#like its already so intense. and then a SWEAR???? oh my god

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

i hate to say it but

southern motherfucking democratic-republicans

[nicolesainz]

Tricks and champions (SV5)

Sebastian Vettel x f!reader

Summary: Retired Sebastian means he’s all the time at your house, hanging with your father ever so casually. There no denying that even with an age gap, you two fancy each other but try to keep it low key. What happens though when you become a passenger in one of Seb’s crazy rides?

warnings: massive sexual tension, angst, fluff, age gap

"God's sake Y/n, go put on something more decent. Sebastian is coming over." My dad said before I could even walk down the stairs. What a nice way to wake up.

"Good morning to you as well dad." I roll my eyes and walk up again to put on some jeans since he so politely asked.

I look through my wardrobe thrice in order to find a fitting one that won't have my dad raging over it. I finally manage to find one that not only won't have my dad protesting over it, but certainly will have Seb staring at my ass for quite some time.

The bell rings as I am trying to put on some light make up. A touch of red lipstick and a hint of eyeliner is what a girl needs at 10 am after a night of doing tequila bodyshots off her best friend.

Its insane how the entire night I was thinking of Sebastian, dancing with me in the middle of the club, his hands all over my body, holding me firmly and laying kisses on my neck, leaving marks of his ownership on me.

But it's a pity this was only a fantasy. Even though many guys came up to me to make their move, I rejected them easier than the way colleges reject my brother's applications. Sebastian was probably with my dad again, showing off his brand new Porsche 718 Boxster, a gift that he got from his former teammate Mark Webber.

"Y/n, can you come down for a moment please?" My father shouts and I clench my fists in annoyance. I swear to god if he asks me to be a servant again and make him coffees every now and then I will spit in one of them.

I walk down the stairs one more time and I can see in my father’s eyes the relief of me wearing something decent, more importantly my eyes fall on Sebastian who is scanning my body for head to toe, giving enough attention to my slightly showing cleavage after wearing the push up bra.

“Good morning Sebastian. How can I help you dad?” I say in a very polite manner, crossing my arms under my breasts, enhancing the volume and shocking Sebastian even more.

I know it’s filthy, I know it’s dirty. He’s 36 and I am 21, but it’s not my fault Sebastian is an extremely handsome man, with beautiful blue eyes, soft blonde curls and a mustache that not only makes him very fuckable but also fitting to my type.

“Actually, Sebastian was looking for volunteers to test out his new car. He wants a passenger so he can try out some new tricks he’s learned or test some he already knows from the formula one car.”

“And since you were always very keen on sports cars, I thought you’d be very fitting for the job. What do you say?” Sebastian adds after my dad, and all I do I smirk at the idea of him flexing his racing abilities whilst I am teasing him so badly.

“Of course! I’d be more than happy to help you out!” I smile and exclaim proudly, whilst putting on my jacket.

“We will talk in three hours. Y/n, behave yourself, I know you’re a lady and obey to what Sebastian tells you to do” Oh I for sure will obey to his commands. Whether that’s me praising his skills or sucking his dick.

“Let’s go! The track is clear now and I’m allowed free access.” He grabs his keys and we walk outside together.

“Wait, what do you mean track? The Nürburgring? Really?” I reply shocked and Sebastian nods excitingly.

“Oh god you’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” I say with fear in my voice, once we get into his Porsche, Seb’s hand lands softly on my inner thigh, caressing it.

“Oh no Liebling, I would never hurt you. At least not like that.” His grip is more intense, as I flinch but do not remove his hand from my thigh. The touch is affecting me more as I feel my cunt slightly watering with the thought of his fingers inside me.

“Not like that? You have other plans Vettel?” I look at him and with a twist of my body, my breast slightly show even more now, my bra almost popping out. That causes Seb to groan a bit as his eyes land on them and then swerve back on the street.

“Let’s just say my torturing methods include pleasure. And especially when it comes to you.” His hand moves up more than it should, caressing up and down my fully clothed womanhood. Oh dear god that feels good and you can barely tell his touching me.

“And who says I’ll allow you to torture me?” I softly moan accidentally and try to bring myself back into my senses.

“You heard your father. Obey to what I say.” he lowered his voice and I gulped hardly. For most, Sebastian was a sweetheart but who said he wasn't a secret devil?

Once he removed his hand and placed it back on the wheel, I instantly regretted on agreeing at this ride. He is a massive soft spot for me and I am way too vulnerable when I am with Sebastian.

He knows me ever since I was a kid and he was rocking the formula one world by winning four consecutive world championships with red bull. Even though he retired last season, I still see him as one of my favourite drivers.

And I see him as my secret temptation as well.

Sebastian always told me that I would have a bright future in motorsport. Whenever me and my dad would visit him during the race weekend, I’d always spit random facts or stats just to show of my intelligence.

I will never forget the moment when Sebastian won this third world championship in Brazil and after he got out of the car, the first person who he hugged outside of his team was me. He picked me up, because I was wearing a jersey with the phrase “Weltmeistet 2012!” Followed by a picture of him, posing with the infamous index finger.

The exact one he dares to finger me with if I misbehave.

Luckily, my house is close to the circuit, so in less than 20 minutes we have arrived. The gates are fully open and we pull up from behind the garages, whose gates are open and probably have been since 2020.

When he enter the pit lane and the bar is open as well, he drives slowly all the way to the start-finish line. We sit there in silence for a moment before Sebastian looks at me with a devilish look in his eyes.

“I need you to be completely honest with me. I need to know if grandpa Seb still has it in him.” He says and a giggle escapes my lips with the characterization he used for himself. Grandpa.

Daddy? Sure. Not Grandpa though.

“Come on Seb. You’re not that old. You left Formula One a year ago. I don’t think a four times world champion gets rusty this easily.” I reply to his statement with all honesty.

“I’m not old enough to fuck you sweetheart. But to pull the tricks you’re about to witness, maybe.” I gasp at his comment and my eyes widen. Did he really say what I heard?

He turns on the engine once again and the quickly speeds through turn one but instead of drifting, I feel the car balancing on Seb’s side only.

“Stay still schatz.” He says, fully focused on the road.

I am even trying to hold my breath, besides my balance. What is he doing?

The car steadies itself back after turn 4 and speeds once again without breaking through turns 5 up to 7. After that, he breaks slightly and the car swerves at the front and drives with the two front wheels only.

“Are you trying to get us killed? What did I ever do to you?” I hold on to my seatbelt as Sebastian laughs out, trying to be extremely careful simultaneously.

“For you my dear, death with be slow and sweet. Don’t you worry.” I don’t know what is going on inside his mind and whether I like it or not.

Thankfully at turn 12, we balance once again and I let out a loud sigh. Slowly the drives up to turn 13 when I suddenly notice a ramp in the middle of the straight, closing on turn 16.

Sebastian fully floors the speed and I shut my eyes, as I feel the car levitating from the ramp, but surprisingly not falling down as abruptly as I imagined, drifting into turn 17 and then straight to the start-finish line once more.

Once I open my eyes, I look next to me and Sebastian is eyeing me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for my reaction.

“If that was your plan to kill me, then I’m glad it didn’t work. Nevertheless, I was surprised and weirded out on how you know all these tricks. Also, I was a bit fascinated, not going to lie.”

“Do you really thought I was going to kill you? My baby? I’m not as cruel as you think. And thank you for the compliments.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Who taught you these tricks?”

“I think the person you should refer to, is your father.” He unbuckles his seatbelt so he can turn to face me more comfortably.

“Impossible!”

“And yet true. Why do you think we are this close? Near death experiences bring people together.” He winks at me and my eyes roll all the way back to my fluttering heart.

“My old man has impressed me.”

“And now it’s time for this old man to as well.”

“Weren’t these tricks enough?”

“So you want me to stop then baby?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“So definitely not huh? Haven’t seen you this sure about something ever since you decided to dump this pathetic boy of yours. And I still don’t know the reason why.”

“If only you could look inside my thoughts.”

“I can look inside your thighs if you want me to.”

“Is that an offer Vettel?”

“More like a statement, but take it however you like. As long as it comes true.”

Sebastian brings his face closer to mine, his lips are ghosting over mine and his hot minty breath filling my lungs with joy and extreme desire. His tongue swipes my lower quivering lip and a moan is my reaction to his actions.

“Care to share your thoughts darling?”

[shinestarhwaa]

hi!! i hope its ok to request sum from ur prompt list <33

name: wooyoung

kink #: 1, 5, 14, 21, 22

line: 49, and 50

au: 69, 55, 56

if its ok can u make woo a sub? i js love sub!idol stuff

please n thank u, ily!!

Hi sweetie! Ofcourse I can, I got u! This was insane to write but I hope u enjoy it , pls lemme know!! Xoxo

GOOD LIL BOY || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Brother's Best Friend AU, (You're (TXT) Yeonjun's sister), Idol!Wooyoung, established relationship, bratty sub!wooyoung, use of toys, spit play, dirty talk, temperature play (ice), edging, overstimulation, bit of bdsm (handcuffs), mentions of m x m/voyeurism/orgy but no actions!, little bit of namecalling (slut), degrading, pegging

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"I'm so hard right now, you know?" Wooyoung whispered in your ear from behind. ''Wooyoung, please, I'm trying to order coffee here, and you shouldn't say stuff like that out loud, remember who you are,'' you muttered, struggling to maintain a straight face. ''I taste better than coffee,'' he grinned, ''you love tasting me.'' ''Wooyoung, Yeonjun would kill you if he heard you say such things. So would your boss. So stop saying these things in public.''

Wooyoung leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed, making you roll your eyes. He was so impatient sometimes. You finally got your coffee and sat down. You were still halfway when he had slurped up the entire frappucino already.

''Jeez, chill out Woo.'' ''Y/N, I swear to God that I'm gonna burst right out of my pants.'' ''But how? Why?'' you sighed as you took another sip. ''Because you're hot and I can't get last night's conversation out of my head.''

You laughed and finished your coffee. ''Oh really?'' ''Yes. Really. I can only think about you shoving that big dil-'' ''Wooyoung, you have to stop. Now.'' you warned him. He rolled his eyes and threw away your empty cups. ''We're going home.''

The two of you walked down the street, the sky a midnight blue color. You got a few looks from people, making you wonder if it's his erection straining against his jeans, him being recogized as Ateez's Wooyoung or both.

Soon enough you entered your apartment and you had hardly taken off your coats when Wooyoung pushed you against the wall. ''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' you asked, raising your left eyebrow.

''You're gonna give it to me, tonight,'' he breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck. ''Excuse me?'' ''What we talked about yesterday. We're gonna do this now. Tonight.'' You moaned softly at the feeling of your boyfriends' lips and tongue on your neck.

"Give it to me, please, just for tonight,'' he moaned into your ear. You bit your lip, he was seducing you and you were giving in. Even in the moments you were in power over him he had control. You were wrapped around his finger. So you'd have to do your best to overpower him.

"Oh I'll give it to you alright."

You took him by the wrist and pulled him into your kitchen. He struggled to take off his shoes as you kissed him intensely and full of passion and discarded your clothes. When he was butt-naked he hopped on the kitchen island, spreading his legs and showing off his stiff cock.

His eyes were glued on the black lingerie and tall black heels you had on. Your hardened nipples showed off in the lacy bra, making his cock twitch. "Sit still. Wait here," you ordered, and Wooyoung made sure to obey you - to your surprise.

You left to gather some toys from your room and came back to the kitchen. You took a blindfold from the little box and put it on his delicate face. After that you took his wrists and cuffed them on his back. "God...What are you going to do to me?"

"Nasty things."

He heard the noise of you rummaging through the fridge - or was it the freezer? Suddenly he heard the familiar noise of ice cubes being pushed out a holder. "Fuck," he muttered, "you're gonna ice me?"

You grinned and took an ice cube between your fingers. Very gently, slowly, you slid it over his bottom lip. A drop of very cold water fell down his chin as the ice melted.

You moved it down, along his jawline, down his neck and onto his chest, grazing his hard nipple. He winced and gasped at the ice cold feeling, cock twitching again. Wooyoung tried to move his hands, but he couldn't. He's have to take whatever you give to him.

"S-so cold," he moaned as it touched and circled his other nipple. More droplets decorated his tan skin as you moved it down over his torso, slowly reaching his crotch. The ice gave him goosebumps once you ran it over his shaft, onto the tip of his cock.

"Y/N!" He cried out, trying to move and resist the cold ice, but you hold him still as much as you could, moving the ice around. Water dripped down his shaft onto his balls and down to his ass.

Suddenly he felt the ice slide down his ass, to his puckering hole. He tried to close his legs, annoying you as he didn't obey you like he should. "Wooyoung." "P-Please it's so cold," he whined, but he wasn't really saying no, his cock was dripping with pre-cum.

You guided him, flipping him over. You smirked at his position, on his knees, ass down and face up. You ran the ice cube over his ass, grazing his hole and all the way down to his balls.

"Y/N," he whined, body trembling and shaking in front of you. You took a smaller vibrator out of the box, lubing it up and inserting it into your boyfriend's hole. He cried out and whined at the sensation.

"Gosh, you," you smirked, "you're such a little naughty slut, aren't you? What would your friends say if they knew you loved it in your ass? What would they say if they saw you with your ass up on my kitchen island?" You mocked him.

He whined and bucked his hips into nothing, needy to be inside something, to be inside you. "O-Oh God I don't k-know," he mumbled. "They'd tease you so much... What would San think... or your leader, hm? And what would Yeonjun think?" You smirked. His eyes widened at that name, hole clenching around the vibrator.

"Y/N! Please!" He moaned loudly. You loved to embarrass him like this, use him like this and tame him like the brat he is. "Please what, Youngie?" "P-Please don't say these things," he whined, but he was lying. So you kept going on.

"And your fans...What would they say if they knew you showed your ass off to me... liked to take it roughly? Like to be pushed around after acting like a brat all day? You love to be fucked right," you smirked.

"O-Oh God! I-I love it!" He moaned when you took his dick into your hands, pumping it quickly. "K-keep going! I'm cumming!" He moaned loudly. You quickly stopped everything, pulling out the vibrator as well, cutting off his orgasm. "N-No, please," he whined. You waited for his adrenaline to calm down before you pumped his cock and inserted the vibrator again, putting it on the highest setting.

"What if your members walked in on us? Hm?" You started, "What if they all walked in on us? You'd fucking like that... being watched by them... or do you want them to join you? You want them to touch you too? Would you like their cocks inside your ass baby?"

"O-Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned as his breath was picking up. "You want them to watch me fuck you? I could always ask, sweetie, I could ask if they wanted to come and watch how you unravel for me. Do you think they'll get hard? And embarrassed? And then take their pants off and show you their hard cocks?"

His cock twitched in your hand and you let go again, pulling out the vibrator and yet again stopping his orgasm. "Please, please!" He begged loudly, all choked up. "Do you wanna cum, prince?" "Yes, yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me cum this time, please, pretty please? I've been taking it so well!"

"Hm, fine, you've been doing well... So well for me, bet you'd wanna do well for your members too," you smirked, inserting the vibrator for the third time and pumping his cock roughly again, just the way he liked it.

"I-I'd be so good!" "I bet you would, San would have tamed you in a matter of seconds. And you would listen to Hongjoong right? Would you listen to Seonghwa as he used your body? And Yunho?"

"Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned, nearly screaming. "Yeosang would be so pretty right? He's take care of you... and I bet you'd like to be split open by Mingi... and have Jongho's hands on you..."

Before you knew it he was cumming all over the grey marble countertop. "Oh my baby," you cooed as you watched his cum drizzle down his cock. You palmed his balls and massaged them, somehow keeping him cumming and cumming. "Y/N!" He cried out over overstimulation.

Smirking, you took the vibrator out for the last time, turning it off. He panted loudly and clenched around nothing, eager for something to fill him up.

You rolled him back and he sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the counter. You wiped the cum off the counter and put it in your mouth, letting it mix with your saliva. You took Wooyoung's chin in his hand and instantly he opened up for you to spit into his mouth. "Swallow," you ordered him. He nodded and swallowed it down, breathing heavily.

"My good lil boy," you winked, "it's time to fuck you now, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes please fuck me," he panted. He got off the counter and bend over the dining table. "Wow, I didn't even have to ask," you smirked as you put the strap-on panties on, with the biggest dildo of your collection attached to it. He truly was a sizequeen.

You had bought these panties just last week, and you were excited to have them on as they came with a remote and a vibrator inside to stimulate your clit. You handed him the remote, trusting him with it.

You lubed up the toy and slid it into his ass, making him whine loudly. You had one hand on his cuffed wrists and one on his squishy ass. He yelped and whined as you thrusted into him, fucking him roughly and deeply. Tears formed in his eyes as result of the overstimulation and sensitivity from his previous orgasm.

"Please! Please, oh God, that's so good, fucking me so good!"

Suddenly the vibrator inside your panties got turned on, making you moan out loud. "Oh fuck baby!" You moaned as you rocked into your boyfriend.

"Y-You like that hm? It feels good right?" "Fuck, yes, you're making me feel so good Wooyoung!" You moaned. He turned the vibrator up to it's highest setting, your hips bucking and jerking forward, fucking into his prostate.

"You're gonna make me cum again, you're gonna make me cum, I'm cumming, c-cumming, fucking cumming!" He moaned loudly as his cum spilled from his cock.

The sensation in your pussy got bigger, wilder and took over your body, thrusts getting sloppy as you came for him, cumming in your panties as you fucked Wooyoung through his orgasm.

He turned off the vibrator as you rode out your orgasms, panting loudly. You pulled out of him and removed the panties, uncuffing Wooyoung and taking off his blindfold. You took him in your arms, leaning against the dining table. "My good lil boy..."

"You're not gonna tell my friends I like to get fucked in my ass by my girlfriend," he grinned. "I might just." ''You will not!'' You laughed and stroked his hair. ''You want me to.''

[spdrvyn]

I loved your post about Miguel x autistic reader and I really want more pleease

overwhelmingly peaceful

summary: you found your place in spider society, but that didn't take away from the fact that it can get intensely noisy. you don't hesitate to turn to where you know for sure you'll be safe.

tags: fluff. suggestive joke/s. autistic reader. reader is gender neutral. hobie's here too i guess. author doesn't know how to write british slang.

notes: i'm really glad that you guys enjoyed the autistic reader drabbles i posted so i'm more than happy to write this request! projecting even more in this one, thank you for letting me self-indulge <3

The mere existence of The Spider Society was always enough to astound you. You thought that people didn't Miguel enough credit for basically building the place from the ground up, not to mention how many times he's had to travel to different universes to recruit all different kinds of Spider-People.

Of course, you were more than honored to be one of those people. There was a very good chance that you just got lucky to be on his team, Miguel caught you in that one moment where your abilities were at their peak and your light was really shining through. Luck or skill, you didn't care. This was the result of it, you were content with that.

Unfortunately, the society has its downsides. Considering the sheer amount of spiders that pass through, the hustle and bustle is too hard to ignore. You can't exactly carry around headphones every time you're there because where would you leave them just in case you'd be tasked to another mission? So you just tried to avoid the noisiest places, even then, it's hard to get any semblance of quiet.

"Oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, as you silently glared at the cafeteria table next to you. Charisma was just a natural trait to any spider, with that came very boisterous laughter from other people too. Surely, they were nice people, but in front of your salad? Really?

"You good, mate?" Hobie intervened, he leaned his head to the side to get a better look at your face, a small grin came onto his features. "Lads beside you 've always been that noisy. Can get them to shut their traps if you want."

An inaudible sigh left your lips as you shook your head, combing the hair out of your face. You gazed down at your untouched food for a moment, you liked hanging out with Hobie. He understood you and he was funny, but you weren't quite sure if you could handle being in an environment like this right now.

"No, no- it's fine." He raised a brow at your lie. "Okay, it's not. But you don't have to do that for me," you picked up your small take-out box of salad and juice, "The canteen is just too much right now for me, sorry."

Hobie shrugged, picking up a fry and expertly throwing into his mouth. "No problem, always got my drummer to bother. You going to hang with your boyfriend now, eh?" His smile turned more cheeky and you stared at him meanly to take away from the fact that your cheeks warmed at his comment.

You huffed and stomped away, "Oi, you didn't deny that!"

Miguel's office (a.k.a man cave) was dark and decrepit. For some odd reason, also liked a smell of any kind. You designated each area of the headquarters with a scent, but his area lacked any of the sort which you enjoyed. Not to mention, silent.

It wasn't like he really allowed any loud noise anyway, he had a strange list of items that were prohibited from entering his corner. Bells, blenders, on occasion, phones but that was from one time Gwen forgot to shut her alarm off and she got a small lecture on being considerate because the acoustics caused every sound that passed through to reverberate and increase in volume.

That means it would only make sense for Miguel to also hear your footsteps from a mile away, his platform already lowered for you to hop on and he's hunched over his desk. Sparks fly (not just from the sight of him, I swear) from the spot that he worked on and if you're not mistaken, there's a band wrapped around his head which meant he was wearing goggles.

You set your lunch tray down on the one empty spot on his desk before approaching slowly, you bend down to rest your hand on his shoulder and to lean your head against his. "What are you working on now, beautiful?"

Miguel put down the small soldering tool and took off his goggles, putting the freshly made panel closer to his eyes. "People submitted suggestions to make the wrist devices less bulkier," he blindly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you onto his thigh as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. "Why are you here?"

"I'm an assassin, I've come to take your life." You spoke lowly, ominously. When Miguel doesn't turn to face you, you pout. "The noise in the cafeteria is overwhelming," you shift and properly situate yourself on his lap.

"I was just about to head out for lunch," Miguel sighed, before placing the panel in a small container.

"So... back to the cafeteria? People are sure to go speechless from catching a look at you," you joke, but there's a somber fry in your voice that he doesn't ignore. His warm breath tickled your neck as he pressed brief pecks down the column of your throat, the low hum he let out vibrating against your skin. "Are you that hungry, hermoso?"

"What I meant was," he paused, brushing more hair out of your face, properly tucking it behind your ear. "I was going to head up to my place for lunch. Where there's no people?"

You breathe a small 'ohhh' and Miguel chuckled, "That checks out, actually." You nodded. "Obviously there's no people, would've been weird to have anyone there two nights ago when we–"

"Okay, that's enough." Miguel cut you off, nearly smiling from ear to ear. "Get your lunch, mi sol."

"My hero."

[daisybianca]

“please leave a comment if you want a second part!”

AS IF WE’D EVER SAY NO. PLS BLESS W A PART TWO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warnings: cursing words, sexual thoughts

(a/n): here's the previous part 1! Here's the next and last one, part 3!

BLINDING FLASHING lights appeared, and glancing out of the window, you very discreet (not at all) black car parking just at the entrance of your apartment. A few moments later, horn sounds reached your ear, making your stomach swirl nervously around.

Were you really doing this?

"Live some adventure," the voice of your best friend mumbled into your mind, reminding you that sometimes you get to have some fun in order to forget work and responsibilities.

You chose to wear a pink, sliky dress that felt perfect on your curves and skin.

You grabbed your white purse and rushed out, locking the door behind you.

You weren't brave enough to look directly at the car once you were out, but when you turned around to walk towards it, a figure had already stepped out of it.

Lewis' dark eyes rised and then he took a double look at you. Then smiled.

"Hey, love," Lewis mumbled as he came in front of you, and you could swear that his lips had landed to your glossy lips for a brief moment, which by the way seemed like an eternity to you.

"Hey," you smiled widely. (Brushing your teeth almost 10 times before the date was surely tiring, so you had to show off your perfectly white smile, right?)

"You look..." Lewis scanned you from head to toes momentarily. "Ravishing."

A small laughter escaped from your lips. "I love your vocabulary."

"Oh, thank you, love," he gently grabbed your hand and helped you down the stairs. He was swearing a total white outfit, complimenting his tanned skin and making his multiple tattoos stand out more.

Your best friend was totally right. You didn't know if Greek Gods were actually real, but if they were, one of them had to had his name.

Lewis Hamilton.

He opened the door for you, and when you entered, murmuring a small 'thank you', he shut it gently and moved around the car to reach the other door.

The car was fabulously luxurious and looked ridiculously like its owner. Pretty, deluxe and fancy, and surely fast as hell.

The other door closed, and Lewis' masculine aroma filled your nostrils brutally. You couldn't exactly place the brand of the perfume, but it was something like a masculine mixture of heaven and perfection.

"Do you like fast cars?" Lewis asked, fastening his belt.

"Um, I own a grumpy Lexus that even my 11-year-old nephew could beat in a race." You joked, and he immediately burst into laughter. It was rather inevitable to smile back. "It's not that I don't like speed... it's just that... I'm kind of scared."

"Scared?" Lewis asked, raising his dark eyebrows in curiosity.

"Not for me, of course." You said. "I'm too young to rot into prison because of driving over a dozen of people."

Lewis smiled. "Well, I think you're just with the right person." He spoke, and the engine growled furiously as it came to life.

"Hey, this car is truly awesome, you know," you scratched the bare skin of your exposed thigh, and oh, holy shit, Lewis peered at it for a moment that stretched for what seemed like, FOREVER.

"Yeah, I know," He caressed the steering wheel. "I should name her. Any good ideas?"

You bit your bottom lip, fighting the urge to suggest your name.

"I need something that sounds elegant and pretty." He clarified and turned to face you.

His eyes burned on your skin as you gazed out of the window, hoping that his stare would cease being that intense and fuckable.

"What about Bella or Alice?" You suggested, bringing into mind your sister's twins.

Lewis seemed to think about it for a second. "Nah, too basic." He spoke a few moments later. "I'm sure you'll have a better suggestion until the end of the night."

The car stopped moving, and you got rid of your seat belt.

The ride was full of side intense glances, awfully hot compliments of his that drove you to insanity, and lots, lots of flirting.

"Is this your only car apart from the F1 one?" You asked as he opened the door for you to step out.

A true gentleman.

"No," he said. "Just one of 'em."

You turned around, and a massive building fulled your vision. It was a huge mansion that screamed mafia-boss-on-wattpad, and made your knees feel weak.

You waited for him in order to start strolling towards the house, but when he stepped next to you, his hand gently found yours and wrapped tightly around it.

You looked at your intertwined fingers, and he smiled. "My house has a ridiculously big amount of stairs. I don't want you falling from date one, do I?" He joked. If the tension of the eye contact was palpable, then physical touch was going to be the very end of you.

"So... I suppose you don't like holding my hand, right? It's all about safety." You fake rolled your eyes at the last sentence and hoped he noticed.

"Don't expose me like that, love." Lewis said, his British accent bold and alive.

When you got inside, you almost fainted and permanently lost your vision. Everything was cleaned to perfection. You could practically utilize the floor as a mirror to see if your pink dress was well-ironed.

"Do you like it?" Lewis asked, abandoning his car keys on a counter.

"Nah, too shiny and pretty." You joked.

"Yeah, just like you." He responded from behind, and your cheeks changed a pallette of five different shades of red.

You turned to face him directly. "I love it."

He smiled and walked towards a miny bar next to a massive kitchen. You noticed that his intoxicating cologne had been replaced by the smell of freshly cooked food. Looking a few feet away, mouth-watering food was placed on a dinner table.

He cooked?

"Red or white wine?" Lewis asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"Red." You replied. "But I swear, I'm a Mercedes fan."

He laughed and grabbed a bottle, reading something oj it at first. Then, he opened it and walked towards the dinner table, placing it on it.

He dragged one chair and let you sit.

When he did too, you chose to ask, "Where's Roscoe?"

"To a friend's," he replied. "I left him there because I didn't know if you liked dogs."

"You sent him away because of me?" You laughed. "Everyone loves dogs!"

He let out a breath before stating, "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

You shrugged. "It's fine. I just... I wanted to meet him. I think he's cute."

Lewis filled your empty glass with tasteful red liquid. "Good for me. Seems like I'm inviting you to dinner till you meet him." He said, innocently looking away.

Fuck.

This man was going to be the end of you.

[yournameloveskpop]

Boxer Shorts

Paring: ChangBin x Reader

Word count: 1650

Warning: Smut, NSFW, Oral (M receiving), fingering, messy sex, clothes sex, swearing

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Y/N was sprawled out on ChangBin’s bed, the room still echoing the remnants of laughter from the other Stray Kids members who had just left. The quiet that followed their departure felt almost too heavy, too sudden.

"Ugh, I'm bored," Y/N muttered to herself, glancing around the room for something to do. Her eyes landed on Changbin's wardrobe. A mischievous grin spread across her face. "Why not?" she whispered, tiptoeing over to his closet.

As the sound of running water signaled Changbin's shower in the background, Y/N began her little adventure. She pulled out a plain white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, slipping into them with a giggle.

"Perfect fit," she noted, admiring herself in the full-length mirror. The boxers clung to her just right, while the t-shirt hung loosely, oversized on her frame. Feeling a mix of daring and playful, she grabbed Changbin's phone. "Let's see how sexy I can be," she mused, striking a pose on the bed.

The t-shirt lifted just enough to tease, the boxers on full display. Click, click, click—the camera captured her in various sultry poses before she placed the phone back, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

The moment Changbin re-entered the room, the air shifted. His hair was damp, droplets trailing down his neck, his torso bare except for the low-slung jeans. He froze, eyes widening at the sight of Y/N on his bed, his clothes adorning her body.

"Wow, didn't expect a fashion show in my room," Changbin said, a playful smirk forming on his lips, though a blush crept up his neck.

Y/N laughed, propping herself up on her elbows. "Do you approve of your new model?"

Changbin's approach was slow, deliberate. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs, his gaze intense. "I think you wear them better than I do," he admitted, his voice a low hum. His hands found her thighs, inching dangerously close to more sensitive territory, eliciting a shiver that ran down her spine.

Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them—one of daring and desire, mixed with a playful acknowledgment of their unique situation. His fingers finally reach her sensitive area and slowly moved them in a teasing manner. 

Y/N lets out a loud yelps before moaning at chanbin's action. He tugs the boxer shorts down slightly to get a better friction before pulling them up again. The feelings of his boxer shorts on her sensitive skin sends a shiver down her spine, his lips, fingers and tongue also working their magic.

"Shit," she gasped, trying to control the waves of pleasure rolling through her body.

As she fought against them, Changbin's kisses came harder and faster, sending her spiralling into an entirely different world.

Changbin could already see a wet patch coming through his boxer shorts and presses down on y/n's clit more before pulling his boxer shorts down her thigh ever so slightly.

"I want you to cum on them," he grinned as his finger went inside her and his tongue sucked and licked on her clit  harder.

She couldn't help but to moan loudly before moaning even louder when he stuck two fingers inside her and started pumping them in and out while his tongue worked its magic.

Y/N couldn't believe how wet she was, her juice already leaking out and soaking his fingers and boxers.

His lips sucking on her clit send shivers all throughout her body. "Oh god.... please, don't stop..." Her words fall on deaf ears as he starts sucking on her clit hard. "Please..please... fuck me..."

"I will but first I want you to cum on my boxers. Like the dirty girl you are," he said against her clit, his fingers working even faster than before.

His fingers were really starting to work their magic on her. They sent a jolt down her spine, making her arch her back and pant louder than before.

Changbin laughs quietly before crawling on top of her. With one hand on hips and the other coating his boxers with her cum. He ordered Y/N to get on all fours while he pulled down his already loose jeans. His dick sprang up, and eased his way into her soaking cunt.

"Fuck..." he moaned out loud, kissing her passionately, before pushing his dick further into her.

It felt so good being fucked like this, with him behind her, making love to her. Changbin let out a low growl and spanked her harshly on her ass, sending shockwaves through her body. Her pussy was still very sensitive after her orgasm earlier, making it extra enjoyable for both of them.

He grabbed her hips and slowly pulls her back and forth on his dick. "You feel so fucking good." He panted.

He lent back slightly to see her juice still leaking out and landing on the boxers she was wearing. The thought of his own cum and hers soaking his boxers completely  made him go crazy.

"Yes, take it," he groaned, urging her cunt to suck harder on his dick.

His dick ached for release, only being held back by the sheer pleasure of her tight grip around it. His balls banging against her clit and ass with each thrust added to his desperation. His body tensed, ready to shoot his load, when her walls clenched round his shaft.

With a low grunt, he shot a load deep inside her. "Ah!" he cried out, his cum filling her cunt nicely.

Y/N also came with him, their names escaping each others lips. When he pulled out she squirted all over his boxers she was wearing. Her cum and his cum covering it just the way he wanted it.

After a few minutes of catching their breaths, Changbin slowly slid his boxers off her and placed them into the wash back.

He cleaned himself up and pulled up his jeans again before grabbing another set of boxers and white t-shirt for Y/N. He lifted her up carefully and headed to the bathroom for some aftercare.

Once he helped clean her up and changed into the clean clothes he carried her back. He also changed the bed making sure they would sleep comfortably and tucked the both of them, they both fell asleep in each others arms.

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Changbin and Y/N stirred awake, their bodies entangled from the night before. With a soft sigh, Changbin was the first to rise, the memories of last night's passion still vivid in his mind. He glanced over at Y/N, who was slowly waking up, her eyes blinking open to meet his.

"Good morning," Changbin greeted, his voice low and filled with warmth.

"Morning," Y/N replied, stretching her limbs before sitting up.

They shared a quiet, knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they had shared the night before. Changbin quickly threw on a plain t-shirt, and Y/N opted for a pair of his joggers, the comfort of his clothes a subtle reminder of their intimacy. Together, they left the bedroom, entering the bustling energy of the kitchen.

BangChan, Jisung, and Hyunjin were already there, each engaged in their morning routines. The scent of coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and casual conversation. To them, it was just another day, unaware of the shift in dynamics between Changbin and Y/N.

"Morning, guys," Y/N chirped, her voice bright and cheerful. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower."

As she left the room, Changbin approached his bandmates, ready to join in on the morning's camaraderie. However, the moment was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. Curiosity piqued, he pulled it out, the screen lighting up to reveal the provocative pictures of Y/N from the night before.

Jisung, who had been mid-sip of his coffee, choked on the liquid, coughing violently as his eyes caught a glimpse of the image. BangChan and Hyunjin turned, drawn by the commotion, only for their eyes to widen in shock and mouths to gape open at the sight.

"Uh, Changbin, care to explain?" BangChan managed to say, his voice a mix of amusement and astonishment.

Hyunjin, ever the joker, added, "Looks like you had a fun night, huh?"

Changbin, caught off guard and slightly embarrassed, tried to play it cool. "It's not what it looks like. I didn't take these," he stammered, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

"Sure, sure," Jisung teased, finally recovering from his coughing fit. "Those pictures definitely say 'just friends.'"

"Come on, guys, give him a break," BangChan laughed, clapping Changbin on the back. "But seriously, Changbin, you and Y/N?"

Changbin sighed, a smile finally breaking through his embarrassed facade. "Yeah, something like that," he admitted, his thoughts drifting to Y/N.

The conversation then took a lighter turn, the members teasing Changbin in good nature while also showing their support for whatever was developing between him and Y/N. They shared laughs and jokes, the initial shock giving way to a sense of camaraderie.

Meanwhile, Y/N, unaware of the commotion she had caused, enjoyed a peaceful shower, her thoughts on the night before and the newfound connection with Changbin. Little did she know, her relationship with Changbin had just become the hottest topic among the Stray Kids members, a mix of humor, surprise, and genuine happiness for their fellow member.

As the morning went on, the kitchen filled with more chatter and laughter, the incident with the pictures becoming just another memorable story in the tapestry of their lives together. Changbin and Y/N would later find themselves at the center of gentle ribbing, but it was clear to everyone that something special was blooming between them, a fact they were all too happy to witness.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I want to request Xavier Thorpe teaching fem reader how to paint like him being patient with her and guiding her hands and stuff in his shed just pure fluff

Thank you for the request nonnie. This was so much fun to write!<3

This is why we are here

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: Your boyfirend decides it is time to take you on a date to his shed, where he teaches you how to paint.

warnings: pure self-indulgent fluff

word count: 0.6k

“Oh my god this looks terrible. Please, don´t look at it.” You declare with a laugh. Trying to shield your painting from Xavier��s view.

“Oh, come on. It can´t possibly be that bad. Let me see.” He had invited you to his shed with the offer of giving you art lessons. Something you desperately needed as it turned out.

“No! I swear, it will insult every artist and painting that has or will ever exist.” You try to hold your ground against him, but Xavier is much taller than you and even though he doesn´t look like it he is very strong.

“Oh…” He murmurs as he sees what you have created. “I mean it´s not all that bad…”

It is almost tangible how hard he tries to find anything good to say about the painting.

“We both know it is.” You muse and smile at him. “Painting just isn´t my strongest choice of art.”

“That´s why we are here. Let me show you.” He puts a new canvas on the easel and stands behind you. Taking your hand that holds the brush inside his own gentle grip and guides your motions.

You let him guide you, breath catching in your throat from the close proximity the two of you are in.

“There, you see? You´re almost a natural already.” He murmurs, but feeling his hot breath tickle the side of your neck distracts you.

“Only because the most talented artist I know is helping me.” You look back at him, the corners of your lips tug upwards, despite the rest of your face still sporting a concentrated expression.

“I thought I was the only artist you know.” The brush moves over the canvas with so much ease.

“Hm, you are, but still. Then again, you are my favorite person so I might be biased.” Your head turns back towards the canvas, when you feel Xaviers hand lets go of yours to pull you a step back by the shoulders.

“Now look at that.” He whispers in your ear.

What the two of you, or rather he, have painted  is one of the most beautiful paintings you have ever seen of yourself.

“Oh, Xavi…” You  marvel at the canvas for a moment longer, before you turn fully towards him.

Giving him the softest kiss the two of you have ever shared. The touch of his lips on yours barely felt and yet the moment was so intense and intimate. You rest your forehead against his chest and sigh after the two of you part again.

One of his hand finds its way under your chin to make you look back up at him. Not wanting the eye contact to break yet. But as your eyes wander up his chest you see that you still held the brush in your hand, which now rested on his shirt. Great.

“Um, Xavier…” You say slowly.

“Hm?” He sounds like he still is in his own little world with you until his eyes land on the splash of paint. “Oh.”

“Do you have wet wipes or something around here?” You look around to find something to clean him up with.

“Nope, but I know how to fix this.” A mischievous smile splits his mouth and before you can react Xavier  grabs his own brush and swipes it across the length of the front of your shirt.

You yelp sharply and stumble backwards. “What… Oh, alright. Now you are asking for it.”

What breaks out between the two of you is a full on paint war that lasts until you are barely able to breath from laughter and the original color of your shirts is only discernible in a few small spots.

This was definitely one of the most fun dates the two of you had.

[rshmra]

PRETTY BOY!

plot: niki swears he met the girl of his dreams at the convenience store late one night- however, his discovery proves to be misguided. the "girl" he likes is actually just a really pretty boy, and he's the main vocalist of the new and wildly popular boy group of four, X_CAPE.

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written: 0.5k words

chapter one: you had one job

yn was in a frenzy trying to find something to cover his face when he took notice of someone's gaze on him.

he'd been too preoccupied with responding to a text after escaping from the dorm window to remember to put on a face mask, only realizing with a jolt at his destination much later. if by some unfortunate circumstance dispatch managed to spot him, management (and ivory) would be furious.

now, he assumes he looks very much an idiot as he hides in a corner of the convenience store, emptying his tote bag frantically in an attempt to find anything that might better obscure his identity. complaining about his shit luck is a habit at this point, but did he really have to be proven right again? christ on a cracker, it's so difficult to always be correct.

and to make things even worse, a guy just walked into the aisle while yn was dropping random shit- oh fuck, he's staring.

i'm so screwed.

yn rushes to regain his composure, gathering his belongings hurriedly and feeling brave enough to steal a glimpse at the other teen from his crouched position. (embarrassing, but how could he resist checking him out?) the boy's ogling him with wide eyes, soft hair curling out slightly from beneath his hood. he's tall and slim, and due to the mask he's wearing yn can't gauge his expression, but if he had to guess? he'd definitely say the dude's mouth is hanging open.

well, jesus. do i look that odd?

...wait, he's cute.

not allowing his thoughts to wander for too long, yn glances back down at the ground (still half-kneeling, mind you). either the cute boy had already recognized him, or was just intensely weirded out... so, two main options for the scenario at hand. one: risk it even more, ask for a spare mask and hope for the best, or two: don't, and hope for the best.

psh, yolo.

yn bounds to his feet in an instant, boldly striding up to the bewildered boy and silently praying he made the right choice. "hey, um. do you have another mask i could use?" jesus, this man is a fucking skyscraper.

he blinks once. twice. thrice? yn shifts, rubbing the back of his neck. "it's fine if you don't-"

"no, i think i uh- i- i might have, um..." he trails off quietly, patting down his pockets and leaving yn reeling inwardly. HIS VOICE BRO?!:((#!*&!1_! "i actually do." the teen lends the shorter a mask, and yn finds himself unable to contain his relief.

"oh my god, you're a lifesaver- thank you so, so much!" perhaps it's a little dramatic to clasp the stranger's hands in his, yet it barely occurs to the vocalist as he rushes away, leaving the lanky boy standing there flustered.

neither can tell why the other looks somewhat familiar, but for now there are tweets to be tweeted and thoughts to be thunk.

notes: begging u to ignore timestamps numbers and emojis I DONT HAVE AN IPHONE. esp pretend the times in the texts arent there cus its all fucked up. the writing is mediocre but i promise u itll get better... SAME FOR THE TEXTS. i had fun w it but i think i took it too long 😭😭 lmk what yall think... next update sundayy

taglist: @silkentides @nikikids @luveuly @totoroblop @winter-world

[moonstruck-poet]

Next Thing You Know

Pairing - Ben Barnes x reader!

Summary - a fic taking us through the journey of your wonderful relationship with Ben Barnes.

Warnings - none

You swear that you're stayin' single next thing you know. You meet a girl at a bar and next thing you know. You get her laughin', it's 2 AM. You're tellin' your buddies three months in.

"Why do you always want to drag me to places I don't wanna go?" Ben frowns at his brother who just grins cheekily and doesn't let go of the firm hold of his hand.

"You need to loosen up a little brother," Jack says simply and they get into his car, him obviously being the one driving. "Even Mum and Dad think you're a bit too tense these days for God's sake!"

Ben rolled his eyes and turned on the radio, immediately smiling at his favorite Bob Dylan song that had just started. He had planned to just lay down in bed and peacefully read, something he hadn't done in ages.

But unfortunately that's not what 26 year olds normally did, which was very sad indeed. A nice little reading session with soft romantic tunes playing in the background was suddenly considered old-fashioned.

"Here we are!" Jack exclaimed cheerfully and they got out, him throwing an arm around his brother who merely chuckled and together they entered the rather crowded club.

"This is intense," Ben murmured after scanning the place. What with its loud, blaring music, dim but flashing lights and an over-excited crowd, it seemed a bit intimidating.

"Its just been way too song since you've been in a club," Jack retorted but then his face turned into one of glee after spotting his best mates who waved frantically.

"Not even been 10 minutes and already ditching me huh?"

"I'm so sorry," he said apologetically but smiled when Ben laughed.

"It's all good, go on hang out with them".

"You'll be okay by yourself right?"

"Of course, I'm not 10!"

"See ya then," saying so Jack bid him goodbye and Ben watched as he left before seating himself near the bar, ordering a light drink just to keep him warm and fuzzy.

"Thank you," he smiled at the bartender who bowed and brought the glass to his lips, the liquid barely grazing them before something- or rather someone, took his entire attention.

There you were, walking right towards him. His eyes gazed at the young woman who looked too beautiful even dressed in simple clothes like black ripped jeans paired with a leather jacket. Your raven hair that was tied into a half-ponytail simply added to the look.

She was exquisite, he remembered thinking.

He blinked, snapping out of his trance when the said woman was seated right beside him, looking positively bored and somehow a little out of place, even with her appropriate clothes.

He suddenly felt like a very shy teenager and focussed instead on his drink, whilst looking at you from the corner of his eyes. His cheeks went warm when you finally seemed to notice the rather handsome man sitting next you.

He saw your eyes widen and your mouth open a little, and he felt confused. Was something wrong with his face?

But then the reason for your staring became clear when you made a statement.

"Um hello, you're Ben Barnes aren't you?" You said softly and he was enraptured by your smooth voice that was slightly deep for a girl.

"Oh yeah, yes I'm him," he said quickly and gave you a blinding smile that you reciprocated with immense happiness and he felt a giddiness in his chest that had nothing, absolutely nothing to do with the drink that had now gone totally unnoticed.

"You played Prince Caspian," you grinned and he nodded, so excited that you had seen the movie.

"Did you like the movie?"

"It was brilliant," you said, your dark eyes appearing starry due to the lights. "I love the books and the movies just gave me a face for the characters that I so love".

"I take you as a reader then?" He asked with some eagerness.

"Oh absolutely! I honestly was going to spend this evening in my cosy bed reading a great romance book than coming here. But well my friends are quite persuasive".

He was over the moon at finding a common factor between you two. "I was going to do the same! But my brother dragged me in here, said that I needed to loosen up," he mimicked Jack making you laugh.

"Sometimes all you need to loosen up are some beautiful books and good music," you said, the two things were very close to your heart and Ben understood instantly.

"I agree," he smiled and you smiled too. Glad to find another person who had interests very similar to your own, and that too in a time when everybody was intent on partying the night away.

"Would it be okay if we geek over some books maybe outside?" Ben asked and mentally facepalmed. God he couldn't even talk properly to a girl.

"Yeah I'd like some quiet, it's really noisy in here," your eyebrows furrowed and you walked down, drinks in both of your hands as you sat down on a bench.

The rest of the night was spent talking and talking and talking. Ben didn't think he had ever talked this much before, much less to a girl but here he was, and here you were.

It just seemed so easy and he had this strange, warm feeling in his heart that he knew exactly what it was.

"What's your favorite quote from a book?" He asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

You were stumped, you had read hundreds of books and it was as if suddenly you had read none. "Good question, Ben".

His heart fluttered and red stained his cheeks, though thankfully for him you couldn't see it because of the dark.

And abruptly there was this gentle, loving smile on your face and all Ben wished in that moment was for him to be the cause.

"In vain have I struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you," you whispered the words.

And he smiled, looking down before meeting your eyes, each one's irises as dark as the night sky. "Austen hmm?" He said softly, loving the way your smile widened.

The man was already on the brink of falling head over heels and couldn't wait for this to get further. It was as if he seemed to know, like maybe an instinct or a feeling, whatever it was, it just made him gravitate towards you.

And lucky for him, you felt the same. Albeit it took you time than him, you were too on the edge of loving this man from the entirety of your heart.

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That she ain't moving in, the next thing you know. There's a U-haul trailer, next thing you know. Your old apartment is y'all's new place. There goes the carpet but the deer head stays.

"How much stuff do you even have?" Ben questioned indignantly as you carried boxes after boxes up the elevator. "You do know that we have a well furnished home right?"

You rolled your eyes, sweat dripping down your face and down your neck as you strained under the weight of a particularly heavy one. "Hush Barnes, I'm still shifting in your apartment aren't I?"

He simply shook his head with a smile and dropped two boxes on the floor with a loud thump, grimacing at the sound and praying hard that there wasn't anything breakable.

"You seriously need to do some downsizing, love," he muttered, slumping down on the sofa with a sigh.

You frowned but knew he was right. You had way too much stuff and you doubted that all of it was absolutely necessary. "Yeah I'll do that when setting everything up".

"And god what is the meaning of this Benjamin?" You shrieked when your gaze fell on the carpet underneath the centre table.

"What?!" He grumbled, reluctantly opening his eyes to see what made you react like that. "Oh that".

"Yes that".

"Uhm I was gonna replace it-"

"He's been saying that for the past year dear, I've forgotten the amount of times I had to tell him to change that wretched thing," his mum's voice interrupted and she stepped inside, followed by her husband.

Your eyes narrowed at your boyfriend who cringed under the stares of two women whom he loved dearly.

"Cat got your tongue, Barnes?" Thomas, his father grinned amd stepped in front of his son. Clearly enjoying the predicament.

"I swear I was going to change it," he mumbled and then gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

"Don't you look at her like that young man!" Tricia Barnes pointed ger finger which immediately shut his attempts at wooing you.

You pressed your lips tightly to prevent a snort at his downcast expression. "You gotta listen to your mum, Ben".

"I'm glad at least someone sensible agrees with me," she shot a playful look at the two men and smiled lovingly at you. "You got everything up, darling?"

"Yeah! I'll start unpacking after I make us some lunch," you smiled and the woman simply beamed while your boyfriend watched in disbelief as you laughed together.

"That's always how it is, lad," Thomas said with a glint in his eyes and Ben couldn't help as he chuckled. "But that is also how you know that you've got a good one".

He let out a genuine smile at that and let his eyes linger on your figure as you laughed with his mum while making lunch. You were the best decision he'd ever made, and the best instinct he'd ever felt.

"My god you're having it bad aren't you?" His dad cackled loudly earning strange but pleased looks from the two women.

While Ben's cheeks went red, "Yeah.. I guess I am having it down real bad".

"She is a wonderful girl, and I'm sure she's going to take good care of you, buddy. And in return make sure you never deny her the simple pleasures of life. Most people think women are extremely complex creatures, but that's definitely not the case, you know?"

Ben turned around completely to face his father and that's when Thomas knew that his son was falling in love. And a small smile graced his face because what else would a father want for his gentleman of a son?

"They don't want you to spend hundred dollars on a bouquet of flowers, they'll be happier with a single rose plucked from a field on any random day. When girls say they like sweet messages, it doesn't mean that you should write a five pages long essay about the reasons why you love her. It simply means a good morning when you're not together, a basic did you eat yet or a small text saying how proud you are of her".

Ben nodded eagerly and enthusiastically, he had already unconsciously done all of these things and was glad to know that he was going on the right track. He had never really understood the significance behind his actions, but now he did.

"What're you two gossiping about?" Tricia asked and sat down between them, glancing at them both.

"Just giving our boy some relationship advice," Thomas said and winked at his son.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Well heavens only know what all you said to him. But I'm sure it was priceless," she said with a small smile while looking at Ben who nodded.

"Just remember sweetheart that anybody can buy luxurious gifts for their woman. But the truly romantic things are those little things you do everyday to show that you care and think about them," she patted his cheek.

"Yes mum," he agreed with every single word his parents are told him. He was really blessed to have such wonderful parents.

"Here's the lunch!" You finally entered the living room and set down two containers filled with delicious gravy and meat.

"Hey- Love- Careful there it's boiling," Ben muttered, hot on your heels as you carried the steaming pot.

"Yeah yeah don't worry I'm okay".

"I'll grab the plates and glasses," he said and darted back into the kitchen.

"Hey will you get some forks too please?" You called out after arranging everything properly on the table.

"Yeah bringing".

"Thank you".

The parents exchanged looks at the simple, basic conversation which seemed almost meaningless but somehow held such depth.

And after a fabulous dinner and bidding goodbye to Ben's family, you two had started the work of setting all the things in place. It was tedious to the core but helped greatly in relieving any kind of stress that was plaguing your mind.

And after about two whole hours of hardwork, all was finally done and you took a look around to smile at your new home.

"Ben?" You went in search for him to see your boyfriend in the kitchen, carrying two mugs of coffee.

"Yeah?" He placed the mugs on the table and sat down, gesturing for you to do the same while slowly sipping his caffeine.

"Where'd you keep my guitar? I don't remember seeing it-"

You were cut off by him pointing towards the piano that was kept in one corner of the living room and your eyes drifted to see your gorgeous black acoustic hanging on a wall right beside the instrument.

"That's the perfect place," you said, looking at him with delight.

"I'm glad. Maybe we can do some covers and record them someday," he suggested and took your hand, intertwining your fingers and brushing his lips against your knuckles.

"Yeah we can do that," you smiled and closed your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you with every ounce of passion and love.

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Next thing you know, you're saving money like never before just to spend it all at a jewelry store. Gettin' down on one knee on her mama's porch just prayin' she don't say no.

"Never thought I'd see this day," Jack shook his head and looked at his brother and laughed. "Is the size correct?"

"Of course it bloody is," Ben muttered, slightly offended that he'd even doubt that.

"Should I pack it then, Mr Barnes?" The attender asked with a smile on her face, pleased at Ben's choice.

"Yes please thank you," he nodded, hands shaking slightly due to nervousness.

The middle aged lady noticed it and looked warmly at the fumbling young man, "Your woman is one lucky girl".

"I think this one is luckier to have her," Jack interjected and they all laughed.

"That's true actually," Ben murmured and took the precious, black coloured box, keeping it safely in his pocket.

"You are so whipped, my god. It's actually adorable I must say".

"Sure it is. When are you giving me the chance to pay you back for the hell that you've given me the last five years?" He asked, smirking slightly ad they got into the car and began driving home.

"That won't happen soon so don't you worry your pretty little head about it".

Ben merely smiled cheekily and parked his car in the driveway before getting out and walking into his first home.

You were currently on a business trip in another country amd wouldn't be back for a week at the most. And it was safe to say that your boyfriend missed you. Terribly.

"Hey Dad," he greeted his father who was watching a badminton match. "Since when did you start watching badminton?"

"Since my lovely daughter in law introduced me to it rather enthusiastically," he said with a knowing glint making Ben stare.

"Yes yes we know all about your shenanigans," his mother entered the living room and all three of them gave him matching grins.

"So let's see, where's the ring?" She asked excitedly and Ben pulled out the small box and handed it to her.

"Goodness love it's beautiful," she breathed, staring at the elegant silver band. "It's perfect for her," she said to herself and her eyes became teary.

"My baby's all grown up," she laughed through the tears and pulled her eldest in a loving embrace. Her not even understanding just how quickly time had passed. Just yesterday he was running around the house, singing his lungs out to songs playing on the radio. And now here he was, earning himself big from the industry and using that to buy his future wife a bond to last the next seven lifetimes.

"I'm so proud of you," she whispered in his ear and he tightened his arms, feeling like a little boy again.

He could feel himself getting emotional and rapidly blinked back the tears, not really wanting to cry in front of them.

"I'm proud to have you as my son, Ben," Thomas patted him on his back, his eyes too shining and ruffled his hair, exactly the way he did when the young man before him was nothing but a boy.

"And doesn't matter how much trouble I've caused you in this lifetime," Jack began his speech making everyone chuckle. "You really are the best brother-" he broke off when Ben pulled his younger brother in a bone-crushing hug.

They all laughed and the amount of warmth radiating through the room could really rival the sun's. But there was only one thing missing. One person who was not present.

And his smile fell just a tiny bit, but Tricia Barnes noticed it, of course she did. "Call her," she said with a smile and squeezed his shoulder while he nodded and walked towards his room, immediately dialing up your number and lying down on his bed.

You picked up after a few rings, "Hello?"

"Hey," he said, voice barely above a whisper and he cleared his throat.

"Ben," you breathed out. It had been seven days since you'd last seen each other and there was this ever present tightness in your chest. "What's wrong love? You okay?"

"Yeah," he sniffed and rolled over on his side, staring out of the window. "Now I am".

Your lips twitched a little, "How are you?" You asked the question as though you hadn't spoken to each other just the night before.

"I'm okay. I just.. Miss you," he swallowed, unable to keep back the emotions that wanted to escape.

You immediately took notice of the change in his voice and your heart broke a little, "I'm so sorry. I wish I could be there, Ben. I really wish that so much".

"No don't be silly! You're there for work, you should be focusing on that," he said and took a hold of himself. Not wanting to bother you and distract you from your job.

"You are more important, Barnes".

He looked down with a smile, "I'm serious. I just called you 'cause I missed you that's all. And my family there decided that it was a good day to say some really heartfelt words and make me emotional".

You chuckled softly, "Should I add to that long list of compliments?"

"Please don't," his eyes widened as though he expected you to do just that. He thought he might as well breakdown if you did.

"Nah don't worry I'm not that cruel".

"Sure," he said, already having a mental list of instances that proved otherwise.

"Oh shut up that was not cruelty," you said, understanding exactly what was in his mind.

"Oh yeah? Might I remind you of the time that you 'accidentally' dyed my hair blond?"

You snorted and that made him go off even more, "It didn't come off for a month!"

"Well atleast it wasn't pink".

"How reassuring," he said dryly and you roared with laughter. One simple memory emitting such joy that he couldn't help but join in.

"When are you coming back? I miss you, darling," he said once you two had both controlled yourselves.

"As soon as I can, love, I promise," you sighed. "Hey Ben, I'm really sorry but I gotta go".

"Yeah it's alright. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Just finish your work. And don't you overwork yourself or skip any meals because of stress or I swear I'm going to come there and feed you myself if I have to".

"I wouldn't put it past you at all," you whispered.

"I'm proud of you, yeah? And I love you, so so much baby".

"I love you too, so so much".

Two weeks had passed since the conversation and Ben and his family were currently at your house. Everybody was sitting in the garden, soaking in the sunlight and enjoying the warm weather.

You were wearing a gorgeous sundress and were leaning against the tree while in conversation with your mum. Your hands on the other hand were nestled in Ben's soft hair, running your fingers through them as he rested his head on your thigh.

You were deep in conversation when he opened his eyes and removed the sunglasses to simply look at you properly and god did he fall in love again right there.

Your brown hair shone gold under the sunlight and your dark irises too had a muddy shade to them. Your body seemed to radiate a divine glow and he was enraptured.

And of course that's exactly when his mum called you and stood up straight, forgetting completely about Ben.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry," you couldn't help but laugh at his adorably frustrated face.

"Where are you going?" He grumbled and pulled you right back on him making your eyes widen as you glanced at you mum who pretended to check her nails.

"Your mother is calling me, I have to go".

He suddenly stilled and immediately let go of your hand, almost pushing you towards the house earning a strange look.

"Way to be obvious Ben," Jack snorted and threw a pebble.

"God I can't do this, she's gonna say no," his hands flapped nervously as he paced around the lawn, every negative thought making its appearance and troubling him.

But of course you didn't say no, of course you didn't deny such a big happiness to ever enter your life.

And naturally you nodded, silent tears dripping down your cheeks which mirrored Ben's face. He slid the ring onto your finger, your families erupting in a huge round of applause at the action.

"I love you so much sweetheart, more than you could ever dream of," he said, jaw clenching slightly and eyes bloodshot.

"I love you too my Disney prince," you whispered and the two of you chuckled despite the tears and my god the kiss that followed had his heart almost jumping out of his chest due to the sheer amount of love, passion and promise.

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I think we do need a part 2 for this huh

[muav99]

Drunk confessions with Hyunjin💋

Pt 1. Continued story- Bestfriends to lovers, Hyunjin x reader, Teasing, Good girl kink, Drunk but consensual acts

Flashback to the night prior..

You and hyunjin were having a sleepover!

It wasn’t a rare occasion as you two were nearly attached to the hip. Seeing each other everyday nearly. But nonetheless it was still a fun idea. You headed to the gas station to pick up some snacks.

He grabbed the Soju and you grabbed the Ramen and Tteokbokki. Perfect. And a bag of Cheetos just cause.

You assumed the 4 bottles you got would be fine just for sampling each flavor.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

2 hours later you were screaming Karaoke and the bottles are on the floor all empty except one. Hyunjin giggling and dancing along to your song.

After you’re finale you crashed to the floor a laughing mess.

“Y/n y/n stay sitting down please” hyunjin laughs

“Okayyyy” you respond

“Hmmmmm lets play a game” hyunjin says

“Amazing idea”

“What about we take this last bottle and play truth or drink?” He suggests playfully cocking his eyebrow up and down

“Oh deal hwang” you say and grab the bottle out of his hand

“Okay y/n, so. would you sleep with any of the guys?” He asks giving you that sassy look he always makes

“No” you say almost immediately

“Not even felix?” He teases

“Mmmmm as much as he’s hot, I’m not into him” you say

“Who are you into then?”

“Was that the question?” You sassily respond cocking your head to the side

*He dramatically throws his head back and groans

“Fine. You go.”

“Hyunjin, what’s your ideal type?” You ask kind of curious

“You” he says seriously

“I……..” you go silent

“HA KIDDING” he screeches laughing “Oh I got you y/n”

“Haha ha yeah” you cough out a fake laugh still very shocked and confused. Hyunjin’s one to joke but that felt off. Nevermind. He’s just drunk, so are you.

“Y/n what turns you on?” Hyunjin asks bringing back that cocky look in his eyes

“Ew you don’t need to know” you take a shot

“Awwww come on y/n don’t be a wimp, just one thing” he says pleading

“I already took a shot hyun why…..”

He interrupts you by moving a whole lot closer

“Please”

This is definitely not a friend conversation but okay. You cant deny hyunjin’s puppy dog gaze.

*sigh* You look him in the face “Well….if you must know. Like dirty talk. Or more specifically like positive responses”

“Like what?”

“Why do you…”

“Im just curious” he says breathing on your face a little closer then before

“Ur a perv”

“Hey!!!!!!”

“UGH like good girl, or you’re doing so well or something like that”

“Ohhhhhh i see” he says

“Now lay off and you take a shot too for pestering me.” You say arms crossed making an annoyed face at him

He swigs a big sip of the soju

“Hyunjin, why are you looking at me like that?”

His gaze upon your face is intense. You swear he’s looking from your eyes to your lips to your chest??? But its hard to tell because the whole room is spinning.

“Do you want me to drink again?” He asks you

“Well its that or answer the question”

“Im not sure you want the answer”

“Oh” you start to put it all together in your jumbled brain

Well. Now you’re kinda too curious. You can’t deny you’ve always felt a little something for him. I mean have you seen HIM??

“Tell me” you say hesitantly still unsure of your choice

“Because you’re my ideal type.” He says staring into your eyes

You gulp, anxious about what to even say blankly staring at him in shock

“See Im sorry never….nevermind” he says scooting away from you looking upset

You grab his hand

“No!”

He looks at your hands then up at you

“I just…..how am I supposed to even respond to that. You’re like my best friend and obviously gorgeous but I don’t wanna ruin anything and we’re VERY drunk so…..”

He puts a finger on your lips to stop your rambling

“Do you like me?”

“I mean…….yeah I do”

“Then nothing else matters” he whispers moving back real close to you

He leans in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. His lips taste like cherries and alcohol. And god he can kiss. You always assumed he could but its better then you expected

You both pull apart for a moment. But you didn’t want to let go.

He dives back in engulfing you in his embrace

Kissing you passionately and deeply. Its slowly but sloppy and just sexy. God he’s just sexy. You grab on his arms pulling him closer if possible. You never noticed how toned he truly was till now, and feeling it for yourself.

He lets go to breathe and you both pant noses touching as you rest

“How drunk are you?” He asks sounding concerned now

“A bit but I know what I’m doing” the room starts to be still for a moment and you take that as a green light

“I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He says

A real man.

You both are equally fucked up and drunk. But you know what your doing and it’s VERY consensual.

“You….are you implying?” You ask a little shy now

“I want you, please” he asks bringing those eyes back

You ache for him

“Yes” you breathe out

“Good girl” he says leaning back in to your lips

Pt.2 coming soon🩷 comment if you want to be tagged!!

[polifandom]

conversations i think would happen if isaac and theo were dating

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

1:

*the pack is reminiscing stuff from when they were younger*

scott: so there was this girl that you never really met, theo. she was a hunter. i dated her for a while.

stiles: they were highschool sweethearts. that is, before isaac suddenly stepped in and decided to date her instead...

isaac: HEY! thats not how it happened.

theo, with his eyebrows up, staring ublinking at isaac: oh, you dated her?

isaac: for a veeery short amount of time, before she died.

theo, staring some more at isaac before turning to scott: she died?

scott, not realizing what was going on at all: unfortunately. miss her every day.

theo: oh, yeah? how about you, isaac? you miss her too?

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo bites isaacs shoulder*

isaac: ouch, babe. you cant turn me twice.

theo, with blood on his fangs, stepping back to take his shirt of: you dont say. excuse me if i thought you liked it rough, seen as youve dated a hunter and all.

isaac: theo, for god sake, you cant stay mad at a dead woman. i hadnt even met you.

theo, moving in towards isaac other shoulder: youre lucky shes already dead.

2:

isaac, scrambling to find his keys: we need to go, theo. they need our help.

theo, calmly watching him from the kitchen isle: not really. scotts a big boy, he can take care of himself.

isaac: scotts a dumbass. he would be dead ages ago if it was up to him.

theo: well, then its nature running its course.

isaac, staring madly at him: theo!

theo, unfazed: isaac.

3:

*isaac is meeting the puppy pack for the first time*

isaac: so this is your pack?

theo, at the same time as liam: no

liam, at the same time as theo: yes

liam, now staring angrily at theo: something you wanna say?

theo, avoiding isaacs eyes: fine, yes, this is my pack.

isaac, now hiding laughter behind his hand: oh, now i get it. you're part of the puppy pack.

*later at isaacs apartment, as theo pins isaac against the wall*

theo: you think you're so funny, right?

4:

isaac: so liam?

theo, not looking up from his cellphone: what about him?

isaac, crossing his arms: guess.

theo, dropping his phone: no? just say it already.

isaac: you dated him.

theo: yes, and?

isaac: "yes, and?" are you kidding me? you want to murder every single person ive come in close vicinity to, even though most of them are already dead, but you can be besties with your ex?!

theo, rolling his eyes: we're barely even friends.

isaac: he's literally your alpha.

theo: he isn't even an alpha, angel. much less mine.

isaac: well, you're in his pack?

theo: you're nitpicking.

isaac: you PUNCHED scott because i had sex with him once. AGES AGO. and I'M the nitpicker?

theo: you said it, not me.

*two broken (now healed) noses and a very intense bloody make out session later*

isaac, laying down naked beside theo: so, how long did you date?

theo, intesely rolling his eyes and turning his bare back to isaac: we're not having this conversation again.

5:

isaac, whispering in the dark of the night: babe?

theo, sleepy: yes, angel?

isaac: would you kill me?

theo, turning on his back to face him: never. not you.

isaac, holding theos face more lovingly than hed care to admit: swear? i cant be falling for you just so you kill me later, theo.

theo, now holding isaacs neck, caressing there: isaac, id go to hell all over again just for you.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Left In Hell

Dream of The Endless x Musician!Reader

Summary: You left your harp in hell, and by the domain's laws, the item was quickly claimed by a demon. Your only hope of claiming it back was a bit of luck and a bit of Dream.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Insufferable!Dream, jittery!reader, gender neutral!reader, deity!reader ig, intense make out scene, typos, etc.

A/N: I originally posted this on my AO3 but yeah i wanted to bring this over here psssst a part two? "Sounds Like Heaven"

The hair on the back of my neck was raised. My stance was low as I carefully tread this annex of hell.

I let out a string of profanities once I saw exactly who was holding my instrument. I stilled in my creeping to hide behind a boulder near the swamp of torment when the demon looked over its shoulder.

I shuddered at the howls of help in the undead slurry of water and had to slap my hand on my mouth, as not to allow my squeaks from being heard.

In my anxiousness and fear, I topple backwards on my bum. I crawl away, breath hitching through my attempts to calm myself down.

I jolt up, startled when my hand pressed onto a dry branch, causing it to break with a loud crunching noise. Then I hold back a scream as I feel my back come in contact with something unanticipated.

I throw myself forward and whip my head back, in an attempt to see what I hit. Stupidly though, my frantic action nearly made me dive into the river.

I was blessed by the gods when something pulled me back and brought me to my feet.

I bring my hands up to my face in some sort of defense, although truly, it wouldn't matter, because whatever being hell would not be deterred by two fleshy limbs.

I find myself pressed against a chest with an arm around my back. I look back at the being that saved me then let out a sigh of relief, "it seems it's not the gods but the Endless that has delivered me."

Dream of the Endless, with his signature brooding look and gleaming yet tired eyes, peers down at me, inquiring with a dark tone, "what are you doing in hell?"

I place my palms on his firm chest and breathe in deeply before replying, "I was invited. The Lightbringer had always been fond of my music," I turn away from him, not bearing the weight of his gaze, "but then as I was about to leave, I realized I left my instrument."

Dream tilts his head.

"So, naturally, I came back for it, but by then a demon already laid claim on it, as it was technically already a lost item."

I hear his deep yet soft chuckle.

I make a twisted face of embarrassment and regret, and turn back to him, "I'm not causing trouble, I swear. Lucifer allowed me to retrieve my ha-my instrument, my instrument, my instrument, by my own power."

He hums then I realize I gave myself away by saying the words 'my instrument' a bit too much, "so it is your Harp of Dreamlight that got stolen?" He finally releases me, "no wonder you why you haven't begged me to help you the moment you saw my face."

"Please, my lord," I quickly change tune and grovel. I bend down and grab his coat, "there can be no forgiveness for losing your most precious gift, but surely, you cannot allow a demon make music with it."

The Lord of Dreams lowers his eyes to me, grabbing my arms, bringing me back to my feet, "the thought is most disturbing, and yet if I meddle, I would be overextending my power in a domain that is not mine."

"You wouldn't have to do anything," I shake my hand, gripping my hands on the lower part of his collar, "just allow me-- to..." I do a double take when I realize he had a raven on his shoulder. I raise my brows at the bird, "oh, hello. I hadn't noticed you there."

The raven squawks after I say my name in greeting, then replies, "I'm Matthew. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but considering we're in hell and all, I really can't."

I break into a soft chuckle, "that's true. I remember the first time I came here. It was horrible, I nearly couldn't-"

"This is exactly why you lost your harp in the first place," Dream cuts in, making me jolt in surprise and lower my gaze, "you are so fickle and so thoughtless that your focus so quickly fades."

I purse my lips at his harsh but true words as Dream brings his face down and further speaks, "well? What is your plan?"

I lift my eyes up to him and let out a nervous chuckle, "right, right. My plan. My plan. My plan." I grab his arm and point my finger very to the direction of the demon that was holding my harp closely by my chest.

Both Dream and I jerk when the demon begins to roughly rip through the chords of the instrument, playing it not only out of tune, but with such lack of care it breaks a string, then another.

I heave heavily and face the harp's maker, "That thing is a lust demon, so I was thinking I would flash it and make a run for it-"

"That is a reckless and horrible plan only one like you coul-"

"-but now that you're here!" I raise my voice, "we can just make out really, really roughly, and then Matthew could go fly over and grab it--"

"Matthew could what?!" Matthew repeats, "you are talking about that giant harp right?! There is no way I could."

"It turned giant because of that demon!" I exclaim a bit too loud because of my nerves, "it morphs itself to the size of the player. All you have to do is perch on it and-"

"You want me to perch on a harp next to a fucking mammoth demon!?"

"No!" I raise my hands and pull away from Dream to fully face the bird on his shoulder, "it's not a mammoth demon, it's a lust demon! I've never even heard of a mammoth demon!"

"I MEANT IT'S A LARGE DEMON! MAMMOTH AS IN LARGE!"

"Well how was I supposed to know that?!" I screech back.

"OI!" a cruelly loud voice calls, making all of us turn to the said demon that was holding my harp hostage, "WHAT DO YOU LOT WANT?!"

My eyes widen and my pulse quickens.

"No time," I squeak, shooing the bird away.

I then grab his master by the neck, pulling him down to crash my lips on him.

Matthew croaks in protest, flapping overhead, watching us kiss. He dares a look at the demon, and is honestly shocked to see that its angry face was now completely blank as the thing watched the two kiss before him.

He thinks about how weird and borderline disturbing this whole thing is.

My head was spinning because of the intimate exchange. Dream had placed his hands on my back and pulled me close. I had dug my hands in his already disheveled hair.

His lips were like wine I was getting drunk on. My body against him felt so at home even in a place such as this. And though I really didn't want to, I break away momentarily from the heated kiss to see how Matthew was fairing.

I let out a groan for two reasons, Matthew was still flying overhead, and Dream started kissing my neck.

"Matthew!" I whine out a plea as I looked up at him.

I squeak out in pain at the sudden nip at my earlobe. It seems Dream did not appreciate whatever I did, but I don't manage to do anything but melt against Dream's lips again as he presses his lips on mine.

I don't know if I was beginning to hear things, which would not be farfetched, considering there are echoes of misery here, but I could have sworn it was Dream that grumbled something along the lines of, "dare you say the name of another while kissing me?"

Nah.

That's probably all in my head.

I then squeak at the sudden shift in our stance; I was being lifted up by my thighs. His grip was firmly encouraging my legs to snake their way around his waist.

Matthew, at this point, finally makes way to the harp, heaving in both fear and tiredness, since he could not bring himself to fly high enough, lest he be caught up in the fog of wraiths above him.

True enough, once he perches on the harp, it rapidly begins to shrink.

"Boss!" Matthew croaks, "I got it," he says, beginning to fly off.

Instantly, Dream releases my lower lip, which he had caught in between his teeth, and my mind begins to spin.

I barely even register the sand that was suddenly swirling around us.

The next thing I know, there is a light that is irritating my eyes.

I turn back to Dream, nibbling my lips at the sight of his bitten ones, feeling my stomach flip at the sight of his eyes that were looking down at my lips.

"I got it," Matthew proudly calls again, flying over to us with a small harp hanging from his two claws. It was his voice that brought my back to reality, or so I realized as I was let down on the floor, to the main hall of the Dreaming.

I look up to Matthew as flies down to place the harp on the floor. I release a breath and crouch down to meet Matthew eye to eye, "thank you so much." I stand, then turn to Dream, whose heavy gaze was already on me. I am unable to croak out thanks at the unsorted looks of him.

"My Lord, I had not realized you have retur--" the voice of Lucienne echoes in the grand expanse of the room.

I turn to the speaker, breaking into a smile, "Lucienne! It's been a while!"

The librarian's eyebrows quirk as her eyes dart between her master's face and her master's guest. She decides not to remark on the swollenness of their lips and the unusual roughness of her master's hair, and instead readies herself with the incoming embrace.

I jog over to her and pull her into my arms.

She smiles back at me after I break away, then says, "the whole of Dreaming will be pleased to know of your visit."

"Yes, it's been a while since these halls have echoed with Dreamlight," I say, turning to Dream, who looked suddenly back to normal-- hair in its normally wild state, and lips not at all swollen, then to my harp, heart sinking at the sight of it's broken strings, "but I'm afraid I can't play you anything while its strings are broken."

I turn back to Dream and move to and fro on the pads of my feet, "unless, that is, I get some help-" "are you asking me for yet another favor, harpist?" Dream's voice booms across the expanse of what felt like the entire Dreaming.

"NO!" I squeak quickly, raising my hands up, "no, no! Psssssh," I shake my head quickly, "not at all. I can," I sigh, "collect my own materials in the abyss..." and turn to my feet with a painful look, "and forge my own strings by myself."

"Very good," Dream states, "I do hope you accomplish it quickly so you can perform for us all soon."

With that, he turns about and walks away, saying something about being terribly busy. And yet even if it was unwise to do so, I could not help myself to raise my fist at him in annoyance as I watched him leave.

[widowbitessting]

I will 100% NOT apologize for how you've slutted me out for the Sugar Mommies series. 😇

With that being said I wonder how Natasha and Carol would react to coming home from a business trip to walking in and seeing Wanda and Y/N having an intense drunken game of Twister or Mario Cart. Being unaware of the two women and the pair slipping up and having a cursing fit. Then Carol or Nat clearing their throat and well...the rest of the night Carol/Nat switch off disciplining their Brats! But first they have to catch them as they drunkenly run off from the two older women 😂😂 like Phoebe Buffay type of running off haha

💋 💋 💋 💋 I won’t apologise either babe! 

Hope this is okay for you. Sorry if its a little rough, I’m not having a great time with my mental health. It’s been like this in my drafts for weeks now so I thought I’ll post this now and pray I can finish it later this week *sigh*

Love you guys, hope you enjoy! 

xox💋

The One With the Phoebe Buffay Run

They could hear the screaming from the elevator. Or to be more specific, they could hear you and Wanda shouting from about two floors down and Carol swears she isn’t exaggerating. 

As one, Carol and Natasha look at each other. 

“They’re either arguing or being brutally murdered.” Natasha says as the doors to their apartment open; just as you let out a very loud: “FOR FUCK SAKE!” 

Your sudden outburst has both women smirking, momentarily forgetting their no swearing rule. 

“This is why we can’t both leave for the same business trip,” Carol sighs as they both ascend the stairs. “We leave these two alone to their own devices and look what happens.” 

“They become naughty, that’s what.” Natasha says, nudging Carol with her shoulder. “Ready to discipline our girls, my love?” 

They walk into the lounge area and Carol silently puts their bags down on the floor before rolling up the sleeves of her jacket to her elbows. 

“I never been more ready in my life, love.” 

They mutually decide to wait; to hold off a little bit longer just to see how far you’re both willing to go with breaking the rules. It seems quite far already. You’re both, to no real surprise, completely oblivious to the looming doom behind you. Not only are there empty bottles of wine and take out containers litter the floor, but it seems that you are playing an adult version of Mario Kart as well. You’re standing there in just a bra and a pair of Natasha’s shorts and fluffy socks; Wanda fairing slightly better in just one of Carol’s over sized t-shirts that goes down to her upper thigh.

You’re both completely absorbed by the game. 

“Get out of the fucking way!” Wanda shouts, turning with her Switch controller in an effort to make her car turn further left. “Mario move!” 

“Who shot the red shell at me!” You yell. “Wands was that you?”

“How? I’m 5th!” 

You let out a snicker. “Oh yeah. Loser.”

“Suck it.”

You risk a quick glance at her. 

“Tempting.” You say. “When you lose this race, you’re losing those undies too.”

“Who says I’m gonna lose, detka? I can make a come back...especially with the blue shell.”

“Fuck off. You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” 

It all happens together: just as Wanda clicks the blue shell to be sent off, she’s hit by a red shell and then everyone except Bowser - because fuck Bowser as you would often say - are shocked by lightning, losing whatever is in your pockets, before shrinking down into miniatures. 

“Fuck off!” 

“I fucking hate that stupid thing! God dammit!” You stomp your foot. “And now I’ve got the blue shell you absolute twat, Wanda; NO!” 

Your character is exploded, mere inches from the finish line and you can only watch in horror as your First Place is taken from you. As well as second, and third until you can put yourself out of your misery and cross the line, taking fourth. 

Wanda, to your complete horror, finished before you. 

“How did you do that?!” 

Wanda can only look at you smugly, polishing her nails on her t-shirt. 

“Skills, detka. Skills.” 

You all but launch your controller on the sofa with a frustrated exhale, Wanda laughing at you. She moves over to you and engulfs your mouth with hers. 

“Do I have you take your shorts off or your bra...?” 

You tap your chin, pretending to think. 

“How about you take one for the team and take your knickers off for me instead?” You ask, reaching down for your wine glass. You’re about to take a swig, finish the glass in one large gulp, when Natasha clears her throat. The sudden sound causes you drop your wine glass, a startled shriek leaving you as Wanda visibly jerks. You both turn to the source of the sound and immediately meet the intimidating eyes of Natasha and Carol. 

Your drink being forgotten as the wine soaks into the carpet; mercifully the glass itself didn’t shatter.

“Are we interrupting something, ladies?” Carol asks.

“Because it sure does look like it to me.” Natasha adds, taking a ferocious step towards you both. You stupidly stand your ground while Wanda shuffles back.

“I-I...” You lick your suddenly very dry lips. 

“I-I..” Natasha mocks harshly, standing before you with only the sofa to separate you. “Trying to to become a pirate are we?”

You stare dumbfounded at her.

“Where’s that fiery spirit gone that we just witnessed, hmm?” 

“It’s left through my ass that’s where.” You mutter, casting a not-so-subtle glance back at Wanda. Her eyes are wide and terrified as she stares at Carol facing her.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing!”

“Hmm. That’s what I thought.”

Carol says something to Wanda that you miss and you risk another glance back.

“Don’t look at her, baby.” And God the way she growls your nickname at you literally nearly turns your legs to jelly. “Look at me. Now.”

You do as you’re told, meekly looking at Natasha who seems to have gotten taller. 

“...how long were you guys standing there...?” 

“Long enough to know you both are gonna struggle to walk tomorrow.” Carol replies, shooting you a glance. 

You purse your lip before nodding slowly. 

“How badly in trouble are we?” Wanda asks, shuffling her way towards you. You’ve still not moved from your original place, standing like a deer in headlights in front of Natasha; the sofa mercifully sparing you from her wrath. For now. 

“On a scale of 1-10, bunny?” Natasha asks, briefly taking Wanda in. The other woman can only nod as she slips her hand into yours.

Carol advances on the two of you quickly and you both practically trip over one another in haste to keep the safe distance. 

“A solid 10.” Carol growls out. 

“Ah shit.” 

Both Carol and Natasha look at you with matching expressions of outrage and you can’t help but shrug at them.

“What? We’re already in trouble...may as well go down blazing, right?” 

Natasha purses her lips as she looks at you, her brain calculating. 

It happens when you risk another glance at the blonde, who is looking at you both hungrily. You look at Natasha who is now smirking. Smirking at you and Wanda with eyes dilated so much that you can barley see the green. You’re completely hypnotised by her and find yourself moving without thinking first. 

It’s Wanda who stops you, her hand gripping onto yours tightly. 

“Come here for a second baby? Daddy hasn’t seen you all week and I’d like a hug. I’ve missed you.”

You go to move again but Wanda stops you.

“Don’t. It’s a trap. I’ve been there plenty of times.”

“A trap?”

“Yeah.” Wanda says. “To get you close enough.”

Is it wrong that that turns you on?

“What? To lunge?” Like a lion hunting a zebra?

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” Natasha asks.

Oh, how you want to. But considering you’re already in trouble, why not make Natasha and Carol work for their prize?

“Why don’t you?”

The way Natasha’s left eye twitches that makes it clear to you that you know she’s accepted the challenge. The corner of her lip quirks.

“I can’t wait to have that cocky mouth put to better use.”

“You’ll have to catch us first!” Wanda says, and in a fit of giggles, the two of you dart forwards. You jump on the sofa clumsily and while Wanda skilfully - so fucking skilfully, as if she’s done this plenty of times - jumps over the back of the sofa, you not so gracefully end up flying head first over it, an incoherent outburst passing your lips as you land with a loud thud on the floor; lying in a heap as Wanda bursts out into a fit of laughter before moving to help you up.

Both Natasha and Carol have to pause to asses you’re okay and when you let out a hiccup followed by, “I’m fine!”, they’re quick to move, urging you and Wanda to run as your laughter bubbles out of you.

“Go go go!”

It’s almost like your arms and legs are not connected to your body and they flail about you in such a way you can only describe as you mimicking Phoebe Buffay from Friends. Only worse. 

Despite your current situation, you can hear Carol and Natasha laughing behind you, but when you reach the stairs; you feel the ghost of a hand tickle the back of your neck, and it makes your adrenaline spike. You and Wanda shoot up the stairs, Natasha and Carol right behind you. At the top of the stairs, how, you don’t even know - but one second you and Wanda are together and then suddenly the other two women have split you up, standing in between you and driving you further apart. 

You’re breathing heavily, staring at Natasha as she slowly stalks towards you and you find that courage you had before starting to fade. Natasha can sense it too as she cocks her head to the side and pouts mockingly at you. 

“Not so brave without Wanda are we?” 

“I mean…” You glance at Wanda who is being cornered by Carol. She sends you a wink before darting off with the blonde hot on her heels; leaving you to the mercy of Natasha. The red head snaps her fingers, quickly capturing your attention once again. 

Carol returns in record time with Wanda lifted over one of her shoulders. She makes it look effortless and you can’t help but watch her arm muscles strain as she holds Wanda up. Natasha takes a menacing step for you and she is rewarded with your full attention. 

“Nu-uh, Car. She’s mine.” Natasha growls, actually growls those words at you and you swallow thickly. 

“Enjoy babe.” Carol says, leaning down to kiss her beloved’s cheek. “I’ll be in the bedroom with this one. Good luck, Y/N.”

You feign confidence. “I don’t need it but thanks.” 

Carol snorts out a laugh. 

“Oh baby girl,” She begins to walk away, swatting Wanda’s ass as she goes. “Wanda’s got off easy; I’m the lenient one. You’re in for it, princess.” 

Before Wanda has gone from your view completely, she manages to squeak out: “Run fast!” 

But you can’t. You’re frozen where you are and Natasha smugly saunters towards you. 

“I’m feeling lenient right now, kotenok.” She says. “How’s a five second head start sound to you?”

“It-” 

“5...” 

“What?” 

“...4...” 

“Bloody hell.” 

You flee quickly, beelining for the first door you can get too just as Natasha counts to five as is right behind you. You’re in the spare bedroom with only one other exit besides the one that will deliver you to Natasha. You glance at the bathroom door where you’re 90% sure that there is another door leading to freedom. 

Only. You’re wrong, that 10% chance comes to bite you on the ass when you slam the bathroom door shut and find yourself stuck in there.

“Fuck, shit, fuck!”

There’s a loud thud on the door, rattling it in its frame and you can’t help the small yelp of fear.

“Come out, come out where ever you are…”

You mercifully locked the door when you ran in but you know it won’t hold her for long. You all but dive into the bathtub and whip the shower curtain to cover you; wincing when you realised that you’re -

“…hiding in the fucking tub.”

The door squeaks open and you cover your mouth to try and quieten your, despite your hunch that Natasha knows exactly where you are.

“There aren’t many hiding places in here, malishka.”

The shower curtain is torn away to reveal you in your pitiful hiding place and before you can react, Natasha has a grip in your hair and yanks you towards her. You teeter uncomfortably, feet struggling to find their place in the slippery tub as you rely entirely on the red head to keep you up right.

“There she is.”

“Oh hey Nat.”

She grins and shakes her head.

“You’re in so much trouble.”

Just like the sofa, you not so gracefully depart the bathtub, tripping over yourself as you land on your knees on the tiled flooring. Her hand moves from your hair to wrap around your neck where she looks down at you.

“There, baby. A much better position don’t you think? You belong on your knees for me, don’t you?”

You’re struggling to think of a reply and clearly it takes too long for Natasha’s liking as she slaps your cheek just shy of being too hard. It stings, rightfully so and you can feel the exact location where her fingers connected with your skin.

Is it bad that you feel yourself growing wetter from it?

“Stop being an ungrateful bitch and answer me.”

“Yes, Daddy. This is where I belong. On my knees for you.”

She smiles.

“I’ve been thinking about your punishment, baby.” She says. “About whether to make it hurt or just deny what that stupid, dumb brain wants.”

You whine, struggling against the hand on your neck.

“I think I know what I want to do.”

Part Two Coming Soon 

Xox💋

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[urmumissospooky]

the death cure film is just like

FIRST SCENE BOOM ACTION THEYRE ON A TRAIN AND THEYRE FIGHTING AND THERES A BIG PLANE THING CHASING A CAR and then the rest of the movie is just omg wow this is honestly so good wow i wonder what’s going to- GALLY??!!! QHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD and then they’re kidnapping Teresa and planning the whole thing and then you see MINHO OH MY GOD POOR THING I LOVE YOU SO ITLL BE OKAY and then you’re halfway through the movie and then it’s just BOOM ACTIONS STARTING AGAIN AND ITS NOT STOPPING ACTUALLY ITS JUST A WHOLE HOUR OF INTENSE MUSIC AND INTENSE SCENES AND OH MY GOD THEY FUCKING FOUND MINHO I AM SO HAPPY THIS IS THE HAPPIEST IVE EVER BEEN AND OKAY THEYRE BEING CHASED AGAIN JESUS CHRIST THESE KIDS NEVER GET A FUCKING A BREAK AND NOW THEYRE JUMPING OUT OF A WINDOW OF COURSE JESUS- IS THAT FUCKING FLYING BUS WHAT THE SHIT OH MY GOD???? HONESTLY WHAT IS HAPPENING IM STILL TRYING TO GET OVER MY JOY OF THE IVY TRIO REUNITING AND NOOOOOO NEWT PLEASE NOT NEWT THEY JUST GOT BACK NO GOD NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEAE GOD GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK NEWT JUST FUCKING DIED AND NOW- NOW TERESA AS WELL WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WHY CANT YOU JUST GIVE ME A FUCKING SECOND TO CRY HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS AND oh my god theyre finally at the safe haven i’m going to cry why did so many people have to fucking cry and oHH MY GOD THE FUCKING LETTER PLEASE I CANNOT DO THIS RIGHT NOW OH MY AGGGGERHWIGBNNXHHUHDHE WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO SAD WHAT NO THIS CANT BE THE END ALREADY PLEASE BRING THEM BACK PLEASE I BEG YOU FOR FUCKS SAKE I SWEAR TO MY MOTHER I CANT HANDLE THIS MUCH PLEASE JUST FUCKING HELL LET THEM BE OKAY AND- [end movie]

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

i never thought i would have a more unhinged concert experience than this past fall but i think this one actually beat it in that respect

overall: MUCH better than yesterday. vibes just felt massively improved and i felt it in my playing

somewhere in the middle of a piece i straight up got my right elbow HIT by the scroll of the associate concertmaster’s violin. i have no idea how it happened nor do i know why his scroll was there but it hurt and he did not offer so much as an apology afterward. sigh oh well

we should have a system of filing onstage instead of just randomly swanning in whenever we feel like it lmao. i think that contributes to concerts starting late. however ate honorsprofessor and the graduate student insist on following me onstage like baby ducklings so that’s funny to me

boy this program really was just grueling, i operated at maybe 80% for the mendelssohn italian second movement so i could devote more energy to the dvořák 7 third movement but still wound up absolutely SPENT for the haydn 104 finale. i swear i only managed to push through by grace alone. this was probably the most intense program i have played yet

i think the only piece where we had any lengthy rest was the brahms serenade 1 movement 1 with the two 20-ish bar rests. so that was like. two hours of almost straight playing

after the dvořák tita conductor gave us a huge grin which i would have appreciated more if i hadn’t been desperately been trying to rally the troops (my strength) to power through the haydn

i got a handshake from tita conductor at the end of the concert 😭 she did not do this last night or warn the non-concertmaster string principals during the warmup that she was going to go for it so i was taken completely by surprise when she held her hand out to me after shaking the concertmaster’s hand so i probably looked like 😳 when i took it LMAOOOO

okay here’s where things get really unhinged.

i knew i wanted a picture with tita conductor at some point in the school year and reckoned that this would be a good time to ask since this is (i think) our last concert that’s just us and not with other ensembles for the year.

i kind of chickened out but ate honorsprofessor egged me on (no shoving me towards tita conductor this time though)

my parents, some of my coworkers, and one of my friends attended and i waved my dad over before approaching tita conductor on the stage and asked her for a picture

tita conductor brightened and said “yes—my best principal second that i’ve ever had!”

oh god. she is not emotionally prepared for me graduating.

anyways we had the picture (i also asked ate honorsprofessor to be in it too because. its literally the cover of the graphic memoir), and then she said to me “there’s a part in the brahms where you have to count so many rests and then come in with pizzicato. i never get to cue you there but you always come in anyway. by the time i figured out i needed to cue, you had already figured it out yourself and you have never missed that entrance.”

i was like “oh, well, i love the brahms” trying to explain that i have listened to it so much that half the time i wasn’t even counting i was just going with how it sounded in my head and then she said fervently “i do too” like girl i know. you picked the piece. you keep singing it. you made the program 😭😭

there’s also the fact that whoever wrote the part put a brief viola cue in there which makes it easier for me. but i didn’t say that

it should not surprise me that tita conductor likes me this much but it does surprise me that i rank that highly even though she’s only known me for a little over a year. fun times

sad that we may not have rehearsal this thursday but really—after that exercise in endurance i do need some good quality rest

[lil0-0blume]

I want to learn how to make edits because I have a list of Lana del Rey songs for every couple that I ship on the mxtx universe (and also for characters alone) but I don’t even know how to start… 🫠🫠

(I already edited before but only some silly things 😭😭)

List of the couples here if anyone is interested:

- HuaLian: Young and Beautiful (Classic, romantic, them)

-Wangxian: Summetime sadness (pls don’t kill me)

-Bingqiu: ArtDeco (like… the vibe?? Just-)

-Moshang: Playing Dangerous (For me, Sqh flirting is something like this -when he’s not afraid ofc)

-Beefleaf: Freak (trust meeee)

-YinZhen: Sad Girl (I’m not afraid to speak the word!!)

-XueXiao: Dark Paradise (Literally died for then, my Roman Empire)

-YueJiu: Cinnamon Girl (the definition of deserved better)

-FengQing: Diet Mountain Dew (THEM. JUST THEM.)

-Bingjiu: Ultraviolence (Got the hots for them but they also deserved better, to god -mxtx- they weren’t her favorite at all lol)

-JunMei: Fishtail (“this is an work of art” seriously, the “You’ll braid my hair” is literally how I envision them in the future, healing, together)

-Niecest: Lust for life (Like you heard that??? The “but my boyfriend’s back… and he’s cooler than ever…” - You cannot convince me otherwise it isn’t them!!!!)

List for the characters:

Binghe: Jealous girl (he was the easiest one for me and I don’t have to explain myself… BE AGGRESSIVE BE- )

Hua Cheng: Cherry (It just reminds me of him!! He really does fall to pieces many times on the story, literally, psychologically and emotionally, in good and bad ways…)

Lan Wangji: Serial killer/Happiness is a butterfly (Suprised for the first one?? Well, for me it’s about the intensity in his love, the type of doing anything and everything for the one he loves… I swear he’s just so dramatic and its just captures his teen phase of ‘first love and I don’t know what to do about it so I’ll just fantasy’ About the second… His time with his love in the first live was short and not completely well lived with so much problems and yet, and yet… he found happiness, also the “if he’s a serial killer than what’s the worst” just fits with the fact that he did in fact tried to save Wwx even against all the things others talked about him, regardless of the truth, he does what he needs to for who he needs… “Looking into his eyes I think he’s already hurt” IM SO SORRY I CANT LIE)

Shen Jiu: Born to die (like I’m not even trying to hurt anyone here but I know it hurts…)

Shen Qingqiu: Doin Time (Why?? Like, “the living is ease” vibe and the sudden “I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil” just reminds me to much of the fact that he’s the “villain”!! And I just imagined the “Louie” in the song as Sqh so much anyway)

Xie Lian: Brooklyn Baby (I don’t think I have to explain this one also right… the fans go “Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool… but he’s not as cool as me…” and also, “Baby I’m a gangsta too and takes two the tango” gets me thinking of two different sceneries, a dance with Hua Cheng as his flower and a dance with words representing his martial god nature)

Wei Wuxian: Salvatore (Salvatore is just him, really, the vibe of, like, even if you’re being murdered, you’re smiling and you’re smiling cause you know that, some way, you’ve just fucking won, of being on a serious situation and taking it lightly because is just his way to do things but at same time not as a mockery or a joke to all the suffering, the pain, but rather, an acceptance with a smile… oh gosh what a ride)

Mobei Jun: Black Beauty (like referring to a cold, untouchable beauty like himself, because honestly, life is beautiful but it took a while for him to see the colors but he managed to find his light, or, his “sparrow blue”…)

Shan Qinghua: Meet me at the pale moonlight (I swear, even if doesn’t make sense, for me, his “pale moonlight” is Mobei Jun… but seriously?? The “I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean?” part FR FR WTH that’s his life you’re singing about Lana)

Xue Yang: Blue Jeans (“Love’s mean… and love hurts” to “I’ll love till the end of times… I’ll wait a million years” is honestly just what he did and also that slightly possessive part “promise you’ll remember that you’re mine” inspired by his insecurities and regrets, only because he was afraid to lose him… couldn’t get any sadder)

Xiao Xingchen: Margaret (In another word yes, yes it could get sadder… He’s just so good… “It kind makes me laugh”, Ah I just keep reminding that scene where he’s with XY, laughing because he’s the easy laugh type of person… And also the “the soul that you bring to the table” I just like to interpret that in a way that he made a family out a villain and homeless distrusting girl and that the “soul” spoken off on the song it’s theirs, how they find “soul” in there, in themselves, in each other…)

Anyway

…Any tips on video edition…? 👀👀