knew it was to the men in front of you, but the similarities between you and your company didn’t make you feel at ease one bit.

“I’ll be right back,” you say, and Vladimir nods. Piotr moves away from the door finally, but only enough so you brush past him when leaving. You hide the gun far away from the room, in case either one decides to pull something.

You enter again, and Piotr locks the door behind you. “Come and give me that dance now,” Vladimir says. He stands up, twirling you around and looking at you.

“I’m not actually a dancer,” you remind him, trying to smile. If he was paying you ten thousand for the hour, you knew to act like it was the best one of your life.

“Shame,” he mutters, pulling you into him roughly. He stares down at you and the shocked look on your face, and you know you’ve gone back to being the prey again.

He chuckles at the flash of fear in your eyes, and presses his lips to yours. There’s nothing gentle about him; it’s all harsh and rough, from the way his stubble scrapes at your face and his hands grope your body in a way that almost makes you feel helpless.

He pushes you against the wall, and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. “What’s wrong? You were so powerful a minute ago.” He laughs quietly, recalling it. He wraps a hand in your hair and yanks, making you cry out.

He brings a hand down onto your ass twice as hard. You don’t even try to contain the moan that leaves you. He glances over to Piotr, who’s taken a spot in the chair, “Of course she likes pain,” he informs him with a smirk.

“Down,” he commands, pushing on your shoulder. You get the hint, turning around to face him and sinking onto your knees.

Your hands fumble with undoing his pants, and then you pull his dick out. He’s heavy and thick, and you press your thighs together as you suddenly feel too empty. “C’mon,” Vladimir says, pushing the back of your head.

You look up at him as you lick the underside of his shaft, all the way to the top, taking the tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around a few times, but don’t hesitate to take as much as you can of him.

Vladimir’s hand tangles in your hair, pressing you even closer to him. You inhale sharply, glaring up at him as you start to bob your head. He smiles down at you, his other hand brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Can’t fight back much from down there, can you?”

You try to disagree with him, and the mangled word’s vibration has him tilting his head back. You make eye contact with Piotr, who is leaning back in the chair, jeans discarded, lazily stroking himself.

His dick looks just as good as Vladimir’s, and you can practically already feel him stretching you out. You sink lower on your knees, ready to help yourself with the hand that isn’t twisting around Vladimir. Your hips grind against the first solid thing you’re met with.

You whimper around Vladimir, fingers seeking out your clit. Even when you realize you’re fucking yourself on his boot, you don’t stop. It seems like everyone is getting attention but you. “Look how desperate she is,” he points out to Piotr, and your face flushes in shame.

Before you have the chance to counter his remark, Vladimir pulls you up without warning, and the sound that results from your mouth leaving his dick is filthy. He pushes you toward Piotr, who says something to in Russian. Piotr looks you up and down, and nods, replying back in their native language.

Piotr reaches out to you, helping you straddle his lap. He puts his hand on the back of your neck, and you surge forward to kiss him. His kiss was less jarring; he either knew not everything had to be a fight for dominance, or he wanted to make Vladimir jealous as much as you did.

He reaches around you, and manages to unclip your bralette. His hands are big and a bit calloused, and they feel perfect on the smooth skin of your breasts. He pushes your panties to the side, teasingly running a finger through your wetness. You moan into his mouth, biting down a bit too roughly on his lip.

He grunts, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him. You gasp loudly, eyes closing as you get used to him filling you. He doesn’t give you the chance, though, instead guiding your hips to grind on him.

You moan his name softly, dropping your forehead into the crook of his neck as you lift yourself up and drop back down onto him. He nips at your shoulder, his hands heavy on your waist and an almost comforting presence.

Piotr spanks you, and the sound echos a bit. “Earn your money,” he growls in your ear. He takes the lobe in his mouth before trailing his lips across your neck, alternating open mouthed kisses and leaving marks. You follow his order, beginning to ride him without his guidance.

You’re aware of Vladimir watching you closely, and you know he’s paying extra attention to all the little sounds that spill from your lips. You’re aware of the song changing a few times before Piotr’s hands grip tightly at your hips again.

He pulls you down hard into his dick after you rise up. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud and biting down on the skin next to it. You moan, a sound that’s music to both mens’ ears, as Piotr cums, slamming his hips up especially hard to meet yours.

You only get a second to breathe before Vladimir is reaching out to you, half pulling, half letting you get off Piotr. Your legs are wobbly as he walks you to the end of the couch, bending you over it.

He enters you easily, since your wetness is mixing with Piotr’s cum. He thrusts deeply, hitting your g-spot with almost every try. You gasp, gripping onto the couch to stay in place. Your face is pressed against a pillow, and it muffles your cries a little. You’re glad, it makes you sound less eager for their rough touches and harsh words.

Vladimir’s hand pulls at your hair again, the other running down your back. Not long after, the dirtiness of it all and the way Vladimir’s dick fits perfectly in you has your stomach tingling. Your pussy tightens around Vladimir as you see stars, and he follows a minute later. You swear he mumbles something that sounds like your name as he does.

Your breath is heavy, and you’re suddenly aware of how hot and stiff the air in the rooms feels. You put your bralette back on, and recline on the couch as Vladimir gets dressed again. You’re aware of the mixed cum dripping out of you and into your panties, but there’s not much you can do to fix that.

“I’ll get your money to you,” Vladimir informs you, buckling his belt.

“How do you-?” You start.

“You don’t think I haven’t been watching you, too?” Vladimir asks with a patronizing laugh, as if you should’ve realized.

Your face pales as you sit up quickly, suddenly feeling bare in both the physical sense, and because you don’t have your gun. Vladimir doesn’t look at you as he leaves.

Piotr walks over to you, and you stiffen. He drops a $100 bill on your lap. “It’s all I’ve got tonight,” he says, almost regrettingly. “We’ll see you again.”

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