#oh another fun fact the dress is based off of one i own

[ca1lium]

S-TIER FOR SCAR TIER

[badasmuse]

“Shipoopi”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: language, lowercase intended, pretty cute tbh

Summary: after countless failed dates, bada finds herself with a good one. she’s never been so shocked-

Based off the song “Shipoopi” from The Music Man

“bada where are you going all dressed up?” lusher says after i ran down the stairs.

“on a date. i gotta go or else i’ll be late.” i said slipping on my shoes and grabbing my keys. “don’t wait up love you lush!” i ran to my car and pull off without a thought.

my palms are sweaty and i have no clue why. this isn’t my first time. in fact, i’ve been on approximately seven dates in the past two months. they never last. most of them just want a quick fuck which is something i’m preparing myself for.

i pull up to the restaurant and get out paying for valet because i am in fact too lazy to park my own car. anyways, i turn my head at the sound of my name.

“bada right? i’m y/n.” she smiles at me. shes fucking gorgeous.

“h-hi.” i stutter then facepalm because no way i just stuttered in front of the beautiful woman.

she giggles and hooks her arm in mine. “let’s go.” she guides me into the restaurant and to the table after giving my name to the hostess.

we talked a lot to each other and i swear i’m in love. she hasn’t touched her phone once, she’s been staring me in the eyes the whole time i spoke. man i hope this doesn’t take a turn for the worst.

after it was over, i walked her to her car. “so what next? am i going back to your place or would you like to come to mine?”

y/n laughs, “bada, sweetheart, i don’t know what kind of girls you’ve fucked with before but i don’t put out on the first date. but let’s go on another date soon. i enjoyed this.”

i blinked a few times. surprise and relief filling me. “y-yeah of course.. i’ll text you.” here i go stuttering again.

she waves bye and pulls off. i like her.

the second date was just as good, if not better, than the first one. i’ve never been on more than one date with the same person. we went to an arcade and got ice cream. it was the sweetest date i’ve ever been on. no pun intended.

afterwards we go to her car and she smiles at me, “hope you don’t mind me asking for a third date.” she says, giggling. “i’m having a lot of fun with you.”

i nod, “i am too. i’d love a third date. i’ll call you. bye y/n.”

she waves and pulls off.

three, four, seven dates pass and we still haven’t done a thing besides hold hands and hug. i’m not complaining, it’s very refreshing.

“and like she hasn’t even kissed me yet. i haven’t kissed her either, not even on the cheek. it’s not like she’s hard to get but she is and i’m not complaining but i’ve never done this and i’m so glad i found her. it feels good.” i rant laying my head on lusher’s lap.

“oh shit, she’s your shipoopi!” she says.

i sit up fast, “bitch my what??”

“shipoopi! the girl that’s hard to get but you get her, and you basically have her. you’re glad you found her. she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out. she’ll probably say yes!”

i sigh and look at my watch, “oh shit i’m meeting her in fifteen minutes. gotta go bye lush!” i grab my keys, slide on my shoes, and drive to the cafe down the road.

she’s your shipoopi! you should ask her out.

lusher’s words replay in my head. maybe i’ll ask her out…

she walks in, looking gorgeous as ever. “my bada!” she says sitting across from me.

my heart flutters when she calls me her bada. “hi y/n.”

“what’s wrong? your vibe is off.” she cocks her head to the side.

i open my mouth then close it. should i ask?

“bada, talk to-“

“will you be my girlfriend?” i blurt out, cutting her off, then covering my mouth.

“i am so sorry. oh my gosh i did not mean to cut you off. it’s the nerves. my hands are so sweaty right now. oh you did not need to know that.” i sigh and look down at my shoes.

i hear her giggle which causes me to look up. “yes bada i’ll be your girlfriend.” she says.

“really?”

“yes really.” she stands up and leans over kissing me on my lips. “i hope that was okay.” she says after she pulls back.

my mind blanks. i just stare at her. my heart is beating fast and i’m frozen.

“uh oh i broke her.” y/n giggles yet again before she lays her hands in my face gently. “get out your mind sweetheart.”

“s-sorry.” i stutter. man can i not? “um… wanna go see a movie?”

she nods, “yes, but, let’s watch at your place.”

“really?”

“we’ve been on enough dates. i trust you now. come on.” she walks with me to my car. “my brother dropped me off, you don’t mind me being your passenger princess do you?”

“absolutely not. i didn’t think you’d say yes to me..” i say honestly after opening the door for her and sliding in the drivers seat.

“i may seem hard to get but honestly bada you had me after the second date. you could’ve asked then and i would’ve said yes.”

“really? i guess i should’ve then huh?” i pause and think, “my best friend, and roommate, said you’re my… shipoopi. i’m not sure what that really means. i mean she explained it but i’m lost.”

she laughs and covers her mouth. “you mind if i see your phone?”

i hand it to her unlocked and she scrolls for a minute before typing and a song starts to play.

i listen to the lyrics carefully and laugh, “OH this is what she meant.”

“she’s 100% correct.” she giggles holding my hand that’s on the middle console.

i guess she’s my shipoopi… i hate that word bro what the fuck.

[medical-anon-whau]

Heya!

@bleedingichorhearts @kit-williams @egrets-not-regrets @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

I've got another life update for everyone. Per suggestions, I was able to ask the Ultramarine how I should dress when meeting with the person in charge, and dressed accordingly, which was semi-formal. I had to run out real quick to get an appropriate pair of dress shoes before the meeting, but I managed alright.

I was rather surprised that Stalker did, in fact, show up to the meeting, but it'd definitely possible that they contacted him via Mysterious Astartes Methods. He accused me of a number of things, and here are the list of "charges"

1) aiding and abetting a "Fallen" Dark Angel

2) refusing to allow an Interrogator Chaplain to complete his sanctioned duties

3) defacing astartes armor (Jerk is still covered in glitter. I have the paint and glitter bombs on my person right now in case be pulls some more nonsense)

4) Colluding willingly with an Alpha Legionnaire to torment a Loyal Astartes

5) Distracting A Dark Angel during the course of his duties.

Now, I'm no law expert, but I figured he might pull some letitigous bullshit and have been doing some research on my own. I wasn't entirely sure what the Ultramarine Base Commander was going to say in response, but I pointed out that;

1) In the country that I am living in and so are they, the lawful government does not, to my knowledge, recognize the authority of Astartes Chaplains when it comes to crimes accused or actual committed by an astartes BEFORE THEY CAME TO EARTH

2) they did not involve local law enforcement before attempting to take the Fallen in question who has been the primary caretaker for a chronically ill and weakened human in good faith for the better part of a decade. I also got statements from both the human and their neighbors about the character of the Fallen and his daily activities, as well as from my patient's family

3) he has been harassing and willfully intimidating me with the intent to scare - which are both actual crimes - for over two months now. I have been keeping as accurate an account of each instance and brought a copy of that journal with me to the meeting (I have several copies of all the information I brought with me, in case Jerk tries anything. I also left this Intel with both Fallen and the Alpharii) for the base commander or whoever to read through at their convenience.

4) talking with other people who he's also deliberately antagonizing to try and get him to stop is not a crime, and the Alpha Legionnaire (I did not reveal that I know for a fact there are at least three of them in that house - more about the third Alpharius later) is concerned for the long term effects the stress of Jerk tormenting me will have on the care I'm able to provide to his sickly patient, and had suggestions on how to get Jerk to back off when I asked for them.

5) I JUST WANT HIM TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE AND STOP HARASSING FAMILY OF MY PATIENTS! JUST FUCK OFF!

Noooot that I deliberately cursed Jerk in front of the base commander. I almost cussed him out several times though. The giant fucker is tapdancing on my last nerve.

The base commander was quiet and seemed thoughtful at the gathered evidence I had provided for him. He began talking in a language I don't understand, and Jerk periodically answered back. He started getting agitated the longer the Mystery Talk went on.

A half hour of conversation I did not understand later and the base commander said that he was going to be restricting Ghaliel (Jerk's Actual Name, apparently) to base for the next month, and to report him if he breaks his restriction.

That was two days ago. So far, Jerk hasn't been trying to scare me... I was also able to speak with one of the Librarians after the meeting with the base commander.

Apparently, I have a weak bond with an astartes. I really hope it's with one of the Alpharii. They're fun, playful and caring.

Oh right! The third Alpharius!

I happened to stumble across all three of them whispering to each other, the day before I was gonna meet with the base commander, during my shift with their human family member. I'm pretty sure they did that on purpose, as alpharius number 3 handed me the last of the character testimonies I was hoping to get for Fallen in exchange for two glitter-paint bombs.

I don't want to k ow what he plans on doing with them, his cackling was terrifying.

[dozing-marshmallow]

FIRST DATE WITH CHRIS MCLEAN HEADCANONS

Let’s see how far along he meets first date etiquette. 

For starters, he absolutely refused to tell you where he was going to take you so you were stuck a week before on what to wear, trying to base it on what Chris would choose. 

On one hand, he had standards high and strict from his wealth and reputation.

On the other hand, he also has his general personality where he was carefree like a child.

Can you imagine if you turned up in heels and dangling earrings just for him to take you to an amusement park?

Brrrr. But you’d rather that than show up in dungarees for a posh dinner.

Thankfully, when he does arrive outside your place to meet you, he’s well dressed and even brings you flowers (though, the bouquet was of his favourite kind.) informing you that you made the right decision of going ravishing.

He takes your hand to the limo (Heaven forbid he drives, he’s hired someone instead).

Ravishing it was, for the destination was in fact, a fancy restaurant.

If it wasn’t for Chris, you wouldn’t even have the riches to dream about stepping into this place!

Speaking of the man, he didn’t even need to make a reservation; seeing him, the waiter immediately rushed to ready a table.

“This place is mainly for awesome famous people. Like me! And I guess, you too.”

Sitting down at the table(with a pretty remarkable night view), you had a lot of fun scanning through the high class menu.

He spent most of the evening talking about himself and his accomplishments, but you expected that.

Not to the degree he was going on.

It was a bit obstructive since he would jump from one thing to another in the same prideful manner while your engagement ceased every time.

“My agent was really proud of me for taking the hosting job of Total Drama and for making everyone laugh! Don’t you agree?”

“Absolutely! You were made for Total Drama, no wonder why your agent is proud!”

“Haha yeah! And especially with my experience hosting that ice skating show, you have no idea how many producers wanted me for their upcoming shows!”

“Oh? That’s really great!”

“Any other reality show host would be too tired to consider taking on other shows, but not me! I humbly believe (and know) that with my face on any tv show, more success is guaranteed than whatever amount of success it already has. What can I say? I’m just that good at what I do!”

“I see...”

Your mood lifted up when the food arrives, but only a short amount of time. Chris wears a napkin around his neck, and after some lighthearted ridiculing, you do too.

“(Y/NNN).” He whines,“You don’t use your fish knife for the main meal! You use your dinner knife!” He sharply holds up his dinner knife,“Jeez! You’re not that poor, are you?”

Suddenly, the food doesn’t taste so nice anymore.

You awkwardly sip on your glass of wine, watching all kinds of girls run up to Chris (even the waiters) for pictures, giggles, autographs.

To make matters worse, Chris was actively encouraging it, with his own winking and smiling. He did that more than the number of times he’s asked you a question about...you.

Okay I get that he’s a well known celebrity, but...is he serious?

At least he took care of the full check?

Sigh. That’s what you had to tell yourself to make up for his insensitive disinterest in your life.

So much for a romantic dinner. You didn’t think you’d feel exhausted, nor did you think you would feel more opposite than your expectations to never want the night to end.

As you leave the restaurant, he smiles as your head is down.

What were you thinking? Of course he wasn’t going to be like how you’d imagine in your fantasies. Why did you think he would be more thoughtful off television?

“Uh, (Y/N)?” He calls a small while after the limo journey home.

You feign a smile,“Yes, Chris?” Did he remember another great thing he did?

“I’m...getting the feeling you didn’t enjoy tonight.”

Huh? You didn’t see that coming,“What makes you think that? Of course I did. I got to go on a date with the Chris McLean. Only millions could dream of this once in a lifetime opportunity, right?”

“But you’re not taking it that way...”

Aw, was his ego hurt? “It doesn’t matter how I feel, I enjoyed the restaurant and having you with me tonight, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow,“It doesn’t matter how you feel...? What makes you say that? Of course it does. It’s our date, right?”

You scoff,“More like your date.”

“What?”

Your heart races,“It’s fine, Chris. I know you have thousands of other girls on a list to go on a date with, that’s especially gotten longer after tonight and I’m just some temporary placement.”

“Dude... Do you really think I would want to give a chance to go out with those random girls I happened to see today when I have you? And what do you mean temporary? Do...you not want to be together anymore?”

You sigh,“Chris, look. I like you, really I do. But tonight, wasn’t the greatest. I can write a whole book about you after today, and meanwhile you can’t even name five things I achieved in my life.”

“You don’t need to, (Y/N), I already made all the volumes of my autobiographies, but I appreciate the thought.”

You twisted your head away from him in disbelief. Is he seriously still thinking about himself now? As if this date couldn’t be more deprecating.

“Haha, but really, I’m the one that should be sorry. You barely got a chance to tell me more about yourself, and I was a jerk for belittling you.” He put a luscious hand onto your jaw to turn your sight back slowly, causing you to look into his...genuine eyes,“Will you let me take you on another? Pretty please? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Well, will you?

[petrichor-idyllic]

Hii Petri, I want to request for headcanons please, it's maze runner boys x fem!reader and she was one of the first to go up in the box, she's been in the glade for enough time to pass for the transition of 'cute little girl who's happend to be there with a lot of boys' to 'really hot girl in the middle of tons os guys', and I want to see the moment that clicked for each one of them that "oh, she's a girl". I think it would be fun cause they're a bunch of virgin dudes stuck in a place with only one girl that they know since "forever" and then suddenly she's not that little kid anymore and it clicks that they'd could be the one to date her.

I am completely doing my requests out of order, but I really like this idea and headcanons are so much easier lol.

Also no Newt here, the boy likes men.

DEVELOPMENT

MASTERLIST | MULTI-CHARACTER MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward teenage boys, you're the boss, everyone is useless, mild suggestive themes, the Thomas one is really bad 'cause I had no way of actually writing that based on this prompt.

You were the first person in the Glade, a young girl with no memories or idea what you were doing. Yet, somehow, you managed to survive for a whole month on your own. Then, one after another, the boys started joining you. And you went from soft girl to a leader they could rely on - though, it takes them a bit to notice this.

THOMAS

Being one of the later arrivals to the Glade, Thomas doesn't have the same reaction the others do.

You're just a badass from day one to him.

He thinks you're cool and calculated and you seem to know what you're doing.

He respects you from day one.

He doesn't get to have the whole realising you're cool moment that everyone else does.

He just thinks you're sick.

And he's like, stressed as shit, so he doesn't really have the time to think otherwise.

MINHO

Now, this is where it gets interesting.

Minho was one of the first boys to follow you into the Maze, just after Alby and Newt.

So he's witnessed your whole transformation.

From the early days of exploring the Maze together, to you making him Keeper, to the drunken nights where he'd had a rough day and you had to drag him to bed.

You've been together through thick and thin.

And some of Minho's confidence has definitely rubbed off on you.

The moment where Minho realised you were in face a girl, and not the one he first met was actually quite simple.

You'd had a long night, and with one of your Runners out of commission, you realised you hadn't told Minho to cover another route that day as you'd made arrangements for a new Runner to do a more simpler route- which meant switching up everyone's routines.

Fresh out of bed, wearing a sports bra and baggy trousers that hung off your hips, you went to the Map Room.

It wasn't uncommon for you to dress like this. The Glade is warm, and you basically mothered all these boys.

You whistled as you entered, gaining their attention.

"Oi, boys, listen up - I'm switching routes around today. With Sam off on sick and Darren being new, he's taking the easiest route. Minho, I need you to deal with covering the outer sections more. And Ben I need you to stick to your path for a change instead of going awol - your maps make no sense."

"Aw, what? But that's boring."

"I ain't shuckin' askin', Ben - do as you're told."

Oh.

Oh God.

Minho doesn't know why this is what made it click.

His eyes fell on your body, your words becoming static as he drunk in your figure.

Had you always been this attractive?

Had you always been this assertive?

Was Minho into dominant women?

Should he be concerned?

After this point onwards, Minho started looking at you differently.

In fact, you became the only thing he couldn't take his eyes off.

Minho would go from your confident and reliant friend to slightly awkward, but also occasionally flirty.

Like he can't actually decide what to do with you now.

It'd take a while, but after some near death experiences, he'd become more outwardly flirtatious.

Though, he still wouldn't be able to get over the admiration and awe for you.

GALLY

Gally would be your number one problem child in the Glade.

He always has been.

But, you normally left Alby or Newt to deal with him.

Especially at the start since he's a big dude with a big temper.

Gally always saw you unfit as a leader.

Too timid, quiet, anxious.

You name it, he thought it.

That was until the day him and Minho got in a particularly nasty fight.

You don't know why or what it was, but Gally had gone for the Runner. Alby was busy sorting out the Maps, and in light of Newt's recent injury - it was left up to you.

Jeff came running into your hut, panicking about the fight, leading you to running out after him.

"That's enough!"

You grabbed the boys, yanking Gally away by his collar.

"The shuck do you slintheads think you're doing?"

"He started it!"

"I did not!"

You'd had a hard day.

You didn't need this.

"I don't give two klunks who started it! We ain't got much choice to act like adults 'round here - and you two are actin' like diaper-klunkin' sissy babies! Get a shuckin' grip! I expect better."

Minho apologised quickly.

Gally did not.

"What? Why should I apologise when this shank can't shut his mouth?"

Well, you weren't having that.

"Because I shucking told you to. You're under my care and my order- what I say goes. You may be a Keeper, but that's up to me. Suck it up and do as you're told."

"...sorry.

"Better. Get back to work."

The way that Gally watched you walk away made it obvious to everyone who witnessed the scene that something had changed.

He'd always seen you as weak and a pointless leader, but now?

You'd put him in his place.

Initially, he was embarrassed.

But then he started seeing everything around the Glade, the power you actually held.

He also started to notice how attractive you actually had become.

Safe to say, he started to feel things after you basically called him a bitch.

He'd start showing you more respect after that.

Maybe a bit more than respect.

FRYPAN

Frypan has always liked you.

He's always respected you and been a good friend.

And he used to make sure that you were okay when things got too much.

But as you got older and more confident, you started to not need that comfort as much.

Unlike the others, there wouldn't be a specific moment where he realised.

He'd just be proud as he watched you grow as a person.

And you'd take charge.

It'd be a slow burn of feelings from friendship to genuinely having a crush on you.

You'd make sure his kitchen is always stocked and the Track-hoes do their job and the vegetables are up to scratch.

Though, his feelings came more with the physical transformation side of things.

You hit puberty, and went from being awkward to confident along with it.

Now, Frypan is probably one of the more respectful guys around.

But he can't help but stare when you bend over, or stretch or even just look at him with a smirk.

He's a teenage boy and you're the only girl around.

He's trying his best.

Though he did go from:

"Hey, everything okay? You look stressed."

To:

"H-hey uh, you uh, you need help, or...?"

Man's is down bad.

ALBY

Alby would probably be the person you're closest to.

He's the mouth and the power to your brain

You basically work side by side.

But, he'd always see you as someone he needed to look after and protect.

Then, as you grew up, came into yourself, that would change.

Especially when you started actually being in charge.

For the most part, he really doesn't care.

He noticed the others starting to act differently, but he didn't change much.

Apart from that one time you'd just come out of the shower.

And he just couldn't take his eyes off you.

And he kinda realised you're a woman.

But apart from that.

He's just... there.

Helping you lead.

Sorry for disappearing, this is not my best work but I am currently in full corpse mode.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed :))

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Three's company // Holland March, Jackson Healy.

Word count: 1.5k

Content/Warnings: NSFW, Holland cums a lot. Gets romantic real fast. Takes place after an upcoming fic. Slight crack in the beginning, emotional at the end.

Big thanks to @hoppingonjim for writing Jackson Healy fics. He just does something to my mind and I need him, I fear. I love their fics, go check them out. I reread their stuff to help me with writing my own version of Healy.

It's barely been thirty minutes and Holland's already cum twice, flecks of white splattered onto his chest. (And, by God, listen when I fucking tell you that it's an absurd amount of cum, Jesus CHRIST.) His suit- the blue and orange one you like so much- is nothing short of a disheveled mess, and his hair is in a similar state of disarray. At this point, it seems like Holland is having the most fun between you and his partner, despite the fact he's barely even been touched. Despite that fact, he's literally panting.

Going back to his made mess of cumming, he'd actually managed to get both you and Healy, who's a good enough distance away that you could almost consider Holland's unorthodox ability impressive. No matter how surprising that little idea seems to be, Jackson sure isn't impressed.

"We've barely even taken off your damn clothes," he tells Holland. He isn't given a response that's coherent, just a loud 'Fuck!' from March when his hips jolt upwards at the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock. And, even with that, your grip is relatively light and Holland is doing all the work, fucking into your hand again like countless nights before this. The cigarette hanging from his mouth is on the verge of leaving him, just barely managing to stay between his lips.

Jackson mutters something under his breath along the lines of "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," before he's tugging off Holland's suit jacket for him and starting to peel clothes off the older man. Even though he seems annoyed at best and irritated at worst, the erection straining against his jeans tells you that he's anything but.

..Maybe a little annoyed, definitely frustrated- You know that for sure.

You're in a similar state of arousal, heat having simmered in your lower half. But you and Healy had simultaneously and wordlessly agreed that it'd be best if you dealt with Holland before helping one another out. The only problem now is that Holland is still hard, still going, and is making such a racket that you're sure someone'll be at your door to complain in the early hours.

In an attempt to start pulling off the rest of Holland's clothes, the P.I. starts to grind his cock against your still clothed hips, letting out a low moan. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut and making the skin around his nose scrunch up when he accidentally hits the back of his head too hard.

It takes you a minute, but you finally slide his boxers and dress pants off of him, haphazardly tossing the articles of clothing to the floor. His hips shift a little, legs moving to trap you between his thighs and keep you there. You squeeze the base of his cock in a positive response, and another curse leaves Holland. His whole body jumps in its attempt to seek more pleasure out of your grasp.

There's already pre-cum starting to collect on the head of his dick, pooling down your knuckles and onto your thighs that rest beneath him. More leaks out and spreads over your fingers, and your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip.

But you've already paid enough attention to Holland, you think. Your grip loosens around him, but you keep it there. Still, your attention switches to Healy (who's much more patient than you'd given him credit for, in all honesty). His focus is on you, too. Interest in those blues of his that you find to be lighter than Holland's. It's a subtle detail, but one to still be noticed and kept in mind for whatever reason. It's not important, it shouldn't be, but it is, to you, and you don't know why.

With your free hand, you wipe away a little of Holland's ejaculate from his face and bring your lips to his. Something new pokes through his usual exterior, surprise at your movements. He doesn't make any move to pull away or resist or even hesitate, his tongue against yours. You doubt he's been touched in a while. You think he'd admitted it himself to you, once, but you can't exactly recall.

Not like this, with Holland fucking your hand and his enforcer of a partner kissing you. In your home, because Holland didn't have the patience to drive to his place. Because Holland had wanted this now, with you and Jackson and no one else.

And, now that you think about it, Holland hasn't been touched in a while either. He's pent up, has been for a while, ever since his wife passed.

But, even knowing that he could have picked someone else, he didn't. He knows you, he chose you. And, even if he's not yet ready to say 'I love you', yet, you know he does. Some part of him cares, bothers enough to still talk to you. And it makes you feel wanted, even if this is a somewhat unconventional pairing, you and Holland and Jackson.

Even Jackson seems to care, as you two finally part for air. He's paid to protect, but that's not what this is anymore. It's unconditional at this point.

There's a faint string of saliva still connecting you and him when your attention turns back to Holland. And you were so lost in thought and the feeling, that he'd cum again unnoticed, large cock finally going soft in your hand while he gasps for air. "Jesus," You hear him mutter, to himself, see his eyes flutter shut. You let him go, leave him to curl on his side and sleepily mumble to himself about indecipherable nonsense.

You and Jackson are on one another pretty quickly, still a little slower and shy with one another as you get a feel for what the two of you even want to do. The two of you are still covered in Holland's release, but it's not a problem. The most it gets in the way is in the form of a taste between the two of your tongues, adding a tang of salt.

Your clothes are off before his, warm hands embracing your hips to pull you further against him while you work on undressing him. Your hand slips into the front of his jeans, pumping slow strokes up the length of his cock. He groans into your lips, hands squeezing your hips a little at the feeling.

And, just as the attention had just been stuck on Holland, now it's on you.

Another set of hands join your hips from behind; Holland is up again, already. Jesus Christ. And he's already hard, grinding his erection against your ass while he whispers praise into your bare shoulder. Kisses trail the back of your neck, and you feel his hair tickle the side of your face. His breath is hot on your shoulder, naked body flush against yours. His scent is cigarettes and peppery cologne that he can't even smell.

"You're so good for us," He quietly tells you, nose buried in your shoulder while he rocks his hips against yours. The movement pushes you slightly against Healy, as well, pleasure shared between everyone involved. Thick fingers stroke at your hips soothingly, passion exchanged for a quiet, calm moment. It's less like the heavy, heated tension of arousal and more similar to the sweet focus of romance, only heightened by Holland's sweet kisses that are peppered across your skin.

Healy takes a second to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving you in his partner's embrace and care. But his presence is drawn close again, bringing back warmth to your front.

Holland shifts you and himself so that your legs will wrap around Jackson's waist, and his head moves to your other shoulder, chin resting in the crook of your neck. He kneads loving circles into your right thigh, keeping your legs open for his partner. Two of Healy's fingers slide into your cunt, thumb pressing against your clit. His eyes switch between your face to his fingers, watching how they move in and out of your wet centre.

As Healy fucks you on his fingers, Holland's free hand traces little shapes and patterns into your skin, his eyes fluttering shut. He's still tired, no doubt, but it doesn't matter more to him than this does.

Every side of you is warm, seen and touched and handled with care.

And when the tip of Healy's cock finally pushes past your folds, Holland's praise is just as unwavering. His kisses are slow and deliberate, matching in perfect timing with each drag of Jackson's hips against yours. Holland's arms wrap around your torso, practically radiating warmth into your skin that settles along your body.

"I love you," Holland finally admits, long after you and Healy have cummed together. Once the three of you had finally curled into bed together and Holland and Jackson held you. Long after the lights had turned off. And it's a confession that matters, to you. One telling the truth. He's fully sober as he says it. And even if Healy is asleep and no one but you can hear it, it's a step in the right direction.

[dei-lab-assistant]

Meeting Up with Mokuba

Summary: You try to meet up with Mokuba Kaiba while both of you are visiting Osaka, Japan. Unfortunately, the plans for your outing may need to be abandoned due to unforeseen circumstances. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character based off of myself or someone I know. This means she may not be as generic as is customary for this type of story. Each reader also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader V, who is dating Joey Wheeler and acting as his manager. She is a bit anxious and has two sisters—one older, one younger. In addition, she actively dislikes Seto Kaiba, and even runs a Twitter account dedicated to playfully making fun of him. Y/n refers to you, the reader. S/n refers to the name of your older sister.

Word count: 3,140 You entered the front door of the hotel at the address Mokuba had given you. White stone covered the walls, diamonds coated a silvery tree sitting on a table in a room just past the doors, and the floor was a polished black reflecting light from above. You felt underdressed. Looking around the entrance for Mokuba, you wished the two of you had arranged to meet outside the building. A sharply dressed woman approached, “Are you looking for someone?” asked the employee, her English understandable, but accented. You had hoped to avoid talking to any employees, but it was unavoidable now, especially since you didn’t see Mokuba. “Yes, I’m here to meet Mokuba Kaiba.” It felt strange to give his full name, almost as strange as being in a place this fancy. “And what is your name?” the employee gave a professional smile.

Smiling back, You gave your name, hoping you hadn’t messed up somehow and come to the wrong hotel. Before your worries could grow, the employee was gesturing you further into the building, saying Mokuba had alerted the staff to expect your arrival. This was not the low key situation you had hoped for. After handing you a note, the woman led you to the elevator, explained how to get to Mokuba’s room, and asked if you needed any further assistance. Trying to act like you belonged here, you shook your head, and the employee walked away. 

Relief washed over you as the elevator doors closed. The note was from Mokuba, explaining how to get to his room. Excellent, you could already feel the instructions given by the staff member seeping out of your head. Plush ropes hung across the walls, taking the place of the metal rails you were accustomed to in elevators. Behind one of the red ropes was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. During the long ride up, you admired your reflection in the mirror. Your crop top and skort looked cute. Wildly out of place, but cute. If only the humid Japanese summer was kinder to your hair—but weather like this always fought to turn your head into a curly mess. Eventually, the doors slid open, and you stepped tentatively into the hallway. Referring once again to the note with Mokuba’s room number, you looked forward to your fun day together. You and Mokuba had been friends for a few years now, meeting up sporadically, and although he was four years younger than you, it was an easy fact to forget. When the two of you got together, he usually dragged you into one of his little schemes; and you were a woman who could appreciate well-intentioned manipulation. As you approached his room, you heard Mokuba’s voice float into the hallway. The door was cracked open. Beside it was another, smaller door, perhaps it was used for deliveries of some sort. “Abukom is my company, Seto. I can handle this on my own.” It sounded like the start of an argument. “I don’t recall our stepfather forcing you to learn any Japanese. You’ll need me to interpret.”

You almost winced at hearing Kaiba’s voice. You had expected him to be out for the day. Mokuba countered, “I already hired an interpreter. Besides, all I’m doing is meeting with a manga author to discuss bringing her onto our team to write a new Capsule Monsters series.” “I managed to cancel my plans with Pegasus this afternoon, so I’ll come with you any—” “Not a chance.” Mokuba was emphatic. “The woman I’m meeting with is famously shy, and I won’t have you showing up and scaring her away.” “I wouldn’t—” “Yes you would. You’d sit there scowling like you just broke your leg. Or you’d aggressively ask a question about her work, and before you know it, she’d be backing out of the deal.” “You’re exaggerating.” “No, you just don’t want to admit your aura of intimidation isn’t always useful, Seto. And you don’t know how to reliably turn it off.” “Don’t insult me, Mokuba.” “I’m not! It’s a useful quality about you, but it’s not great for what I’m doing today.” “Hmph, we can’t all get what we want with puppy dog eyes.” “Yeah, that mainly works on you.” “Really?” Kaiba’s voice was quieter, almost surprised. “Seriously? Seto, do you honestly think I ran Kaiba Corp for all those months you were away—with puppy dog eyes?!” “Of course not.” Kaiba snapped back. “Good.” You stood out in the hallway, wondering what you should do. While this was extremely interesting, it was also a private conversation you were not supposed to listen to. And it sounded like maybe Mokuba wasn’t going to be available to take you anywhere after all. Should you send him a message canceling your plans and walk away? You didn’t want to explore the city alone, but Joey was already busy this afternoon playing an escape room with Yugi and your older sister. Inside the hotel room, Mokuba broke the awkward silence. “You know, Seto, you could try to convince me you’re learning to restrain yourself when you need to.” His voice was wheedling, almost cheerful. “How?” Kaiba sounded suspicious. “You could go out with y/n—” Kaiba interrupted so quickly he almost sounded panicked, “No.” Out in the hall, you stood frozen. You had almost gasped aloud at hearing the suggestion.  “Not on a date,” Mokuba clarified, “but to have fun.” “No.” “Well, you might not have fun, but y/n would.” “No.”

For once, you agreed with Kaiba. The two of you had a tacit agreement to ignore each other whenever you met—and since you and Mokuba had been working behind the scenes to help your older siblings become friends for a couple of years now, you and Kaiba utilized this methodology frequently. “Please, Seto? I promised to spend the day with y/n before this opportunity for my publishing house came up. And I don’t want to leave her alone.” Kaiba sighed. “Go play with your little friend, and I’ll represent you at your meeting.” “Nope. Business comes first, and I’m the better man for the job.” “And you think I’m the best choice to entertain y/n?” “Of course not. You’re the only choice.” “I don’t see why your scheduling conflict is my problem.” Kaiba’s voice was cold. You leaned over to peer through the cracked door. Unfortunately, the gap was only an eighth of an inch wide at best, and you couldn’t see anything other than a vague sense of brown. It sounded like the occupants were close to the door, perhaps one of them had been about to leave when their argument began. “It’s not. I just thought I could count on you to do a favor for me.” Kaiba didn’t respond. “Please, Seto? I promised s/n I’d take care of her little sister today, and I don’t want to let her down.” “Fine.” Kaiba’s voice was clipped, “We wouldn’t want you to disappoint my replacement.” “Your replace—is that how you think I see s/n? As your replacement?” Mokuba’s quiet voice certainly made you feel his hurt, even if it flew over Kaiba’s head. “Anyone in my position would feel the same.” Kaiba’s voice was quiet too. You leaned closer to the crack, trying to catch a glimpse of the conversation; things were getting interesting. “Are you here to visit one of the Kaibas?” asked a polite male voice from behind you. You jumped. Whirling around, you saw a Japanese man dressed in a dark blue suit with subtle pinstripes and golden designs on the sleeves. In his hands, he held a pair of black shoes. “Yes, Mokuba invited me.” You internally cringed at how suspicious you must have looked just now. And the two brothers had fallen silent inside their room, which meant they were probably overhearing your conversation as well. With practiced precision, the man slid open the smaller door beside you, placing the shoes on a carpeted shelf. “It can be intimidating to knock on a hotel door, but I believe you will find it to be the most effective method of gaining entrance.” The man’s smile was gentle, as though trying to calm your nerves. Sliding shut the little door, he gave you a small bow and knocked on the slightly open door with the knuckle of his middle finger. After a delay you were almost sure must have been for show, Mokuba opened the door. “Y/n! Glad you could make it!” Whatever angst he had been feeling a moment ago seemed to have fallen away. “Thank you so much for helping my friend,” Mokuba addressed the man beside you, who again bowed and walked off, the soft carpet absorbing the sound of his footsteps. It had been a few months since you last saw Mokuba in person. His thick, unruly hair had been combed into its closest approximation of tidiness, and you could swear he hadn’t been the same height as you last time the two of you met. While you waffled in the doorway, you took in his formal clothes, a white suit jacket worn open over a light green shirt and darker green vest. “Come on in,” his smile was infectious.

Stepping inside, your eyes scanned the room for Kaiba, who was lowering himself down onto one of the couches. At first glance, you almost mistook him for someone else; without his ridiculous long vest and armbands, he looked almost like a normal person. Almost. Those glaring blue eyes could only belong to Seto Kaiba. Still, seeing him like this, in nothing but a tight, high necked, black shirt and matching dress pants felt… intrusive, like you were dangerously close to realizing he was human underneath all the bright LEDs and sarcasm he usually sported.

No, you liked to think of Kaiba as an alien who happened to share a lot of interests with your older sister. “Are you ready to go, Mokuba?” you asked.

“About that…” Mokuba dragged you to the corner of the room furthest from his older brother. You looked around curiously as he did so. The whole place was a lot less flamboyant than you had imagined, with light tan walls, medium tan carpet that contained a raised floral pattern in the same color, and dark accents—like the brown marble fireplace and darker brown coffee table. Nearby, the two couches were both velvety black, with bright purple and cream accent pillows, it all felt tasteful and understated; Kaiba must have hated the place.

“I’m really sorry,” Mokuba looked at the floor, and you noticed he wasn’t wearing shoes, “but a great opportunity came up about thirty minutes ago, and I have to take it.”

Having already overheard his conversation, you knew there was no talking him out of it. You asked a few polite questions about the situation, pretending not to already know why he was ditching you. That’s when he hit you with his horrible plan, “So I thought Seto could take you out this afternoon instead.”

“No way.” You crossed your arms.

“I know you don’t wanna see Osaka by yourself, and I thought spending a day with you would be good for my brother.”

“Not a chance.”

“Please, y/n? He said he’d do it, and he needs practice at interacting with, um, people like you.”

You raised your eyebrows at his choice of words.

“You know, regular people. People who don’t know anything about Duel Monsters and holograms, and aren’t super smart. Uh,” Mokuba facepalmed, “I mean, you’re plenty smart, but compared to someone like Seto, you’re not at his level, you know?” Mokuba fiddled with the buttons on his vest.

“Yeah, I know. But I don’t see why I should spend my afternoon having your brother insult my intelligence.” You glared over Mokuba’s shoulder at Kaiba, who was watching your conversation from the couch. Realizing your posture was an uncomfortable match to his, you uncrossed your arms. “He won’t.” Mokuba gave you a confident grin, “That’s our deal—he’ll take you to the store I was going to take you to, and cooperate, and be nice, and buy you a gift.” “I didn’t agree to that,” Kaiba spoke up from the couch. “It was implied,” Mokuba replied with unshakable confidence. You had seen this level of assurance from your own younger sister; maybe the youngest child got their way in every family. “Come on, Mokuba, I can’t afford to let him buy me anything. There’s no way I’m going to let myself owe your brother.” You gestured at Kaiba, but kept your voice down so he couldn’t hear, “You guys are out of my price range, literally.” “You like free stuff, but you don’t like gifts?” Mokuba sounded like he was teasing you, “Girls make no sense.” “I don’t enjoy feeling like I owe someone, especially not rich, arrogant businessmen.” You raised your voice to ensure Kaiba heard your putdown.    “You won’t owe either of us anything, but I’ll owe you a favor if you do this for me.” You sighed. If you were going to ruin your own day like this, then you would see how far you could push to get something out of it. “I want your brother to buy me lunch.” “Sure.” Mokuba grinned like he had won a game you didn’t know the two of you were playing. “And we’ll reschedule for another afternoon this week.” You added conspiratorially, “We have business of our own to attend to, after all.”      

Mokuba giggled. “So, you’ll spend the afternoon with my brother, he’ll be nice to you, buy you lunch and a present to take home, we’ll get together later, and I’ll owe you one. Deal?” You glanced at Kaiba, and the two of you shared a look of resignation. Suspecting you would regret it, you held out a hand to Mokuba. “Deal.” You shook on it, and grinned, “I get to annoy your brother as much as I want, right?”

“Of course. I didn’t hear Seto make any terms to the contrary.” “They were implied.” Kaiba glared at the back of his brother’s head. “We were clearly stating our terms, you should have spoken up.” Mokuba grinned at you. “I didn’t think I needed to, since your little friend is such a good person.” Kaiba’s voice dripped sarcasm as he crossed his legs and stretched his arm out along the top of the couch. “I’m sure she would never irritate others on purpose, right, y/n?”

“Of course not! I don’t annoy people for fun.” You planted a hand on your hip, “But you’re a special exception.”

“How so?”

You tilted your head, “I’m still not convinced you’re human.” You internally braced yourself for a negative response to your flippant attitude.

Kaiba held his tongue and rolled his head, like an exaggerated form of rolling his eyes.

Mokuba headed back across the room to open the little door to the compartment the butler had placed his shoes inside. Plopping down on the soft carpet, he jammed one of his feet into a shoe. “I’ll expect a full report about your time together.”

“From me?” you asked.

“From both of you.” After a moment, Mokuba jumped to his feet, ready to go. “I’ll have the hotel call me a cab, so you can have Roland for the afternoon.”

You and Kaiba said nothing. “Right, I’m off. Follow the deal. Y/n, try to treat Seto like a normal person, okay?”

Nodding, you agreed, already realizing that treating Kaiba the same way you treated everyone else would irritate him to no end.

“Have fun!” Mokuba waved, and then he was gone, leaving a sea of awkwardness in his absence.

After an abysmally long silence, Kaiba sighed. “I’ll get dressed, and we’ll head out.”

“What do you mean, ‘get dressed?’ Can’t you dress like someone normal for once?”

“We both know I’m not normal.”

“Whatever. But no duel disk.”

“Fine.” Kaiba pushed himself up from the couch and headed towards another door, which you assumed led to a bedroom.

You thought about sitting down on the other couch, but stayed where you were. You didn’t belong here. Touching anything felt like overstepping your boundaries. “Don’t celebrities have to hide their identity when they go out?” You raised your voice and hoped Kaiba would hear.

“I’m not a celebrity; I’m a businessman.” Kaiba’s voice was muffled by the closed door between you. After a moment, the door swung open, and he stepped through, now wearing a long white vest. “I don’t hide.”

At least he wasn’t wearing any LEDs, or those ridiculous blue straps on his arms and legs. Kaiba stared at you for a moment, then headed back into the bedroom. Hesitantly, you stepped closer, catching a glimpse of a pair of slept-in beds and a window with a beautiful view overlooking Osaka. Kaiba opened the drawer to one of the nightstands and pulled out a box. Unexpectedly tossing you a small round disk from inside it, he ordered, “Keep that on your person as long as you’re my responsibility.” You picked the silvery disk up from the floor where you had batted it when it was thrown at you. As your fingers brushed up against the carpet, you wished your own bedroom floor was this soft. Turning the quarter-sized object over in your hand, you saw one side bore the Kaiba Corp logo, and the other was crossed by thin, jagged lines which faintly glowed blue. “What is this?” “It’s a tracking tile.” Kaiba opened another, larger metal case on his nightstand, and pulled out what looked like two dark silver halfpipes side by side. As he closed it over his left forearm, the sleek device made a faint hissing noise. You recognized it as one of his usual, gauntlet type thingymajigs. Sliding his fingers along the surface, a hologram screen sprang to life above the device. With a flurry of finger movements, Kaiba navigated through a few screens, then shut off the hologram.

You thought about protesting. You didn’t love the idea of letting Kaiba pull up your precise location at any time, but also knew well enough why he might want to—Mokuba may have reached a point of being blasé about getting kidnapped, but you hadn’t. But where to put the tracker? Your purse seemed inadequate. You didn't want it to scratch your phone screen. Stepping back into the living room, you slipped the slender device into your bra, feeling the cool metal against your skin and hoping this was all overkill.

Kaiba strode out into the room after you, now wearing both of his gauntlets. “Let’s get this over with.” He headed out the front door without looking back. You followed, hoping you wouldn’t regret agreeing to spend the afternoon with him. Oh well, at least you could get some great stories out of this.

[awwyeah107]

So...I haven't made any fan art in years. And I haven't ever posted it online. But here I am with some drawings of a dress for a fanfic author's OC, and I'm quite happy with them.

These are some mockups of a dress that I pictured Mellótë wearing; she's an OC in the Silmarillion fanfic Daughters of Therindë by @darkfrozenabyss.

(I tried to draw Mellotë's face and hair. I really did. However, that gave me a lot of trouble, so in the end I decided it was okay to simply have the dresses be on a model XD Perhaps one day I'll try to actually draw her features.)

Made with the app Sketchbook on my dad's iPad.

Skirt design (and part of the first top design) is based off this dress. The second top design is completely mine. The third top design with the veil is based off of this other dress, and the fourth is the same thing without the veil.

Further description of why I made these, their inspiration, and my process below the cut :)

This came from a conversation in the comments of chapter 11 of Daughters of Therindë. In my comment, I mentioned that I had noticed a line about Mellótë's hair brushing her shoulder, and it prompted me to ask about what she was wearing. darkfrozenabyss replied, "I was picturing something gauzy and light pink, a one-shoulder gown that flares more at the bottom."

After that conversation, the next time I got onto Tumblr, I got an ad featuring the dress below that immediately made me think of that description—except for the fact that it was not one-shoulder.

It made me think, "Hmm, what would it look like if that was one-shoulder? What would it look like if she did wear it?" And thus my idea to draw the dress was born.

As mentioned above, I used the app Sketchbook to create the drawings. I imported that photo of the dress into the app as a layer, and I traced over the dress and the girl wearing it in a new layer. Then I made use of copious layers to get the texture and design of the skirt the way I wanted it to look.

I had had a couple ideas for what the top design would look like, and I worked on those designs after the skirt. My immediate thought was to move one of the wrap-around sleeves (I'm not sure what to call them) from the original dress up onto the shoulder and make it a bit thicker, so that is the first top design. I also had the idea to make a small little ruffle sleeve over the shoulder with a flower or brooch connected to a top without any additional texture. After I made those, I felt like there was still another possible design I could do that would look/fit better, so I scrolled through the dress website for one-shoulder dresses to use as inspiration. I found this dress with a veil (linked above as well) and really liked it, so I imported one of the photos and loosely traced it. Then I adjusted the tracing and added my own texturing and color to it. I think the design works both with and without the veil, so I included both versions.

Also, I had started on this drawing at around midnight on a Saturday night, thinking "Oh, I'll just start this and then continue tomorrow." Then after intensely focusing on getting the skirt coloring and texture down, I decided I should check the time (it doesn't show in the app for some reason)...and saw it was nearly 3 AM. XD I did continue the next day, gave it a rest for a couple days, came back to it, and then gave it a couple more days' rest and decided the designs looked complete enough that I was ready to post them.

From scrolling through darkfrozenabyss' drawings on Tumblr, I think the third or fourth designs would most likely be what Mellótë would wear out of these designs. Maybe the fourth more than the third. What do you think @darkfrozenabyss? I could be totally wrong in my guess, or maybe none of them would be anything close to what she would wear. XD

Anyway, it was a lot of fun working on these! I'm quite happy with how they turned out. I particularly love the bottom edges of the skirt—I feel like I was able to capture some of the gauzy layers. This is also the first time I've ever done really dedicated digital art, so I enjoyed the experience.

[midnightshard06]

Flufftober Day 6

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/127906204

Summary: Sonic and Shadow manage to get themselves lost in a corn maze. Well at least that's what Shadow thinks.

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~700 words

@flufftober

“We’re lost Sonic.” Shadow crossed his arms and glared at the hedgehog in question.

Sonic waved him off as he glanced around the corn maze the two were currently in. “No we’re not Shads. I know where we’re going.” 

“Then why have I seen that exact same poorly dressed scarecrow ten different times.” Shadow grit his teeth and pinned his ears down.

Sonic was mildly starting to regret his choice of date spot. Well to be entirely honest it wasn’t really a date anymore since his and Shadow’s friends had managed to worm their ways into tagging along. He just couldn’t say no to Tails’ puppy dog eyes, and for some reason Knuckles had wanted to tag along as well. Honestly he had no clue why but it was good for the echidna to get off Angel Island more. As for Rouge and Omega Sonic had no idea how they’d convinced Shadow to let them tag along. Maybe he’d just chalk it up to Rouge being Rouge. Though why had Omega wanted to come? A fall festival like this didn’t really seem like something the destructive robot would enjoy. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Right not the time for that right now. “Would you believe me if I said I wanted to take the scenic route?” Sonic gave Shadow a sly smile.

Shadow gave him a deadpan look before walking in the opposite direction. “I’ll find my own way out of here.” He grumbled.

Sonic jogged to catch up before slinging an arm over Shadow’s shoulders. “Oh come on, don’t be like that. I swear I know where I’m going. Trust me.”

Shadow kept walking for a moment before glancing over at him. “Forgive me for looking at our current predicament and not believing you.”

“That’s… fair.” Sonic flicked an ear. Maybe he should just tell Shadow. Nah, not yet. “Look, just give me one more chance ok?”

Shadow frowned before sighing and nodding. “One more chance before we do things my way.” He playfully pushed Sonic off him. 

“Alright! Follow me. Next stop freedom!” Sonic took the two down a path he’d intentionally avoided on their several other circles. Shadow seemed confused but also seemed to realize they were somewhere new. Pausing for a moment at a fork in the path Sonic looked around and made a bit of a show of picking the direction before heading to the right. A few more turns later and they were at the exit. Sonic caught sight of their friends all sitting at a table not too far away. They must have been waiting for the two of them.

“How?” Shadow looked at him in confusion. “We were lost.”

Sonic tapped Shadow on the nose. “I told you we weren’t. I knew where we were the whole time. You don’t get to run as fast as me and not have a very good sense of direction.”

“Then why were we going in circles?” Shadow furrowed his brow as if trying to figure it out before Sonic just told him.

“Another easy one. I just wanted some more alone time with you, so I kept us going in circles for a bit.” Sonic rubbed the back of his head. “Not my greatest plan I have to admit since it just ended up frustrating you.”

Shadow sighed through his nose. “You know you could have just said that right?”

Sonic grinned widely. “Oh I know, but it was kinda fun doing it this way.”

Shadow rolled his eyes before grabbing Sonic’s hand. “Next time just say something.”

Sonic gave him a small salute with his other hand. “You got it Shads. Now do you think we could sneak away to grab some of that delicious smelling festival food before the others notice we made it out?”

“Unlikely based on the fact I can see Rouge approaching us right now. I’d bet she’ll be keen to try and ask some… prying questions.” Shadow huffed. “We were in there for far longer than most people are.”

“Weeell.” Sonic smirked. “She’ll have to catch us first right?”

Shadow returned the look. “I suppose she will.” Getting in some mild trouble with the people running the festival was worth the look on Rouge’s face as the two hedgehogs sped away from her. Maybe this had been a good date after all.

[usmsgutterson]

LAVENDER HAZE- Nikolai Lantsov

Okay! First fic for the midnights event! For those who don’t know, Midnights is the album by Taylor Swift that came out a week and a half ago. In short, a bit of chaos between @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r​ and myself ensued and here we are!

I have a few things to clarify before we jump in, however. None of the fics in this event are song fics. Some of them will have lyrics from the song somewhere or the song title referenced, but I primarily based them off whatever the like, vibe of the song is? The fics will hopefully match the songs aesthetic pretty well, but if they don’t, I apologize in advance. 

Fic type- fluff

Warnings- none

The largest part of being a royal was being under public scrutiny near-constantly. At every single dinner, every gala, every time you showed your face, had an opinion to voice, you were critiqued. Notes about your outfit were made by journalists who’d later critique them in their gossip newspapers. Notes about the way you stood, what your expression was as you stood in front of a crowd.

People even made it their own prerogative to assume things about your relationship, to make assumptions and then to treat those assumptions as the truth, only to be confronted by the real truth when it smacked them across the face. They were hurt when it finally did, when the writers of the gossip newspapers saw you and Nikolai in public, hands interlaced, grins on your faces and love clear as day in your eyes.

Nikolai and yourself had been courting since before the civil war. You’d been around as long as he’d known Dominik, your relationship having begun at sixteen. The three of you enlisted in the First Army together, and when Nikolai took to his boats and the identity of Sturmhond, you’d been at his side, his partner in all things, love and war included.

“How do you do it, my love?” Nikolai asked as you stepped out of the carriage. The two of you would enter a building, enjoy two minutes of private time while you walked down a long corridor before you met a crowd. “How do you handle all of this with such cadence as you do? I wouldn’t mind knowing a few of your tricks.”

“You get used to it,” you said with a laugh. “I would’ve presumed you knew that. You’ve been handling this all your life, have you not?” Nikolai offered a mere shrug as the two of you proceeded up a long marble staircase.

“You seem to handle it better than I sometimes,” he said. “You handle it beautifully, Y/N.”

You took his hand, interlacing your fingers and pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. “I thank you for your compliments, but I’d rather not be blushing when we face the crowd, Nik. It’ll become all the news if I am. The writers will assume you’d told me something scandalous beforehand.”

Nikolai laughed, an easy, open laugh as the two of you reached the landing and the doors for the venue opened.

“Heaven forbid I make the love of my life blush when doing so is just so fun,” he said. “Oh, the gossip writers! Their dresses and suits will certainly be in knots if we dare!” You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze as he straightened his shoulders. About a minute into your walk down the corridor, Nikolai would straighten his expression to convey what seemed to be happy indifference, though the two of you both knew that you would rather be anywhere else than addressing a crowd.

“I love you, Nik,” you said.

He grinned as the two of you stepped past the venues threshold.

“I love you too,” he said.

The walk through the corridor was quiet, the pair of you heading down it and putting up the royal façade like it was second nature. Your shoulders straightened, expression nullified into simple indifference.

You’d long learned what to do to keep your relationship private, to keep the writers and their gossip from assuming much of anything. The people got what you gave them in terms of your relationship with Nikolai. They got your loving gazes as you watched one another across rooms, the fact that you didn’t shy away from holding hands or just looking like a couple when you were seen taking walks on tours throughout various Ravkan cities.

It was funny to you, really. Every single gossip column that you’d read in regards to yourself had always had a specific point of speculation. When would there be an engagement? You’d been seen with rings on your finger before, could that possibly mean that the Ravkan royal you loved had finally proposed, after nearly ten years together?

The doors to the crowd were opened, and you let yourself cast a look to your lover as the two of you stepped past the threshold and onto the stage. He met your gaze, grinning at you for only a moment before the both you had to turn your attentions to the crowd.

You found yourself fighting an eyeroll as you recognized the faces of several gossip writers. There was respect for them somewhere, but to be in attendance at an announcement about the reduction of the debts Ravka owed to other countries? There was nothing worthy of note there, unless they were going to treat the fact that the debts Ravka owed had gone down by thirty percent as a rumor, as something only being said to ensure that the Ravkan royals still looked good to the citizens, even though the thirty percent decrease was precisely the truth.

Or, perhaps, it seemed likely that they’d comment on you. Your outfit, your expression. How many times you glanced at Nikolai or how many times you glanced away from him. How long you kept your eyes on the crowd, because how dare you look at the group of people whom your spouse is addressing? The gossip writers liked to make scandals out of anything, and they’d surely find a way to make a scandal out of that. They’d twist a detail so that it looked how they wanted it to, take something out of context or just blatantly make something up. It was all that gossip writers tended to be much good for, anyway.

The announcement finished, and once again, you and Nikolai found yourselves walking down that corridor. You couldn’t hear it, but you knew that the gossip writers were rushing outside while you and Nikolai walked, prepared to shout questions, demand answers, and remain upset when no answers were given.

“You’re ready to be asked if we’re engaged for the umpteenth time?” Nikolai asked, steeling his shoulders as though preparing for it. “Oh, the gossip writers never stop, do they?”

You laughed, leaning your head against Nikolais shoulder for a moment. “They never do. I just don’t think it’s in their nature, but yes. I’m ready to face it. I’ve become more than capable of facing it since the civil war, have you not?”

The rumors of engagement, the talks of coronations and marriages, they’d been happening since Nikolai was crowned king. The two of you had long learned to ignore them, content to remain in your bubble of romantics away from the rest of the outside world. You were content to remain there and you would’ve preferred staying there rather than having to face the writers of the gossip mags who showed up where they weren’t needed.

The doors opened, the two of you stepped out, and instantly, you were bombarded.

“King Nikolai, you do realize that you need to find someone whom you can rule alongside in the coming years? You need to provide an heir to the throne before it is too late to do so!”

“King Nikolai, what is your relationship with your honorable consort like? Can you tell us any of the details?”

“Y/N, you were spotted with a ring on your finger just last week! Can you tell us whether or not you and the king are engaged? My readers would love to be the first ones to have such information!”

“Y/N! When is the wedding? Have you begun the planning process yet?”

“Y/N, how well have you accustomed to royal life since the start of the civil war?”

The words drowned out all others as the two of you cascaded down the steps, both of you eager to get to the carriage and a safe distance away from everyone who wanted every piece of your life, including the ones you remained unwilling to give.

As the carriage doors opened and the questions continued, Nikolai said the words that made a silence ring true over the crowd.

“My partner and I do not wish to comment on your questions, which were asked at a grossly inappropriate time. You may consider that an engagement would be so obvious that questions would not have to be asked. You may also consider that my partner and I do not owe you explanations of any kind. We thank you so much for your time, however, and bid you all good day.”

With the word, Nikolai and yourself both climbed into the carriage, grinning triumphantly as the doors closed and the voices stopped. He leaned across the space between the two of you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and one to your hand before sitting back and closing his eyes.

“We did it,” he said.

You laughed. “Back to our perfect romance we shall go.”

Nikolai opened an eye, gave you a charming grin that had you falling head over heels all over again.

“I can’t wait,” he said. “I love every minute. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Nik.”

The romance you had with him was perfect, certainly, the lavender haze was worth every minute of fighting. Every minute of disagreement was worth it for all the perfect moments in between.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

CAP I FORGOT TO READ CHAPTER 73.

I WROTE SHIT ABOTU IT HERE YOU GO IT'S MOSTLY JUST ME FREAKING OTU

SPOILERS BELOW AND ALL THAT

Balad to cap

Ok so why didn’t i ever read chapter 73. I forgot about it? I have zero clue why that happened.

Its a very fun chapter too, it feels quite chill and is a good transition alongside tying up loose ends

I’m glad it talks about Alya being like “why tf are they over there” 

God I’m still so curious about the seeds planted of clues for Juleka’s identity, plus idk why but I’m still 90% certain adrien will randomly find out

I know he won’t but my brain is convinced

Help genderfluid Anarka i love her to pieces she’s such a terror (and i adore when you make her speak in a scottish accent, it’s so dear to me)

Interesting.. Luka teaches Kim guitar? I’m curious about Luka’s totally normal life aside from the furry for a sister, he tries so hard…

Oh. 

Now thats an interesting tidbit

Luka can tell how in her own head Juleka is? Very intriguing for him to call them delusions… I wonder how different pieces of this fic would be if they were from another perspective, especially the sheer level of danger the characters are in and how monstrous Juleka sees herself vs the reality of her protecting herself 

My thoughts are going to when she Prince Shining (that was his name right?) It’s one of my favorite original Akumas behind Wicket Witch and Little Red (which I am realising now is because of the background to them… Akuma hit harder when there is a buildup, huh. Something to keep in mind for my own writing.) That was fun to see, how worried the class was vs how confused that made Juleka

How people perceive others and myself has always been interesting to me, so this is right up my alley

Back to Luka

Oh curious, of course Luka would want to protect Juleka… I wonder if Marinette will try to make him a holder as well, I’m not sure if that secret identity would last the hour to be honest

The fact that we still don’t have much model Juleka content (aside from a piece of art you did a few years ago, or maybe that was someone else) makes me feel crazy! It’s an aspect of her that I’m really curious to see how you write it

I’ve got fun concepts for her in my own shit, and ANYWAY! Ui brought it up because Anarka was talking about sending Juleka there. 

Sorry, I’m both making notes on like 2 pieces of writing, writing 2 different scenes in totally different chapters and writing this and reading chapter 73 and cooking dinner. Can you tell I am diagnosed with ADHD? 

Woohoo for Fei saving people

Fei being scared and unsettled by Juleka is so funny help-

Aww, Juleka giving Fei interview practice is adorable

I need to reread at some point to see if we get to see how marinette sees Juleka compared to Panthera (hey, it’s me being obsessed with how people perceive others again, tbh that’s prolly why I am so excited to write my miraculous thing, there are some… extra layers that should make it funny) 

Sure you dont have a concussion Juleka, like I’ll believe that

MODEL LORE?? AUWG>/?

WOOO

MODEL SHIT IS HAPPENING I TAKE BACK ALL MY IMPATIENCE CAP I APOLOGISE

AND HER DRESS IS BASED OFF OF DUSSUU OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT???

CRAY=ZY.

HOYL SHIT]I THOUGT]F

ROSE WAS BEING A SAP. ACCEPTABLE. 

BUT.

SO YOU DO WORK WITH THE HEORES>545FRUNEIODWS

DUED

Oh my god if eel insane 

Help

Not Juleka slagging off herself to Rose she is so insane 

Wait

WHAT.

GABRIEL HAS TRIED TO AKUMATISE JULEKA A LOT? HOLY SHIT

This chapter is full of revaltions

Insane about everything her what the fuck

this is mostly me freakign out, sozzles its also really short. time for chapter 74!

this was a really good chapter i feel insane that i forgot to read it

YAYYYYY IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!!!!

i wanted to set up the mood for season 3- i hope it makes you excited!!!!!

[reginarubie]

so i have a recent obsession with the song until I found you. And I think it's a crime that it doesn't have a jonsa fan mad music video but anyways. Would you be willing I write a one shot based on how the song makes you feel around this ship? So that Everytime I day dream with this song I'll dream of your words. Of course only when your current brain riots for certain FICS are on pose have writer's block. No rush, just be here twirling with jonsa in a field of flowers

Well, nonny (Hi ;D)

to be honest it is quite a Jonsa song, that one, especially considering Jon was all dark and brooding and darkness and cold is all the remains and then boom!, here enters Sansa on her tiptoes and Jon is like “Found you. Mine. Must protect” and everything he had lost suddenly pours out and onto Sansa as if she has brought back light into his world and he nows has a purpose again.

Now... I would be more than willing to write such a one shot, quick question, would you rather a modern setting or a canon setting?

Let me know whilst I brainstorm what to bring forth ;) Safe to say you'll get the one shot soon :*

Sending all my love ~G.

Oh, and btw, here: just so you can keep twirling in your field of flowers with Jonsa:

Asha spat to the ground. Starks, she thought with a sneer, all they thought was that they were high and mighty, and yet there was only an handful of them to speak of. With all their talks about honor and holier-than-thou attitude it was not a wonder Theon had become such a prissy. The Stark woman didn't give not even a hint of having noticed her, less than ladylike, behavior. She stood with a blue veil at her head and her dress was clearly Stark in coloring. Asha supposed she had paid the golden price for it, she might even have fun tear it off her, if her guard-dog of a brother wouldn't be so stiff. (...) “Whatever the reason to imprison us here?,” Asha demanded with boredom seeping into her tone “I was under the impression we had reached an agreement, though perhaps I ought not to put faith in the words of an oathbreaker or his Lannister of a sister” “That agreement was broken the moment we received news Shireen Baratheon had been murdered,” lady Stark — or was it the de facto acting Queen in the North? Asha could not remember, though she remembered distinctly they called her ‘Her Grace—this’ and ‘Her Grace—that’ — told her “all your worth resides in the fact that the prince of Winterfell was alive and safe, but if the heir to the Iron throne was not safe from her own father, then on which grounds do you think you can parlay with us about your brother's fate?” She got quite the bite for a whiny princess, Asha had to admit. She could respect that. A kraken could respect another beast when it saw it. She shrugged “I am still your best bet,” she said nonchalantly. Lady Stark jutted her chin up at that, in a way that was so easily abrasive and annoying, because it made Asha want to stand at order, she forced herself to slouch lower. “Are you now?” she asked, and, quite suddenly the King in the North appeared at her side, wearing a dark black jerkin — what a surprise there — but there was something strange in his appearance, something Asha could not pinpoint. “You see, lady Asha, I've spent long years in Kings Landing but I've never forgotten the old way, king Stannis has committed kinslaying by murdering his own child for the Iron throne. I am sure that...with the right candidate, we could easily dispose of him and take back our brother, as for yours... he shall face judgment for his crimes” she added, her voice never wavering despite the slight tremble in her hands.

Yep, it's almost here, the new chapter of «Like wolves in the Darkness»!

As always sending all my love ~G.

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

*-*-*-*

The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[elliethesuperfruitlover]

hi! can u make a victor imagine based on the song dress by taylor swift?? tysm <3

Take It Off

A/N: Okay so I know I said I wasn’t going to do explicit smut again (and I’m standing by that for the time being), however, I feel like this is going to be really fun! Thank you for the request!

Warnings: mild mention is sickness, extremely suggestive actions, thoughts, descriptions :))))

Tag List: @xtrippydragonx, @super-unpredictable98, @frillymacaron, @sourdiac, @caleecullen, @amidclla

Victor really isn’t the type of man to be overly suggestive, or touchy feely. As well as that, he really doesn’t overtly show his attraction, especially not in public.

However, tonight was a completely different situation.

The weeks beforehand ended up leading you two to have an extreme lack of intimacy. Victor was constantly busy, between his work and setting everything up for your anniversary. He wanted everything to be in order. He made sure that he got a really lovely dress for you, custom made at the best tailor in town. He made sure that the flowers were perfect in meaning and arrangement. Victor made visit after visit to the venue, making sure that they had the right time, and decorations. He really went out. This, however, caused him a grand amount of anxiety and stress.

“No, I said pink roses. Not mink, NO!” was yelled throughout the house on a Monday.

“The horses don’t matter, but a foal won’t do because we’re two full grown adults!” happened on another.

You were doing work nonstop, and rarely ever found time to just take a break.

Even weekends were chock-full of necessary tasks.

The week in the leadup to the anniversary, however, ended being the most stressful.

Victor unfortunately ended up falling sick, with a cough and fever. He could barely keep anything down, and claimed to be in a constant state of dizziness. It was a given that he was bed-ridden for the week, and you had to go back and forth to each store to get the orders correct, and make sure everything was in place. Between going back home to take care of Victor, your own work, and the stores, everything was getting extremely overwhelming.

However, the only thing that kept you sane during this was the fact that you two would get a solid break for a few days, and just spend time together. It gave you a lot of time (well not a lot, but some) to go back, and think about how the two of you met. You were walking around town, and in a library, you ended up dropping your book, the original “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”. Your parents wanted to have you reading more realistic titles, but it gave you an escape from the world, which seemed to constantly be on your heels. Victor gave the book back to you, but not before doing the classic “Oh, you read this book too!”. You two hit it off instantly.

Although his parents wanted him to marry another person, his heart was set on you. They still disapproved of his choice, but upon seeing how happy their son was, they mentioned their displeasure less and less. There were all thoughts going through your head while traveling from place to place.

Fortunately for the two of you, about two days before the big day, Victor started improving drastically, and one morning, when you woke up to check on him, he was already up and looking through his work copies. He said he felt fine, and after checking his temperature and calling the doctor for good measure, you dropped your guard. The last two 48 hours came and went quicker than you were expecting them to, and soon enough, the smell of fresh cologne, and the clink of beads tapping against each other filled the house.

“Dearest, it’s about time for us to head out. Are you decent?” Victor said, after rapping his knuckles on the door of the bedroom. He chose to get ready in the bathroom, as your dress had plenty of layers, and steps to get it on properly, and he didn’t want to see the dress until you two were outside.

“Yes, just about! I’ll be out in a few minutes.” you reply, putting an earring on. You were really happy with Victor’s effort with everything in the last few weeks. He was always one to go all out, but this really blew you away.

You opened the door, and Victor had his eyes closed, with an arm out for you to take. He led you down the stairs, and out the door, before opening his eyes. His eyes gleamed with nothing but happiness, and motioned for you to do a spin.

“You look wonderful dear! I knew what it was going to look like color-wise, but you just look amazing.” he said. You didn’t notice at the time, but Victor covered his crotch area, as his fashion decisions appeared to be good in both visual and hormonal ways.

The two of you arrived to the venue in a horse-drawn carriage (as per Victor’s request). He wanted to take the scenic route, so you two went through town, by all of the shops, and the fountain located downtown. The entire time, Victor held you close, chin on your head. It was just the two of you in the carriage, as the driver was focused on the road, as he should’ve been. Victor really usually didn’t get really touchy-feely, especially not in public, but this was the exception. He’d been so tired for the past few days, and barely got quality time with you. He made sure he got all that he needed.

When you two arrived at the venue, Victor led you out of the carriage, like a proper gentleman. He put a blindfold over your eyes to keep everything hidden from your view. Even though you knew what the venue looked like, Victor changed a lot of things, and tailored it to your liking. You two walked several more feet before he stopped you. Victor took the blindfold off of your face, and waited for your vision to adjust to the light.

You were in awe at what he prepared. Your mouth gaped open at the beauty of everything, and you looked in wonder. There were lightbulbs arranged in such a beautiful way, the first time you’d ever seen that many in one place. You’ve thought about getting the house readjusted with electricity, but it was too expensive for you two. There was even a small radio playing music in the corner. Victor was also holding a small picnic basket, and there was a blanket down for you two to sit down on.

“Victor you’ve really outdone yourself. I’m going to have to do something really nice for you next year then.” you say, grabbing a fresh strawberry, and eating it.

“Oh, that’s really not necessary. You being in my company is a gift enough, dearest.” he says, sitting down next to you. The two of you eat together in peace, listening to the noises of the night.

About an hour passes by, and the two of you gather everything in a hurry.

“I almost forgot about the play altogether. Come, grab my hand. I wouldn’t want your dress to become dirty.” Victor says, pulling you along quickly. Thankfully, it was an extremely short ways away, and a bit of running really got your adrenaline going.

You two rushed in, and entered the theater doors just in time. You find your seats, and as the play begins, your attention is averted to the front stage. You seemed to lean forward in your seat, completely in the zone.

Victor’s mind is trying to focus on it as well, and it was for a good hour, but he got too distracted. It began to wonder back to places he only went when he was alone, and you were having long nights writing, or before he’d gotten to properly courting you, and had dreams. He dreaded telling his parents of the random stains on his sheets, and why the drains kept seemingly getting clogged. They wanted to call plumbers, but it seemed that the second it was mentioned to Victor, the problem was fixed automatically. Except, of course, the next time it happened.

It had been a while since you two had been intimate, and it seemed to really be impacting him. Not emotionally, of course, but he missed long nights with you. In the bathtub, having to clean water that spilled over the edges, or taking a few minutes out of your day to sneak under your new wooden desk. It all just seemed so...precious to him. Victor found that he missed that.

The cheeky looks, and the feverish moments you two spent together. He craved that feeling again, and wondered if you felt the same. He was still much too shy to talk about his true desires, so he just did them instead, or uttered them in an aroused stupor, almost begging for your attention.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

He kept thinking about you in your dress. Not that he made it for naughty purposes, but he never really expected for it to impact him this way. He felt slightly guilty about thinking of taking his wife against a wall, and . However, it was best for him to think of these things now, and express it later at home. Or, based on his current level of arousal, in a restroom somewhere.

The play’s intermission was just ending when you noticed Victor’s reddened pallor. You gently touched his cheek, taking a glove off to check his temperature.

“Are you feeling alright, Victor? You look feverish dear. Could it be your illness coming back?” you asked, looking him in the eyes.

“No dear, I’m fine. I think I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. I thought of some of our more tender moments.” he whispered back. As a final measure, he took your hand off of his cheek gently, and kissed it.

“Alright. If you feel any different, let me know, okay. Your health is a lot more important than our anniversary. Especially not more important than a play I can see for the next fortnight.” you said, smiling at him before turning your attention back to the play, which was starting its second act.

Victor breathed a silent sigh of relief, and he got back to his thoughts, no matter how inappropriate for a social setting. He was grateful for the small paper given as a description for the play. It was doing more than enough to hide his erection, and he was grateful for it. He knew that if he was to be caught, he may be kicked from town. Although, the situation would be much more worse had it been you having these thoughts about him. It would be much harder to catch you in public, rather than him.

He looked back to you, and saw how wide your eyes are with wonder. He knew how much your passions meant to you. Nothing could compare to seeing you so enthralled with what was going on. You would be talking about it for weeks to come, he was sure of it. You’d be sure to go into your new works with a fire unmatched. Not one thing got you going like a nice, long play with plot thick enough to cut through. Given how Victor had been seeing you for past few weeks, hunched over your desk, punching letter after letter into your typewriter, this was a vast improvement. He could count the lashes on your face if he wanted to. You were just that still. Nothing would compare to seeing you so happy. Victor zoned out for another moment, and set his eyes on the play, so it wasn’t obvious that his mind was elsewhere.

“Victor dear, it’s time to go.” you said, gently shaking his shoulder. He was much worse off than he’d begun. This time, it may not get past you.

“Hmm? Oh yes, dear. I must’ve zoned out again.” he replied, standing up carefully, as to not fumble his “situation”.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You look even more red than beforehand.” you said, even more concerned.

“I’m fine dear.” he said, leaning into your ear “I did lie earlier. I’m not sickly, not in the least. But I’ve been having the most sinful of thoughts. I’m quite simply aroused. I just want to ravish you. Slowly, intimately, and carefully.” he whispered, straightening his back out.

You had close to no reply. Mouth shut, paper grasped firmly in your hand. You only had a few words to say in response.

“Once we get home, it’s on.”

And on it was. You’d never seen Victor’s hands move so quickly to open the door before, not even when the neighbor’s cat had gotten loose, and was chasing after him. As soon as the door was unlocked, you and Victor tumbled in, and he had you against the wall, mouth dangerously close to yours. You two kicked your shoes off, and made your way up the steps. Victor pushed the bedroom door open and held you against him. He kissed along your neck. You were sure that the neighbors would be long asleep, but based on the noises emitted from your throat, it may not last long.

“Oh, I’d hate to ruin your dress.” Victor whispered, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, Victor dear.” you mumbled, looking him in the eye. “I bought this dress just so you could take it off. Do your worst dearest. I’ve got a sewing kit for a reason.”

Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off (ha, ha, ha)

Victor spent the night in what could’ve been considered a complete rampage of waning hormones and feelings. He couldn’t recall so much of the evening beforehand, because all of his tasks were centered around you. Hearing you make this noise, getting that shade of purple on your neck. Your thoughts, on the other hand, were filled with nothing but him. How he felt trembling in your arm, nape wet from sweat. How his hands held you in place as he grasped your hips, firm enough to keep you in place.

He was sure the world began and ended with your head and toes. No other image could match the one he saw before him, say after day, night after night. However, that talk would have to wait. He’s much to pre-occupied with other tasks to give much care.

It was a night full of passion, and nothing but love for the other. That was why you married him. Not because it was “made to be”. Because nothing else on the planet could compare to the feeling of him being that vulnerable in front of you. Absolutely nothing could, and you’d perish valiantly on the hill, if necessary. He was everything to you, and you were the same to him. No amount of money, or persuasion could change that.

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Bad Behavior (Kang Yeosang and Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Dilf Sugar Daddy! Kang Yeosang × Younger Sugar Baby! Reader (Female) × Dilf Sugar Daddy! Choi San

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Dilf/Sugar Daddy AU.

Summary: After coming back and finding out their beloved princess misbehaved, Yeosang and San must remind her to not cross them again.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Aged up/Older ateez (but age differences are still within legal boundaries). Sugar daddy × sugar baby relationship. Poly relationship. Degradation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, edging, bondage, slight sensory play, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex (always use protection), breeding kink, daddy kink. Dom! Yeosang, Dom! San, Sub! Reader

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Yeosang sat calmly on the chair leaned against the wall, hands delicately placed on his lap as he listened to the desperate whines echoing through the room. His eyes were hardly blinking as he watched his friend press the wand vibrator further into the small, sensitive button of the young female. Her skin was heated, face flushed, cheeks burning. No matter how much she writhed underneath the man standing over her, she was still unable to free her wrists, which were bound by the ropes they had tied up to the bed posts, and the male who was currently edging her as he pleased made sure she kept her hips and legs with the help of his strong arms.

Taking notice of how her thighs began trembling and wanted to clench together, Yeosang quickly spoke up:

"San move the vibrator away from Y/N, she's about to cum."

Even though she had been blindfolded, she could practically feel the sadistic smile on San's face that sent shivers down her spine everytime she saw it. She threw her head back against the pillow, grunting loudly in frustration when yet another orgasm was merciless was taken away from her, leaving her in utter disillusion.

"Look at how cute she looks Yeosang, bucking her hips up into the air like a needy bitch." San let out a snicker as he released part of his hold on her lower half to watch as her body practically pleaded for his touch once more.

"How pathetic. Maybe you should have thought twice before going out without your daddies' permission to that cheap club and have your body groped by some lowlife douche."

With an annoyed click of his tongue, San gripped the end of her chin and tilted it slightly towards him.

"Well? Was it worth it? Did you enjoy having his dirty hands touching you? I hope it was worth it you little bitch."

Releasing his grip on her chin, Y/N then let out a tiny shriek when she felt the palm of his hand strike against her left cheek, leaving her stunned momentarily.

"I can't even look at you, let alone want to touch you after knowing someone else defiled you." If the silk material wasn't rendering her blind, she'd be able to see the disgusted look on San's face as he pictured the younger man in question touching and feeling up his prized possession.

"San, I understand that you are very upset and disappointed at our little princess, but slapping her like a common whore is not a proper punishment." Yeosang's eyebrows furrowed significantly as he witnessed the appalling incident.

"Oh don't be too soft on her Sangie. If she's going to act like a common whore, then we have to treat her as one. Besides...."

He let out a low chuckle as he traced the outline of her lower lip with his thumb.

"Our princess likes being treated roughly. Why do you think she went out and disobeyed us? She probably wanted to get us mad so we'd treat her like this. Isn't that right babygirl?"

Y/N let out a shuddering gasp when she felt San's hand wrap around her neck, making her swallow harshly and hold her own breath even though he wasn't even cutting off her oxygen. Hearing her other sugar daddy sigh softly, she trembled even more when she discerned his footsteps coming towards the bed, stopping right at one of the corners were one of the ropes were tied to. She released the breath she was holding when San's hand was removed from her neck by Yeosang, who although having a stern look, was still very calm in his demeanor.

"She misbehaved, yes, but I'm sure she's very sorry about her bad behavior. Am I correct sweetheart?" Yeosang shifted his attention to her.

"Y-yes." She responded promptly.

"Yes what?" Yeosang raised an eyebrow.

"Yes daddy. I'm very sorry for behaving so badly." She corrected herself, remembering the way Yeosang liked having her respond.

With a hint of a smile, he lightly caressed her cheek, a sign that he was indeed pleased with her.

"Well then....why don't you show us how sorry you are baby?"

Feeling the tight rope being loosened up, Y/N's hands dropped to her stomach when they were finally freed from their confinement. The blindfold soon was also peeled off and she was graced by the sight of Yeosang's beautiful face peering down at her. Cupping the side of her cheek, Yeosang bent over so he could tenderly place a kiss on her. He was so gentle yet zealous with his kiss, Y/N found herself losing her breath the more he intensified their kiss. She didn't hesitate to part her mouth when his tongue swiped over her upper lip, she allowed him to take advantage as he wanted, wet muscle roaming all around her cavern. Just as they were getting lost in their passion, they were soon reminded they weren't alone when the other male cleared his throat rather exaggerated, his eyes elongating themselves even more as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Reluctant to break away from his dear sugar baby, Yeosang nonetheless took a step back.

"Now honey, Sannie here was very hurt by what he calls your betrayal."

San crossed his arms and let out an angered puff of air.

"Why don't you make it up to him? Show him how sorry you are?" Yeosang suggested, although Y/N knew it was more of a command.

Propping herself into all fours, she crawled over to the other side of the bed where San was. She tried reaching for his zipper, but San retracted himself away before she could even touch him.

"I don't know if I want a dirty slut's mouth sucking my cock. Who knows what else she's put in there?" He sneered at her, which made Y/N look down in shame.

Shaking his head, Yeosang walked over and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"San, stop being that way. Our Y/N is a good girl and she wants to make up for what she did. And I know for a fact you really enjoy having her suck you off."

San bit down at his bottom lip, enticed by the thought of his favorite doll's mouth stuffed full with his cock.

"Plus look at her, she wants your cock in her mouth too." Yeosang whispered softly in his ear.

Looking back down at the younger female, San took in her eyes that were widened like a deer's and staring up at him with a yearning. Although he made up his mind to give in, purely for his own satisfaction, he was going to have fun with it first.

"You want to show me you're sorry by sucking my cock babygirl?" San tilted his head down at her.

She quickly nodded her head, which displeased the other male.

"Words princess. Those lips of yours aren't just there to adorn your pretty face, now speak up or I'll take away your ability to speak." Yeosang gave her the first warning of the night.

"Yes, I want to show my daddy how sorry I am. Will daddy let me suck his huge cock?" She ended her inquiry by poking her tongue out to wet her lips.

With a totally smug grin, San started to unzip his pants.

"Hmmmm I don't know if you truly deserve to suck off my cock, after all, it's a superior cock to all the other one's you've had, aside from Yeosang's." He added, to which his friend couldn't help but smirk at.

"So why don't you beg first and then maybe I'll think about it?" But San and Yeosang both knew he'd end up face fucking the girl on the bed.

"Please daddy, let me suck your cock. I know I've acted like a total slut, but please use my mouth as you wish. Fuck yourself on my face until you make a mess of me."

With a satisfied gaze, San didn't hesitate to strip himself out of his pants, revealing that he had not worn any underwear underneath at all. Getting a peak over at Yeosang's disgruntled look, San could only shrug.

"We both know we'd end up fucking her either way so what was the point?"

Noticing that Y/N seemed to brighten up at his words, San was quick to tear down any illusions she had.

"Don't get ahead of yourself missy. Just cause I said we'd fuck you, it doesn't mean we're going to let you cum."

She couldn't help but pout her lips when he shut her down so cruelly. Resting a palm on the top of her head, San grabbed the base of his erect member and tapped the head along her upper lip.

"Maybe if you suck me off real good, I might think about it."

Lips parting around his cock, Y/N hummed as San sunk his length deeper inside her mouth. He sucked in a deep breath and then released a heavy groan, head tilting back as he slowly rolled his hips forward. Y/N generously opened her mouth to make way for his entire cock to slide in and out of her. San started a slow pace at first, wanting to savor the feeling of her wet mouth engulfing his entire shaft.

"Shit, you always treat me so well." He said in a raspy voice when he felt Y/N start suckling around his length.

"Told you she was our good little girl." Yeosang spoke up from the other side of the bed, watching in earnest as his friend was getting his cock sucked by their sugar baby. Feeling the atmosphere get heated, Yeosang started unbuttoning his dress shirt, peeling it open enough for his rock hard abs to peek out, a sight very few got to behold. He ran a hand down his thigh, resisting the urge to whip his own member out and jerk off to the scene in front of him. As much as he wanted to, he had a lot of self control and he'd much rather have Y/N wrap her own hands around his cock. Or better yet, he'd rather pound it into her pussy.

San continued to let our groan after groan, his hips starting to become more aggressive in their movements. With a hand gripping the back of her head, he forced her face down until she was gagging all around his shaft. When he released her, she only managed to take a deep breath before he was bucking his hips up into her mouth in a continuous motion.

"Oh God- yes that's right. Suck my cock like the good whore you are."

Y/N felt herself clench around nothing when he heard San speak up above her. Hollowing her cheeks even further, one of her hands slid up San's thigh and then cupped his balls. That action had him throwing his head back as he drove himself into her mouth more roughly.

"Oh fuck babygirl, you're driving me insane."

If she could, Y/N would have smiled at the praises San was now bestowing upon her. She made sure to squeeze and fondle his balls as she knew he'd like, further heightening the pleasure he was feeling. She was so concentrated and focused on sucking San off that she didn't realize Yeosang had leaned closer towards them. One of his hands delicately came up to caress his baby's ass, fingertips brushing across her soft skin and creeping closer to her tiny hole. With a sly smile, he plunged his middle finger inside her, wiggling it slightly before curling it up and rubbing it on her hood.

"Yeosang-" San growled when he was made aware of what was happening only because when Yeosang started pushing his finger inside Y/N's pussy, she had given him a particularly long suck that caught him off guard, nearly throwing him over the edge.

Smiling unapologetically, Yeosang merely added a second finger into her hole, using them to spread her folds apart.

"She's mine too and I get to play with her however I want."

Although muffled due to San's cock, Y/N was moaning wildly as Yeosang swirled and circled his fingers into her, his thumb playing close attention to her clit.

"My cute little doll for me to play with." He finished saying as he continued to finger her hole.

"Yeah? Well right now I'm going to paint this little doll's face with my cum. Make a mess on her."

Holding her head in place, San shut his eyes and through gritted teeth began to recklessly fuck himself against her face, his tip hitting the back of her throat every time he pushed back in. As soon as his cock twitched, San pulled himself out and quickly began pumping his length. Making sure to get as close as possible, San groaned in ecstasy when sputters of his cum started pouring out and landing on Y/N's face. Yeosang himself whined lowly as he watched the white liquid trickle down her forehead, cheeks and even her nose. Whatever fell close to her mouth was quickly cleaned up by her tongue, further pleasing the male she just brought to his climax.

"Oh you're such a dirty girl." He grinned at her.

Knowing his friend wasn't done with her quite yet, Yeosang slipped his fingers that were still lodged in her heat out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he licked it all clean as he saw how San began turning her so her ass was now facing him.

"You sucked me off like a champ baby, but you know my hard on is difficult to get rid of."

She did indeed knew, having been used over and over by solely him in just one night. It seemed he was insatiable when it came to her, never leaving without at least making sure they came 4 to 6 times. If Yeosang was added to the equation, then it'd be less, but only because it would get more rough, kinky and he'd insist on not pushing their precious princess too far.

Y/N eagerly pushed her ass up as far as she could, wiggling it a little just to put on a show for San, which he noticed.

"Does the little slut now want to get fucked from behind?" San teased, his hardening member poking at one of her cheeks.

"Please Daddy." She made sure to remember the manners Yeosang had taught her, the latter smiling proudly that she remembered the training he'd given her.

"All right, but only cause you said please."

They both moaned out, one from the overwhelming feeling of his member being gripped tightly and the other from having her walls stretched out so deliciously. Y/N couldn't get comfortable just yet, as there was still an extra pair of eyes watching them and he was now beginning to strip himself out of his clothes, his eyes peering down at the younger female so intensely.

"San, quit playing around and fuck her, but make sure she doesn't cum."

Before Y/N could get a chance to say anything, any words about to come out of her mouth were strangled out when the man behind her started pounding his cock into her core. His hands were gripping down harshly on her skin, using her ass as leverage to push himself back inside her even more deeper. Yeosang stood to the side watching all this with an eerily serene and pleased smirk. As much as he loved punishing and fucking their babygirl himself, he preferred and enjoyed more watching San carry out his orders and punish her instead. San may be the one who mostly took action, but it was always at Yeosang's commands. He was the true mastermind behind everything that happened in the bedroom. His cock was painfully hard as he reveled in the sight of seeing his friend's cock being driven inside Y/N's pussy.

"You enjoying this you fucking sadist?" San snarled as he noticed the way Yeosang was staring. Wanting to toy around with Yeosang for a bit, he cupped a bit of Y/N's hair in his hand before yanking on it so her face would look up at Yeosang.

Smiling with no remorse, Yeosang chuckled under his breath.

"More than you'll ever comprehend. Now can you please add a little bit more spice in this? Make it hard for our princess to not cum."

Having the perfect idea in mind, San used the free hand that wasn't gripping her hair to come down and spank one of her ass cheeks.

"F-fuck!" Y/N cried out as her body jolted forward.

"You heard Yeosang. Don't you dare cum at all baby." He warned her as his hand landed 2 more smacks across her skin.

Y/N's legs began trembling under San. The combination of his hips snapping his cock deep in her plus his hand striking her ass was becoming unbearable to withstand. She wanted to cum so badly, especially after hours of being edged and toyed around with before. Her eyes looked over to Yeosang, silently pleading him to allow her to give into her much anticipated release. But he remained unmovable, he just continued to watch her as his hand slowly stroked his shaft.

"Please daddy....." She whimpered in a rather pathetic manner, trying hard not to clench around San's dick.

When Yeosang moved towards her, she thought that maybe she'd get what she wanted, but instead she shuddered when he suddenly gripped her face harshly.

"I told you time and time again that I want you to use your words, but it seems you just don't get it. So why don't we try to fix that?"

Releasing her cheeks rather harshly, Yeosang looked over to San.

"San, do me a favor and shut her up for a while. I don't want to hear any sound from her for a few minutes."

Getting the hint of what Yeosang wanted, San sent him a knowing smile.

"It'll be my pleasure."

Pressing his hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face until it was completely sunken in the mattress underneath them. Yeosang smirked with satisfaction as he heard Y/N's screams being muffled now as San intensified his thrusts, the new angle making it easier for his dick to hit her g-spot each time he pushed back in.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum." He gasped out, frantically chasing his high.

"Cum inside her."

That command shocked even San. Ever since they started the relationship, they had never once came inside Y/N's hole, always preferring to cum on her body.

"Have you lost your-"

"Did I stutter? Either you cum inside her little cunt and fill her up or I'll make sure neither of you are cumming at all."

Knowing fully well Yeosang was very capable of making it happen, San didn't press the matter any further and caved in. With feral groans, he stilled his hips as he began emptying himself inside Y/N, cock spurting out endless amounts of cum that painted her walls. Even though her sounds were semi muted, both of them could make out her frustrated whines at not being allowed to cum while feeling San's hot semen pool into her. Releasing his hold on her, San pulled out of her and quickly stepped aside as he could tell Yeosang couldn't hold back anymore.

Before Y/N could fully catch her breath or get a hold of herself, she gasped when she was suddenly turned around on her back as Yeosang stared at her with hunger and lust. She let out a choked wail when his cock entered her and gave her no time to prepare as he started a merciless rhythm of tearing into her pussy. With her legs thrown over his shoulders, the position only made her more weak. Her clit and folds were beyond pink, bordering on a crimson red and were puffed up to an extreme. Tears brimmed down her face as she felt her body give into the overwhelming pleasure she was feeling. Her body was so exhausted after so much foreplay and being used for her daddies' twisted ways that she felt like she was going to pass out from how intense her growing orgasm was becoming. She couldn't feel or register anything aside from the burning between her legs and the sound of skin slapping that was heard throughout the room.

"You wanna cum now my little doll?" Yeosang taunted at her, one hand snaking to her neck once more and squeezing softly.

"Yes! P-please let me cum!" She begged fervently, shouting as loud as she could even though her throat was being constricted.

"Fine. I think you learned your lesson princess. Now cum for me. Cum for your daddy." He instructed her.

With eyes rolling to the back of her head, Y/N's body started convulsing uncontrollably under Yeosang's. Her vision blurred as shockwaves gripped at her body and had her dissolving into a puddle of intense pleasure. Throughout all this, Yeosang continued to plunge his cock into her, not stopping until his own cum was flooding her heat, mixing in with her juices and with San's cum that had been previously bestowed inside her. He had a completely unapologetical and proud smile as he pulled out to watch his cum seep out of her.

"One of us is going to get you pregnant babygirl.... let's wait and find out."