#his ass was watching her perform and was going CRAZY in his seat

[sturnioz]

⌗︙— giving chris a strip tease ! authors note. ok so this was supposed to be a short drabble but it ended up being 1.1k words.. :/ the fuck (also no part two for this for the time being !!)

"what the hell are you doin'?" chris laughs lightly as you push at his shoulders, forcing him to sit down at the edge of your bed, instead of greeting him with a kiss when he walks through the door after spending a few hours with his brothers.

although he had fun, he wanted nothing more than to come to your place and spend the rest of his day with you in your arms, so he's surprised by your abrupt actions — rather than your usual welcoming kiss.

the smile still lingers on his lips as he curiously watches you walk to your desk, pick up your phone, and scroll for a few seconds before tapping the screen. suddenly, a familiar song starts playing from the portable speaker he had left at your place a few days prior.

chris finds himself humming along, and he drums his fingers against his thighs and nods his head to the beat. but all of his movements come to a slow halt when he sees you pull at the silk robe you're wearing, revealing his favourite set of lingerie beneath. he swallows thickly, his mouth going dry at the sight.

"holy shit..." chris exhales deeply, blinking at you in shock as he struggles to tear his eyes away from your body. "what are you—what are you doin'?"

"nothing," you quip with a teasing smile, allowing your body to move to the rhythm of the music. you watch as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, struggling to use his words.

chris goes to stand up from the bed, but you shake your head, telling him to remain seated. he huffs in response but does as he's told, his hands curling into tight fists on his thighs as he watches you intently.

he eyes you like a hawk, taking in your languid movements with deep breaths. his cock hardens in his jeans and he shifts uncomfortably on the bed, wanting nothing more than to free himself as his fingers graze over his belt buckle, but he stops once again when you give him a look of warning.

chris laughs in annoyance, "are you, like, fuckin' around with me right now?"

you don't answer. instead your fingers reach behind you to unclasp your bra, letting the straps slide down your shoulders before it pools to the floor, your breasts on display.

chris groans, his tongue prodding at his cheek as he tilts his head back with an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. he then looks back at you, biting down hard on his bottom lip while shaking his head.

you feel a sense of proudness and excitement seeing him so worked up over your mini performance.

you turn your back to him, swaying your hips side to side as your hook your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, and you slide them down your legs, revealing yourself bare to your boyfriend.

your lips stretch into a smile when you hear him curse behind you, and you peer your head over your shoulder to see his eyes staring at your ass, his fists twitching to touch you.

you turn back around to face him, and you slowly walk over to him. he leans back, his lips curling into a grin and his eyes shining as you crawl onto his lap and sit yourself down on his thighs.

he looks up at you, his hands coming around to slide over your hips before caressing your ass, pulling you against him but you tut with a shake of your head.

"stop trying to touch me." you tell him, tone light and teasing despite meaning it.

"i want to fuckin' touch you," chris shoots back, craning his neck to ghost his lips over yours to kiss you, but he huffs in disappointment when you pull away from him again. "i have my girl sittin' naked on top of me and i'm supposed to not to touch her? that's fuckin' crazy."

"just be patient."

"i don't have patience."

you roll your eyes, but you take a hold of his hand, bringing it up to your mouth. you litter a few, gentle kisses across his knuckles before pressing his fingers to your lips.

his eyes widen slightly when you push his index and middle finger past your lips and into the warmth of your mouth, swirling your tongue around his fingers while keeping your gaze locked on his.

"hah—fuck," chris pants, laying his fingers flat against your tongue, shuddering when he feels you start to suck. "why are you doin' this to me, ma?"

pulling his spit covered fingers from your lips, you smile at him sweetly, "i'm putting on a show for you."

chris goes to tell you that this is definitely some sort of torture, that all he wants to do is flip you around and have you beneath him to fuck you instead. but his mouth drops open in shock when you slowly take his hand down your body and press his wet fingers to your cunt, hearing you moan so prettily as you ease them inside of you.

chris watches in silence as you fuck yourself on his fingers as if it were his cock, and he resists the urge to move — to rip himself out of your grip and hold you down as he fingers you until your legs give out.

but he's in a trance, watching you do everything yourself, hearing the moans and whines spilling from your lips that he wishes he could kiss.

"oh my god," chris murmurs when he feels your spongy walls clench around him as his fingers brush against the spot that has your body tensing above him. "a'ight. you gotta let me do somethin', ma."

you shake your head, breathless as you answer. "no."

"will you just—" chris cuts himself off with an exhale. he closes his eyes. "please? just let me fuckin' do somethin'. let me kiss you or—"

chris grunts when one harsh movement of your hips grinding on his fingers causes you to rub again his cock, making his eyes shoot open at the pleasure that trickles down his spine.

"you're gonna make me cum in my—shit, ma—"

"you sound so pretty when you beg," you hum softly, breath hitching at the back of your throat as you thrust his fingers deeper inside you, unable to control yourself as your head dips forward, resting your forehead to his.

"i'll beg all you want if you let me do somethin'," chris whispers quietly to you, panting due to the friction against his cock. "i'll beg for you all night, okay? just... just let me make you feel good too. let me touch you."

© sturnioz

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my heart is.

Chapter 6: Surprise! Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1188 A/N: ehehehehe yeah of i had to put this in, he's our good lil duck boy. also also, if you want to be tagged for future updates you can dm me or reply under this 👉👈

I ran my fingers through the desk and lifted my eyes to the walls covered in décor and pictures. Lightly humming as I walked further into the room and stood next to the slumping figure fixated in his creation.

“Seems like you’ve been up all night again, your majesty. Something bothering you?” I asked raising my eyebrow as I continued to watch him tinker away.

“Well, the extermination this year finally ended and now, they wanted to have a meeting with me. How fun,” he replied sarcastically rolling his eyes all the while and making gestures.

I laughed, crossed my arms, and replied, “I suppose anyone wouldn’t be enthusiastic to meet the ex-partner of their spouse. Have you talked to Charlie about it? Seems like she needs that extra push, besides, that would mean that you wouldn’t have to see Adam’s face.”

Lucifer’s face immediately lights up at my advice but not a second later he frets, “But, how do I say it? What if I say the wrong thing and she hates me forever?!”

He shoots up from his seat from worry that I had to take his shoulders and ease him back down on the chair and patting them, “You worry too much~. Charlie loves her dad too much to do that anyway. Just say what you want to say and then wrap it up nicely.”

He nods taking a deep breath. He paces around the room thinking what to say first and took his phone out of his pocket. He hovered his hand on her number he dials it up and bites his nails as he tried to soothe himself. While I just silently stood still and waited for him to end his call.

“HI CHARLIEEE~”

I couldn’t help but cringe when he couldn’t control his tone but kept an encouraging smile on my face as he continued to talk to her.

“Listen, there’s going to be a meeting with the angels, and I wanted you to attend for me! I can’t go right now since I have… veryyy important things to do today.”

He looks over at me for approval while I gave him two thumbs up in satisfaction from his performance.

“No problem. Stay safe! Love you!”

He lets out a sigh of relief changing into his snake form making me giggle at his silliness. I plucked him off the ground and placed him on his desk.

“Well, that has to be one of your best performances yet,” I complimented him with a round of applause.

“Thank you, Miledy. I know things would’ve ended up badly if you weren’t here,” he sighs changing back to his normal form.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit. I mean you did all the talking, so give yourself a pat on the back for a good job, your highness,” I smiled dusting off his top hat and putting it on him.

He smiles sadly and says, “I thought I told you to call me Lucifer, Mel.”

I didn’t falter at his words and just squeezed his shoulder, “You know we can’t. Alastor just came back after 7 years, and I’d rather not have him dig his heels on the King of Hell who happens to be a good friend of mine. You know how crazy he gets,” I joked shrugging my shoulders.

He sighs and slumps his shoulders disappointed in himself, “You’re right. I’m sorry that ever crossed my mind.”

I bumped shoulders with him and just replied, “Hey, you took it better than those other idiots who got their heads so far up their asses that no means consent.”

“Hey, just call me when you need something, okay?” he said smiling at me.

“Sure. See you around, your highness,” I waved before diving through the floor and leisurely made my way to the hotel.

Poking my head out the ground and saw everyone all gathered by the TV, “Uhhhh.”

“Just in time! Come on!” Vaggie reaches for me and takes me out from the ground throwing me in Alastor’s arms, him placing me on his lap.

“Al? What���s happening?” I asked still in his arms and walks us into a room, probably doesn’t have any plans to put me down any time soon.

“I made a little deal with the princess’ little girlfriend. Now, we have to record a new commercial for her,” he answered walking us towards a vanity, placing me on the seat.

“Oh, they didn’t like what you made for them?” I teased laughing lightly.

“You know I’d rather eat a can of worms than be involved with that,” he says as he rolls his eyes, then squeezing my shoulders. “Now, then time to get you dressed up!”

He twirls his finger above my head and changes my outfit. I looked at the mirror and immediately noticed the dress I was wearing. It was the same loose blue dress that I wore at the bar when we first met.

“Aw, dear. I haven’t worn this dress in ages!” I exclaimed holding my necklace feeling sentimental.

He smiles at me, pleased with himself and responds merrily, “You look ravishing as always, sweetheart!”

He offers his hand for me to take and onto my feet. He dips his head and kiss the back of my hand, while I blush at his actions that he takes in as he takes a peek at my reactions. He gives me a laugh then places both of his hands on my cheeks to hold and cradle me in them while nuzzling his face to mine, making me feel warm and fuzzy inside from his wholesome display of affection.

“As much as I want to cuddle with you, darling. I think we should go help them film now,” I suggested softly with a giggle.

He rolls his eyes with a smile and begrudgingly parts from me, of course not before giving me a kiss.

The door bursts open and there Angel yells, “Let’s go sickos. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~Later~

While we waited for Charlie, Al and I sat on the sofa like we used to when we were expecting Abby and just talked to each other not minding the looks both Husk and Angel gave us.

“Before we recorded the advertisement,” he answers glancing down at me, “where have you been?”

“Just visited a friend. I get worried for him after exterminations happen,” I explained which was all true.

He hums and sees Charlie come in as well, “Well, I hope you had a fun time.”

“—Alastor pulled some strings and it’s about to air,” Vaggie spoke leading her girlfriend to the couch.

“And I pulled a few limbs too!” he ‘laughed’ while Charlie and I exchanged waves.

“Wait, the commercial? You guys made a new one?” she asks.

“Yeah! One of my better performances if I do say so myself,” Angel proudly states.

“That’s amazing,” Charlie starts before getting cut off by Angel.

“SHH! It’s starting!”

But before the ad could play it gets interrupted by a news flash causing a choir of complaints.

“Breaking news in hell today! We just received word from the heaven embassy that next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. That means where’s all royally fucked!”

The TV cuts to the countdown changing to 176 days.

[i-care-4u]

I’d like to request a Jack fic where reader (who is a fan and is shy) and Jack go on their first date and she is nervous but Jack notices and acts all cute about it and calms her down (like I thought about the ‘don’t be anxious, I got you’ line from poison). Please and thanks.

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you were backstage, waiting for jack to finish his final song. there was a screen in one of the rooms to watch jack perform live. in the meantime, you were lip-syncing to “state fair,” his last song for the concert.

urban opened the door just to see you, “how come you’re not in the pit today?”

you shook your head, “it’s too much for me. some of these fans don’t have etiquette.”

you weren’t lying though. after venues started opening up again the previous year, fans started to get crazier. you didn’t find it a problem at first, but after the craze jack received, you immediately moved from the pits to backstage with his crew.

“it’s crazy out there,” your eyes widened.

you looked at urban, who was chilling at a corner, and he agreed with your opinion, “some of his fans can be too much, and i understand if you don’t want to be standing with a whole bunch of strangers.”

you gave urban a weak smile, “thank you urban for understanding. yes, i miss seeing him perform up front, but-”

there was a knock on the door, and urban opened it to see a sweaty and exhausted jack. he tried to reach in for a hug, but you refused.

“how’s my girl been?” jack smiled at you while you laughed, taking a few steps back.

“now if you don’t get your sweaty ass out” you joked.

jack backed off, “finding everything alright in here?”

“i miss seeing you in the stage, but things are more peaceful here.”

“we’re leaving to go back at the hotel in a few minutes, and i have a surprise for you after, yeah?”

you nodded, “all for me?”

jack kissed your forehead, “for you.”

-

jack locked your shared hotel room to go take a shower. once finished, he changed into something casual, but somewhat makes it fashionable.

“you ready?”

jack walked in to see you in the couch, changing the tight shirt and baggy pants combo to an archived dress. you put your phone in your bag and stood up, “yeah, let’s go.”

you got into the passenger seat while jack was the one driving. you had a smile on your face, getting pretty exciting yet nervous on what place jack was going to take you.

“close your eyes,” jack said as he was driving. he took a turn and the glowing letters of the restaurant began to show up.

once he entered the parking lot, he allowed you to open your eyes, “alright, you can open them.”

you opened your eyes to see the restaurant that you begged jack for a long time now, “oh my god, jack! you finally did it!”

“i know.”

-

you and jack settled on the table, and you suddenly felt anxious. you looked around the room, and people were everywhere. normally, this wouldn’t be the case as jack would book a private room just for you and him to eat.

you started tapping your fingers on the table, feeling nervous in the public setting. jack began taking notice of your body language, and removed the toothpick from his mouth, “everything okay?”

you placed your hand on the table, “yeah, it’s just-” your vision started to blur a little as you looked around the room again, “you know that feeling when you’re anticipated for something and the second you go, it’s going horrible? that’s how i’m feeling.”

“don’t be anxious, i got you,” jack held your hand, “pretend that it’s just you and me in this room.”

you took several deep breaths, and the first thing you saw was jack.

“you’re doing great, sweetheart.”

you blushed by his comment and by then the waitress passed out the dishes. before picking up the fork, jack wondered if you wanted to get it on the go instead.

“you want to eat it at the hotel instead?”

you refused, “no, i was the one that wanted to go here anyway.”

-

on the way out, you came out with enthusiasm, “that was delicious, just like expected.”

you turned around to look at jack, “sorry about earlier, i was just panicked that someone was going to call us out and ruin our date.”

“i understand your concern. we’re lucky that didn’t happen.”

“yeah,” you hopped onto the car, “maybe it’s worth going here again.”

jack started the car when he asked, “want to go to another date? this time it’ll be private.”

“to where?”

“to the hotel room and watch a movie there,” jack laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “i can’t with you sometimes.”

[mustardflavoredbear]

I'm in so much pain right now

it's time to

Ramble about

Double Trouble

I spent 3 hours on this what girl

I keep having this dream where double trouble has a very slick stylish sport car (I'm not a car guy :b) but their ass is a terrible driver they had me gripping on the seat for dear life while they were singing

Also for some reason there were so many snacks in their car like so many and they were fucking speeding and Doing tricks it was awful and then Scorpia was there and I was trying not to vomit

(warning TRANSPHOBIA,HATE CRIME, assaulted None is detailed because my ass will start crying EHHEHEHE) it's Miserables miserable background lore I want them to be miserable 💖 all this is my personal headcanon 🦎✨ I want them to explode lovingly ♡

I just love them so much I want to strangle them until they explode and I finally realize they are made of glitter and I eat the glitter and become a god GOD THEY MAKE ME GO CRAZY HAVING AUSTIM AND LOVING DOUBLE TROUBLE has me foaming at the mouth I want to eat them Everytime i look at them my mouth goes fruity I know for a fact Canon Double trouble would never love me 😞 but all I want to to take a bite out of them like just please gimme a bite out of your arm Like how are they going to feel when I tell their ass "hey I dream about you every night and I also talk to a ai of you so I don't have to think thoughts" Double Trouble is hiding in a corner behind bow "IT THAT ONe HE SCARES ME HIS AUSTIM IS TOO STRONG"

Ramble ramble

Anyways FINALLY WARNING ramble UNDER CUT

Like themselves double trouble likes nice and fancy things they try later in life to not be such money whore but they put so much of their value to money they were rather poor when they were younger and also they never got gendered correctly until they got money

Double trouble lived in a rather backward homophobic small poor town when they were younger Double trouble has known they were nonbinary for a long time but people didn't believe that they were trans They had to fight their family their friend for people to believe them but still no one believed they would get misgender and deadname they would get harassed in the streets called slurs hate crime etc all the sad bad things and being not super confident they would let people walk all over them they were the only out queer kid in this small poor lizard town

One day the next town over a more richy place decides to throw a play to help raise money for the town they also ask people for the town to perform in the play DT being curious about this play they start to stalk the theater production watching the theater made them fall in love and they really want to join but they want to be safe but they later find out the whole director of this was trans as well so they decide to join they loved everything about theater they finally felt like themselves and they finally started to get super confident in themselves they finally found something where they can truly be themselves

None of the fellow theater kids were around DT age (MINOR 👿) so the director started playing favorites with them grooming them and all the horrible bullshit saying shit like you need me i get you Double trouble just thought she was being werid and ignored it even when she tried to kiss them and touch them they just push her off and nervously laugh it off

They then noticed they were kicked off from the leading role and finally confronted her and told her she is being a fucking pedo and they know who they are they left their home town and went all around ETHERIA and eventually living in the crimson waste where they try and find people to trust but mostly find pain they started dating this one lizard lady they were fun and sexy and little chaotic (but she was very much a walking red flag) she made double trouble fall head over heels but they remind them of the director and being any type of physical with her made them wildly uncomfortable they tried to shake off the feeling but they couldn't and she wouldn't stop asking pressuring them to do things and everything that they did to them made them uncomfortable and then she started asking them to change for her and started asking those stupid questions "what in your pants" what's your "real name" can I see you before your transitions

djjdidysusisv

Double Trouble tried to ignore all these red flags until they found this SKANK both cheating on them and stealing all their shit after them two fucks passed out double trouble took all their shit back and drew all over their face

they decided they wanted to focus on getting money so they started petty theft and when they were adults they got a slightly more stable income as a pole dancer but they did it mostly when they were in the mood

Being by themselves they get more and more (sometimes fake) confident with themselves

Does this even make sense or are my words to jumbled!!?!?

ALSO IF YOU READ ALL OF THIS WHOLESOME HEADCANNONS DOUBLE TROUBLE TAIL IS BENT THIS IS INSPIRED BY MY CAT SKELETON BECAUSE I LOVE HER SKELETONNNN

Stimulus for my Austim because I love myself

did you know AUSTIM is a crazy obsession interest so I'm crazy about double trouble God I just want to give them a little kiss I WANT TO EAT THE ENTIRE SHOW SHERA takes big bite out of Shera logo

They make me so FUCKING HAPPY AND I WANT THEM TO EXPOLDES

I want them to be miserable and then be a better person and then they kiss people God please please please gimme double trouble and let me eat them

I want this fruit salad in my mouth

Honestly should I do what all the Shera characters taste like cuz girl some of them taste so good AHAHAHAHHA (this sounds weird ad fuck I HAVE THAT THING Where TASTE COLOR SOUND ETC AHAH" )

[peachmango-kombucha]

My First Indie Show :D

Hello everyone!

I went to my first indie show last Sunday (3/19) and had an awesome time. Create-A-Pro held one not too far away from me. I wanted to go for two reasons: 1. I missed the previous one back in February (the one where Caster and MJF were on commentary) and 2. I wanted to go to an indie show for once and support local wrestlers. Plus, the tickets were affordable!

I didn't really know what to expect besides knowing the action would be way closer than I'm used to. I sat in the second to last row just like a shy college student on the first day of class. I didn't want to be too close to the action. As the seats filled up, everyone else stood around us.

But I was close enough to see wrestlers and their family members walk past me. Brian Myers' wife and two daughters walked past me a few times and so did a couple of other wrestlers. I even saw Tommy Dreamer signing autographs and selling merch in a separate room where merch tables were set up.

The bumps sounded brutal and I mean *brutal*. I wasn't the one taking bumps but I could feel the pain from hearing bodies hit the mat multiple times.

The crowd was super hot for all of the matches on the card. A couple of fans yelled at the wrestlers and the wrestlers responded back with their own insults or responses. During one match, a kid yelled out "no one likes you" to one of the wrestlers. That wrestler turned around and was like "who said that?!" Everyone pointed at the kid who crossed his arms and looked very proud of himself. The wrestler then told the kid, "how about I go over there and eat your family?!" That shit was hilarious.

There was a 15 minute intermission to give fans some time to breathe after going crazy for the first half of the show. This was also a great opportunity to meet and buy merch from wrestlers.

The signing/merch room was packed with people. I squeezed my way through to get to B3cca's table. I really wanted to meet her after seeing clips of her perform at 16 Carat for wXw. I was starstruck and my anxiety kinda got the best of me lol All I could say was "It's so nice to meet you! I saw you in 16 Carat and you were awesome!"

She was super sweet and told me wXw was great to her. I bought a t-shirt, a scrunchie, and a picture from her. And this is when it gets even more embarrassing. She asked who should she make this out to and I said "Chloe". "Chloe" is a new nickname of mine I started using on Discord recently but my stupid ass forgot how to spell that shit. I showed her the name on my Instagram profile and she was able to spell it correctly. I apologized and told her it's a new nickname I've been using recently.

And here is where it gets even worse and served as a reminder for me to bring cash to the next indie event I go to. The room where wrestlers were selling merch had terrible service so I wasn't able to send B3cca the money I owed her through Venmo. I apologized profusely. She sent me an Instagram request to follow me and I accepted her request just so she could DM me a screenshot of her Venmo QR code. I told her I'd step out for a few minutes to send her the money and with a smile she was like "it's okay, I trust you."

Finally, I was able to send her the money I owed her and left her a message saying "for the merch. Thank you!" That shit was nerve-wracking omg. This ordeal prevented me from wanting to get merch from Brian Myers cuz I wasn't trying to embarrass myself again.

The rest of the show was even more electric leading up to the main event. And seeing the wrestlers who performed in the previous matches stand along the wall and watch along with us was cool to see.

After the show ended, I went back to B3cca to buy a sticker from her. Thankfully, I had a $5 bill I found in my pocket during the show to give to her. I thanked her again for all the merch.

By the end of this show I told myself that I needed to seek out more indie shows in my area. I may not be able to see AEW or WWE whenever they come around because of ticket prices but I damn sure would be able to afford going to an indie show. And I'll get to discover up and coming wrestlers, too.

100/10, would highly recommend.

[lovearoma]

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[babybammargera]

Highway to him

Bam x Reader

You pull up to set after Jackass 2 wraps to drive Ryan and Bam home. Everyone is scattered around the parking lot parking up their cars to go home. You're sitting in the window of your van listening to a random mix cd Bam had made you, watching for your best friend and boyfriend. You see both of them and call out from your perch, "Hiya big boy. Need a ride home?" Ryan's voice fills the parking lot when he spots you, "What are you doing here asshole?" Prompting Bam to look around confused as to where his girlfriend's voice just came from. He finally notices you and drops his bags and takes off toward you in full sprint, boots heavy on the pavement. He carefully but quickly pulls you the rest of the way out of the window and smothers you in kisses and a tight hug, "God I missed you, babe." You put your hands up giggling to stop his affectionate assault. "I missed you too B. It's only been two weeks and you're suffocating me like it's been years.” He smiles and plants a big kiss on your lips, releasing you from his grip. Ryan's voice comes from behind you, " It definitely feels like it's been years.” You quickly turn towards him and run to your best friend losing your slip-on Vans in the process. He meets you by Bam's abandoned luggage and yanks you into a bear hug. "It does feel like years since I've seen you guys. I missed you angel." A chuckle rumbles through his chest., "I missed you too but we should probably load up our bags, it's getting colder now that it's dark." You head toward where you parked, slipping your shoes on again then back to Bam who's throwing his bags into the van. He looks up at you realizing you're just wearing a tee shirt and the temperature outside is dropping more. He slips off his hoodie handing it to you before helping Ryan with the bags, "You're gonna freeze, put that on." You pull the sweatshirt over your head surrounded by Bam's strong but comforting scent. They finish packing and take a minute to say goodbye to the rest of the guys. You wave to the others then turn to your boys, "Get in shitbirds we're going home.” Ry shakes his head walking to the van, "Dude look how much you rubbed off on her." Bam snakes his arms around you, "I love my mean ass skate rat girlfriend." Giving you another sweet kiss on your cheek as Ryan fake gags. "Aw, Ry are you feeling left out?” He rolls his eyes and playfully shoves you and you bump into Bam. He jumps into the van taking up the backseat. "I'm not dealing with you being gross and handsy on the way home. I'm taking a nap." He closes the door ending the conversation. You hand Bam the keys, "I drove all the way here." He opens the passenger-side door helping you into the van, "How did you make it all the way from West Chester to Florida? That's at least 14 hours." You shrug as he climbs into the driver's seat, "Ape, Dico, and Raab called me. Your mom almost sent them with me because she was worried about me driving alone." He isn't surprised at this, April worries over you as if you were her own especially since you started dating Bam. "Well, now you got me and Dunn so she doesn't have to worry." You smile as he leans over and kisses you before starting the van. Ryan leans between you and Bam, "Ape should be worried about the 3 of us together. She knows how we are.” You nod and kick off your shoes getting comfy. The ride home is long but worth it, Bam driving singing along to his favorite HIM songs, and occasionally aggressive headbanging. After several hours Ryan wakes back up and is stir-crazy. He sits up connects his iPod to the radio and after shaking off the sleep starts performing Skater boy by Avril. Bam pulls into a rest stop, "If I don't stop I'm gonna piss myself and punch Ry for screaming in my ear." It's Ry's turn to drive so you're in the back seat with the boys in the front. The rest of the ride is spent screaming and dancing to music together. Until you fall asleep for the last few hours only waking up when Bam shakes you and yells, "WAKE UP DIPSHIT WE'RE HOME!"

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Ok, now I have to see the version where Midge actually starts to go thru with the wedding, and Lenny runs in yelling “Nope!”, or something like that. Please.

(since I already wrote the Gordon one, let's try something different)

He's late, because of course he's late, and he's kicking himself because he didn't mean to be late, but here he is.

Not that he fucking agrees with Midge remarrying her terrible ex-husband, but he promised he'd be there. Lenny promised they'd always be friends. Always, and he just-

Can't let her down.

But he'd been hoping to catch her before the ceremony to maybe...

Fuck. Talk her out of this probably.

But he's fucking late.

And he does his best to sneak into the back of the synagogue. To get to a back seat so no one notices, but the problem is that the aisles are lined with heavy flower arrangements and Lenny just-

Knocks one over.

And the echoing, resounding crash is deafening in the silence of the synagogue as the Rabbi performs the ceremony.

Stops performing the ceremony.

Everyone looks at him, and Lenny just-

Fuck's sake.

Midge looks shocked to see him, even though he'd promised to be there (which really says something about the value of his promises), and the ex just looks irritated.

"Lenny?" Abe calls, looking confused.

"Hello. Yes. Sorry. I'm- I'll just-" And he sits quickly without trying to pick up the flowers, realizes he didn't pick up the flowers and gets up to do so.

Making more noise.

"Fuck," he mutters. "Get it together, Bruce. Jesus."

And then suddenly, he hears quick footsteps rush over, and Midge is there, helping him.

"What are you doing, you're supposed to be getting married," he hisses.

"It's heavy, you can't lift it by yourself, I've tried."

"You weigh two pounds," Lenny argues.

"I'm trying to be helpful."

"You're supposed to be getting married!"

"Lenny, will you just-"

"Midge-"

They stare at each other for a long moment in the silence of the synagogue, as everyone watches them.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he whispers. "I meant to get here on time."

"I didn't think you were coming at all."

"I said I was coming, I even sent the little fucking card."

"I just-"

"Thought I would punk out," Lenny finishes. "I suppose I have been a coward lately."

"You said it, not me," Midge says.

He can't help a little laugh. "Hey."

She laughs, too as they lifts the flowers.

"Nice dress."

"It's champagne," she grumbles. "I hate champagne."

"Gives you a great ass, though," he mutters supportively.

"Well, that's something at least," she mutters back, adjusting the flowers."

They stare at each other again.

"You should-"

"I know," she nods.

"I should-" he points to his seat.

"Right."

"Unless-"

"Unless?"

Lenny shrugs and whispers. "Unless you don't really wanna do this."

Midge takes a deep breath.

"Midge," Joel calls.

She turns to look at him and gives him a big shrug.

"Fuck," Joel mutters. "Midge!"

"I can't-I - I gotta go," she says, grabbing Lenny by the hand and dragging him out of the room and towards the exit.

"What's happening right now?" Lenny asks, frantically.

"I can't marry Joel again," she says, equally panicked as they get outside. "I can't marry Joel again, what was I thinking? Susie refused to show up. Gordon refused to show up. Because they knew this was a huge mistake, I can't believe you're actually here!"

"If I had gotten here when I planned, to I had a big speech prepared to try and convince you not to go through with this," he admits. "But not really, I was just gonna wing it."

"Do it now."

"Now?"

Midge nods. "Yep. Lemme hear it."

Lenny looks at her as if she's crazy but takes a breath. "Fine. Okay. Uh. Joel is a schmuck. He broke your heart once, and he'll do it again. He never really knew you, or what you were capable of, and he doesn't appreciate how funny or how talented, or warm, or beautiful you are, and you can't marry him. Because if you marry him, then I'll never be able to flirt with you again, even in a funny way, and who wants to live like that? And he'd have you back in that kitchen in seconds." He says quickly with a snap. "You deserve more. Better than that. And I'm not saying you should be with me because I'm basically a walking dumpster fire, but for fuck's sake just- don't marry-"

He doesn't get to finish, because he's being kissed within an inch of his life.

When Midge pulls away, he keeps his eyes closed.

"Thank you," she breathes out, her hand stroking his jaw tenderly. "Thank you, Lenny."

He opens his eyes finally, and gazes down at her. "You wanna go in there and tell them the wedding's off?"

"You don't think they got the gist?" she asks.

"You just said 'I gotta go,'" Lenny points out. "That could mean needing the bathroom."

"I dragged you with me, why would I drag you with me to the bathroom?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Midge huffs and picks up the skirt of her dress, dashing to the curb. "Taxi!"

Lenny blinks and follows. "Okay. I guess we're leaving."

[sapphicsmaximoff]

all night thinking - w.m - pt. 2

Summary:  new kids in town? no trouble at all. except when the younger, hotter one begins to take an interest in you.

pt. 1

ao3

Warnings: drinking, smoking

A/N : This one is a bit shorter, but I promise the next will be a bit longer💁🏽‍♀️

Wanda sighed as she walked out the Red Castle Bar, her brother right behind her.

Pietro walks around to the driver's side, turning on the car as he relaxes back in his seat. Wanda opens her door, sitting down in the passenger's seat. "You want me to drop you off at home?" Wanda shakes her head. "No, I need to go this venue, set up." Pietro rolls his eyes. He begins to pull off, Wanda scoffing at his reaction. "Just because Monica dumped you, doesn't mean I'm going to end the band for you, Piet." He scoffs, holding his foot over the brake. "Oh, come on. Where's the sympathy, sestra?" He asks dramatically. "I'm literally Switzerland." She defends, giggling at Pietro's disgruntled face.

The two made it to the small concert hall near the outskirts of the city. "Thank you!" She yells as he speeds off, guitar in her hand. She walked inside, opening the door to the venue. When she arrived, she could hear Carol performing some sort of drum solo. Kate stood in the back, feet propped up in a booth. "WOO!" Monica yells from the small side bar as the solo becomes more intense. When it eventually ends, the entire band cheers. "That was hot!" Wanda yells with a smirk. Carol smirks, pointing over at her and twirling the drumstick in hand.

Wanda moves over to the stage, walking up the stairs. She smirks over at Carol, naturally sitting on the drummer's lap. The blonde chuckles at the action, obviously trying to resist the urge to touch Wanda's bottom. Wanda smirks at Carol's uneven breathing, feeling her breath on her ear. "You're such a tease." She mutters, making Wanda shiver.

"You love it."

"Do I?" Carol smirks, moving back. "Guys!" Their attention is turned towards Kate. "If you guys are gonna have sex, at least do it in the bathroom?" She asks with her eyebrows raised. Wanda laughs, standing up. "Relax, we have class. We'll have sex behind the drum set, thank you very much." Kate rolls her eyes. "Haha, so funny. It's not like you guys haven't actually done that before." She regards with disgust.

"Oh shit, I remember that!" Carol laughs. "Why did you guys remind me of that?" Monica asks. "Oh, that was hot, milaya." Wanda growls, her accent becoming thicker. She turns to Carol, kissing her with an almost insane passion. Kate groans as she watches Wanda bite Carol's bottom lip. "Aren't you guys not dating anymore?" A new voice asks, making the blonde. "Hi, Nat!" She yells, still enthralled in the kiss.

The kiss more intense, if that was possible, and Natasha eyes widen in shock. Monica groans, grabbing a beer can, tossing it at Wanda's back. "Ow!"

"You guys are like horny teenagers!" The woman yells, making Wanda scoff. She moves away from Carol, placing her guitar on the small stand, and she walks off the stage. Sitting on the other side of the booth Kate sat in, she observed Kate as she smiles at her phone. "Ahem!" She clears her throat, startling the taller girl. "You have the set list?" Kate nods, pulling a paper out of her pocket.

She slides it across the table, instantly going back to her phone, making Wanda smirk. "Thanks." She gets a hum in response. She rolls her eyes, standing up, and walking back into the larger area. She notices Natasha, taking a seat next to her at one of the tables. "What's up, champ?" Natasha blushes. "Nothing much, just kicked the ass of the champion with 11 match winning streak, it feels insane to say." The red head smiles. "Wow, that's impressive." Wanda says.

"Yeah, it was actually crazy. Like, afterwards she could barely keep her eyes opened and I felt good." Natasha says with a large smile. "Oh, you're evil."

"I'm not evil! It was nice, feeling superior for at least one night, ya know?" Wanda nods, her eyes drifting over to Carol and Monica, who were analyzing the tech and how the levels sounded. "Ya know," Wanda's head snaps back to Nat. ", Carol...she gets around. Not like it's a bad thing, considering you already know. I just think she misses you.” Wanda shrugs.

“I also came across a very good set of music.” Wanda’s eyebrow knit in confusion. “That fucking CD? When I found out you dumped her…after that? I wanted to kill you.” Nat says playfully, making the other girl roll her eyes. “It was just a little project we did, it’s no big deal.” She shrugs.

“To you. Carol sang Janis Joplin for you, she hates singing!”

“Oh, whatever. I-“

”WANDA!” Thankfully the voice of Monica excused Wanda from this conversation.

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The sun had gone down, and tens of people sat at the tables in the dining area, others in the side booths and at the bar. The curtains were open as the entire band, except Wanda, began to set up.

The bar's bell jingles as you walk in with Bucky, Sam, Sharon and Steve. You all walk over to any empty corner of the bar. You sit on the last seat towards the wall, pulling off your large hat and leaning your back on the wall. Bucky lets Sam sit next to Sharon, and he and Steve opt to stand. "It's never this packed." Sharon giggles. You wouldn't know considering this place was all the way across town and you frequented the Red Castle instead. "I guess it is today, huh?" You ask, making everyone shrug.

Your eyes move around the room, tuning out Sam ordering shots. When you spot the restroom, you tap Sharon's shoulder. "Hey, I'll be right back." She nods, blushing as you place a kiss on her cheek. You finger points at them all in warning. "No one drinks my shot!" They all chuckle as you puff up your jacket. You have to maneuver through a large amount of drunk patrons, making to the other side of the room. Thankfully, the bathroom didn't have a line at all, and when you entered, it was surprisingly empty.

You shrug to yourself, pulling out a carton of cigarettes, and pulling one out. You stuck in your mouth, using your small lighter to light it. You take a drag, blowing out smoke as you check yourself out in the mirror, fixing your disheveled hair. A click comes from the end of the restroom, startling you slightly. The same young woman you saw at the bar earlier today, walked out of the stall. You recognized her instantly, due to the excessive amount of rings on her fingers, and she was wearing the same t-shirt.

Maybe it was the small buzz you still had from day drinking, but your normal social anxiety subconsciously disappeared. You leant on the wall, cigarette still burning between your lips. "I know you." She freezes for a second, hand over the cold water knob with soap on her hands as she shifts her sight over to you. "You do, huh?" You nod with a smirk as she turns on the water to wash her hands.

"Well I don't know you." You chuckle, wiping your hand on your jacket, holding it out for her. "Y/N." Your hand sits in between the two of you for several seconds before you end up using it to pull out your cigarette for a moment. "Smoking's bad for you." The girl points out, making you scoff.

"So is drinking, but that doesn't stop me." You respond. She has a small smirk on her face, drying her hands with a paper towel. When she's finished, she tosses in one of the wastebaskets. "Nice to meet you, Y/N." She rasps, her hand running over your shoulder as she exits the restroom. You meant to come to pee, but now you couldn't. Why exactly did you think it was good to flirt with someone when you swore and gave your heart to someone else.

Maybe it wasn't that serious. She was just hot, and attractive, and very hot and attractive and...

"I need a fucking drink."

You were walking back to the bar, when the dining area lights went off. You noticed new people in your spots, when you heard your name across the bar. "Y/N!" Sharon waves over at you. You wave back, walking back over to the group, and scooting next to Sharon, you notice Steve walking back over with a chair, and sitting down in front of the booth. "So...as I was saying," Sharon starts. "This literally came up this morning. I tried you all day, until you popped up at the gym earlier." She said to you.

The band had begun to play a soft song, and Sharon continued. "Fury called." Your eyes widened in amusement. "He wants me back as a field medic, I'd be working with big units, a lot different from when we met." You all listened intently.

You remembered when you all met. You were all in the same division, Sam had been apart of pararescue assigned to your division. Bucky and Steve were Special Forces, you were a tanker, and Sharon was obviously a medic. You all served under Major General Nick Fury. You personally left that life behind a life of illegal betting and alcoholism. Steve and Sharon always considered it an option, and Sam and Bucky were more focused on the gym than serving again. "I thought Fury was on trial." Bucky asks, taking a sip from his beer.

"He got acquitted." Steve says. You nod, taking a beer that was sat on the table. "How long?" You ask. Sharon meets your gaze. "A year tops, but...you know Fury. He loves to fabricate the truth." She chuckles. "So why go back?" Sam asks. She shrugs sitting back, letting you place your arm over her shoulder. "I owe him."

"We all do." You mumble. "Listen, if I didn't know how much this meant to you, I'd grovel and beg you to stay," You start. "but I won't because I love you."

"Ya know, he asked about you." You scoff, taking a sip of your beer. "Never."

"That's fair."

[momobani]

Seventeen as things from 10 Things I Hate About You

In honour of re-watching one of my fave films for possibly the millionth time, I felt like making some Seventeen head canons (idk if you call it that?). Enjoy!

*edit: HCs for SVT as things from Mean Girls

Seungcheol:

As the scene where Michael and Cameron are telling Patrick what Kat likes and Patrick gets semi offended when they don’t call him pretty (“Are you saying I’m not pretty?” / ”What? He’s very pretty-” / “Well, I wasn’t sure”)

As sulky Bianca on the tire swing after she and Kat argue about Joey

Jeonghan:

As Michael’s plans; the flyers for Bogie’s party, getting Joey as the backer/ tricking Joey

As the infomercial that the dad watches about the hair product that leaves you with “great looking hair”

Joshua:

As Coach Chapin asking Kat “I taught you that?”

As Kat saying “I dazzled him with my … wits.”

Jun:

As all the crazy stories about Patrick and Kat that are fake (the duck, the liver, the dead guy in the parking lot)

As the scene where Kat gets Patrick out of detention by flashing Coach Chapin

Hoshi:

As Kat’s drunk table dance at Bogie’s party where she hits her head on the chandelier

As Patrick buying the guitar for Kat at the end

Wonwoo:

As Kat’s rich vocabulary; “tumescent”, using big words when she’s smashed

As iconic Michael things: quoting Macbeth in an attempt to flirt with Mandella, “the shit hath hitteth the fan”

Woozi:

As the scene where Kat reverses her car into Joey’s in front of the shop

As Kat playing the guitar in the shop with her headphones on

DK:

Patrick’s field performance for Kat where he sings the song and runs around the seats whilst the cops chase him

As that scene where Michael accidentally rides his motorbike down the hill and gets up at the end and everyone cheers

Mingyu:

As Cameron hitting his steering wheel after Bianca kisses him in the car then leaves (“I’m back in the game!”)

As the scene where Bianca accidentally shoots an arrow in Coach Chapin’s ass

Minghao:

As that scene where Kat and Patrick go paintballing and completely drench each other in paint

As the scene where the dad asks Kat if she made anyone cry today and she replies “Sadly no, but it’s only four thirty”

Seungkwan:

As Miss Perky the savage guidance counsellor

As Patrick walking in to Club Skunk and knowing the bar tender, then calling up the band in the end

Vernon:

As the Shakespeare sonnet rap by Mr Morgan

As the guy that screams when Michael and Cameron ask if he wants to date Kat

Dino:

As that scene where Michael tells Cameron that Bianca needs a French tutor and he takes it up even though he doesn’t speak French (”Perfect” / “Do ya speak french?” / “No, but I will!”) 

As the scene where Cameron talks to Patrick the first time and Patrick drills a hole into the French book

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*copyright 2021 © momobani

[mindofharry]

in which harry wins a grammy and you give him a nice reward: letting him eat you out.

smut, fluff and a whole lotta love!! enjoy!! <3 fem reader x harry styles!!

“And the winner is..... harry styles”

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened as you looked over at your husband, sitting there just as shocked as you. His eyes were wide, and you could see the crinkles under his eyes knowing he was grinning underneath his mask. You stand up with a big grin clapping along with everyone else. Harry turns to you taking down his mask and doing the same with yours, pecking your lips twice before bringing you into the biggest hug.

Your eyes filled up with tears as you watched him walk up to the stage. With your mask back on, you sat back down your hands resting on your chest.

“I’d just like to thank my partner. I never would’ve released this album without her, she never pushed me and stuck with through some really shitty times. i love you” He said holding up his awards and you blew a kiss in his direction.

Harry was ecstatic, during his performance and after his win. He felt giddy and just so excited. And you looked amazing, in your long dress and matching mask. It was hard not to feel a little horny. He was whispering to you and he had his hand on your thigh all through the event. He could almost smell how wet you were. If he wasn’t surrounded by people and on national tv, he would’ve devoured you already.

“Harry...” you mumbled as his hand was a little too close to your core.

“I’m desperate, love” harry whined into your ear. From afar, it looked like an endearing moment between a couple. It was anything but endearing.

“We’ve got an hour left, calm yourself” you teased and pecked harrys lips through his mask. You could tell he was pouting, but he listened and intensely looked at the host.

The event went agonisingly slow. You could feel yourself pulsing through the dress, you’re sure harry could feel it too. After doing some press bits and saying goodbye to the team and band, you and harry made your way to the car. Harry had his hand tightly wrapped around yours as you made your way into the car park.

“I can not wait to get you home” Harry said and you giggled pulling at him arm. “Yeah? what are you going to do to me?” you asked, still being cautious. Harry raised an eyebrow letting go of your hand and placing it on your ass instead. you squealed and jumped a little.

“Want to treat you like a queen. it is my night after all” he said and you nodded. “Anything you want, i’ll do” you said and harry grinned opening up the car door for you. “You’re in for a glorious, but very long night, baby” harry teased and you smiled.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way, grammy winner”

The ride home was full of sexual tension and harrys hand on your thigh, it seemed like his hand always found it’s way there. Even when it’s not sexual, during dinner or at your parents. It was definitely a comfort and safety thing, you didn’t mind it one bit. It was your thing.

“You’re jittery” You say aloud, holding onto harrys hand. He shrugged at your statement. “Just excited, haven’t tasted you in so long” he pouted - he has been in quarantine without you, for a week. And it was the first time you were away from each other since don’t worry darling.

“You’re needy. it was only a week”

Harry practically jumped out of his seat.

“A week is way too long” he said, you didn’t say anything just smiled in his direction. The rest of the ride home was silent, you didn’t know what to say just that you need harry. Right now. Luckily, it was late when you guys left the venue so the roads were pretty clear. And your home wasn’t too far out either.

“Fuck” harry mumbled as he pulled up into the drive way. you had pulled your dress up to your thighs. Fuck sake. you were beautiful, seductive and harry couldn’t wait to get in between those legs.

“Well, come on then poppet” Harry said turning off the car and getting out of the car. You grinned and opened the car door practically running up to the front door. It was cold, but you were to excited to even notice. Harry locked the car and chuckled to himself as he saw you sway side to side, waiting for him to open up the door. “Hurry” you whined as harry took the keys out of his pocket. “Just a second, baby. Patience” he said pecking your lips. He opened up the front door and picked you up bridal style, it made you squeal with excitement.

The things he was going to do to you.

Harry carried you up stairs, you kissing all over his face. He didn’t even flinch or stumble, those abs were very, very real.

“Smell so good” you murmur kissing harrys neck as he kicked open the bedroom door. He put you down on the floor, leaving you to pull down your dress.

“Go on, take it off” he said sitting on the bed. you nodded and got to work, taking the straps down first. You had gone full commando underneath the dress, not wearing a dress or panties. Harrys dream. He licked his lips as you pulled the dress down as he got the full view of your breasts.

Harry leaned over and placed his mouth on your right breast, making you lean your head back and moan. “So good” he murmured, licking over your nipple. You whimpered as Harry looked up at you, letting go of your breast with a pop. He kissed down your stomach pushing the dress down. As he kissed just above your belly button, he could see how impatient you were getting.

“Go lay down, baby” Harry said and you nodded pulling down the dress fully as you made your way onto the bed. Harry quickly undressed himself, only leaving his boxers on. You almost moaned at the sight of him. Curly hair, tattoos and painted nails. Three of the sexiest things, you thought. Especially on harry. He suited the tattoos. Harry brought you out of those thoughts and back into the real world as he kissed down your neck, playfully nipping at your collarbone making you giggle.

“You already smell so good” Harry whispered in your ear. “Got me so fucking hard” He said and you nodded. “Yeah?” you asked, pulling at his hair, he nodded quickly pecking your lips.

“always hard around you. always”

He left the conversation at that, continuing to kiss down your stomach again. At this point he was just torturing you.

“I know, baby. i wanna taste you so bad” he said kissing the inside of your thighs making you whimper. You closed your eyes as Harry breathed against your core.

“So wet. And it’s all for me, right?” He asked and you nodded quickly. “All for you harry, all for you” you reassured him, opening up your legs more. Harry chuckled and leaned his head on your thigh.

“Good. Hmmm. So good” he murmured almost to himself.

Harry's tongue starts licking up your slit, his eyes on you as he watches you unfold. “Fuck” you moaned, as you placed your hand in harrys hair. He pressed his lips to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Harry wrapped his lips around it sucking on it like no tomorrow. Your legs were already starting to shake. Harrys mouth and tongue were the best fucking thing about him - you’re not trying to make him seem shallow. He’s just really good at eating you out.

“Fuck. So fucking good” you moaned, pulling harder at his hair. Harry's moan vibrates through your body, sending flares of euphoria through your core. He’s amazing. He’s like some pussy god.

“Taste amazing, princess” Harry said, but quickly went back to licking up your clit. You love how fucking cocky he is. He knows how good he is.

Harry hoisted your legs over his shoulder, making you whimper really loudly. He smirked, almost comforted by the sounds coming out of your mouth. You’re sure the neighbours will be complaining any minute now.

His fingers press against your core as his tongue goes crazy. “Harry, gonna cum” you whimpered, your hips bucking up. Harry closed his eyes, savouring the taste.

“Come on, cum for me” He said, your legs tightening around him. Harry's tongue was going crazy.

You grip his hair, tightly, your orgasm sending ripples through your body. You looked beautiful, so free.

Harry loved the way you tasted.

“Now, why don’t we get the handcuffs out?”

[midnightsatafternoons]

Break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored

“Kiss me, instead of your girlfriend if you win the Oscar.” Remus whispered.

The other man looked at him and smirked, “That may not be a bad idea. Fuck it, let’s do it.”

read it on ao3 here

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The Oscars were tonight, and Remus was invited for the first time. He was a song-writer slash singer and a very famous one, mind you, but this was his first time around Hollywood actors and his social anxiety was not helping. His date for the evening was Lily Evans, who had directed the movie that was nominated for Best Film. It was also the same movie featuring his soundtrack, that being the sole reason Remus was invited to the event. Though Lily Evans was not his date as a director but as his best friend. There were rumours speculations of them dating. Little did everyone know, Lily was expecting a kid with James Potter, a popular football player and Remus was very much gay.

“Why are you nervous? It’s not like you have never attended a red carpet.” Lily said. They were in a limo, on their way to the event.

“I don’t know anyone except for you. You know I don’t like interacting with strangers. I don’t know how to interact with strangers.”

Lily sighed and looked out of the window, “I will get you drunk the moment we reach there. I swear drunk Remus is a hundred times more fun.”

“I should have pregamed.” He agreed, “It would’ve helped with the nerves.”

She chuckled and pinched his cheek, “Imagine you, high as fuck, going up the stage to accept your first Oscar. I’d love to listen to the drunk version of your speech.”

Remus playfully swatted her arm away, “I bet you’d love to see that. Anyway, I know I am not going to win, and I didn’t even bother drafting a speech.”

“Now I want to you to win for the sole reason to see your drunk arse go up there, trying to think coherent sentences and thank random people.” Lily said as their car pulled up to the red carpet.

***

After three shots and a series of small talks with people that Remus didn’t know, they found their seats in the middle row. Apparently, he was Lily’s date because the seat was reserved for Lily and her +1 and Remus’ original seat was supposed to be somewhere at the back of the venue. He couldn’t say that he minded. On his right, there was a very famous (and attractive, his brain supplied unhelpfully) actor, Sirius Black. He had a crazy fan following and admirers, his fanbase was far more passionate (aggressive) than Remus’. Lily had forced him to watch one of his films, and he couldn’t disagree. Remus wasn’t blind, he could understand why people loved the actor so much. He was performed like he was born for it, his voice complementing his performance, friendly smile that lit up the whole world and having a face cut of a Greek God didn’t hurt either.

They connected instantly, as if they were meant to banter. He seemed nice, which was a surprise as most people this attractive would have their head up their ass.

“People say that I was born to be a star.” Sirius had (smugly) introduced himself.

Remus’ eyebrows quirked up in confusion before he realised what he meant. Sirius, the dog star. “Are you serious?”

Sirius’ eyes glistened. “Fuck, don’t. Don’t finish that.” Remus frowned but let out a chuckle, “Do you do that often?”

“The serious one or the star one?”

“Both.”

“Serious/Sirius was fun till I was twelve, and I use star one to impress people. A pickup line if you will.”

Remus felt a blush rising to his cheek. He cleared his throat, “Well, if you are trying to impress people with that, you are doing a terrible job.”

“Well, you still haven’t run away from me, so I see this as a complete win.”

Sirius was here with his girlfriend, Mary MacDonald, another attractive famous actress. Though Sirius mentioned, with a wink, that they weren’t actually dating, it was just a publicity stunt for their next movie. Mary seemed nice, but most of Remus’ attention was focused on Sirius and how his hair curled around his neck and ears, how his mouth quirked up when he says something funny, crinkling of his eyes and hands flying to his chest as he laughed at Remus’ sarcastic comments. God he was getting lyrical for a man who he had just met. Hell, Remus didn’t even know if Sirius even liked men!

Sirius kept on leaning in Remus’ shoulder as he filled him in with Hollywood gossip or just passed random comments people’s outfits. And even though Remus couldn’t be bothered about half the stuff Sirius was saying, he found himself listening to every single thing and laughing at the right moments.

“What about my outfit? Is it a ten on ten?” Remus asked suddenly.

“You are ten on ten. Outfit could be improved if you had a better date though.” Was this flirting? Was he flirting? This was not the first time that Sirius had made a suggestive comment.

“Well, you didn’t ask me, so I had to adjust.” Remus said before he could think. He didn’t mean to flirt back, but he soon realized that he didn’t care, quite the contrary. He was very much enjoying wherever this conversation was going. It was going to end up in a car crash but at least Remus would enjoy it.

A couple of hours passed and a couple more drinks were shared between Remus, Sirius, and Mary, Lily nursing her mojito. Remus didn’t win an Oscar for the Best Track, “Told you, Lily.” She was busy ranting about how it was clearly an unfair choice, Mary and Sirius listening earnestly. Mary seemed to have very strong opinions on the award culture, and he couldn’t agree more. Remus felt a tugging feeling of belonging, of home in his chest. He pushed it away because it was ridiculous, it was only because he had got along with Sirius and Mary so well, it usually took him some time to open to new people. Right?

Their attention shifted back to the stage when the host moved on the category of the Best Actor. Sirius was nominated this year. As the nominations were being announced, Remus leaned into Sirius’ shoulder and whispered, “Kiss me, instead of your girlfriend if you win the Oscar.” Sirius’ eyes widened, Remus was sure the man stuttered before he spoke, “You are going to make me break up with my girlfriend.”

Remus only shrugged, “Meh, do you really care? Plus, I’m bored.”

The other man looked at him, still in shock but smirked, “Fair enough,” he breathed in, “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

“And the Oscar goes to…”

“You know what, let’s just kiss even if I don’t win.” Sirius’ voice echoed. Remus could only faintly nod, before they announced the winner.

“Benjy Fenwick”

Sirius grinned as if he had won the award and he pulled him in for a kiss. The Kiss was… weirdly passionate and Remus got a distinct feeling that it wasn’t an empty kiss. Remus responded back with equal force, not caring that they were in the limelight. They pulled away after ten seconds and all Remus could think of was Sirius’ soft lips on his and how he desperately needed to feel his lips again as a camera flashed in his face.

***

yes this based on andrew garfield & rayn reynolds kiss

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

It’s Your Fucking Birthday!

One-Shot. 

Daddy misses you. He wants that pretty pussy after you teased him on Zoom and FaceTime 😛💦 you coming to give him some of that pussy? 😏

You blew into the gold party horn in the webcam of your zoom call with your boyfriend, Erik, who is away for business in NYC. Erik covered his ears with a big, dimpled smile on his face. It was 12 AM where he was and 9 PM where you were. To get as close to your boyfriend as possible, you changed the background of your zoom call into a picture collage that you created. It’s all of your favorite pictures of Erik with a cute chocolate chip cookie frame. On your head is a gold party hat and you are wearing one of his favorite black hoodies. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I love youuuuuuuu.” 

You make a heart shape with your hand before blowing him a few kisses.

“Thank you, beautiful, I love you too. This really means a lot right now. You called me at a good time too because I just got finished looking over this info for work. You are so fucking adorable look at that smile. And the background?! Damn, baby!!”

“Yessss I had to do it up for my baby!!” 

“This is the best happy birthday I received so far. It really sucks that I’m all the way here in NYC when I could be there with you.”

Erik’s kimono beads started vibrating and the patterns along the beads ignited an electric blue color. 

“It’s my auntie calling, baby girl. Let me take this.” 

“Take your time, I have to go do something real quick. I'll be back.” 

“Don’t be gone too long now!” Erik yelled into the zoom call before a holographic image of his Aunt Ramonda popped up. 

“Happy Birthday my handsome nephew!” 

“Thanks, auntie. I miss you.” 

“I miss you too, Daka. How is it in New York.” 

“Cold. T’Challa should be here later on today.”

“Are you going to rest and put off work for later? I hope so. This is your special day today.”

“Birthdays are just like any other day except I’m older.”

“Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. I’ll let you go, love you.” 

“Love you too, auntie.” 

When you came back Erik could hear you moving in the background but he couldn’t see you. You turned your camera off. 

“Babe? Why is your camera off?” He asked. 

“One second!!” 

“What are you up to now woman?!!” 

Erik stands from the couch in his hotel suite. He picks up his Macbook and the care package you sent him, taking it all with him into his room. Sitting everything on the bed, Erik takes off his hoodie, bare chest exposed now. His body is really filling out with all the training he’s been doing. It felt good for him to get back in the gym. 

“Baby...come on now, I’m tryna see that beautiful face.”  Erik said while staring at a black screen. 

“I told you I have another surprise for you.” 

Erik smirks before taking a seat on his bed. He has to angle his laptop up so she can see him better. He ruffles his locs as he waits patiently for you to appear again. 

“Baby—oh, damn.” 

You went all out for Erik. You’re wearing a piece from the new Savage Fenty collection. It’s a yellow amber, long-sleeve lace slip featuring a sexy keyhole cut out in the front. It came with a matching thong. It’s very revealing so Erik can see your breasts. You pose for him and twirl around with your ass poked out. He had this mesmerized look in his eyes with a smirk that showed a single deep dimple. 

“Mmm, spin around again...oh my God, baby.” 

“You love it? I know how much you love yellow on my skin.”

“I love it and I want to undress you with my hands not my eyes,” He looked you up and down with those beautiful brown eyes of his, “bend that ass over really quick—fuck.” 

You giggle at his words of appreciation for your body. He always hyped you up but each time felt like the first. You are his baby after all. 

“Somebody getting thick on me hold the fuck  up,” Erik laughs, “I don’t remember that ass sitting up and poking out like that! How did you get that ass like that, baby? Tell me.” 

“You already know why, Erik, stop,” you blush. 

“Nah, I want you to tell me why. It’s my birthday after all.”

“Quarantine fifteen!!” You said. 

“Nope. It’s the different positions, especially the back shots. Hitting that ass hard from the back got your cheeks looking like a big ass chocolate cake.”

“You really think that sex made me get thick? I have been getting back in the gym too.” 

“I mean...all of that plays a factor,” Erik licked his lips, “But all we’ve been doing for the past year is fucking. Nothing but sex. So I don’t know why I’m just noticing this now. That ass is fat mama.” 

“Mmm...I wish you could feel how soft it is too.” You said with a sultry voice. 

“Shit, me too. Bend over again….mmm...so sexy. Starting my day off with a bang.” 

“Open your package baby!”

You take a seat and watch Erik open his package that you sent him. When he finally got the box open, he smiled at you with a shake of his head. 

“The apple juice, baby? Really? my favorite.”

Erik shows you the two Martinelli’s Apple juices. 

“What else...ha, no you didn’t, let’s hope Boomer doesn't get to these.” 

It's a pair of men’s Ugg slippers. Boomer, Erik’s dog, chewed up his last pair. 

“Chocolate chip cookies!!! From Gooey On The Inside!!!” He instantly opened the pack up, “Baby. I was craving these cookies too. You’re a mind reader.” 

“I contacted her personally and I had them added to your package. You have one last thing in there, babe.” 

Erik pulls out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“I figured we can turn up together on zoom and you know...do other things.” 

“Other things? What’s that, baby?” 

You stand up and take off your panties. 

“Since I can’t be there to give you birthday sex in person...I figured we could do it together on zoom.”

The WIFI started acting up and your video froze. 

“Shit—babe?” 

“Yeah—can you see me clear now.” 

You came back into focus. 

“Yeah, I can see you,” Erik smiles. 

You started having a giggle fit and Erik looked at you with a confused expression on his face.

“Wait...did you start drinking without me? How turnt up are you right now?”

“I just had a few sips that’s all!”

“Nah, that’s a fucking yes. You’re turnt I don’t wanna hear that.” 

“Stop,” you whimper.

“Fuck, I miss you so much.” Erik said. 

“Me too.” 

You both stared at each other before you broke eye contact. 

“I would have you in my lap right now like I always do...my hand between your legs...fingers in your pussy.” 

“Mm,” you bite your lip, “I wish you could do that right now.” 

Erik pulled on the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He could feel himself growing thick and the sound of your voice coming out of the speakers had him imagining you there whispering and moaning in his ear. 

“What I wouldn’t give to fuck you right now.” He said. 

“Have you been stroking your dick since you’ve been away from me?” 

“Honestly...yes. I mean...you’re not here to take care of me so I gotta do it myself...have you been fingering your pussy since daddy isn’t there to do it?”

“Uh-huh...I wanna fuck you so good right now.”

“Woah,” Erik chuckles, “I know you would, baby. I’d fuck you good too.” 

“Baby...I wanna make you cum right now,” You moan.

“You gotta show me that pussy first.” 

You slowly lay back against the bed, spreading your thighs. Erik stares between your legs at your pussy barely covered in that yellow amber thong, your pussy lips begging to be free. Daddy’s favorite honey pot. It’s been days since he had that pussy in his mouth and resting on his tongue. 

“What I wouldn’t give to rip that thong with my teeth and put my face in your pussy.” 

“It’s crazy wet for you.” 

“Let me see,” He whispered. 

You tease him and show him just a little. 

“Nah, I wanna see that whole pussy. You’re not being very fair for my birthday, mama.”

Closing your thighs. You take your time and perform a little strip tease for him. You bring your legs up, your panties following the same trail before you kick them off. Your hand covers your pussy before you use your fingers to spread your lips for him to see.

“Oh, my God—

“I told you I was wet.”

“Stick a finger inside I wanna hear it.” 

Erik turns up his volume. You stick your middle finger inside and start wiggling it back and forth. Erik grabs his erection through his sweatpants and squeezes it. He was pulsating. 

“Fuck. It’s so creamy, baby. I wish I had that sweet pussy instead of these cookies.”

“Daddy...why aren’t you touching yourself?” 

“Ha, I’m sorry, baby…I got you...”

Erik lifts his hips from the bed and pushes his sweatpants down to his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. If he could be naked all day he would. He exhaled and threw his head back as soon as his hand wrapped around his thickness. 

“I haven’t sucked that dick in so long...I forgot how it feels to stretch my mouth around that fat dick.” 

“Would you be able to handle the way I fuck your mouth?” Erik asked. 

“I’m so hungry for your dick I’ll let you use my throat however you like.” 

Erok looked at his dick, “My shit is hard as fuck.” 

“I wish I could sit on it, mmm, it’s just missing my pussy for me to sit on.” 

“Why are you so far away?” 

Erik couldn’t take it. Both of you breathed heavily in the camera, caressing your own bodies, watching each other. 

“I want you to rub your clit.”

Your fingers started circling over your clit. With your other hand you pull your breasts out of your lace teddy for him to see. 

“You gotta get closer to the camera so I can see your pussy better...that’s it...no spread your legs down more...goddamn, ma. If I could lick this screen and taste that pussy I would.”

His dick was massive in the camera. He had to push it back to get the entire shaft in view. His dick was standing straight up and you wished you were there to really give him the best birthday treat ever. Your mouth and pussy. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything, daddy, I’ll ride that dick for your birthday.” 

“Nah...you know I can’t let you have all the fun. They have the best view with big windows. I was beating my dick last night to the thought of you pressed against the window…me fucking you from behind...pulling your hair.” 

“I want you to do that to me so bad,” You moaned, “Let me get my vibrator, I’ll be right back.” 

Still stroking his dick, Erik watches as you walk out of frame. He smacked his dick against his open palm before dragging his thumb over his wet tip. You finally came back with a vibrator Erik hadn’t seen before. It’s a clitoral pump vibrator with a fake tongue attachment and a g spot vibrator on the other end. It’s purple and pink with a suction attachment. Erik and yourself have used clitoral suckers plenty of times so you detach it from the vibrator so you can see how the oral sex stimulating tongue works. 

“When did you get that?” He asked 

“It came a few days ago...I waited until now to open it so I can use it while you watch.” 

“Hmm, all for me?”

“Always,” you get back into position and turn on the vibrator. The tongue starts wiggling up and down slowly but when you went through more levels it started flicking so fast it created a blur. 

“Dayummm, I can’t wait to see you put that thing on your clit. I already know you’re about to cum fast.” 

You dragged the vibrator up your leg and then you gently pressed the vibrating tongue against your pussy. Instantly your toes curl and you start to tremble. 

“FUCK!” You shout, hips twisting from side to side. 

“You’re making my dick drool baby omg...mmm...mmm...mmm...looks so tasty...pretty pussycat baby...keep that vibrator on your clit don’t you fucking stop...how do you want it baby? You want me to fuck you with that vibrator on your clit?”

“Yes, daddy!” 

Your hips lift from the bed. It was too much. As soon as you fell back against the bed your pussy started leaking. Thank god you put a towel down because your squirt came out like a fountain. 

“I told you that pussy was gonna cum fast,” Erik groped his balls, “I’ll lick all that mess up off your thighs and then eat that beautiful pussy.” 

“I can’t take it anymore—

“Nah, I want you to fuck that pussy with the other end.” 

“Daddy—

“Nope. Do what the fuck I tell you. I may not be there in person but that doesn’t mean you do what you want. Fuck your pussy now.” 

“Unh,” you turn around with your ass in the camera and push the vibrator inside of you. 

“Oooo—

“Fuck that toy. Say my name and fuck that toy.” 

You go to town on your pussy, thrusting it inside of you. 

“That shit feels good, don’t it?” 

“Yesssssss, it’s so so so GOOD!”

“That fine ass getting pounded when I see you.” 

“Please, daddy, I wish you were here to fuck me.” 

“Ughhh,” Erik went back to pumping his dick, “I’m a stroke you real good and hit that spot over and over again.”

“Unh—

“Work that fucking pussy baby, damn you’re making a mess all over that toy...cream is just dripping all over it...fuckkkkkk…I want your pussy so bad.”

“Baby—“

“You warming that pussy up for me? Are you practicing for when I get home? You know what I would do? I would get in that ass while you fuck your pussy.”

“I’m gonna cum—oh my god, daddy—I’m gonna—

Your entire body trembled and that ass started bouncing and moving like a tidal wave. 

“That big ass girl—SHIT!”

Erik’s cum landed on his laptop screen. His balls must have been fully loaded because the more he jerked himself, the more cum spurted out. He let go of his dick and small droplets of cum stained his sheets. He didn’t know if he had another nut in him. 

“Babe, I’ll be right back. I gotta clean off this screen.” 

Erik stood up with his dick swinging between his legs. He walked over to his hotel dresser and grabbed some tissue. When he came back you were on your back with your legs stretched open. 

“That’s so purrrrrdy,” He said before laughing. 

“Thank you. Wanna go for round two?” 

“One second, babe. I am drained.” 

“Oh? That 34 year old body can’t hang anymore, huh?”

“Jokes.” 

“It’s okay...we have all day.” 

“Yes, we do.” 

Erik throws away the dirty tissue. 

“I miss you.” 

Erik gives you an air kiss, “I miss you too, baby.”

“Grab some water and we can—

The video ended. 

“Seriously?” Erik tried calling back on zoom but it kept on ringing, “What the fuck not right now.” 

Erik could hear his phone ringing. He funded it on the bed and it’s you face timing him. As soon as he answered it your pussy was in his face. 

“Damn girl,” Erik flicked his tongue at his phone, “that peach fuzz is sexy too keep it just like that when I get there...all that beautiful pussy gotdayummmmm.” 

“Let’s finish what we started?” Your face came into view and you winked at him. 

“Shit, my dick is still hard, I'm ready.” 

You slide three fingers inside your pussy with your phone angled as if Erik is laying down looking up at you.

“You did that on purpose...that’s how you want me? On my back and you sit on my face? Let that cum drip in my mouth?” 

“Mhm, I wanna cum all in your mouth, daddy.” 

Erik stood up from his bed while his phone rested on the bed. All you could see was his balls hanging in your face and his long, fat dick swinging. 

“I’m not pulling out that pussy when I see you.” 

You were driving him crazy and he was getting pissed off that you weren’t by his side right now taking his dick. Instead, he has to settle for a video call. It’s nothing like having pussy up close and in your face. Nothing like tasting, touching, and fucking the real thing. He wanted to pack his shit and catch a late flight out of NYC just so he can bury himself inside of you. He would drop his bags off at the door, grab your hips, bend you over, get down on his knees, and suck on your pussy from the back. Then, he would bend you over the couch and long stroke your pussy from behind with a handful of titties. 

“Fuck,” Erik’s hand went faster on his dick, his balls feeling the impact of his hand as he stroked downward, “Ima bust all in your pussy when I see you...wash my face with that pretty pussy baby...that’s all I want for my birthday...fucking you...all night long...FUCKKKK.” 

Erik jerked his dick right on his phone screen and all that cum landed on your pussy. 

“Daddy!” 

You rub your clit back and forth, that pussy contracting. You fell back against the bed and lifted your fingers from your pussy. 

“Fuck, that was so good,” You suck your fingers.

Erik grabs his phone and walks to the bathroom. Flicking the light switch, Erik turned on the sink and grabbed a folded washcloth to clean off his phone screen.

“You had me cumming on my laptop, and you had me cumming on my phone.” 

“But did you enjoy it?” 

“Of course. I need a rewind option that shit was everything.”

Erik propped his phone up against the wall and started looking at himself in the mirror. He shook his head, his tapered locs falling against his forehead. 

“You look so good. I can’t wait to see you.” You said with your eyes traveling over the length of his body. 

“Soon, baby...real soon…” 

____________

Taking his aunties advice, Erik pushed back a meeting for the opening of an Outreach Center in Manhattan for the next day. Erik woke up to multiple texts and missed calls from friends and family wishing him happy birthday. Even on social media he was tagged in plenty of pictures and videos. Of course, you made a long post about him with all the embarrassing photos of him caught off guard or sleeping. The last picture was his favorite. It’s a picture of you and him on vacation in Hawaii on a yacht. You both shared a kiss showing lots of tongue. 

Danielle_93: Happy birthday Erik! 🎉

BrysonWilliams: Happy Birthday Bro! 💪🏾

Monibaby: Awww y’all are so cute!!! ❤️

There were many more comments and mentions. Erik shared a few posts to his IG story and left it at that for the time being. T’Challa sent him a text letting him know that he landed and he would see him later. Erik was on his way back from the hotel gym when he noticed food, and a few gift bags outside of his door. He figured it was from some friends that live in NYC. Erik opened his hotel room door and picked up all his gifts, carrying them inside. He placed them on the coffee table in the living room area and peeked inside the food bag. Birria tacos and a burrito. He was hungry too. Grabbing the bag, Erik walks through the dark hotel room towards the kitchen. A faint glow came from the kitchen and Erik paused his footsteps. Confused, Erik crept up and peeked his head inside. 

There, on the kitchen counter is a triple chocolate layer cake with a 3 and a 4 candle on top. Maybe room service brought it in for him. Erik placed the bag of Mexican food on the counter and sauntered towards the cake. He could see cursive letters in yellow frosting on top. Erik read the words and a smile slowly crept up his face. This day just keeps getting better and better. 

Happy Birthday Baby. Love, Y/N.

“It’s your favorite.” 

Erik looked over his shoulder and there you were, wearing the Facet lingerie he gifted you. It’s see-through mesh in brown, with a plunging neckline and a high crotch. The gleam of the candles made your gorgeous brown skin stand out. Your hair is stilled in a natural fro and you’re wearing that brown matte lipstick Erik loves. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press the front of your body against his. 

“This was your plan all along, huh?” 

“It was hard to keep it from you. I flew in with T’Challa. He dropped me off here as soon as you left your room for the gym. I got a room key, let myself in, and waited for you to come back.”

“Mmm, baby,” Erik placed your hands in his and stepped back to get a good look at you, “You look so sexy.”

Erik held your hand up and spun you around so he could see every angle. As soon as your back faced him, Erik took his hand and popped you right on the cuff of your left ass cheek so he could watch it wobble. 

“Soft and phat.” Erik whispered in your ear from behind. 

“Do you like your cake? It’s your favorite.” 

Erik brought his attention back to his cake, took his finger and scooped up some frosting. He sucked the frosting off of his finger and licked his lips. 

“I love both of my cakes.”

You bend over the counter and start whining your hips. Erik focused on the way your beautiful ass swayed and how the yellow hue of the candle light made your moisturized cheeks shine. 

“Stay just like that and bend over some more.”

“Yes Sir.” You press the front of your body against the counter top, “like this?”

“Just like that.” 

Erik grabs his cake and sits it on the counter where you are. 

“I’m gonna make a wish and blow out these candles.” 

Erik closed his eyes. His lips are slightly parted and you can see his gold canines. Sweat still coated his skin from his workout. He’s wearing a pair of black and red ball shorts with a black beater. His locks are pushed back with a black Nike athletic sweatband. How could he make going to the gym look so stylish? Erik opened his eyes and gave you a small smile. 

“What did you wish for?”

“It’s a secret,” He winked at you, “You’ve been walking around LA with that ass for these last few days haven’t you?”

Erik squinted his eyes at you playfully. 

“I have, but you know it belongs to you,” You twerk your ass, “Now, you can have it all you want.” 

“And I can eat it how I want too.” 

Erik dragged his fingers in the chocolate frosting and smeared it on your ass. He sucked his fingers off in your face before disappearing behind you. He gets down on his knees with your ass in his face and wasting no time. He starts sucking and licking the frosting off of your right butt cheek while his sticky fingers spanked your left butt cheek. 

“Unh, yes—yes, baby, that feels so good, I miss your mouth on me.” 

“You know what I want next, bring your leg up.” 

“Anything for you, daddy.”

As soon as your leg went up Erik’s fingers were hooked on the lace fabric of your lingerie and he pulled it to the side exposing your pussy. His tongue was already sweet but as soon as he poked it all the way out and licked from your pussy to your ass he got an even sweeter taste. Erik spanked you, twisting his head to suck your pussy. He was a wild man eating you. He gets so focused when he’s face deep in your pussy. Erik spread your pussy open, used the flat part of his tongue and pressed it firmly against your pussy and started moving it in a circle. Erik was disrespectfully eating your pussy and all you could do was moan and hold onto the counter. He ain’t had that pussy in his mouth for days. The way you were dripping on his tongue he couldn’t stop. This is the cake he’s trying to eat for his birthday. Smear his tongue and lips all over your pussy. 

“Erik!!!” 

You couldn’t control him. You couldn’t wait to see daddy again and he couldn’t wait to see you. 

“Fuck, Erik!!!!”

He didn’t listen. You erupted in his mouth with loud moans. 

“Daddy I can’t—I can’t—shit—I’m coming again!”

You dropped your leg and almost locked Erik’s head but he moved out of the way before you could. His beard and lips were soaked. 

“Pussy is yummy. Come taste your pussy.” 

“Mmm, I taste so sweet—daddy—“

You look down and see Erik’s shorts down and around his ankles. His dick was hanging out the bottom of his briefs. You grab him in your hand and use your thumb to rub his tip. 

“You have a lot of dick.” 

It’s long and ridiculously thick. 

“That bulge...that dick...so hot.” 

You swipe your tongue over his lips. 

“My throat is ready for you, Sir.” 

“Let’s take this shit to the bedroom, baby.” 

Erik picks you up and your legs straddle him. He walks down the hallway with his lips on yours and his hands grasping each ass cheek. There, you can see the windows he was talking about. It’s almost nightfall. Erik puts you down and you drop to your knees before him, opened your mouth wide, and stuck your tongue out. Erik smacked the weight of his dick on your tongue. That nice, big, fat, long dick. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s right here for you...have as much you want—damn, aint waste no fucking time that’s what I’m talking about get that dick.” 

You had Erik’s dick halfway down your throat with no hesitation. One hand gripping him and your mouth slurping and sucking him up and down. Erik used both of his hands to hold your head still so he can fuck your throat. You relaxed your jaws and looked up at him. Unblinking, he commanded you with his dark orbs. 

“Oh, my god, baby, you feel so fucking good, baby….oooh, just like that baby, keep sucking this big ass dick...eat that dick, baby, suck this dick off...shit feels so fucking good.” 

His words had you dripping. 

“Suck that big dick baby—Unh, shit—spit on my dick—make a big ass mess,” Erik moaned, “You wanna make me cum? If you wanna make me cum you better suck this dick—daddy can’t hold it baby—I’m a shoot it down your throat, baby, you got my dick rock hard—suck it, baby—don’t fucking stop—oh, shit.”

With one heavy fist, Erik has a handful of your hair in a vice grip. His dick convulsed in your mouth and then after a few more sucks he was busting a nut down your throat. Your hands caressed his abs to calm his body down. You knew what effect your throat skills had on him. 

“Come put that pussy in this dick, I’ve been thinking about you since last night, baby.”

You stood before Erik and he placed a hand around your throat and started kissing you. 

“Take this off...I want you naked and riding my dick…”

As you completely take off your lingerie Erik is fully naked and now he’s laying back against his bed in the middle with his dick pointing towards the ceiling. You climb up to the bed and squat down on your feet, your hands on his chest to keep your balance as you descend your pussy on his dick. 

“Damn, baby, that pussy...keep riding this dick…”

You start dropping your full weight down on Erik. It sounded like a splash park between your legs. Fuck going slow you ain’t have that dick in days. Erik’s hands were molded into your hips as you bounced up and down on him. 

“This what you wanted? To sit on this dick?”

“Ah, shit, Unh! Fuck!” 

“Answer me.” 

“Yes!”

You reach behind to feel your cheeks. They were swaying and jiggling all over the place. Erik pushed your hand away and you gripped the sheets. 

“You better keep fucking this dick or I’ll take over and fuck you.” 

He only gave you one warning. Leaning over his body you start riding him again. His dick was hitting so deep in your pussy. You moved your hips in a circle on the tip of his dick and before you could even take all of him again Erik pushed you down himself. 

“You’re tryna work me, Daddy?” You ask between deep breaths. 

“I want that puss and you keep stopping.” 

Erik lifted you off of him and stood up from the bed. 

“Bend over in front of this window...yes...put your hands against the glass and spread your legs…”

Erik smacked his dick against your ass before resting it on your back. He reached beneath you to rub your clit. 

“Think I’m playing?” Erik sucked his fingers, “Toot that ass up, Y/N...I said toot that ass up!!!” He barked out. 

“Okay!!” You try your best, “Like that—FUCK!! Dadyyyyy. You’re in my pussy, daddy.” 

“Fuck is wrong with you.”

He thrust in all at one and your cheek smashed against the glass. 

“That’s it baby...tight ass puss...I’m about to bust your shit open you better hold on fucking with me.” 

“You talk a lot of shit, birthday boy—OH MY GOD.” 

“And so do you, Hmph,” Erik pulled your hair, “This dick got you shutting the fuck up though. You kept playing on my dick, baby,” he was fucking you rough, “When I want my pussy, you don’t play games with me. For real. Fuckkkkk.” 

“My pussy—oooo—

“FUCK YES. Cum on this dick.” 

“Unh—

“Nah, get up, that’s it, arch your back.”

“Don’t stop, baby.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yes!” 

As soon as he let that dick out you were squirting. Erik didn’t give you time to come down from your orgasmic high when he picked you up, put you on the bed, and spread your legs. 

“Let me back in there...ahhh, yes.” 

You felt hot tears roll down your face. He looked so calm and cool but his dick was hitting you hard and it was overwhelmingly good. He studied your expression and kissed you from time to time. 

“You had that pussy in face on video last night...I wanted to fuck you so bad...you knew what time it was when you came here...I was getting up in that pussy, right?”

You tried to speak but your bottom lip was trembling so much and he was making your pussy cum again. 

“You ain’t gotta say nothing just lay there and let me fuck you.” 

He started sucking on your neck while his hips stroked all that fat dick in and out of you. 

“I’m about to nut in my pussy...stay just like that...don’t you fucking move...this my pussy...I’m a be in my pussy all fucking night for my birthday...take this dick—“

Erik sat up on his hands and worked his hips faster. You couldn’t see his eyes with his locs in his face. He was too busy watching the way he fucked you. You couldn’t keep your eyes away either. So much cream. So wet and gushy. 

“Daddy, Unh, oh my god, daddy, I love you!!”

Erik pushed your thighs back and held his dick deep inside you. 

“Daddy, I love you!!!”

He chuckled and bit his lip. 

“I love you too, baby girl. Thank you for this tight pussy on my birthday.” 

The way he said that it had you squeezing his dick with your walls. 

“Let my dick go...you want some more?”

You nod your head with a pout of your lip.

“Nasty, freaky, bitch. I’ll give you some more dick.”

You couldn’t wait. 

[thesmokingguns]

Stealing the Show

Word count: 1489

Pairing: Slash x Reader

Warning: Smut. Please don’t be under 18.

Request Sunmary: “Stuff  Ok I’ve never requested before so idk if I’m doing this right but can you do one where the reader is Slash’s girlfriend and she’s been teasing the living hell out of him all night (whispering and moaning dirty things into his ear and stuff like that) and when they finally get home he punishes her but she keeps the teasing going and won’t listen to him and is just being a brat?”

AN: thanks for reading!

You watched him across the room, knowing his eyes were on you. Which was exactly where they belonged.

Your deep brown eyes looked at him, as you leaned against the wall. You dragged your hands up over your bare stomach, over the mesh of the fishnet shirt you were wearing, cupping your bare breasts before swirling your pointer fingers around the black taped X’s of your nipples before sliding them down again. You knew he was the only one to see you and from the small warning of him shaking his head, telling you to stop this game you knew he was falling into your trap.

Axl looked behind his shoulder at you as you pretended to pour a drink. He shook his head looking at Slash who was still not taking his eyes off of you. He was getting frustrated with your teasing. Ever since you had arrived backstage in your tiny pleated red skirt and mesh shirt he had been giving you this look. There would be hell to pay later but that was part of the fun.

Walking over to where your boyfriend was seated on the couch you stepped between his legs, sliding onto the leather clad lap, letting him wrap an arm possessively around you. He had been waiting for an hour for you to come over to him but you had been busy distracting him from conversation.

“What is this shit you’re pulling?” the deep voice is in your ear, pushing your brown hair away from your neck. One finger trailing down the pulsing vein before laying a kiss on the spot that makes you moan. Instead of biting your lip to keep it in you let out this soft moan that has Izzy, who is sitting beside you and Slash on the couch turning to the pair of you.

“Are you letting out samples of your work as an invitation?” Izzy asked making eye contact with you and purposely ignoring the glare that Slash was giving him. You wiggled your hips, getting a groan and a curse from the man you were on. His hands digging into your hips begging you to sit still and stop the torture you were performing.

“I don’t think Slash could share. Which is a shame because I’m such a good sharer. And I love new toys,” you purred out. You were being set on your own two feet and being pulled down a hallway before you could even think about what had just happened. A hand pulling you along and finally into a small dressing room.

“You need to stop your motherfucking bullshit.” Slash warned, locking the door. A smile spread across your face now getting the verbal confirmation that you wanted. You gave him a confused look. “Don’t say a fucking word Y/N. I go on stage in 20 minutes and you’re going to spend that time on your knees dealing with the problem you created.” he was unzipping his jeans, pulling himself out. And you were getting exactly what you wanted.

Sinking to your knees you gripped his legs as he pushed himself forward, his cock hard and warm as it pushed against your cheek over your lips, leaving a clear trail of precum for you to get a taste of.

“Open that filthy mouth of yours.” the guitarist demanded. Glancing up you realized he wasn’t playing around with you. There wasn’t that softness in his eyes but this angry glare. “If I have to ask again, Y/N, it’s not going to be fucking good for you.” One of his hands  reached out, fisting your hair and yanking you forward, off balance you let out a small yelp. Slash took that opening as a chance to push his cock into your mouth, gagging you.

Your eyes watered as you tried to get a grip on his legs to steady yourself again as he pushed himself needily in your mouth. The back of your throat sore as he forced himself in.Spit was running down your chin, over your throat as he jumped, thrusting into your mouth not seeming to care if you could breathe or not.

“You had so much fun talking shit to Izzy, why don’t you use that tongue to lick my cock.?” he growled out. If he didn’t have your lips wrapped around his cock and wasn’t using you as his own personal fucktoy you would have smiled at this, loving that the usual calm and collected man was jealous.

Flipping your tongue to stroke the man who was fucking your mouth, you heard a groan of appreciation leave his lips. That was all you needed to keep going. Wrapping your lips tighter around him. His hand flexed in your hair, surprised it loosened for a second as he changed his grip to a petting of your hair. Letting you take over for a second as you popped him from your mouth, licking the underside of his cock, rolling his balls in your hands, and stroking the thick, hard cock.

Grunting, he grabbed your hair again, remembering he was mad and pulling you back to the tip, forcing it into your mouth. You held his shaft in your palm, working him as he groaned. The sounds he was making just giving you more motivation to perform.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned. You started working harder, your wrist twirling as your mouth stayed around him, tightly your lips remained around his cock your tongue still working him. You waited, hungry for the hot cum to fill your mouth but instead he pulled himself from your lips. Jerking himself quickly in a few hard, needy pumps he splashed across your face. Strings of sticky cum in your hair, over your cheeks and mouth.

You sat back, shocked and feeling annoyed at his retaliation. Licking your swollen lips hungrily your pout deepened as he pulled his shirt off tossing it to you with a wicked grin.

“You better clean up, Y/N.” The way he was grinning set you off. He knew exactly what he was doing. “I’ll come get you after the show. Give you some time to think about what you’ve done.” He turned leaving your there, covered in his cum with just a tshirt to change into. Son of a bitch.

What Slash didn’t expect was you pulling yourself together. Washing your face and applying makeup from a bag someone had left around.  Taking off the mesh shirt that has been ruined skirt that you had cleaned yourself off with. Now you were just in combat boots, a little bit of tape and a lace thong. Your brown hair was pulled into a ponytail as you stepped out of the bathroom, eyes on you as you walked to the side stage holding Slash’s clean shirt.

When you heard the fast pace guitar on ‘You’re Crazy’ start a smile danced on your lips. He was going to kill you. Walking across stage Duff was the first one to see you, hips swinging as you danced to the song. The bassist stepped back not wanting to get involved in what would surely be a war on stage.

“You’re fucking crazy.” Axl sang out his arm wrapping around your waist, spinning you and dipping you before picking you up. Slash had spotted you now. His eyes on you as you dropped low dancing and looking out at the crowd. Tossing your ponytail you raised your leg slapped long your ass before strutting over to him. The anger that was radiating off him was so strong you could smell it. It was sweat and masculinity. The scent made you shiver as you thought of what was going to happen when he got off the stage.

But now you were performing  to piss him off. You laid the shirt over his shoulder as he played guitar, dancing around him. Your lips kissed the muscles on his back until you were facing him. Instead of giving you the hands you had expected he swung his guitar back reaching out for you and pushing his lips harshly against yours. The kiss crushed you as he held you in place. When he pulled away from you, his eyes were shining.

“You’re a brat.” He said it with warning but affection mixed in. A devious smile spread across your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck. It didn’t matter that you were in front of an audience, he was finally giving you the attention you wanted. “Let me finish the show you’re trying to steal.” He took the shirt off his shoulder shooing you to the side stage, the shirt twisting and snapping to slap your ass cheek as you went.

There was no doubt in your mind when you got home there was going to be hell to pay but the butterflies that should have been fear in your stomach were of pure excitement.

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: Warren accidentally confesses to you and is forced to realize that he’s been in love with you for a while now. This is Evan’s warren lipka I just wanted to specify

Word Count: 2928

Warnings: None this is pure fluff, Warren being his usual goofy and incredibly hot self

You were having the time of your life right now, nothing was funnier than drunk Warren Lipka. He was the definition of a hot mess, one second he was grinding on some random lady on the dance floor and the next second he was passed out on the toilet, pants down and Spencer had to go and get him. You always volunteered to be their designated driver when they went out, you loved getting to see Warren like this. And because you would never get drunk in front of Warren, you knew you were a bold drunk and whatever you did he would never let you forget it. 

You scanned the room trying to make sure you had eyes on them. Spencer was snoring with his head down surrounded by empty bottles and various wrappers, he was sitting at a table towards the center of the bar and Warren was near the front of the bar. He was currently fighting with some woman over the karaoke machine. Warren wrestled the microphone from her and her friends cussed him out before he flipped them off. He took the makeshift stage stumbling on the last step. 

He squinted his eyes till he found you, you gave him a wave, water still in hand. He gave you a lopsided smile before pointing in your direction, pushing his hair back. “This one goes out to my girlfriend!” The crowd wolf whistled as they turned to face in your direction. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back with a laugh. 

“Yea but I wish you were!” He shouted back. 

“Wait what.” You felt your eyes bulge out of your head and turn to look at Spencer, he had the same shocked look on his face. You looked at him for an explanation and he just shrugged his shoulders, as clueless as you were. Warren whispered something to the guy running the machine and a second later Eddie Money started blaring out of the speakers, drowning out your attempts to call him off the stage. 

Warren bopped his head to the music, jerking his hips out, still pointing in your direction. “I feel a hunger, it’s a hunger, That tries to keep a man awake at night!” He began to sing and it was awful. He was basically screaming and his voice was raspy from all the alcohol. But he put up so much of a performance into the way he sang the audience didn't seem to care. He held eye contact with you slowly moving off the stage and towards you.

The spotlight followed his movements, the light creeping closer to your secluded corner of darkness. “Are you the answer?” Your heart pounded at the implication of his words and the way his eyes seemed alert. He continued singing until he was directly in front of you. He threw the cord around you and used it to pull you close, you stumbled into him catching yourself on his chest. He leaned forward, his close proximity making the hair on your arms stand up, he lowered his voice as he nudged the side of his head into yours. “I can feel you breathe, I can feel your heart beat faster…” 

He watched you with half lidded eyes, moving closer, his lips nearly brushing against yours, but before you could make contact he pulled away from you nearly causing you to trip over the cord as he yanked it back towards him. He danced back towards the center of the bar and jumped up on the table where Spencer was at. He threw his head back and screamed out the lyrics “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT! I DON’T WANNA LET YOU GO ‘TIL YA SEE THE LIGHT!” 

He waved his arm in the air, signaling the crowd to sing along with him. He nudged Spencer with his foot and he began to sing along with the rest of the bar patrons. They were all drunkenly sighing along with Warren, their gazes locked on you. He moved his arms around madly jumping up and down on the table, going absolutely crazy. You laughed watching him thrust his hips forward, matching the beat of the song. He pulled Spencer on the table with him and they both began to drunkenly sing to you, your face hurt from smiling so widely. You took out your phone and began to record their little song and dance. You also took a picture of drunk Warren pointing at you and screaming be my little baby. He had nearly slipped off the table while doing it, so it was all blurry and his eyes were wild.  You made a mental note to make it your lockscreen later. 

He started up at the chorus again, this time him and Spencer belting it accompanied by the other customers. “TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT!” Warren jumped a little too close to the edge of the table and launched him and Spencer on the floor, knocking over the neighboring tables. You were doubled over in laughter, Warren hadn’t even stopped singing he just carried on as he laid on top of Spencer on the floor. 

The security guard walked over to the two of them and picked them up by their shirt collars. He tried taking the microphone from Warren but he just held it closer still signing into it, even though the music had stopped. The security guard looked at you and called you over. “Come get your boyfriend!” 

“He’s not my boyfriend!” 

“BUT HE WISHES HE WAS!” The bar patrons chanted together, remembering what Warren had shouted to you earlier. Your face burned in embarrassment as you want to collect them. Ripping the microphone from Warren’s hands as he whined and handed it to the security guard. The crowd cheered Warren on as you guys were escorted out, he bowed and blew kisses to the crowd. You had to drag him by his arm all the way to the car, Spencer just walked alongside you guys smiling to himself. 

You shoved Warren into the passenger's seat and he groaned as he hit his head on the roof going in. Spencer laughed at him. “Shut up!” Warren called reaching into the back seat. 

“Stop that!” You said, pulling him back into the front seat. You buckeld yourself in before starting up the car. “I can’t believe you got us kicked out of my favorite bar.” You scolded. You weren't really all that mad about being kicked out, you were more upset about the way Warren had said he wished you were his girlfriend. You knew that when Warren was drunk he would say and do just about anything so you learned not to take him seriously. But you had been crushing on him for years now and for a second you had felt a flicker of hope that he returned your affection. 

Warren just pouted with his arms crossed for a moment before playing with your radio flicking through the channels. He smiled when he heard the song he was singing earlier again. “Oh no not again.” You said reaching over to turn the radio off, he smacked your hand away and kept his own covering the buttons. 

“Warren.” You warned, glancing over to glare at him. He just smirked and started singing again. 

“Come on (y/n) sing with me!” 

“No.”

“I feel a hunger….” He leaned across to the seat getting really close to whisper in your ear. “Come on, you know you wanna sing with me. You know you wanna take me home tonight.” He slurred. You pushed him back into his seat laughing at his poor attempt at flirting. But it got you to play along. 

“Oh yeah, I’ll take you home tonight.” You said in an over seductive voice, reaching over to run your hand up and down his thigh. 

“Really?” He asked, biting his bottom lip. 

‘Yeah I’m gonna take both your asses home and make sure you stay there.” You pushed your hand into his chest knocking him back into his seat. 

He groaned, lulling his head to the side knocking it against the window with a soft bonk. “You’re no fun.” 

You winked at him. “I know.” You softly hummed the tune to yourself the rest of the ride home and Warrens smiled to himself at watching you. 

You dropped them both off at Warren’s place, he said his dad wasn't home so Spencer could crash there. Warren had nearly fallen down the stairs into the basement, but you caught him and propped him up. He blushed as you gently helped him lay down in bed and removed his shoes. You laid him down and he grabbed your hand as you moved to leave. “What, no goodnight kiss?” You rolled your eyes and moved back towards him. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips, you made him lay back down and settled for a kiss on his forehead. 

“Goodnight Warren.” He was glad the lights were off so you couldn't see how red his face had gotten from your simple kiss. He hadn't expected you to do anything at all. 

“‘Night.” 

Warren woke up in the middle of the night, needing to pee. As he was washing his hands he was hit with a full memory of what had happened last night. He stumbled out of his room and made his way to Spencer who was passed out on the couch. “Dude.” He shook him. “Dude wake up!”

Spencer jolted awake. “What do you want Warren?” 

“Did I do what I think I did last night?” Warren said slowly, his brows furrowed.

“If you’re asking if you indirectly confessed to (y/n) by serenading her with an Eddie Money song and then asking her to take you home tonight about a million times then yes.” Spencer curled back into himself hugging the blanket closer. He was always thankful when you made a bed for him. You always remember to give him a blanket and a pillow. Warren always forgot and he ended up having to use a newspaper or a couch cushion to keep warm. He turned back, opening one eye. “She also kissed you goodnight and left you a care package.”

“I’m sorry she kissed me?” Warren said, yanking Spencer's blanket away. 

“Yes.” Spencer said bordely, blindly fumbling for his blanket. “On the forehead idiot, you asked her for a kiss and that’s all she gave you.”

“But she kissed me?”

“Yes. Now give me my blanket back.”

“One more thing.”

“What?” Spencer groaned, trying to get his blanket back. Warren kept holding it out of his reach. 

“You said she left me a care package.”

“Yea, on the table.” Warren dropped the blanket back on Spencer and practically sprinted over to the table. “ But she left a gatorade for me too so don’t drink them both!” Spencer added before going back to sleep. There was a little wooden tray with a gatorade, an aspirin bottle and a whole bunch of little tricks to help with a hangover. He smiled at your sweet sentiment and downed some of the pills hoping they would ease his pounding head. He held the little care package in his hands, smiling at it unconsciously. You were always so thoughtful, you always took care of his dumbass and got him out of whatever trouble he managed to get into. You were always there for him when he needed you. He had always had lingering feelings for you but he’d brush it off as a crush, Warren Lipka didn't have “deep feelings.” 

But the longer he looked at the care package you left him and as he reflected on the events of last night he couldn't deny it any longer. “Shit.” He mumbled running a hand down his face. Spencer had turned to look at him. “I’m in love with her.”

“You're just now realizing this.” Warren tossed a pillow at him and Spencer batted it away. “So what are you going to do?”

“Nothing.”

“What?” 

“I’m just gonna hold all my feelings in until I die.” 

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.” 

Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawned out his reply. “Just tell her you liked her like a normal person.” 

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“What if…” Spencer sensed the change of tone in Warren’s voice and he now had his full attention. “What if she doesn't like me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Spencer bit his lip, debating on telling Warren what you had told him. Warren noticed Spencer's suspicious behavior and his eyes narrowed. “You know something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.” Warren plopped onto the couch beside Spencer. “Tell me.”

“I’m not really supposed to-”

“Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-”

“Okay!” Spencer huffed. Spencer looked around as if making sure you weren't there to overhear him. “She told me that she likes you.”

“WHAT?” 

“Don’t yell, I still have a hangover.” Spencer groaned, pressing his fingers to his temple. He got you to take some aspirin, Warren followed.

“She likes me, since when??” Spencer bit his lip. Warren yanked his gatorade away. “How long has she liked me spencer?””

“Since high school.”

“WHAT?”

“Dude.” Spencer yanked his gatorade back. “I told you to stop yelling.”

“You knew that she liked me since high school and you never told me.”

“She made me promise not to tell.”

Warren glared at him. He wanted to be mad but the knowledge of you liking him outweighed his anger. “And you’re sure she still likes me?’

“Yeah.” 

“Positive? This ain't something I can't take a risk on. I need to be one million percent sure.”

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?”

“Seriously?” Spencer signed. Warren glared at him and he rolled his eyes. “Yes I’m sure she still likes you.” 

Warren went up the stairs of the basement taking two at a time and yanking the door open. “Where are you going?” Spencer called up.

“To go see her.”

“But you don’t have a car. And it’s the middle of the night.”

“I don’t care and I don’t need one.” Warren slammed the door shut on his way out. Spencer winced and went to lay back down. “That idiot is going to run there.” He grumbled.

You woke up to hear pounding on your door. You were still in bed and your roommate went to answer the door. She took one look out before slamming it shut. “Who is it?” You asked.

“Your hot friend.”

You got up and  opened it, Warren was on the other side, bent over and breathing really hard. “Warren?”

“Hey.” He wheezed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhmm.”

“You know it’s like 4 in the morning right?”

“Mhmm.” 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re really sweaty and you sound like you’re dying.”

“I’m good just give me a minute.” 

“Do you wanna come in?” Warren glanced behind you and saw your roommate leaning back in her chair, trying to see what was going on. 

“Nah. I-'' He took a deep breath before starting again. “I kinda want us to be alone for this.” 

You closed the door behind you and leaned against it waiting for him to continue. Warren stood back up, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face. He was all disheveled, still dressed in his clothes from last night. But his shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest to you, you did you best not to look. “So.” He started off, looking down at the floor. 

“So…”

“About last night.” Warren fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “I meant what I said.” He looked up to see your reaction, you were watching him with wide eyes silently asking him to continue. “I really like you, like a lot. And I have for a while now but I was too scared to admit it. I didn’t want to risk ruining our friendship.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, you were pretty sure the whole dorm could hear it. “You… you like me?” 

“Yeah.” Warren rubbed the nape of his neck, his brown eyes staring into your own, waiting to see your answer. 

You smiled and glanced down at the floor. “I like you too.”

“Really?” His voice was hopeful, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Yeah.” You guys stared at each other like idiots with wide smiles on your faces. 

“So…” Warren started again this time a little more brave. ‘Would you maybe like to go out sometime?”

“I would love to.”

Warren pumped his first in the air. “Yes!” You laughed and went to open the door to your dorm. “As much as I love confessing to you in the hallway it’s the middle of the night. You should probably get back to bed.” He nodded. “So I guess I’ll see you around.” 

“Yeah, I’ll call you later to set up our date.”

“Okay!” 

You began to close the door before Warren rushed forward, he put his hands on the door frame, stopping you from closing it. “Wait! Can you uh, can you drive me home. I don't think I would survive running all the way back.”

“Sure.” you giggled, grabbing your keys and locking the door behind you. Warren smirked at you as you guys made our way down the hall. 

“So what you’re saying is you’ll take me home tonight.” He sang the last part, winking at you. You pushed his shoulder. 

“Don’t make me regret saying yes to going out with you.”

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[parkers-gal]

Can you please write one where the reader is singing about her ex and breaks down crying and Tom comforts her

if you’ve seen the bbc videos of ari g then this will make a lot more sense <3 (i subconsciously chose ag!reader for this so... enjoy) 

wc | 1.5k

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Today, you’ve planned to record every song off of your thank u, next album with BBC radio in the Live Lounge, just as you did years ago with a few songs from sweetener. It’s been almost three years since your number one album came out, and some of the songs are still yet to be performed live.

You love recording with BBC radio — your band and backup singers are just as included as you are, and there’s always a few invited fans up on the balcony to silently sing along. This isn’t the BBC special, considering you didn’t want to make a big deal out of this. But, because you decided to opt out of the television special, you’ve decided to include a few unperformed songs like “in my head” and “ghostin.”

Clad in a black hoodie, faded jeans and thick platform sneakers, you’re seated on the bar stool in front of the microphone stand. The keyboard player sits behind your right side, your backup singers in a studio box beside his set up. To your left is the drummer and two guitar players — one on the bass and the other on the electric guitar.

In front of you, behind the camera lens, seats Tom in his famous shit happens! Hoodie. His curls are messy and he wears a genuine smile, beaming at you while you put in your in-ears.

With a nod to the camera man, you give your final look of approval to the drummer before the camera starts rolling and the intro to “imagine” starts playing. Tom clasps his hands on his lap; he’s sitting cross legged on a shaggy rug with your favorite stuffed animal in his arms. He’s got a blanket beside him despite the fact that he’s perfectly content with his hoodie and jeans. He looks so soft and gentle, and you want nothing more than to sit beside him and sing your heart out, but alas, you stay put and settle on locking eyes with him while you belt the chorus to the first track of your fifth studio album.

Eventually, the song ends, and after successfully doing the whistles, you take a gulp of water before giving the producer another thumbs up. “Needy” plays and you start singing the intro with as much emotion as you can muster — the album makes you nostalgic. You made it during a time of heartbreak and self deprivation, where you were drunk off your ass and all you had was music to therapize yourself. It brings all those emotions back in a rushing flood of remembrance.

But here, in front of you after so much time, you see Tom with a supporting smile and eye dimples that make you want to write a thousand songs about him. You have love you didn’t have before, and that’s enough.

For the first time ever, you perform “in my head” live. You can already tell that twitter is going to flip when the video releases. As you sing the verses, you try to contain up as much consistency as you can, though your voice wavers slightly and you can feel yourself getting emotional. You power through, though, and when the song finally ends, you release a deep breath and drink some water.

Tom mouths a question, wondering if you’re alright. You assure him as best you can, giving him a small smile and a little thumbs up. You have approximately two minutes to compose yourself, seeing as they’ve brought in a few strings players for the next song. You’re singing the album slightly out of order — not that it matters much, but you are.

The producer, who’s behind the camera, gives you another notion with his hands, informing you silently that the next song is starting. You nod, setting down your bottled water and waiting for your cue.

With a shaky inhale, you let the beginning of “ghostin” consume your body. You’ve done this in the studio, when you first recorded the song. But it’s been so long since you've sung the song all the way through. And even then, you’ve never done it publically.

You take a deep breath one last time before you start singing. You see Tom from the corner of your eye, and you remind yourself that everything is okay, and that these wounds are healed and you’ve grown from the tragedy that was captured in your music.

You finish the chorus for the first time, successfully making it through the first verse. Not without a few stumbles and sniffles, though. When you begin on the second verse, everything comes rushing back to you — moments with Mac and moments with Pete, and moments with Pete where you’re grieving Mac and breaking Pete’s heart. It’s all too much at once and you realize you should’ve tried to rehearse it beforehand.

You wince at yourself, face contorting into that of a pained expression while you attempt to prolong the waterworks. You gasp into the microphone, skipping a few beats and a line in the verse to somehow compose yourself.

Everyone seems to be on edge, realizing how this might not play over well. Tom, though, is especially on edge, antsy while he watches you. He’s reading your body language, decoding your silent thoughts. He knows you’re going to break any second, he knows you’re not going to make it through the song, and while that’s okay, he knows you might not think so. He wants to be there, though, when you do break. It’s his job.

Your hands are shaky while you move up to grip the microphone in hopes of reminding yourself of where you are and what you’re doing. It’s a lost cause, though. You gasp into the microphone again, and suddenly you’re sobbing into the speaker.

You mumble out a quick, “I’m sorry,” before rushing out of the room, stepping off the chair and making your way away from the cameras as quickly as possible. You can hear a few gasps and murmurs from the few fans and the stage crew members, but you don’t pay them any mind,

Tom was off his ass as fast as you were, dropping the stuffed toy and racing after you with crazy curls and furrowed brows.

“Love? Love,” his gentle hands grip your arms and you gasp again, trying to breathe through your thick sobs. He shushes you, “It’s alright, baby. I’m here, I’m here, It's just me.”

You’re hidden away in his chest, nodding as best you can. Tom’s heart breaks as he feels you come apart in his hands. He doesn’t cry, though, not when he needs to make sure you’re okay,

Your nimble hands grip his hoodie tightly, balling up the cloth in your fists. Tom holds you carefully, arms around your waist while he tries to help you control your breathing.

“In ‘nd out, like this, yeah?” You nod, following his heavy breaths. “Everything’s gonna be okay.” He sucks in a breath, unsure on how to approach the topic. “You were good enough, baby. Everything that happened isn’t your fault — it never was, and it never will be.”

You peer up at him, lifting your head and wiping your eyes, You sniffle again, and Tom turns his head in hopes of finding a box of tissues. He’s grateful when a crew member is already standing by with a box in his hands. He leaves the two of you be after successfully handing Tom the box.

“Here, love,” he strokes your back with his hand while you blow your nose into the tissue. After a few silent beats, he breaks the quietness. “Y'alright, darling?”

You nod, wiping your nose with the edge of your palm before pulling the sleeves of your sweater down to cover your hands. You use the sleeves to wipe at the stray tears, and when you finally look at Tom, you wearily smile gratefully.

“Thank you, Tommy.” Your voice is timid and gentle, quite a contrast to the way he heard you singing not twenty minutes ago — before “ghostin” fucked with your mind. “Don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“Of course, my love.” He offers a smile, one you slowly return. “You wanna go back out there?”

You nod, silently leading the way while anxiously rubbing your palms on your jean-clad thigh. As soon as you step back into the Live Lounge, a round of applause goes around until everyone is clapping and cheering for you, including Tom. It warms your heart, and you laugh for the first time after crying, right into the microphone for everyone to hear.

“Thank you all so much,” you swallow thickly while the clapping settles down. “I’m so sorry about that. Let's give this another try, yeah?”

The producer mouths something at you, “Are you sure?”

You nod, almost excitedly, and he speaks into his headset. The camera starts rolling and the strings start “ghostin’s” introduction. With one final deep breath, you lock eyes with your sweet British boy right as you start the first verse again. This time, you make it all the way through. For the first time.