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lucidlivi · 10 months

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Messes and Marriage

Requested: @k-slla

Jensen/Dean Tags: @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @perpetualabsurdity @antisocialcorrupt @heavenlyackles @anixiiee @jackles010378 @suckitands33 @deans-spinster-witch @hzllxhoundxx @alternativeprincess @spnbaby-67 (if you like to be added to my everything tag list please indicate by saying "please tag me in everything Jensen/Dean")

Warning: Mature Themes (shower sex) and Fluffy As Fuck

“Jensen please I’m sorry.” I squealed running around to the other side of the kitchen island.

“oh no sweetheart it’s on now!” Jensen laughed, holding a spoonful of cake batter.

Jensen and I were attempting to bake a cake for my parents that were supposed to be coming over later tonight, however we got a little off task.

I giggled looking at the cake batter that graced his nose and cheek.

"my hand slipped!" I laughed.

"oh yeah? and you just conveniently had cake batter on your hand?" he smirked getting closer.

"It was an accident." I said giving him my pouty lip.

"of course baby, and this will be too."

I closed my eyes as Jensen appeared in front of me, wiping the cake batter down my nose and on to my cheek. I cringed feeling the gooey substance on my skin. I opened my eyes to see Jensen wearing a wide grin.

"happy now?" I asked sticking my tongue out at him.

"I think I missed a spot." Jensen said swiping some over my lips.

I smiled as he leaned down capturing my lips with his in a kiss. He went to pull away but I grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer.

It's been over three years now that we've been together, but I'll never get tired of the feeling of his lips on mine.

I pulled away licking the excess cake batter off my lips. I smirked seductively and took my finger, dipping it in the cake batter and wiping a line of it across his neck.

"oops." I whispered with a flirty look.

"guess you're going to have to get that off now huh?" Jensen growled lustfully.

I stood on my tip toes slowly licking the cake batter from his neck. Jensen let out a quiet moan as I left sweet kisses on where my tongue has just been.

He moved his head to the side, giving me better access. I took the opportunity to nip the skin of his neck, sucking it gently, but hard enough to leave a mark.

Jensen grabbed the back of my neck, bringing my lips off his neck. He crashed his lips back on to mine, kissing me passionately. I put my hands under his shirt, running them over his torso. Jensen picked me up setting me on the island without breaking the kiss.

As he did this, the bowl with the cake batter fell off and clattered to the ground, sending cake batter all over our kitchen floor.

"oops" Jensen laughed, causing me to laugh as well.

"we probably should clean that up." I whispered out of breath.

"yeah we probably should." Jensen said leaning his forehead against mine.

Jensen reconnected our lips in a slow lustful kiss.

"or it can wait." he whispered, raising his eyebrows.

"it can definitely wait." I panted.

Jensen picked me up throwing me over his shoulder. I shrieked as he ascended the staircase giving my butt a light smack. He brought me to our master bathroom, gently setting me down on the side of the tub. I watched him start the shower before stripping his shirt over his head.

I stared at him lovingly and lustfully. I still couldn't believe out of all the beautiful women in this world that he chose me.

I had worked on the show as a special effects artist, only getting to see him when there was an especially bloody scene.

I'm sure you can imagine my surprise when he started to come around, hanging out in the makeup trailer while we were working on his cast mates. I didn't think anything of it at first, not until Anna, another makeup artist, started to gossip about how Jensen was looking at me.

"you're crazy Anna, he could literally have anyone in the world, why would he waste his time with me?"

I was even more surprised when those ten little words left his lips.

"would you like to go on a date with me?"

Of course as my luck would have it, our first date was a little bit of a disaster. Our waiter spilled red wine all over my dress just minutes in to the meal, and embarrassing me in front of the handsome actor.

Jensen took me back to his place, offering me a shirt and some boxer shorts and we ordered takeout. I was thankful but still felt embarrassed, even though it wasn't my fault.

Jensen then brought out another bottle of red wine, as he was opening it he seemingly popped the cork "too harshly" spilling the wine on his nice dress shirt. I smiled as he started to laugh.

"guess we're both a mess."

He did it on purpose of course, trying to make me feel better. It was a disaster date at first, but I knew from that moment on what we had was something special. I cautiously agreed to be his girlfriend shortly after our first date, believing all of this too good to be true.

I remember the first time we stepped out as a couple, of course it came with scrutiny from other people who didn't know anything. I remember wanting to pull out of the relationship at one point, not being able to deal with the gossip, or the people suddenly very interested in every move I made.

I couldn't do it though.

Every time we were alone, it reminded me of why I agreed to be his in the first place. When we were alone he wasn't Jensen Ackles the famous actor from Supernatural, he was just Jensen, the guy who purposely spilled wine on himself so I wouldn't be embarrassed.

I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. But when it hit me, it hit me like a freight train, and I knew from that moment on, I couldn't live without him, nor would I want to.

"what's going on in that head of yours angel?" Jensen asked, squatting down so he was eye level with me.

"just how much I love you." I smiled, watching his eyes light up.

"I love you too sweetheart." he quickly responded.

Jensen offered me his hand, pulling me to my feet.

"let's get cleaned up sweetheart." he smirked, grabbing the bottom of my shirt slowly pulling it over my head.

He brought his lips down slowly kissing me. He took the time to slowly undo the tie on my shorts before sliding them over my butt and down my legs.

I stuck my hands in the waist band of his sweats tugging them down his legs. Jensen brought his hands behind my back, unclasping my bra with ease. I moaned as his lips parted from mine, traveling south towards my now bare chest.

"I swear you get more beautiful everyday." Jensen whispered

I gasped as his fingers tugged at my panties, before running over the spot where I needed him the most.

"how did I get so lucky?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Jensen inserted two of his fingers, gently thrusting them in and out. I moaned and grabbed his length through his boxers, gently stroking him.

"I'm the lucky one J." I whispered sinking to my knees. causing his hands to fall away from me.

Jensen groaned in pleasure as I slid his boxers down, running my hand up and down his long length. I parted my lips, slowly taking him in my mouth.

I took more of him in, causing him to throw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. He gently put a hand in my hair as I worked him with my mouth. I could feel his legs start to shake, signifying he was close to his release.

He pulled away from my lips before that could happen, helping me back to my feet. Jensen pulled me in to the steady stream of water, allowing it to coat both of our bodies.

"I need you J." I whined.

Jensen put his lips back on mine in a rough, hungry kiss. He picked me up, pinning me to the shower wall with his large body.

I moaned as he slipped inside, the steady stream of water mixed with our arousal allowing him to do so with ease. He thrusted quickly, causing a string of moans and curse words to leave my swollen lips. I sank my hips down meeting his thrusts as best I could.

"I love you Jensen." I panted, feeling the knot in my stomach start to unravel.

"not as much as I love you (y/n)" Jensen groaned.

A few more thrusts had us both spilling our arousal. Jensen kissed me tenderly before setting me back on my feet. I laughed as he still sported cake batter on his face. I'm sure I did too. Jensen took his hand gently wiping it away from my cheek and nose.

"guess we're both a mess." I whispered, quoting the very words he'd said on our first date.

I could see the smile grow on his face in recognition.

"I kind of like making messes with you though." I added with a laugh.

"I could make messes with you forever." Jensen said kissing my now clean nose.

I took my hand, wiping the batter from his face now.

"forever huh, that's a lot of messes." I giggled.

"I mean it (y/n), I want to make messes with you for the rest of my life." Jensen said, staring deeply in to my eyes.

I could feel my pulse quicken at his confession. Was he saying what I think he was saying?

"Jensen, are you saying..." I started but he quickly cut me off.

"Marry Me."

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I stared at the man I love. I was lucky enough to get this feeling, and now I get it forever. I didn't realize I had just been staring until he spoke up again.

"say something please baby." Jensen pleaded.

"are you kidding of course I want to marry you." I said bringing him down for a passionate kiss.

"I actually was going to ask your dads permission tonight, but I can't wait any longer, I want you, all the time, for the rest of my life." Jensen said kissing all over my face causing me to giggle.

"I want you all the time, for the rest of my life." I said smiling.

"I guess we have a lot more messes to make." Jensen smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"and a lot of messes to clean up." I laughed thinking of the cake batter still all over our kitchen floor.

"our life, messes and marriage." Jensen laughed.

"to messes and marriage."

Author Note:

I hope I did your idea justice @k-slla! I appreciate all the love and support you give me and continue to give me, as well as everyone else who constantly reads and interacts with my pieces! If you like this one, please leave a heart, comment, reblog or follow! I appreciate it! Also for the others that have put in a request, fear not I am getting to them slowly but surely!

xoxo

Liv

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candiid-caniine · 6 months

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Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

#t4t nsft #asks #gen #denial #h/d #advice #💫 anon

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wannab-urs · 4 months

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Javier Peña Masterlist

Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

in the a.m. - smut, angst | AO3

Type: series Status: in progress Summary: Between sleeping with informants and getting in bed with Los Pepes in the fight to bring down Escobar, Javier Peña also finds time to be with you. Wrestling with crippling self hatred, Javi tries and fails to keep his blood stained hands off of you. Based on some of my favorite Arctic Monkeys songs Tags: smoking, probably shit spanish, smut, angst, established situationship, emotionally unavailable!Javi, references to past arguments/past hookups because this has been an ongoing thing and I love to start in the middle of a story, loose fit series, trauma, probably, sad!Javi, self hating!Javi, Javi very briefly picks you up, Javi crying, Javi yelling, reader yelling, did I mention angst?

Perfecta, mi amor - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, request Word Count: 800 Summary: soft!dom Javi talks you through a facefucking blowjob. Tags: Soft dom!Javi P, sub!reader, Javi P talks you through it, blow job, deep throating, face fucking, excessive praise kink (obviously), reader is referred to in Spanish with feminine phrases so she's a lady this time. Reader has hair that Javi can interact with?

This Night Has Opened My Eyes - smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word Count: 900 Summary: You’ll do anything to avoid getting arrested (smut) Tags: Dubcon with a twist, reader is so very very into it, derogatory language (putita, little whore), bondage (handcuffs), rough sex (no prep).

Something Sweet - fluff, smut | AO3

Type: one shot Word count: 2.1k Summary: You’re new to the team in Colombia and all alone on your birthday. Your partner, Javier Peña, decides to do something sweet for you. Tags: Set vaguely during season 1 before Javi gets extra angsty, canon compliant-ish, reader feeling lonely, sassy!reader, flirty!javi, alcohol (wine), brief mention of a gun bc I feel like a DEA agent wouldn’t just answer the door all willy nilly, kissing, javi asking for consent, but y’all did share a bottle of wine, kissing, fingering f receiving, marking, unprotected PinV, cuddling. I always write angsty Javi, but this is FLUFF, so sorry if it’s OOC, I’m slightly out of my element here.

Under Your Skin - smut | AO3

Type: one shot, pedrostories secret santa 23 Word Count: 3.5k Summary: You’ve worked on Chucho’s ranch since you were 15 years old, grew up with Javi, loved Javi… He comes back after nearly 20 years to find you hooking up with a certain former secret agent. He’s jealous, for sure, but of who? Tags: MMF, post season 3 of Narcos, AU where Jack gets kicked out of the Statesmen instead of burgered, Javi being bi and repressed, Jack being a bisexual slut, SMUT, MMF dynamics, oral (f receiving), javi being a dick, oral (m receiving), javi tries to hit jack, gay kissing (!!!), making out, face sitting, reader kinda gets used and likes it, nipple play, throat fucking, Eiffel tower moment, brief f masturbation, brief m masturbation, pet names (sugar, cowboy, baby, hermosa), truly unreasonable amounts of cursing i’m sorry i talk like this, and also unreasonable amounts of southern phrasing, again sorry I talk like this, unprotected PIV, creampie, cum eating, teasing Javi, actually 90% porn with like a little backstory, kind of enemies to lovers, they’re all ranch hands technically, also they’re all romantically into each other but also javi is dumb and jack can’t believe anyone would want him for more than sex haha oops :)

Bittersweet - smut, angst | AO3

Type: one shot Word count: 1.1k Summary: You're perfect to him, but he's not good enough for you and never could be. Tags: kind of derogatory mention of “whores,” SMUT, javier peña’s oral fixation, I’m imagining season 3 Javi but it’s up to you, reader is 20ish, wears a skirt, is referred to as sweet, and is able bodied. Soft and then mean!javi.

Savior Complex - angst, smut-ish | AO3

Type: drabble Word count: 570 Summary: Javi wants to take care of you, but you won’t let him Tags: angst, brief not quite smut, horny thoughts, food mention, toxic relationship, reader is wearing a skirt but is otherwise undescribed, javi grabs you in a nonsexual way, arguing.

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years

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I was hoping to get your opinion on this entire holivia situation. You seem very open and patient to anons and I enjoy reading your responses. Why do you think it is that Harry and his team seem to have less of a say or control when it comes to this particular stunt? I understand there is a hollywood movie involved but it still seems oddly excessive to me. In the past Harry has been able to put his foot down and even cut beards off when they've behaved a little OTT but not with this one. tbc.

Hi there!

Sorry this took a while, you guys always hit me with the interesting stuff when I have other things I really ought to be doing. Oops. 😅

So, I know that I maybe sound like a broken record with my disclaimers, but when we talk about topics like this, I think it’s really important to remind ourselves that all we’re capable of doing is inferring. We don’t actually have any concrete knowledge about what Harry and Olivia’s stunt contract stipulates, what the overarching goals of the stunt are, what their red lines are, how they negotiated things, how things have evolved and whether the contract is flexible, etc. and we’re not ever going to have access to that info. I say this because I think we as a fandom sometimes have the habit of talking about situations like we know things for certain, because we’re often looking to each other for guidance and to make sense of very complex professional and personal situations that, unfortunately, tend to weigh very heavily on us emotionally, and part of fandom “health” (at least for me) is getting comfortable with not knowing and never getting a definitive answer.

Another really important thing to note (that someone very smart pointed out in a tag on one of my posts, I wish I could tag you) is that personal and professional goals are very different. What someone wants to achieve professionally can be (and very often is) contradictory to what they may want for their personal life. Part of living in the real world is understanding that that tension and complexity is always going to exist, and it’s actually extremely rare for those two things to align, especially in a career where success is almost entirely dependent on public love and support. I don’t think that’s said often enough when we discuss closeting and Harry and Louis’ situations.

All that said, let’s get into your question. (This is going to get long, so I apologize.)

Firstly, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a situation where Harry/his team have ever “put their foot down” when it comes to a stunt, but more importantly, I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a stunt be “over the top” like this. So, when you say Olivia’s team says “jump” and Harry’s team says “how high?” I think that’s a bit of a misreading of the situation.

My guess is what you’re actually seeing is Olivia using the loopholes in their contract to her utmost advantage, which no other stunt has either thought to do, or had enough leverage to do in the past. We have to remember that these negotiations likely happened at the beginning of DWD, and at that time, Olivia was in a different professional situation than she is in now. She was his director, she was casting him, she was his professional superior, and negotiating something like a PR stunt with your professional superior is a delicate thing because, no matter how popular or accomplished Harry is or how much Olivia may have wanted his fan base for the movie, the power dynamics are still very much present. Compounded with the fact that Olivia herself was who they were pitching as his stunt partner, it would have been very easy to write something in the contract that she could take as a personal insult and that could’ve very easily jeopardized his role in the movie, their working relationship, his reputation as an up and coming actor… the list goes on.

That particular complexity has never existed with any of Harry’s other stunts (even the more high profile ones like Taylor and Kendall) because he’s never been directly beholden to them in a professional capacity. The worst thing that could’ve happened to him if he’d insulted those stunt partners somehow is calling the deal off and a few scathing rumors and songs here or there. With Taylor and Kendall, Harry was always an equal, not a subordinate. With the others, they had a vested interest in staying in Harry’s good graces by not pushing the boundaries, because he was a lot more famous than most of them. Olivia, however, seems not to care about pushing that boundary, mostly, I think, due to her personality, her “alpha-female” approach to her career goals, and the fact that Harry is likely to continue to conduct himself as professionally as he can even in a trying situation, so the backlash she gets from him, personally, is probably not enough to dissuade her.

Secondly, an important part of workplace politics is maintaining amicable business relationships. That means knowing how to choose your battles and always having professional reasoning (as opposed to personal) behind the battles you do choose to fight. So, I don’t actually think Harry’s more “on board than ever” but rather that he’s choosing his battles. And, if we’re honest, there’s no professional reasoning behind Olivia not being at multiple shows, or being papped in his merch, or them being papped together. “You’re annoying,” and “you annoy me,” and “my die hard fans can’t stand the sight of you” (and, also apparently for Olivia, “you’re having family issues that you need to deal with”) can’t really compete with consistent engagement with tabloids, Twitter trends, conversion rates (of GP to casual listeners to stans), Harry being placed on Hollywood’s radar, etc. However, it seems like when there is solid professional reasoning behind shutting down a decision, Harry and his team do take it. We’ve seen that in the social media and print media gag order (Olivia wasn’t allowed to mention him in her Vogue interview though she tried very hard to insinuate a confirmation) and the pivot in terms of the Harry’s House narrative (that I suspect largely had to do with how they plan to navigate My Policeman promo). I think our frustration as a fandom lies in that it’s not easy for us not to equate things that are annoying with things that are damaging to our relationship with Harry because when you’re as emotionally involved as we are, it all feels the same.

Lastly, I think we have to remember that the music industry and Hollywood are entirely different beasts, and I bring that up for two reasons:

1) Stunts serve different purposes, depending on the situation. For Harry Styles, singer-songwriter, it was meant to closet him, give an intriguing background to his love songs, make people interested in him, maybe even be used as a cover for why sex-symbol-rockstar-modern-day-Rolling Stone doesn’t ever take anyone back to his hotel room.

For Harry Styles, up and coming actor, it’s both to closet him and to keep people interested in him and his projects when he technically still has nothing to show for it. You can’t be interested in an actor from that one ensemble cast three years ago, even if it was a Nolan film. There needs to be a reason for him to be top of mind, especially when he technically has no body of work to give him credibility. Like it or not, a fauxmance is the way to do that, and at the end of the day, we have to remember that Harry does want to break into Hollywood. So, he has to play the game.

2) While we often joke about Larry being the music industry’s worst kept secret, it doesn’t necessarily follow that that would be the case in Hollywood. When Harry and Louis first got together, they were incredibly young (and not very good at hiding their feelings), and the people around them held relatively close ranks. They had the same bodyguards, their band was close, they worked with the same producers and song writers, they were in the same meetings, they used the same people as the crew over and over, and that level of environmental control made it much easier to mitigate the risk of them being outed while still allowing them to be “out” in their immediate environment (whether literally or through song writing). That seemed to carry over to their solo careers, where they seem to stay within the same professional circles of people as much as possible for, I suppose, many reasons, but also because I think they’ve built the kind of trust with these people that’s really hard to come by when you’re famous and closeted.

But, Harry doesn’t have that environmental control in Hollywood. He can’t call the shots on a movie set, or handpick the crew, or have time to develop that trust with all the people around him. And so, the answer to that is, if he can’t be fully out, he has to keep up some semblance of the closet by stunting, and that means, if Olivia wants to push the boundaries of their contract by being around all the damn time, then her inescapable presence, however annoying, at least serves to keep the narrative as consistent as possible with the least amount of Harry’s effort required.

TL;DR - It’s likely that Olivia is taking advantage of loopholes in a contract that was negotiated when she had professional leverage over Harry and his team, Harry and team need to choose their battles (and, I believe, have) with regards to the stunt and technically, however frustrating Olivia’s constant presence is, it’s not professionally damaging to Harry (so far) which makes it hard to draw lines for “smaller” nuisances, stunts in the music industry vs Hollywood have different goals, and unlike in the controlled circle of his professional environment in the music industry, in Hollywood, Harry likely still needs to keep up appearances because he doesn’t have the capacity to mitigate the risk of being officially outed in such a wide group of people.

Hope that was interesting to read and was at least halfway coherent!

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #holivia #stunt tw #stunt discussion #holivia tw

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raccoonfallsharder · 8 months

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Chapter 14/20+. Window Across the Galaxy [added 9/27/2023 ♡]

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

She sighs - not heavily or dramatically. Not even reluctantly. It’s just a tired sort of exhalation, like she’s so exhausted her lungs can’t hold onto air anymore. “I’m sorry,” she says to the windshield. Why does every word she says hurt so much lately? “I should’ve told you,” she says placidly. “I promised you I would tell you, and even Pete told me to tell you, and I kept putting it off. Because…it’s a long, dumb story.” A puff of a cynical, self-deprecating laugh. “And because I didn’t want to tell it.”

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

we remain in the angst for this chapter + about half of the next. then we're back in again two chapters out.

General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut. let me know via comment, message, or ask if you'd like to be added or removed from my fanfic/headcanon taglist ♡

General Summary~

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best raccoon

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship. Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron. Chapter III. A Kindness.in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last. Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food. Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave. Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course. Chapter VII. I'm Here.in which we visit Knowhere. Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.” Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking. Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way. Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost. Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes. Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm. Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared. Coming soon: Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slooowww burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). elements of hurt/comfort because rocket is the saddest-angriest boy. rating will go up and tags will be added to as needed.

@evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick

#window across the galaxy #rocket raccoon fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #slow burn #eventual smut #enemies to friends to lovers #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket x oc #rocket racoon x reader #enemies to lovers

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kiribaabe · 11 months

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Table For Two

Miguel O’ Hara/ Reader

Rating: NSFW

Tags: semi public sex, hand jobs, blow jobs. You get Miguel off under the table at a fancy dinner, that’s it, that’s the whole fic.

Words: 2.4k

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"Miguel, this is your one night off in weeks, can’t you try a little harder to relax and enjoy it?" You sigh when you notice the vein in your lover's forehead start to visibly twitch with his impatience.

Miguel wanted to take you out tonight—something nice to compensate for the excessive amount of time he’s spent at work here recently. It’s supposed to be a laid back evening with delicious food and wine, and time to catch up on things you haven’t had the opportunity to talk about here lately.

Instead, Miguel seems intent on stressing himself out about the service. Or more accurately, the absence thereof.

It was less than ideal, you had to admit. When you first arrived, they couldn’t even find your reservation, and after you were seated it took forever just for someone to swing by to ask for your drink order.

Now it was taking even longer for them to get back to your table.

It was a little aggravating, sure, but not nearly enough to get as worked up as Miguel is.

"I know, I know. I’m sorry. But there’s no reason I should have to hunt down a waiter just to get our glass of wine. Wine that's nearly two-hundred dollars a bottle, I might add. Ridiculous." He huffs, his tone tinged with displeasure.

You sigh again, quick to roll your eyes at the man in your company. He desperately needed to learn how to stop sweating the small stuff. He was far too pretty to be constantly stressed out all the time, especially over a trivial matter like this.

As sexy as you feel like he’d be with gray hair, you didn’t fancy seeing him with it so soon.

If only you could distract him.

You try making conversation, asking him about his day among other topics you felt may lighten his mood. When that doesn’t really seem to work, something more devious appears in your smile as a sudden idea comes to mind.

There are a few ways you know how to get Miguel Miguel to relax a little.

None of which you’ve done in public, though.

Well, there’s a first for everything, right?

Sneakily, you let Miguel continue his complaining and brush your hand against your fork, causing it to fall with a clink onto the floor. "Oops. Gosh, clumsy me." You laugh, not at all suspicious.

You catch the moment that Miguel lifts a curious brow your way, before you dip out of your seat and onto the floor. You glance around to make sure no one is looking at you, then crawl right under the table. It’s one of those big round ones with white cloth that drapes over it, long enough that it touches the floor. No one should be able to see you, so you’re quick to find a place to kneel between Miguel’s legs.

>> Ao3 <<

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #Miguel O’Hara/reader #reader insert #miguel x reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you

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sunriseverse · 14 days

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@vaynglories replied to your post “10, 14, 16, 17 for the writing q's!”:

I AM ASKING NOW. TELL ME ABOUT THE USES OF "BAD WRITING" (if you want to) (also hardcore agree on the first person thing. so many oft-hated-upon devices can be used to good effect, it's all about the manner in which they're used!)

okay sorry to only get to this [checks timestamp] twelve hours later BUT i have so so many feelings about this so thank you for encouraging me.

for this post, i'll be talking about the generally hated styles/types of writing, the ones that people always so to NEVER DO, that i can remember off the top of my head. (if i miss one that you want to hear about, let me know!!! i love talking about this subject.) i'll list them off very quickly so you have a general idea what i'm talking about: second person pov, first person pov, "excessive" italicisation, stream-of-consciousness, lack of dialogue tags, grammatical errors, repetition, "overly" detailed/purple prose, and omission of information.

(this got long, oops. sticking it below the cut for readability.)

as a brief preface, i'll say this: i think that a lot of these things are hard to pull off in a way that works. it takes a lot of experience, skill, and understanding of both the medium you're working with, and what each of these things conveys. but so often i see people warning authors away from them entirely, which is, in my opinion, shortsighted at best, and stunting of creativity at worst. now i'll give an explanation for each of these, and how i've used them/how i think they can be used effectively.

second person pov: this is arguably the most "intimate" pov, because you're making the reader an implicit party to the narrative, moreso than usual. that doesn't mean the narrator is the reader, though! second person pov can also help to create, paradoxically, a distance from the actual narrator. you can see this in the harrow the ninth novel, for one example, and in another, i've used second person a couple times in my recent works; here's an example of it:

You didn’t bother trying to answer. You knew well enough that the best option in the battlefield of pain was silence. They, you thought, perhaps, were waiting for you to make a sound; to groan, or grunt, or moan, or wail. They forgot you were as Zhang as they were. This was not a smugness; this was a fact you knew as well as the length of your fingers had been burnt into you.

here, the second person pov blurs the lines between the reader's experience, and xiaoge's experience, but does not make the reader the narrator; not that that would be a bad thing, but in this case, that's not what i was going for; you can tell who the narrator is based on details that are given. the second person pov also makes the narration feel more factual—it is being experienced rather than being observed.

first person pov: very common in YA novels, but adult novels have first person povs as well! you just don't hear about them as much. i would say first person pov is one of the harder things on this list, because it can be hard to characterise the narrator without making them feel too much like a self insert/audience insert. that said, first person pov is a great way to convey mystery, suspense, and have an unreliable narrator! to keep with giving examples, the main dmbj novels are told in first person form; they, therefore, are necessarily filtered through what wu xie deems important, and as you go further along, it becomes clear that someones—maybe even often—he's bending the truth, giving a very biased account, or just straight out lying or forgetting things, not to mention that, necessarily, there are things he just doesn't know that you don't learn about until either a. someone else states them upfront, or b. npss writes a third person pov novel that mentions the fact. some other novels with first person povs: the tiger's daughter, the employees, the murderbot diaries. the first two are epistolary, and the second two have mystery elements; in both cases, the first person pov has a specific purpose, which it fulfils well.

"excessive" italicisation: this is a complaint i've heard less often, but i have heard it, so it's going on the list. oftentimes people tell you to reserve italics for special occasions, not much unlike the way older generations would have told you to restrict your exclamation mark usage. it's a matter of stylistic preference, i'll be blunt, and carries with it a lot of implication that are culturally specific. for example, if you're writing in chinese, you necessarily cannot italicise—but i digress. italicisation is good for drawing special, specific emphasis to things; i've used it in my writing to indicate altered mental states before, as i have personal experience with my mental state being altered by psychiatric episodes that cause me to give undue attention to seemingly "trivial" things, changed my speech patterns, etc. from a very old pacific rim fic, where the narrating character is still suffering under the effects of being possessed and having his mental state altered by it:

This time, the guards don’t protest as Hermann dismisses them—a quick jerk of his head and they’re gone. “They gave me thicker socks this time,” Newt says conversationally, part of him wanting to shift from foot to foot, but he remains still.

as you can see, the italicisation gives the dialogue a strange, almost jarring, artificial quality. it's as if it's being read off by an autogenerated voice, rather than a human—which, considering the fic touches upon the experience of humanity, is fitting.

stream-of-consciousness: not a very common thing, but in my opinion, good for showing altered mental states—be it due to extreme fear or stress, mental health issues, or tense situations. i've used this a couple times, in a sha hai fic where li cu is experiencing a sudden realisation of what, exactly, is sharing his body with him, and the conflicting thoughts between him and the parasite, and i've also used it in sunrise more recently, describing xiaoge's experience hiveside, in a place that cannot properly be comprehended by the human mind:

The stone scrapes against the wall. Li Cu breathes, and blinks, and you are not alone in this body the other has noticed you the other must not be allowed to Li Cu wants to run wants to drown himself until the sensation leaves the panicked sparrow in his chest the body will listen to you and you will return to It because that is the only way this can end one foot before the other move slowly move steadily don’t harm this body it is all you have until It do not let the other do as it wishes Li Cu wants to yell wants to scream Li Cu wants to flee Li Cu is a rabbit in a snare Li Cu is a deer’s neck snapping beneat the force of a tiger’s jaws Li Cu is a sparrow Li Cu is a mouse Li Cu is fucking done no he is not fucking letting this thing do whatever it wants with the body is no longer listening the other has grown too strong a flameburst a flash of fangs the other has noticed the other should have been excised Li Cu is not fucking letting this be his end Li Cu is not fucking dying down here Li Cu is not, Li Cu is not, fingers clumsy on the zippers, fumbling as they shift through the contents, tubes and papers and they’re heavy on the hands they fit so nicely isn’t it strange it’s never been thought of before that excision isn’t always cutting isn’t it strange that excision can be burning too that you can cauterise an infection can cauterise an interloper can cauterise

and

in this place in this space he will have no moment to breathe no moment to blink no moment to slow in this place he will have no self no other only IT and ALL ELSE because that will be the truth of IT that it will see not in terms of differentiation but in SELF and OTHER and he will be OTHER and he will fight it better than anything or anyone before because he will be the only one who has the memory of before the only one who won’t corrupt at its touch though it will burn though it will sing and oh it will be blinding oh it will be vibrant oh it will paint the hollow of his mind in beautiful beautiful colours no other will be able to comprehend in this moment he will for a second become not OTHER but rather IT become not OTHER but SELF and it will be this that he fights mostly this that he battles the longest SUBSUMATION INTO THE WHOLE that he dances away from will be the CONSUMPTION that he holds the walls against firm will be this that he will try and summon the memories of THEM and this that will succeed but not for yet not for now NOT JUST QUITE NO NOW IS NOW IS NOW IS NOW IS

lack of dialogue tags: as long as you know what you're doing, it's actually not that hard to make it clear who's speaking even if you're not using dialogue tags. i haven't seen this in a published novel, but i've both used and seen it before in character study-type fics, and in remembered conversations, where the focus is less on a conversation happening, and more on the experience of the conversation. it also, in my opinion, tends to add a surreal atmosphere to the section it's being used in—more like an image than text. there is, of course, also the lack of dialogue tags in speech when talking about telepathic communication, but i don't think that that's usually what's being talked about when it comes to this.

grammatical errors: while annoying when made because an author doesn't know better, in the hands of an experienced writer, these can be very effective at conveying altered mental states, giving a sense of foreboding or surrealism, or for characters that aren't human or for some reason have no experience or memory of being human. i forgot to add this to the list, but grammatical errors also blend a bit with formatting errors—formatting is a great way to build a certain atmosphere, be that ascetic, horror, etc.

repetition: can be annoying, but has genuine applications! if there's a truth that a character holds particularly firmly, that might show up in repetitive narration. on top of this, if there's something particularly strange, eye-catching, or an overwhelming emotion or experience, this can also show up in repetition. repetition pressed closer together can give the sense of a stifling, claustrophobic atmosphere, or that a character is experiencing something overwhelming, and spread out, it can be used to establish themes and characterisation.

"overly" detailed/purple prose: i am a purple prose defender until the day i die. just because some people who don't know what they're doing make purple prose a slog doesn't mean that it's inherently bad. prose that's "excessively detailed" can be a good way to establish character—they may pay particular attention to detail due to, for example, constantly needing to be aware of their surroundings for safety or political reasons, etc—, and a good way to establish dynamics between characters, convey emotion, and give the world of the writing a more "realistic", vibrant feel to it. i especially appreciate detailed prose for its ability to convey emotion—as someone who's a character writer, i rely a lot on the prose to convey the character's emotions, and thus, characterise them, and carry the narrative.

omission of information: sometimes the narrator won't tell you things and that is not only okay, but also good! it can be a great way to characterise a character—what do they focus on? what do they avoid? what does this say about them? are they omitting these things only from those around them, only the reader, or both? how does the reader's perspective change if/when they find out what's been omitted? in my opinion, a lot of great usages of omission come from them being only omitted in one or two ways—as in, there are hints as to the omission, that the reader could have pieced together, but they trusted the narrator, or just didn't notice them because they were paying more attention to what was being said directly rather than what was being alluded to by the other characters. omission is similar, in my opinion, to plot twists—it works best when the reader had enough tools to figure it out, but for whatever reason, didn't.

okay that's the end of my very long rant. i hope this makes sense!!! and if there's things i missed let me know and i'll talk about them :)

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notasapleasure · 1 year

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Robin Hood S03E11 (2009)

Another staple of BBC afternoon TV that I barely watched. I doubt I saw this episode and if I did I definitely forgot it.

In which we await Isabella and her goons :) She is the Big Bad, and Joplin's character has no name so I suspect this appearance is brief and backgroundy and one for the completists but I needed some silly medieval nonsense after all the drama of Doctors.

In the meantime there's some powerful homoeroticism going on - Guy and Robin are teaming up to fight said Isabella, but first they have to have a brawl in the woodlitter about how Robin's dad seduced Guy's mum and how they both loved the same woman who Guy killed. My my, that's a lot of history for three seasons!

Ah, this is like....the third from last episode ever so I guess it's going to continue to be 1000% Extra.

Oh hello love!

Ok, he has no name, most of his lines are "Yes Sheriff" and he's largely there so Isabella has someone to monologue off, but otoh 🥵🥵🥵

Oh yes, there's also a soft wee Northern accent, it's rather lovely.

That is a LOOK. For my fellow Lymond fans reading this, yes he is too tall to be Jerott, but also yes, I still have a type. 🥴💀

And he has a little mission on his own now! Probably doomed tbh, given the no-name, one-episode, single-handedly being sent after the heroes kind of deal.

Thinking of @donnaimmaculata's tag for the show when Guy gets thrown in a jail cell and....all the inmates just fall on him, grabbing at him. The Guy of Gisborne fetish show indeed. And his brother Archer gets in on the action with some handcuffs and involuntary stripping!

Oop, arriving slightly too late to catch Robin at the Sheriff's table!

Also the Sheriff apparently has a memory like a sieve, but whatever. Look at this:

Pic spam incoming, he is a mere goon but GOD he’s my type of goon

Baby is having a dreadful day at work: one sheriff wants him to take two of these three idiots alive, but another sheriff has a vendetta against the third and just wants to have a good old fashioned hanging so he’d rather kill the lot. Nameless goons don’t get to argue with sheriffs :(

They do get really fricking sweet red-lined swishy cloaks though

Even goons are amazed when one brother betrays another!

Aww, like a very big cat bringing not-quite-dead shrews home to his boss.

Sorry buddy! Sheriff of York overrules your boss.

Cue chaotic failed execution scene and heartwarming reconciliation between Guy and Little John.

Sorry I only noticed the screenshots still had the control bar on when I’d closed the window and going back and getting new screenshots right now feels like excessive self-indulgence. Trust me when I say: big sword.

But he’s never going to get out of this, not with such excellent Villain Sword Handling Technique:

As you’d expect for the villain’s henchman in The Robin Hood Show :’)

Rating:

Dead? Decidedly. The show even showed Isabella being mad about it!

Evil? Now, far be it from me to apply modern concepts of morality to medieval society, life was often cheap and he lived by the sword. He didn’t kill the old man, he tried to bring the outlaws in alive, and the one he was going to kill was a nob. I don’t think he did anything wrong tbh.

Affects the plot? Oh my no.

4/5 my judgement is clouded by studded pleather, chainmail and big sword.

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #bbc robin hood #the enemy of my enemy #nameless goon rights!#someone should really teach henchmen better sword handling

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riverstardis · 2 years

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i think i’m gonna stop putting these in the main tag, just the classic casualty tag, so if anyone is actually still reading these that’s where they’ll be

excess baggage:

lily’s flat! she’s getting a rash? from tiredness and/or stress presumably

skskfkf dervla lying on the bed with max and zoe

ooh is this the episode where lily falls asleep on her moped

lmao cal going “try doing a ten hour shift and then going home and studying for four hours” and robyn laughs and goes “yeah right, cal”

connie visiting alfred again

oop lily’s late. very unlike her

lmaooo the patient with an arrow stuck in his arse says they were rehearsing the battle of as assundan and robyn lofty and cal all start laughing and lofty goes “ass… undan” sjdkfkkf

lily faints while holding the end of the arrow and it snaps off sjskkffk

why is connie yelling at her as if she could control when she fainted???

oh she’d been working on an idea for a research project on the role circadian rhythm plays in accidental injury… ironic lmao

was this guy on wolfblood?

i miss lily

ethan tries to take a clipboard from admin and dylan tells him to leave it because it’s the last in the department and it’s his and ethan goes “what there’s no clipboards? there’s no drip stands, there’s no pillows. if i get stopped by one more relative i’m gonna scream” i reckon he could probably do with a good scream tbh

dylan calling ethan ‘nathan’ again sjskdkkf

dixie giving iain an official verbal warning for his reckless behaviour💀 yeah you’re fighting a losing battle there i’m afraid

lmaooo ethan dodging a wheelchair going past but stepping right in the path of a trolley and being knocked over bless him sjskdkfjdj

dylan helps him up and ethan thanks him and dylan goes “perhaps looked a little hapless” and then when dylan and the porter that hit him have gone ethan’s like “a sorry wouldntve gona amiss” 🥺🥺

dylan expressing his concern for the junior doctors to connie “lilian- lily is dead on her feet, evan- ethan- whatever his name is is having a nervous breakdown, the tall one is completely unmanageable” and connie goes “your concern is commendable, it’s a shame you don’t know their names

cal asks lily if she’s okay and she’s like “i know what you’re doing. i’m having a really bad day so please don’t capitalise on it” and cal’s like “nice to know you think so highly of me” mate why would she think anything different considering you have done literally exactly that to her in the past??????

cal could be a good person when he put his mind to it

dylan spotting lily’s stress rash and sending her home, offering to call her a taxi

connie was so annoying here

oop there lily goes falling asleep on the road💀

#ah yes the junior doctors: lilian evan and the tall one #tbf dylan basically got ethan’s name right on average bc of you put evan and nathan together you get ethan #connie’s behaviour here is obviously a result of her mental state but that doesn’t stop it being frustrating to watch #classic casualty #excess baggage #bbc casualty #casualty

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tenelkadjowrites · 2 years

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The Trouble Began in the Summer - Bang Chan x Reader (NSFW)

🎄 Summary: Decorating the Christmas tree with your best friend, Bang Chan, is a yearly tradition. But this year it takes a new twist.

🎄 Word count: 4,836.

🎄 Genre and warnings: smut. one shot. fem pronouns for reader. best friends to lovers. unprotected sex. size kink. dirty talk.

🎄 Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @foggyinternetchaos - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @yunhofingers - @multihoe-net - @haruharu-egypt - @passionloveindividualityempathy (sorry if i miss anyone.)

this fic is not meant to represent bang chan in any way, shape or form.

“That’s the second ornament you’ve broken tonight.”

You stare at the shattered glass at your feet, sheepishly going, “Oops.”

“It’s fine. I got it.”

Your best friend, Chan, goes to clean up your mess yet again. You know that you should offer to help but are rooted to the spot. Your eyes linger on him as he leans over to sweep the pieces up, taking note of the way his hair falls in front of his face. You’re staring again, you scold yourself, turning around to face the Christmas tree, your heart racing. Next to the window, you can feel the coldness from the falling snow outside seeping through the glass. It is a heavy blanket, covering everything just outside your new apartment.

The trouble began in the summer. That had been the beach trip everyone took together – the yearly one that was usually a fun way to blow off steam. But things had changed on that trip…well, they had for you. You don’t think for a second that anything changed for Chan. How could anything ever change for him? The two of you had been friends since childhood. To him, you were still the girl who was constantly falling over in the playground, scraping her knees up and crying about it excessively. Chan always patched you up, just like he cleaned up all the ornaments you kept breaking. That was just part of your dynamic. It was unchangeable. It was safety and comfort. Your friendship was rock solid. So, why were you shifting it?

“Hey –”

Chan’s voice startles you out of your brooding, making you flinch. The ornament you had been holding falls out of your hands but he catches it at the last second, looking up at you incredulously.

“What is up with you tonight? Are your hands coated in butter or something?”

“No,” You snatch the ornament out of his hands, “I’m just low on sleep so I’m jumpy.”

His brows furrow together. You are sure he knows that you are lying. You hope he doesn’t push it. You hate lying to Chan, not just because it makes you feel guilty but also because he can see through your lies pretty quickly. It is difficult to hide things from someone you have known your entire life.

He runs his hands through his brown hair, straightening up. Chan is much larger than you – broad shouldered, in shape, with hands that dwarf yours. Since it is just tree decorating tonight, he is in simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. You hadn’t given much thought to how he looked until he came out of the ocean soaking wet during the summer trip and it felt as if you were seeing him for the first time. It was strange to be around someone almost daily and then bam – you suddenly truly saw them.

“We’ve been decorating the tree together since we were kids and you’ve never broken as many ornaments as you have tonight,” Chan points out, picking up his own to place on the tree, “Does it just feel different because this year is in your own place?”

Grateful for the excuse, you leap. “Yes, that’s it. It’s different. Feels strange not to be at home putting the tree up.”

“But I’m here,” Chan shoots you a crooked smile, “That should make it feel the same. Just the location is different.”

Oh, how you wish that is the only thing that is different. Mutely, you nod, placing a glass snowflake on the tree. When Chan smiles at you now, it makes your knees weak. Before, you would just smile back. When he laughs at something you say, you want to keep going just to hear him laugh more. When other women flirt with him – and they all do – the jealously that sparks in your chest unnerves you.

This is supposed to be your favourite time of year and instead you aren’t even enjoying it. Every day with Chan brings an old tradition from when you were kids and all you want to do is either kiss him or panic and run. The worst is he has no idea. You want to go bury yourself under a pile of blankets until the feelings for him pass but you are starting to think they will never leave.

“I like your place,” He remarks, in that accent of his you never paid much attention to until recently, when you would daydream about what he would sound like in bed, “I think it’s cute.”

“Me too,” At least you aren’t lying about this, “It’s nice having a place of my own.”

“You’ll let me crash on the couch when my roommates drive me crazy, right?” Chan asks as he places another ornament on the tree.

You nod silently, heart constricting at the idea of him being so close yet so far.

“Although your couch is still terrible. Can’t believe you brought that thing,” He complains, staring at the box of tinsel that has gotten so tangled both of you gave up on it ages ago, “We could just share your bed.” He plucks an ornament out of the pile, gazing at the tree to find the perfect spot.

“What?” You ask, thrown by the suggestion.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eyes. “What do you mean ‘what’? We used to have sleepovers all the time as kids.”

He isn’t wrong so you reply with, “Right. I know. Sure. Whatever you want.”

Silence falls between the two of you. The lights from the tree dance across Chan’s face as he focuses on decorating. This is something that should be comforting but instead the anxiety about being this close to him, feeling the way you do, is making the entire thing arduous.

You pick up a tiny snowman, standing on your tiptoes to try to hang it up higher on the tree.

“Here, I’ll help.” Chan says suddenly, moving behind you.

You stutter out a “N-no, I got it…” but your words trail off as Chan brings his hands around you to hang the ornament up on the tree.

This close you can smell the familiar scent of clean laundry and coffee that always seems to cling to him. His body is warm, his soft breathing against your neck as he brings his chin down gently on your shoulder to speak. With his arms around you, it is difficult to fight the urge not to lean back against him. Your entire body is screaming for Chan, every nerve alight with desire for your best friend.

“I’ll just do the rest of the ones higher up.” He says quietly and the tone feels strangely intimate even though the words are not.

“Okay.” You mumble, knowing that you are blushing, and your heart is racing a thousand miles a minute.

Chan moves away from you - to your relief and disappointment. He begins to focus on the taller branches of the tree as you plop down on the couch, needing a break from being so close to him. You pretend you are giving untangling the tinsel another go although your eyes have their own idea and keep flicking upwards to take quick glances at him. Not for the first time you wonder what it would be like to feel his shoulder muscles underneath your fingertips, holding onto him as –

“So, when were you going to tell me?” Chan asks suddenly, his back still to you, your fantasy coming to a screeching halt as your eyes drop down to the tinsel, your fingers hastily pretending to be untangling it.

“Tell you what?” You ask, wondering how much it would cost to just to buy new tinsel.

“That you have a crush on me.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at the tinsel in your hands as your mind scampers to figure out a response. Surely, Chan must be kidding. “What?” ends up being your clever response, unable to bring yourself to look upwards.

“When were you going to tell me that you had a crush on me?” He repeats slowly.

“Crush on you? Are we eleven?” You are deflecting, waiting for your brain to come up with a good lie.

“Alright,” He goes, “When were you going to tell me that you were getting feelings for me?”

You scoff, finally managing to tilt your head up to look at Chan. He has turned around to face you, a reindeer ornament in one hand. His expression is unreadable which makes you nervous, butterflies exploding in your stomach. You normally know how to read Chan. The fact you cannot in the moment you need to most scares the hell out of you. The lights from the tree twinkle and shine against his skin.

“What are you talking about? You’re kidding, right?” You reply.

Chan lets out a small sigh, plopping the reindeer on the table. Please don’t sit next to me, you think as he does, in fact, sit next to you. Your fingers curl protectively around the tinsel, wondering if you might be sick. This is so not the conversation you want to have in front of the Christmas tree.

“No, I’m not kidding. Do you think I’m that clueless I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been around me since the summer? Anytime I talk to you, you act like we just met. You skitter away if I stand too close. Every conversation with you feels perfunctory as if you can’t wait to get away from me.”

Confused, you go, “And that…makes you think I have feelings for you?”

“No, that made me think you wanted nothing more to do with me. It wasn’t until I confided in Felix about my concerns that I realized it could be something else.”

You think of his roommate, inwardly cursing the fact Chan decided to talk to someone else about your embarrassing behavior.

When you don’t reply, Chan’s gaze softens. That’s the look a hunter gives before he puts a deer down, you think, preparing yourself for the death blow of rejection.

“I tried being patient, waiting for you to tell me. I tried leaving all these moments in conversations where you could tell me things were changing for you. I laid them at your feet every time we saw each other but you never took any of them. Instead, you would just turn inward even more. Tonight, you’ve been breaking things, you’ve been jumping every time I talk and when I put my arms around you, I could feel your response to me. I know I’m right about this. So, I’m asking you not to lie. Just tell me what’s going on.” Chan finishes, looking at you with an open expression.

Your mouth has gone dry at his words, your hands gripping the tinsel so hard that your knuckles have gone white. Chan’s eyes glance at it and he gingerly reaches for it when you don’t reply.

“Okay, why don’t we release the death grip on the tinsel,” He says quietly, uncurling your fingers and pulling it away from you. His minor touch against your hand sends shockwaves through you, “And you can just reply whenever you feel ready.”

You avert your gaze from him, looking out the window at the falling snow, the way the Christmas lights on the tree illuminate the living room. It is beautiful and comforting yet inside you feels like a tempest. You know being confronted like this means you cannot lie to your best friend anymore but the thought of actually being honest makes you ill.

Staring at the star on the top of the tree instead of Chan, you take a small breath and go, “I don’t know how it happened. It just shifted. And I don’t know how to switch it back.”

There. That is the closest you can come to a full confession. You wonder what are the chances of the planet deciding to spilt open and have you toppling down a black hole before you have to listen to Chan kindly and sweetly reject you. Maybe if you pretended to faint at this very moment, it could end the conversation early.

“Things like that you can’t change back. It’s like a river. You can’t suddenly alter the direction of it.” Chan replies.

What sort of answer is that, you think gloomily. You just nod silently.

Chan shifts slightly, moving closer to you. Alarmed, your gaze finally breaks from the tree, looking back at him. The tinsel is a small pile in his lap, the same lap you’ve spent way too much time and energy thinking about sitting in. Your eyes lock and the few words left in your brain scatter like the wind. You manage to snag one sentence out of the whirlwind.

“What does that even mean?” You ask.

“It means maybe I’ve been acting like a stone at the bottom of the river, too stubborn to go along with the new direction being taken.” He replies and before you can lament the fact Chan has taken to his flowery way of speaking, he leans forward and kisses you.

Surprised, it takes your brain a few seconds to scream at you to return the kiss before he misunderstands. His kiss is tentative, questioning if this is okay to do, and it isn’t until you press your lips against his that it deepens.

His hand cups your cheek, the warmth of it shocking you, the sensation of kissing your best friend surreal and overwhelming. You have thought about this for months, lost sleep over nighttime fantasies of Chan doing this to you. You know that normally people say you aren’t supposed to kiss your best friend or cross the line but there are no conflicting feelings in your heart. You want this – you want him more than anything.

When the kiss breaks, the two of you are breathing hard, and Chan’s eyes are questioning. “Was that okay?” He asks.

Impatiently, you reply, “Don’t waste time asking me such things. Either kiss me again or tell me you regret it.”

At this, Chan laughs quietly, giving a small shake of his head. “No, I don’t regret it.”

“Then don’t ask me again if it’s okay. Whatever you want to do is more than fine with me.” And this time, it is you who kisses him.

Chan lets out a soft groan when you do so; the sound makes your head dizzy. The kiss deepens, his tongue in your mouth, and in one fluid motion, he tosses the tinsel to the floor, grabbing your waist, hoisting you in his lap. Your legs straddle him, your hands going to the side of his face as the kiss turns desperate. Chan, who is usually gentle, grabs your ass, pushing you down against his crotch. You gasp in surprise from the force of it but don’t stop kissing him, your hands going to his hair, tangling it around your fingers. You cannot get enough of him – the months of desire being obliterated by kissing him and being in his lap. The only thing leading you forward is how much you have craved your best friend, like a firestorm in your heart.

You are grinding down on him, feeling how hard Chan is through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Only wearing pajama bottoms yourself, each movement of your hips makes your pussy wetter. Hearing the change of his breathing, the way his chest rises and falls faster as the kisses become sloppier and messier, his hands squeezing your ass hard, you are too impatient for a long make out session. You want him now.

The kiss breaks and that is when his earlier words click in your head.

“You felt it too. The shift between us. That’s what you meant about not going along with the change.”

Chan looks surprised at your words, colour touching his cheeks. “Realizing you were seeing me like that…it made me rethink things too. I just kept waiting for you to say something.”

Frustrated, your cheeks puff up as you inhale in annoyance. “You could have just said something. I don’t know why you were waiting for me. You know I’m not good with that stuff.”

“I guess I was nervous.” He admits.

“Are you nervous now?”

Chan looks at you in such a way that he never has before – as if he is seeing you for the first time, as if he wants to devour you on the spot. Goosebumps break out across your skin, and a shiver rolls down your spine from the intensity of it.

“No, I’m not. I’m just wondering…” He trails off.

Impatiently, you ask, “What? Wondering what?”

“Wondering how I’m going to fuck you, that’s all.”

A sentence like that coming from Chan renders you speechless. In all the years of friendship, you have heard Chan angry, seen him cry, happy, annoyed, impatient – but never like this. You open your mouth to reply but Chan is scooping you up, holding you in place as he stands and crosses the living room in front of the Christmas tree. You recently purchased a plush carpet for the room and are now glad you did as Chan lays you down on it.

He crawls over you, his lips dragging across your neck, up along your jawline to your lips. You feel like a flower blooming underneath him, your hands skirting along his sides, tugging his shirt up a little, still too nervous to undress him. You worry one wrong move and this moment will shatter. Chan will realize what is happening is insane and change his mind. You don’t know what you will do if that happens.

“Nervous, pet?” He whispers in your ear. Chan has never called you that before but you hope he does every second going forward.

“You’re not?” You mumble back, feeling weirdly shy.

“Why would I be nervous about fucking my best friend?” He asks and you are starting to think he is purposely speaking this way just to watch your reactions.

“Are you just teasing me now?”

“Maybe a little. You did leave me in emotional turmoil for months, after all.” Chan remarks as his hands snake down your body to your pajama bottoms which he begins to pull off you.

You want to reply. You want to say something cutting or sarcastic like you normally would. But it is impossible to focus on something to say when you are just in your underwear on the floor in front of the Christmas tree as the snow swirls outside.

Chan tosses your pajama bottoms off to the side, his hands moving up your legs before hitching his thumbs to the sides of your underwear. Your hands grip his, stopping him, causing a look of surprise to cross his face followed by confusion.

“No, you have to take off something next.” You say in the most stable voice you can muster.

“No, you have to take something off me next.” Chan counters.

Sitting up and leaning forward, you grab Chan’s shirt and pull it off over his head, throwing it on top of your pajama pants. You haven’t seen him shirtless since the day at the beach. You run one finger down his chest, feeling the hard muscles coiled underneath your fingertip. The Christmas lights make his skin glow in different hues, and you know Chan is staring at you, taking in every emotion that flickers across your face. You wonder if he has thought about this before as well – you wonder when things began to change for him, where did his mind wander when he should have been focusing on something else?

On a whim, you lean down and drag your tongue across his abs. Chan curses quietly in surprise, one hand going to your hair, running his fingers through it, making your scalp tingle as your tongue dips in between the bumps of his abs.

“Now, you’re just teasing me, pet.” Chan remarks, his voice taunt.

His hand drops from your hair to your shirt, tugging it off. One finger tilts your face upwards to look at him and he bends forward, kissing you hungrily. Your hands flatten against his stomach, your already thin patience snapping completely. Maybe if you hadn’t spent months wanting him you would be more in the mood to drag things out. But every inch of you craves him and you have been patient long enough.

You nip at his bottom lip, tugging on it with your teeth as you hurriedly remove his pants. The tent in his boxers is obvious which only heightens your desire. Chan gently pushes you back down on the carpet, your legs wrapping around his waist. Both of you still have your underwear on but the sensation of feeling his hard cock pressing against the thin fabric covering your wet pussy is enough to put you in a fervor. Chan is urgently kissing along your neck, down your shoulder as your hands glide up his back, taking time to feel every inch of the muscles there. You think about how many times you have thought about being in such a position, wondering what it would feel like to be so small against your best friend like this. He dwarfs you in size, his frame much larger than yours, and you love it.

Chan groans quietly as you press your pussy against his rock hard cock. He unclasps your bra, removing it, bringing his head down to your tits. His large hands cover them as he squeezes, pinching your nipples which makes you gasp, arching your back slightly. He sucks on each one until you are squirming underneath him, your heart racing.

“Chan, just fuck me already.” You gasp out, giving a small tug on his hair.

You can feel him smile against your skin as if he enjoys hearing you so desperate. You didn’t think Chan was the type to get off on something like this – but maybe he is just getting off on you being like this. You have clearly been stressing him out the past few months. Perhaps he enjoys making you squirm as payback.

Chan straightens, removing your underwear. He brings one finger down your slit, making you whimper, as he goes, “Are you usually this wet for me? When we hang out and are casually talking, is your cunt this wet for me?” His finger dips in between your folds, probing your hole, and you wiggle desperately, “Is that why you scurry off? Because of how much you want me?”

He slips a finger inside you, all the way in, and your eyes close tightly, a ragged moan tumbling from your lips. You can’t form words to reply. All you can do is rock your hips against his finger, needing more of him. You hear the rustle of fabric as he lowers his boxers and then Chan’s other hand comes down to your pussy, his thumb grazing your clit. You gasp out his name as he rubs your clit slowly, wiggling his finger deep in your hole. Your pleas become louder, your desire too much, and the feeling of how he is working your pussy is going to drive you to climax –

And then Chan stops completely, all at once, and you let out a whine, eyes opening. He is grinning at you as if he loves nothing more than the sight of his best friend out of her mind for him in front of the Christmas tree. He brings his finger to his mouth, tasting you. Chan’s boxers were pulled off, and now you can see his hard cock, watching as he strokes himself with his other hand.

He positions himself back over you, aligning his cock with your pussy. Your legs wrap around his waist once more and Chan begins to enter you. He exhales as the head pushes into your wet hole.

“You’re tight,” He mumbles, his jaw clenched, “You trying to make me finish already, pet?”

You give a small shake of your head as more of Chan fills your tight entrance. He is too large for you, like everything else on him, and inch by inch enters you slowly. When he finally is fully inside you, your fingers dig into his shoulders, and you urgently begin to rock your hips.

Chan’s face is buried in your neck as he nibbles along your skin, listening to the way you gasp and whine for him to start to fuck you. “Oh, you’re so desperate for me. I never thought I’d hear you like this.” He whispers in your ear.

“Will you please just fuck me already?” Your voice cracks from desire and that is when Chan finally gives you what you want.

He begins to pump his cock in you, his hands on the carpet next to your head as he thrusts. You try to meet his thrusts to drive his cock deeper in you, your hands splayed out across his back. You can feel the taunt muscles underneath his skin as he moves his hips. His thrusts grow deeper, moving all the way inside you until your hips touch. You are writhing, moaning out his name, unable to control or reign yourself in. Chan’s breathing is labored, small grunts escaping from in between his lips.

Chan shifts positions, covering you with his large frame, bringing himself skin to skin with you as his thrusts quicken. You wrap your arms and legs around him, feeling small against him as he fucks you. The next time he kisses you, it is messy, passionate, enough to heighten your pleasure. You didn’t think your best friend could kiss you so perfectly.

You know the months of waiting, and the angle at which Chan is fucking you is going to make you climax. There is something about your best friend taking you in front of the Christmas tree, doused in the soft coloured lights as it snows outside, that is surreal and wonderful; to have a tradition you have shared with him your entire life to turn into something like this is something you thought would only occur in your dreams.

Chan must notice your breathing and moaning is picking up because he groans, muffled against your neck, “You gonna cum around my cock, pet?”

You whimper, pressing your body against his, clinging to him as he pounds into you, being fucked too hard to reply. Chan’s thrusts grow erratic as his own orgasm draws closer from taking you hard and fast on the floor like this, the tension between your bodies overflowing.

But you don’t finish until he whispers in your ear, “Now, why don’t you be a good best friend and cum on my cock for me?”

It is as if a switch is flipped. With a shudder, you arch your back, fingers digging into his skin as you climax. Your pussy tightens around his cock and Chan lets out a ragged gasp, giving one last pump before going still. He moans along with you, climaxing together, spilling inside your pussy. You wiggle your hips against his, milking every drop from his cock as you cling to him, feeling his warmth inside you.

Panting, your orgasm winding down, you hold onto Chan, suddenly embarrassed about the rapid turn of events tonight took. Now that your mind is coming back to Earth, you cannot believe that you have just slept with Chan after months of wanting him. You cannot believe that it forced him to rethink his own feelings for you and that it led him to the same conclusion.

Chan pulls away, trying to catch his breath as he pulls out of you. Some of his hair sticks to his forehead and you brush it out of his eyes gently. There is silence and it makes you nervous.

“So,” You murmur, “Where exactly do we go from here?”

Chan looks thoughtful, “I was thinking the bedroom.”

At this, you laugh, relaxing at his easy tone. “I meant with us. You know, usually sleeping together changes the dynamic of things.”

Chan rolls off you, grabbing his boxers. Even though you have just finished fucking him, the sight of your best friend only in his underwear is enough to jumpstart your feelings again. You want to climb him like he is a tree trunk.

“I suppose I should have took you on a date first before I fucked you in front of the Christmas tree.” He remarks.

“How about next time we go out for hot chocolate?” You suggest, propping yourself up to get a better look at him, “And then you can fuck me again afterwards?”

At this, Chan smiles – the same smile he has sent in your direction a thousand times over the years. But this time, there is a promise to it: of a new chapter between the two of you, time spent learning each other’s bodies, creating pleasure for one another. Your heart flutters at the thought of what the future holds.

“I think it’s a date, pet.”

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You stood with your back against the wall, you were listening for one voice, one in particular.

“Hell mate, didn't even see ya there,” he laughed.

You raised your gun and jumped out aiming for the sensor on his chest and firing. It took you a few tries, but you managed to hit it at least once powering down his gun.

“Y/N!” Harry groaned as you ran the opposite direction. “We're on the same team you dork,” He yelled.

You jumped behind a large wall, ducking down, so he couldn't find you. You had only agreed to this for one reason, and it was to torment Harry, which seemed to be working flawlessly.

"Y/n," Tom's voice was directly behind you causing you to jump and squeak.

"Thomas," you hissed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "Can't sneak up on me like that, m'hiding from Baz," you told him, peeking over the wall to see if you could spot him.

"He's on our team y'know," he chuckled.

"Doesn't mean I can't destroy him," you winked at him letting out a giggle before making a run towards another structure. Truth be told, this was all you had wanted when the idea of Laser Tag had been brought up that morning. It brought you pure joy to be a nuisance to Harry, to find his deepest buried nerve and pick at it until he would break. He knew it too, he knew you loved to be the reason he would crack. Harry angry and red hot in the face, that, well it just did something to you, and the way he would choose to take out that anger, whew. You were determined today, to get him to the point of no return, to the point where he had no choice. So as soon as you caught sight of his luscious auburn curls you jumped out, firing the gun and hitting the censor in the middle of his back. "gotcha," you said, sending him a wink.

"Y/n, y/l/n, I swear to fucking god-" he huffed, trudging forward towards you.

"S'not good to swear to God Baz," you teased. He continued towards you until he had you pushed against the wall, the censor vest digging into your back.

"The next time you shoot me, I will make you regret it," he seethed. You nodded quickly, biting your bottom lip. He went to walk away, and right as he did, you fired again, hitting his back censor a second time.

He turned towards you quickly, eyes narrowing, and you could see the red hue of his cheeks even in the dimly lit arena. "Oops," you giggled, dropping your gun and raising your hands in defense.

"You're coming with me," he growled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him towards the exit.

"Oi, what are you doing? We have like 15 minutes left," Tom yelled after you.

"Sorry, you can beat them on your own, right?" You asked, right before Harry tugged you through the door. He pushed you to the wall, standing tall in front of you as he unbuckled your vest, slipping it off your head, and then doing the same with his.

"C'mon," he demanded. The velocity of his voice sent a shiver down your spine as you followed closely.

You were so thankful your hotel room was just a short elevator ride up. You stood silently in the elevator, eyes trained on Harry as he glared daggers at you.

"Could have won, if you hadn't fucked off," he mumbled.

"C'mon Baz, you think I cared about the game?" You asked him, raising your eyebrows in his direction.

The elevator dinged, opening the door to your floor before you were being led to the room the two of you were sharing.

No one knew the things that you and Harry had been taking part in the last few months, honestly you weren't sure what they would think. It had started one night after a bad football game, he was so angry, and it had turned you on beyond belief. You don't remember what exactly happened, but you do remember the second his fingers found their way to your panties you were both done for. Ever since that night, whenever he would get heated, you were there waiting, waiting to take his release, to ease the built up tension, and then after, you were both completely different people. He would clean you up, cuddle with you and send countless praises in your ears.

Was it a dangerous game to be playing? Probably.. Did you ever want it to end? Absolutely not!

Harry opened the door swiftly, pushing you in. "Harry," you giggled as you nearly tripped on one of the suitcases that you had scattered on the floor.

"Oops," he chuckled, steadying you. "Now get into that bed," he instructed.

"Yes sir," you winked before rushing to the bed.

"Why do you have to be such a.." he walked forward grabbing your jaw and turning your face up to him. "a little fucking brat?" He demanded.

You giggled as he outlined your lips with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth.

If there was one thing that had completely taken you by surprise with Harry, it was how assertive he was in bed. The boy who quite literally seemed like an angel in every aspect of his life, would absolutely wreck you anytime he had the chance. Of course he wouldn't cross any lines you set, but if you gave him the go ahead he would push you until you just couldn't take anymore.

"Gonna be a good girl tonight?" He asked you, a fire burning in his eyes.

"Nope," you mumbled with his thumb still in your mouth.

"Gonna be a little brat?" He asked.

"Mmm," you moaned, sucking on his digit.

"Know what brats get?" He asked you. "Brats don't get all the sweet warming up, no," he pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you to your stomach. "Brats get it straight to the point," he grumbled, practically ripping your leggings from your body and pulling you onto your knees. His fingers quickly found their way to your dripping core, “My good little slut,” he cooed before shoving a finger in with no warning. “Always ready for me,”

You hummed in response as his finger grazed your sweet spot. Harry knew your body like the back of your hand and he knew how to bring you right to the edge, and then quickly back you away. He pulled his finger out of your clenching core, leaving you feeling needy and empty. “Baz,” you groaned.

“What?” He asked you, a cocky smirk on his face. “You thought I was going to let you finish? After tanking the game?” Your mouth dropped open as you were getting ready to say something, but too quickly his hand found its way around your throat squeezing only hard enough to elicit an almost pornographic moan from you. “You drive me fucking crazy,” He growled into your ear. “But you also make my heart skip a beat when i think of those pretty lips around my cock,” you were shocked at the turn he had taken, but

You couldn't lie to yourself, it had you clenching around nothing, wishing for some relief from him. “Put it in my mouth then,” You instructed looking into his soft, warm brown orbs through your dramatically long lashes.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, excitement clear in his voice, “Want me to fuck your face, love?” you couldn't help the moan that left your lips with the use of the pet name, you and harry usually kept things pretty casual, no ‘baby’ or ‘babe’ but specifically no ‘love’. So to hear the name slip past his lips had your heart (and your pussy) wanting more.

“Yes Harry, Please,” You practically begged. He helped you into a sitting position, hand moving from where it had been positioned on your neck to the hem of your shirt quickly stripping you of any clothes that remaned. He followed it up by doing the same, standing fully nude in front of you, cock in his hand as you readied your lips. He took a step towards you as you looked up to see the lust in his eyes as he rubbed his tip on your lips.

"Gonna take it all?" He asked, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb across your cheek. You licked your lips before opening them as he slowly pushed himself into your mouth. You didn't really care for it, a cock in your mouth, but the look on harry's face made you want it, you would do it forever just to see the lust and relief that graced his face with every thrust against your face, the moans that would leave his lips as you would swirl your tongue around his tip when he pulled back, only to push back in with more force, making tears gather in the corner of your eyes. Tears he would wipe away as he whispered how good you were for him, and he would continue his movements until you felt him twitching on your tongue, his cum dripping down your throat, before pulling away, only to wipe your lips of any excess mess that had been made.

"You know your fucking beautiful?" He asked, before bringing his lips down to yours. His lips met yours with a feverish fire, that was almost too much. Any time the two of you would get to this point you would end up feeling upset, because in the grand scheme of things, Harry was it for you, god did you love him, and all of this fooling around wasn't helping any.

Harry's hands found their way to the nape of your neck, before he laid you back and climbed above, lips trailing down your jaw and neck attaching to your nipples as he let his hands wander between your thighs. You wished you could tell him just how badly you wanted him, wanted more. The hookups were nice, perfect, and the aftercare was next level, but you wanted the sleepy cuddly Harry, and The date night Harry.. you wanted every aspect of him.

His fingers teased at your entrance while his thumb drew little circles around your clit. You moaned out his name, finally relieved to be getting some stimulation. "I want to try something different," he mumbled.

"What?" You wondered.

"I want to make love to you," he said shyly. You pulled yourself up to your elbows as you stared shocked at him.

"You- what?"

"We're always going at it like it's the last time, and it's great, but I just want to savor it, savor you, just this once," he explained. You reached out, grabbing him and pulling him up to you as you slammed your lips together.

"Make Love to me then," you mumbled against his lips.

He moved your hands, interlocking your fingers with his before placing them above your head as he kissed you with more passion than you had ever experienced. His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, and you opened letting him in. It was different, and not in a bad way, you had made out with Harry countless times, whether it be in the heat of the moment, a drunk night, or a late night hookup, but this… This felt like more.

"God I love your lips," he whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching down to caress your cheek. The use of the word 'love' leaving you with butterflies in your belly. His hands trailed down your body slowly, as his eyes did the same. "I feel like your body was meant for me," he told you. "The curve of your hips, the way your breasts feel in my hands, how your hair cascades down your back, the way you cling to me while I'm making you mine," he sighed as he looked back up to you. "It's as if someone wrote out the perfect match for me, and they put your name down," he whispered.

You felt tears rush to your eyes, unsure of what he was trying to get at. "Harry," you whispered.

He leaned back down, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, noses touching. You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, "I want more, I want you," he said before closing the distance.

You were sure you were dreaming. This couldn't be real. He grabbed your hips as he positioned himself between your thighs, not breaking away from your lips. You felt him slowly push into you, bottoming out, before making any other movements. Slow wasn't exactly your thing, sure slow and steady wins the race, but you preferred the fast paced sex that you and Harry usually had, but in that moment, as his lips devoured yours, and his hips met yours gently and slowly, you felt pure Bliss. It wasn't rushed, trying to edge each other on, it wasn't a hidden agenda, just the two of you, lost in each other, lips colliding as you made love.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in your ear, as he kissed from beneath it to your jaw.

"Harry," you moaned out.

"My beautiful girl," he whispered, "gonna make you feel good, yeah?" He asked as his hand sneaked between your bodies. His fingers gently brushed against your nub, but with how turned on you were, it was enough to send a jolt through your body.

"M'close," you let out.

"I know," he told you, as he quickened his movements. "Me too," he grunted. As soon as you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched around him, orgasm taking control of your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you buried your face in his neck. He continued his movements until you let up, a sigh of relief leave your mouth.

You laid like that, him on top of you, you clutching to him, for a while. Finally he got up, walking towards the bathroom and returning with a damp rag. He sat between your legs as he cleaned you up gently, knowing you were probably sensitive. "Harry," you said quietly.

"Yes love?" He asked, glancing up to you.

"What did you mean? By, you want more?" You asked, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Well," he sighed, climbing up and laying down next to you. "You know how Haz and grace are always, holding hands, sharing food, being ridiculously cute, and making us all want to vomit?" He asked you.

"Mm," you nodded.

"I want that, I want to hold your hand as we walk down the pier to watch the sunset, and I want to order one milkshake with two straws and put a dollop of whip cream on your nose, I want people to look at us together and think we are cute, I want to be the reason they want to vomit," he told you.

You let out a chuckle as you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers together.

"So you want-"

"You to be my girlfriend," he finished.

You couldn't help the smile that creeped onto your face. This was everything that you wanted, and to have him tell you he wanted the same thing? It felt good.

"Alright, on one condition," you said cheekily.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He asked.

"I want to put the dollop of whip cream on your nose," you giggled. He rolled his eyes before leaning in and capturing your lips with his.

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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Roman Reigns - You Look Even Better Than The Photos (FULL PART)

KEY WORD(S) - R/N MEANS READER'S NAME LIKE YOUR NAME {Y/N}.

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Female Reader!

Category: SMUT / NSFW

Summary / Theme: Roman is frustrated tonight, but the head of the table will get his frustration changed quick when he sees his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Smut! | Angst! | Aggressive Dom! | 17+ READERS ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000k+

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As he stepped into the luxurious shower of his bathroom, Roman cleansed himself with body wash. Scrubbing down those dead skin cells layered on his skin, the scent of strawberry and peppermint spewed the room. White fog sprays the whole bathroom, the temperature of the shower scolding hot. Roman’s fingertips stroked against his scalp, digging in deep roughly as the water from the pearly white shower head screamed down on him. A few minutes later spent in taking the shower head off the holder to wash himself down, Roman turned the knob to the shower off and grabbed a towel off the towel rack.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped his body like a grave digger wrapping a deceased human in soiled dirt. Shaking off the excess water from his hair, then he blow dried his masculine, black Samoan long hair. Setting the black blow dryer down, Roman stared at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, unrecognizable to see. He sprinted a hand through his hair quickly and got the remaining tangles out of his hair. Fingertips delicate like layers of daffodils overlapped over fields of fresh green grass. Eyebrows furrowed downward, he got dressed to head out to the real world.

Running out the door with keys in one hand grasped and phone in the other, the tribal chief headed towards his richened black Lamborghini car and got in. Turning the key to the ignition, he backed out of the driveway and put on GPS to go to his girlfriend’s house. Scuffing his face while driving, Roman glanced at his phone receiving a message from his girlfriend:

Reader’s Name {R/N}: ‘’You coming to my party?’’

Roman: ‘’Perhaps I will’’.

Focusing on driving after the little text he received, he thought about her. He did not know she was having a party at 9:30pm at night; Although he got backhanded by her text, he thought it was just going to be him and her alone. No, he was pissed. She should’ve told him she was going to invite friends over. Arriving at her house at about 9:45pm, Roman kept his cool. Not making a ferocious scene, his girlfriend opened the door to where the house was filled with busy activity like bees in a beehive. ‘’Hey babe,’’ she greeted with her drink in her hand, going in for a grasped hug. The head of the table clamped his arm around her, fingers dug into her back. ‘’You okay?’’ she winced a tiny bit at his fingers digging into her back.

‘’Keep our business on the low-low,’’ Roman whispered, taking her hand into his.

‘’What...?’’ His girlfriend said slowly, walking into the crowd of different people she invited over. Approximately 30 people in the house, the music overpowered their conversation.

‘’Let’s go into another room,’’ He suggested to his girlfriend.

‘’I want to hang out with my friends, though----’’ He cut her off abruptly.

‘’No, you’re staying with me whether you like it or not!’’ Roman boomed, his lips pressed together.

‘’I’m leaving.’’ She pushed her way through the tribal chief, he was left with a sour attitude. Crossing his arms pressed against his chest, Roman Reigns was not the man to mess around with tonight. He walked away from where he was standing on his own two feet and went around to find his cynical girlfriend.

‘’R/N!’’ He hollered through the buzzing music, his pupils large and filled with anger and hate. He now couldn’t find his girlfriend; his plans were ruined! A tall adult jock had bumped into Roman, spilling his drink onto his darkened clothing.

‘’Oops,’’ He sarcastically said, as he went on his way. He scowled, Roman gritted his teeth to attempt from violently throwing the jock to the ground viciously. He moved on to keep searching for his girlfriend R/N in the crowd of people at her huge house.

‘’Have you seen her?’’ Roman’s eyebrows furrowed; his face heated up with angriness. He was about to explode if she didn’t come announced.

‘’No man, what I am assuming is she probably went outside,’’ One of R/N’s friends told him, pointing with one finger towards the slider door.

‘’Thanks,’’ He scoffed, storming off to the white slider door, forcefully sliding it open and slamming it shut behind him. ‘’R/N!’’ his lungs shacked in his vocal cords; his eyes were an orange fire. Steam blowing off on the top of his head.

‘’What do you want?’’ She turned her body frame to face Roman, there, she was sitting on a wooden log with her legs crossed next to a blazing campfire.

‘’It’s you that I want to speak to!’’ He grunted, forcefully coming at her. ‘’They don’t call me the tribal chief for nothing,’’ Roman stated, as if he were giving a promo. R/N cocked her head up from her iPhone, setting it down.

‘’Listen, sweetheart. I am sorry----’’ He cut her off with a firm ‘’You better be sorry,’’ look. Aggressiveness and dominance in his whole complexion, his shoulders laid back, his mean pissed off look meant something to her. In order to calm the Samoan man down, she had to actively spend time with him, and him only.

She was shaken by his aggressive tone, ‘’P-Please, if there is anything I can do to make this better.’’ She stuttered, her facial expression a sudden change from content into complete horror.

Roman pulled something out of his pocket, a familiar-looking object that was once his girlfriend’s.

‘’Remember this?’’ He asked, sly smirk curled upon his lips. R/N looked down at the bulky necklace hesitantly, she mouthed the words:

‘’Yes, yes I do.’’

‘’SPEAK TO ME!’’ Boomed Roman, his eyes poured into the soul of his girl which caught the attention from the other people inside. ‘’No, don’t look at them, look at me.’’ A small whimper came from her, she felt deep down inside she was being taken control over. She stood there motionlessly, arms stiffly by her sides. Not wanting to make eye contact at the head of the table, she cried quietly so he couldn’t hear her. ‘'Come on,’’ He urged, tugging away at her motionless arm stuck by her side. R/N was in mixed emotions as of yet, she didn’t know how to express herself towards her boyfriend. She had the courage to finally say this:

‘’R-Roman... I don’t feel comfortable, it’s just that—I need to go.’’

He mimicked: ‘’I don’t feel comfortable. Why? Is it because I showed up unannounced and you decide to leave me after we didn’t spend time together in over 2 months? Is that what it is?’’ Before leaving, Roman realized his actions. How he affected her, she was left in tears. He needed to fix this or make this up to her. Being a heel was never an answer to solve for your problems. Especially his. The blazing campfire still lively, the heat pressed against Roman’s face from being so close to it, he had to sit down, think about what he did. Running a hand through his long, black hair, he had his arms clamped behind his back. Wanting the stormy rain that was about to arrive to take him alive. A huge lightning bolt struck across the gloomy sky; Roman wasn’t intimidated by this weather. All he wanted was R/N.

Back in the house, the party had seemed to die out. Besides, it was 11pm at night and it was storming. Everybody who attended her party had to scurry home to avoid from being caught by this hellions storm.

’Hey, you seem inconsolable. What happened?’’ R/N’s best friend asked in concern, stroking her shoulder.

‘’My boyfriend,’’ Her shallow breath vocalized as she fought back her choked up bottled tears.

‘’Oh, sweetie. Come here.’’ Her best friend pulled her into an embrace, telling her it would be okay and perhaps he will get over his hot-headedness. Roman, however, was still outside.

‘’Where is my boyfriend?’’ She asked out of nowhere, sensing he might be still outside, in which he was.

‘’He’s outside,’’ Her best friend explained, looking at the outside of the slider door. It was hard to see Roman outside, there was no glow in the orange, red fire. But her best friend knew for a fact he was outside. She scurried on her feet to open the slider door half open, she proclaimed:

‘’Roman! Come back inside!’’ He turned his head like a deer in the headlights, nodding in response. He got up from the log he was sitting upon and came back inside.

‘’I am so sorry...’’ R/N’s tears began to form in the creases of her e/c eyes, Roman’s hair was drenched from sitting in the pouring hard rain, almost shocked by a lightning bolt. He gave all his attention on her, but not her best friend. He wanted to be acknowledged. Walking up to her, he grazed his thumb across her jawline as her best friend watched.

‘’Leave,’’ he muttered, eyes on her best friend. She backed away and left the house. It was now him and her. Roman took notes mentally of his girlfriend, how her posture was, and how heavy she was breathing. Skipping breaths, she took a step closer to her boyfriend Roman. The terrifying, once called baby face, she first met when he was considered a ‘’good guy’’. He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, then eyes back on r/n.

‘’Roman....’’ She breathed; her eye contact was on point so she made sure he didn’t do anything hell-riding. She could feel his presence, how desiring he was not to say ‘’no’’ to.

He grabbed a chair from the empty person kitchen, and straddled the chair.

‘’Sit,’’ he firmly said, eyes furrowed this time. As she made her way to Roman, he lifted her body weight up and sat her on his lap. Legs stretched over at the end of the chair; r/n was surprised by a deepened kiss from her boyfriend Roman. He kissed her deeply, there they sat, in the chair the two of them comfortably. She straightened out her narrow spine to adjust in his lap, his fingertips touching her bare back. Her fixed gaze focused on the tribal chief; he could feel her heart beat rapidly pound in her chest. R/N was tensed up, he gave a question: ‘’Why are you so tense?’’

She blankly stared into his pupils, snapping a finger in front of her face, she unfocused on him and shook her head.

‘’I said, why are you so tense?’’ This time with more aggressive tone, he chuckled lightly at the reaction she gave him. ‘’Now that you’re acknowledging me, I say I am your tribal chief.’’ He brushed up against her, he rubbed the nape of her neck, earning a slight whimper from his girlfriend r/n.

‘’I-I am nervous,’’ she states, being completely honest with the head of the table rubbing the part of her neck where he touched her there. He laughed at her response; he crinkled his nose up.

‘’You’re telling me, I’m making you nervous?’’ He cooed, his hand wrapped around her hair now. ‘’What if the blinds are open...?’’ r/n panicked, wondering if her best friend will come back and find her straddled on Roman’s lap.

‘’I’ll make damn sure they’re not.’' He growled, getting impatient with her. ‘’After all, you’re in the hands at the head of the table now.’’ She nodded slowly, finally acknowledging what he was telling her. It’s like she was deeply under his spell. Roman shifted his body weight facing the front of the chair, with r/n still on his lap. He got up quickly, scaring her for a second like he was about to drop her on the hardwood floors. '’Chill out,’’ he growled deeply, rolling his eyes. Tension grew between r/n and Roman as she hugged his leg. ‘’Off,’’ he demanded.

‘’Yes, tribal chief.’’ She stammered, crawling on her hands and knees now away from her boyfriend. The 6’3 Samoan man followed her to where she was going, perhaps to the upstairs basement. He smirked, watching her crawl up the stairs in awe as her bottom swayed in front of him. He grew with desire, wanting her. His veins throbbed in his neck, his bare chest from where he removed his shirt off bellowed up and down. Roman’s shoulders slugged back, basically enjoying himself. His girlfriend finally got up off the floor from army-crawling, walking normally towards the upstairs basement where she stored her necklaces and jewelry and other things in there. He followed right behind her, then closing the door to the basement and flipping on the light without any effort.

‘’God why you have to do this to me, baby girl?’’ Roman fingers tapped on his leg impatiently, waiting for some slight approval. She was getting rid of her shyness, then she placed her phone on her big wooden dresser stored in the basement where there was nothing on it. She gave the ‘’one second’’ finger gesture to him, and put on: ‘’The Hills – The Weeknd Slowed and Reverbed’’

INTRO:

Your man on the road, he doin' promo

You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"

I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone

'Cause you look even better than the photos.

This was r/n and Roman’s song to dance to, he blinked slowly while she swayed back and forth in front of him. The song slowed speed wasn’t any ordinary slowed verbed song to dance to, but it was meant to be in a romanticization way. He growled, she turned the volume up to drain his groans and growls of frustration. He took it out on her by slamming her on the dresser, she winced in pain as he grabbed her neck softly.

‘’You’re going to be a good girl for the tribal chief, got it?’’ He firmly states, she nods in response, enjoying a little bit of pain produced in her body. She choked softly, crying out the words:

‘’Yes.’’

He lifted her up and set her down on the dresser top, he kissed her deeply enough to sweep her off her feet. Her garden was in heat, her face flushed bright red wanting the head of the table to take over her. Feeling extremely confident, she laid her shoulders down on the head of the surface of the dresser, body shifted upwards.

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

She arches her head up, he kisses her neck gently, biting down earning a yelp from her. A bead of sweat pooled down the side of the face of Roman, his fingernails dug into both of r/n’s sides until she yelped more. Wincing at the pain again, he smacks her across the face.

‘’Who is your head of the table?’’ He asks her, smacking her again this time on the rim of her bottom before she could answer.

‘’Y-You.’’ She choked; teary eyes filled like a waterfall lasting for a lifetime.

His lips curled into a smirk, her legs stretched and wrapped around his torso, r/n’s hair fell upon his tattooed chest, strands of hair touching delicately at the peak of his nips. The song continued to play through the speaker of her phone, he made fiery love to her on a cold wooden dresser, he was rough and quick; Roman’s body weight sprawled on top of her, wildly thrusting in her treasured garden as she cried out. Her acrylic nails dug deep into his flesh of his back, giving one last thrust his collapsible lungs screamed out: ‘’R/N!’’, spilling and pulling out of her.

‘’Da-Damn.’’ He wheezes, a look of concern appears on the face of his girlfriend.

‘’You--- You okay?’’

‘’Now that I’ve got you to admire me, yes.’’ He chuckled darkly, breath all weakened out.

Attempting to stay in character, Roman’s chuckle switched over into a devious smirk. ‘’I’m not done with you, yet.’’

A look of surprise read all over the face of r/n, thinking mentally: ‘’Fucker.’’

She kissed him passionately, then pulling away to catch her breath. He twirled her hair with one finger,

‘’Pretty baby girl.’’ He spoke. She blushed in response, the dominant, Samoan man had her on her knees. He pushed her head towards his manhood, "I can see you're soaked for me? Huh?" He cooed once more, "You can release that anger out all on the chief anytime, baby girl."

R/n whined in response, like he was teasing her. Before diving her mouth onto his manhood, Roman reached down her garden, rewarding her by rubbing her folds softly.

"Mhhh!" He growled, yanking her head deeper by making her choke on him. "Good, that's it. Adknowledge me as your chief." She bobbed, her jaw getting sore from fucking him. "Ah-ah yeah...." Roman mouthed his girlfriend harder, releasing and pulling out again. His face looking like this:

"God." His breath all weary, the tribal chief spent hourless sex with his girlfriend r/n, rough and dominant until his body collapsed onto her.

"Yes! Yes!" R/n exclaimed, the four walls echoing throughout the basement while she's getting pounded. Flesh hitting against flesh heard through the upstairs basement, Roman growled in her ear,

"You like when you're claimed by the chief!? HMM!?" He exclaimed back, slapping her rear end dominantly. Crying in response, she nodded.

"I-I love you----" Before finishing off her sentence, she passed out heavily in his arms. He strokes her hair with one hand, arm draped over the naked torso of his girlfriend r/n.

"That's how it's supposed to be," he whispered into his sleeping girlfriend's ear, leaving a hickey on her pale neck before getting changed and exiting her house. He left her a little note saying:

"Hope you had a fun time tonight. Love, Roman"

R/n woke up the next day, finding the note by her stomach. She picked it up, smiling softly to herself. "I'm the luckiest woman to be considered his girlfriend."

Roman was at home, he texted r/n:

Roman: Hey baby girl, I am sorry I gotten all dominant on you last night; it was to teach you a lesson and claim you're mine. You know, there will be consequences once you piss the head of the table off.

A buzz came from her phone, she read and text back.

R/n: No, it's okay honey. I love your dominant side; It's sexy as fuck on you anyway.

Roman: That's my girl.

A/N - Thank you for reading! Hoped you guys enjoyed!

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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Singing in the Shower (Ragnarssons x Reader)

This is just a silly little one-shot that came to mind that I could not stop thinking about. It got a bit deeper than I planned but oops?

Also my first time writing a Ragnarssons x reader! Please let me know if I did all the brothers justice. Except Bjorn isn’t in here. So its just the sons of Aslaug. Sorry, Bjorn.

Warnings: some brief mentions of abusive/unhealthy past relationships, reader has some insecurities, the brothers being the best roomies ever but also creepers, like one or two swear words, FLUFFY GOODNESS!!!

Words: 3700

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius

(picture is from Pinterest. Not mine.)

The sound of laughter echoed around you even before leaving your bedroom. It was a Sunday night so that meant the Lothbrok brothers were all over. A tradition Ubbe started some months ago to make sure the four brothers stayed connected in each other's lives. Every Sunday evening, all of them would congregate in the three bedroom flat you shared with Ubbe and Hvitserk. They would order a stack of pizzas and enough beer to put a pub crawl to shame, and watch movies or play video games until the early morning hours. Only twice had fist fights broken out between Sigurd and Ivar with just a table and a lamp damaged in the process, so Ubbe called it a win.

It had only been about a year that you lived with Ubbe and Hvitserk. Sigurd chose to move in with a couple members of the band he played in. Aslaug vehemently refused to let Ivar move out due to his many medical needs that she claimed he could only receive proper attention for at home. In equal parts rebellion and to escape his mother’s suffocating attention, Ivar spent the majority of his free time and nights crashing on the couch at your shared flat.

At first, you were hesitant about living with the two brothers, having only known them through friends, but you decided to give it a chance. Within a couple of months, you found the strange dynamics of your shared space and your vastly different relationships with each of the brothers to feel eerily familiar….like being home.

Standing at your door, you listened to the brothers for a few moments, smiling broadly as you heard Hvitserk taunting Sigurd about how he was going to beat his ass if he threw another blue shell at him. Meanwhile Ivar was yelling something about the undeniable magic of Yoshi and his winning streak. They must be playing Mario Kart again.

It was nice to hear them all getting along. Normally Sunday nights you hung out with your boyfriend to give the brothers privacy, even though all of them repeatedly told you it was unnecessary. That was until last week. You had taken a selfie on your boyfriend's phone and went to set it as his background to surprise him….and found nude pictures of other girls and the dick pics he sent them back. Before you stormed out of his flat, you may have thrown his phone against the wall, pleased when the screen shattered just like your trust. Then you came home and cried to Hvitserk about how you were swearing off men and just wanted to be a spinster for the rest of your life.

Word must have spread between the brothers. For the rest of the week, they all offered their support in various ways. Sigurd texted you a few times to check on you and remind you that clearly you were better off without your ex. Ubbe gave you long hugs as if trying to soak the pain out of you, and made sure you were eating and getting out of bed. Hvitserk surprised you with a new sugary treat every day ranging from Oreos to ice cream to chocolate muffins; then you two would cuddle on the couch indulging yourselves while watching movies. Ivar threatened to beat up your now ex-boyfriend for making you cry and take pictures to send to those girls your ex had been texting. You made sure to shut Ivar's idea down quickly but pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and thanked him for offering. You hated your ex, that did not mean you wanted him dead.

You pushed away from your door and down the hallway. Popping your head around the corner, you saw the brothers in various positions in the living room, eyes all glued to the TV and the race happening on-screen.

"I'm gonna shower." You announced, receiving grunts of affirmations as they were too focused to fully acknowledge you. Smiling at their antics, you headed into the bathroom, shutting the door and starting the shower up. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, you stripped and jumped in. Of course, once the mixture of hot water and steam helped you relax, you started singing to yourself, letting the worries of the day fade away for just a moment as the words flowed from your lips and echoed off the shower stall walls like your own little stage.

Unbeknownst to you, as soon as the bathroom door shut and the sound of water running could be heard, the volume on the TV was muted.

Ivar, surprisingly, was the first one to overhear your singing. He had come over to crash for a few hours after his latest doctor appointment and to work on an assignment for a University class. The bathroom door somehow had not fully latched when you closed it, cracking open while you were in the shower….and you started singing. Ivar sat stunned on the couch at the voice slipping out of the bathroom like a siren's song. He remained there, transfixed as you sang some song he had never heard but he could feel in his chest. Once you stopped singing and the shower turned off, he quickly jumped up and hobbled over to silently shut the door, slightly embarrassed by the idea of you catching him listening in to your shower singing.

Later that day after you headed out to work, Ivar asked Ubbe and Hvitserk if they had heard you sing yet. Both of them denied ever hearing you sing. When asked if he knew anything, Sigurd was upset, having asked you on multiple nights to go to a karaoke bar with him and some friends. You always refused by saying you sounded Iike a beached whale.

Ubbe was next to overhear. He was walking by the bathroom on the way to the kitchen when he heard your voice drifting from underneath the bathroom door. Feeling like a creeper but curiosity winning out, he pressed his ear to the bathroom door to listen better. To say he had been shocked was an understatement. Sure, he had heard Ivar praise your voice, but he figured his youngest brother was exaggerating. It made him wonder why you never sang in front of others.

A silent pact was made between the brothers that they would never share the information of your singing with anyone outside the four of them….and whenever you jumped in the shower, whoever was the closest would go and crack the bathroom door open so they could hear you better.

This time was no different.

Sigurd was closest, so after Ubbe paused the game, he jumped up and silently cracked open the door so your beautiful voice could flow out. The game picked back up but remained on mute so they could hear you. The first song you serenaded them with was Walk Me Home by Pink. Apparently, one of your new favorites since you sang it so often. Next was Someone Like You by Adele. By the third song, the brothers had abandoned the game and were solely focused on you and the raw emotion bleeding from your voice. This time you started to sing Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi.

Ubbe spoke up, keeping his voice quiet just in case you could hear them, however unlikely. "Has she said anything about her ex lately?"

"Not to me." Hvitserk answered first. "I thought she was doing fine."

"Just because she's not crying all the time doesn't mean she's fine." Ivar retorted harshly, never removing his eyes from the direction of the bathroom. After a moment, he got up and hobbled towards the bathroom.

"Ivar…. Ivar, what are you doing?" Ubbe hissed but was ignored.

As quiet as possible, Ivar walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid; your singing managed to cover the sounds of his movement. As he rolled his head to the side, it was to find his brothers had followed him with varying expressions ranging from concern to amusement.

Normally you did not spend so long in the shower but today you decided to spoil yourself. You had been doing well all week but this morning you were scrolling through your Instagram and happened to stumble upon a picture of your ex with a new girl, smiling happily and kissing at a restaurant…. the day after you broke up. And seeing them together felt like it ripped a tear into the slowly healing pieces of your heart.

Instead of going out like you planned to do, you laid in bed all-day binge-watching movies and feeling like an idiot. So in the shower you took extra time pampering yourself, using a deep conditioner in your hair, shaving everywhere and just letting the hot water cascade down your skin and loosen the tense muscles.

At this point you were feeling a little better and decided it was best not to waste any more water. You turned the water off, running your hands down your body to get as much excess water off, before you reached for your towel. Grabbing the plush towel hanging on the rack, you quickly dried your hair and wrapped the towel around your body before pulling the curtain back….

Only to shriek as you realized you were not alone in the bathroom.

"What? What are you guys doing?" You demanded, eyes frantically darting between the four brothers.

Ivar sat on the toilet lid; head tilted as he watched you with a peculiar expression on his face. Hvitserk leaned against the sink, eyes darting from your towel-clad body to the floor then back up. Ubbe and Sigurd stood in the doorway, both looking the least comfortable but still not moving.

"We, ah, we were…. well, we are concerned for you." Ubbe said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Concerned?" You asked incredulously.

Ivar ignored your question. "Is this about your ex? Want me to pay him a visit?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your singing. They were sad songs." Sigurd answered, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Heat flooded your face. You dropped your head, staring at the bathroom floor as you clutched the towel closer to your body. Honestly, the idea of them hearing your singing was far more humiliating than them seeing you naked at this point. "You…. you heard me…. singing?"

"Y/n, are you OK? You know you can tell us anything." Hvitserk said, trying to meet your eye.

"Um, can…. can we talk about this when…. when I'm not naked?"

"Of course. Come on, brothers." Ubbe quickly agreed, tapping the door as if to signal. He and Sigurd walked away first. Only when you finally met Hvitserk's eye did he push off the sink and head out but not before giving you a flirty wink.

"Ivar…."

He slouched back, folding his hands behind his head. "I'm quite comfortable here."

"Oh gods, please, Ivar." You begged, almost on the verge of tears.

He stared at you a long moment before pushing himself to his feet. "Don't think you're getting out of this."

"Ok."

Appeased, he made his way out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Once alone, you stepped out of the shower only to drop onto the toilet lid and place your head in your hands. Your chest heaved and your eyes stung as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall. Today was bad enough and now this. It had to be something out of a nightmare. Your own personal hell.

When you finally composed yourself, you quickly changed into your comfiest sweats and tank top. You wished you could make a run for your room, anything to avoid the impending conversation but you knew the brothers would follow, they were all stubborn and persistent when they wanted to be.

With a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom and towards the living room. What hushed disagreement the brothers were clearly having abruptly ended when they noticed you. Awkwardly you remained standing, unsure where to sit. The only open spots were on the couch between Hvitserk and Ivar or one of the recliners as Ubbe sat in the other one. Sigurd reclined on the rocker gaming chair on the floor.

Averting your eyes, you started towards the open recliner only to have a strong arm snake around your waist as you passed by and pulled you onto the couch. You squeaked as you suddenly found yourself perched on Ivar's lap. Somewhere you had certainly never been before.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, a cocky grin spread across his face.

"Um, over there." You nodded your head towards the other open spot.

"No, you're sitting here now."

"Stop hogging her, brother." Hvitserk reached over and dragged you off Ivar. Somehow you ended up with your back against Hvitserk's side, his arm slung around you and your legs across Ivar's lap, him slowly running his hand up and down them.

Ubbe raised an eyebrow at the three of you. "Are you done yet?"

"I thought we were just fine but I guess Hvitty had other plans." Ivar snarked, rolling his eyes.

"We're good now." Hvitserk said with a cheesy smile, making you giggle.

"So how are you really doing, y/n?" Ubbe asked, staring at you with those knowing blue eyes.

"Um, I'm alright. Today was just…. rough." At the four questioning looks, you quickly explained about what you found this morning on Instagram.

Ivar slapped the armrest of the couch. "I'm beating his ass now and nothing you say can stop me."

You snagged his other hand that was still on your leg and clasped it, as if that alone could diminish his deadly intent. "Please don't. He's not worth it. I just…. I just want to move on. Ok?"

He grumbled, but eventually gripped your hand and gave it a single squeeze in acknowledgement.

Now here was the part that petrified you; but you needed to know.

"Um, how…. how long have…. was this your first time?" Your words stumbled out, making you cringe at how ineloquent it was.

"What are you talking about?" Sigurd drawled; one foot propped up so he slowly rocked in the gaming chair.

You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly dry. You dropped your gaze, as you whispered your answer. "My….my singing."

"What? You sound bloody brilliant! The others have heard you more than me but you always sound amazing!" Sigurd exclaimed, a beaming smile on his face. "I don't know why you haven't gone out with me before! Oh! I'd love for you to try and sing in my band, we could use an amazing vocalist like you! Gods, we could get way more gigs with a beautiful woman like you upfront singing."

Soon as Sigurd started talking, you covered your face with your hands. The tears you managed to repress earlier flooded back. Your shoulders hunched over, cowering into yourself at the revelation. They had all heard you. Apparently more than just this one time. It was mortifying. Long ago you stopped singing in front of others, no longer able to face the ridicule, the degrading comments always thrown your way. And now, these brothers that you had become so close to…. if they said anything negative towards you right now, you were sure your heart would fully break and no lyric would ever pass your lips again.

Hvitserk shifted behind you, turning you so he could wrap both arms around your waist and place his cheek against the side of your head. "Y/n, talk to us."

You shook your head, the barely suppressed tears and poisoned words clogging your throat.

Abruptly, a pair of calloused hands grabbed yours, forcing them away from your face. You were immediately met by a pair of piercing blue eyes, only inches from your face.

"Whose ass am I killing now? Huh?" Ivar demanded in a low, menacing tone. Between his tone and the fury burning in his eyes, you knew he meant his question, and that sent a nervous chill down your spine.

"It's not…. it’s nothing."

"Bullshit." Ivar spat.

Hvitserk nuzzled your temple, his voice lighter but still with an edge of steel in it. "I agree with Ivar. Something happened."

Biting your bottom lip, you closed your eyes. There were a few things that were just too painful to talk about and this one, they had unknowingly stumbled upon.

"Was it your mother?"

Your eyes flew open, your head snapped over to stare at Ubbe in shock. He met your gaze unflinchingly, and somehow you knew he already figured at least part of it out. He accidentally overheard a phone conversation between you and your mother one time and once you got off the phone, he immediately pulled you into a bone-crushing hug and promised you never had to see her again if you never wanted to, that they would take care of you. Of course, you cried all over him after he promised that.

Ubbe leaned forward in the recliner, placing his elbows on his knees, gaze still intent on you. "What did she do?"

"She…. she hated when I sang. Said I was just desperate for attention. That I needed to just shut up. That no one would want to listen to me anyway. If she ever caught me singing…. once she duct-taped my mouth shut."

You could hear the gasps at your confession, followed by a round of curses. Hvitserk pressed a kiss to your temple, tightening his hold on you. Ivar squeezed your hands, still holding them within his own.

Ubbe nodded as if not surprised. He ran a hand down his face and sighed before stealing your gaze once again. "I have a feeling she wasn't the only one to hurt you."

At this point, a silent tear trekked down your cheek. You sniffled, dropping your gaze down. "I had an ex who used to make fun of my singing. He used to say 'at least you're pretty'. When we would ride together listening to music, he would tell me to stop singing and 'leave it to the professionals'. At some point, it just….it was better to not sing in front of anyone. So I only sang in the shower cause I thought no one would hear me."

Hvitserk turned your head, looking into your eyes. "Baby, listen to me. Your singing is incredible. We all love listening to you sing. Please don't be embarrassed about this with us."

"I'd love for you to walk around the house singing, I could happily listen to that all day." Ubbe said, a tender smile on his lips.

"I second that!"

"Sig, you're only here on Sundays." Ubbe glanced over at his brother.

Sigurd shrugged. "So? I could listen to her sing all day. Maybe she should move in with me and actually be appreciated."

"No! You're not stealing her from us!" Hvitserk said, practically cradling you against him, like a puppy afraid to lose its favorite toy.

"It's not stealing if she wants to go!"

Ivar butted in. "I am more interested in this other shitty ex and mother...can I find them?"

"No, Ivar. You have to stop threatening people."

"Why?" He whined at you, tugged on your hands, your legs still across his lap. "You won't let me teach them a lesson so all I can do is threaten."

"Also sounds like you have terrible taste in guys. Anymore shitty exes we should know about?" Sigurd asked, rocking his chair.

You figured at this point you were spilling all your dirty secrets so what was one more. "Um, I was talking to this one guy but when he found out I moved in here, he called me a whore for moving in with two brothers and told me I was a waste of his time." You softly admitted, having made sure none of them ever heard about that after it happened.

For a moment there was dead silence then….

"I'm going to need his name right now." Ubbe said, malice dripping off every word.

"Yeah! Let's cut his tongue out! See what he says about that!" Ivar cheered.

You could not stop the laughter that came out. The idea that these brothers got so worked up over anyone that ever insulted or hurt you was both sweet and slightly infuriating, but mostly sweet. No one had ever cared about you as strongly as these four brothers.

"It's fine now. How about this? Next guy to hurt me, I promise I'll give you his name."

"No! I want to cut this asshole's tongue out. Maybe slap him with it after!" Ivar smiled with a pure predatory look.

"I think you should just date one of us." Sigurd shrugged, watching everyone with a smirk. "Then you know he'd treat you right."

"I like this idea." Hvitserk smiled, squeezing you lightly. "We would romance the hell out of you."

"You guys are being silly. I don't even know what romance would look like." You giggled at the absurd idea. All the brothers were gorgeous in their own ways and could pick up any girl they wanted, why would they want you? Besides, your relationships were just platonic. "Is the interrogation over now? Want me to leave so you can get back to your game?"

"Nope, you're stuck here." Ivar said, leaning on you now so you were sandwiched between the two brothers.

Ubbe chuckled. "We've told you before, you are welcome to hang out with us. Why don't we put in a movie?"

After many arguments and some mild threats, a movie was finally chosen. You settled against Hvitserk, facing the TV, as you played with Ivar's hair, his head now in your lap.

As you watched the movie, you missed the silent conversation between the brothers happening around you. It was decided that your next boyfriend would certainly be one of them and in the meantime, they were all going to romance the hell out of you and make sure you understood how important and incredible you are.

Starting with making sure you sang whenever you wanted.

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