AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: Reader is a doctor who has been called to see AJ after he takes a bad fall off the top rope. There’s a serious attraction between the two, which leads to smut after he’s released.
things my cousin (who used to go to catholic boarding school) said while watching bare: a pop opera
*obviously there’s gonna be spoilers you’ve been warned*
Epiphany- “Ew flashbacks- wait so his favorite flavor of popsicle is d-d-d-d-dick”
You and I- “Stranger danger and odd euphemisms”
Role of a Lifetime- “Protect my child”
Auditions- “and they all think he’s heterosexual?”
Plain Jane Fat Ass- “ME BITCH”
Wonderland- “ayy kids wanna buy some drugs”
A Quiet Night At Home- “Protect my other child”
Rolling- “A FUCKING BOP IF IVE EVER HEARD ONE”
Best Kept Secret- “*just crying*”
Confession- “if this bitch spills the tea”
Portrait of a Girl- “see don’t slut shame”
Birthday, Bitch!- “I’m just gonna sing this to you on your birthday while everyone else is singing happy birthday”
One Kiss- “SNAKE BITCH ASS LIAR”
Are You There- “he already fuckin knew”
911! Emergency!- “come out come out wherever you are”
Reputation Stain’d- “….daaaaamn”
Ever After- “We gotta write a fairytale with gay heroes. That’s it. It’s our life goal.”
Spring- “IF THAT AINT ME”
One- “can you believe? i cannot- just- the audacity…”
Wedding Bells- “Let’s stop it here look they got married there’s that ever after.”
In The Hallway- “woah lotta things”
Touch My Soul- “is this another weird euphemism”
See Me- “him gay”
Warning- “‘am i supposed to feel sorry for her…cause i don’t’”
Pilgrim’s Hands- “YEE MA BOIS”
God Don’t Make No Trash- “it’s me when you came out to me”
All Grown Up- “use protection, kids”
Promise- “shit. is. going. DOWN.”
Once Upon A Time- “BITCH MY FEELINGS”
Cross- “man fuck off he can be gay”
Two Households- “this is fucking me up”
Bare- “wait this is too cute to end well”
Queen Mab- “is he good”
A Glooming Peace- “NO HE’S NOT”
Absolution- “he’s fine. he’s fine. he’s fine. no he’s not damn it.”
No Voice- “i’m a broken woman”
So I actually really enjoyed writing this one, and was thinking about maybe doing other little snippets of Happy and my O/C. Let me know what you think!💙
Happy hit the man across the face with his gun, smirking a
little at the grunt of pain that accompanied the action. He took him by the
collar, getting in his face. “Who the hell is calling all these hits out on
us?” He growled lowly, his eyes never leaving the man’s face.
The man swallowed the blood that was filling his mouth, his
eyes flashing to all the club members standing a few feet away before returning
to meet Happy’s gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about –“
He was cut off by another swift blow to the face, and one to
the gut just for good measure. Happy wrapped a hand around his neck, hard
enough to hurt but not hard enough to choke. “Don’t wanna talk? Fine. Guess
we’ll see if you change your mind before I pull your god damn tongue out of
The men arrived at the warehouse, a little surprised to see
a black car already parked behind the building. Getting off their bikes, Jax
pulled out his gun, keeping it low as he nodded towards the door. “Tig, Juice,
you stay out here with our little friend. Chibs, Hap, you’re with me,” he
ordered lowly, making sure that whoever was inside wouldn’t hear him. All the
men nodded, Chibs and Happy pulling out their own weapons before following
Jax’s lead. They entered the warehouse as quietly as they could, staying along
the back wall and moving in the direction of the noises that they heard.
Once they were about to round the corner, Jax stuck his arm
out, gesturing for them to stop where they were. Jax glanced around the wall
cautiously, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead once he saw what was in store
for them. He waved his hand forward, as though telling the men to come take a
look for themselves. Chibs and Happy quietly moved to stand next to him, their
expressions nearly matching his when they saw the sight before them.
There was a man tied tightly to a chair, his head drooping.
His bloody nose was dripping, as well as a large gash that stretched from his
ear to his chin, the blood collecting in a small puddle between his feet. He
had a lot of damage done to him, but since they were relatively far away, the
three men couldn’t really see the extent of it.
But that wasn’t what surprised them. What surprised them was
the woman standing by the metal table a few feet away, her back towards them as
she tinkered around with the tools that were there. She was small – probably
only standing at 5’3”, and had brilliant red hair that fell to the middle of
her back. She was wearing an old pair of jeans, and a grey t-shirt that was
tied into a knot by her hip. Happy looked her over slowly, wondering what the
hell a girl like her was doing in this line of work. Who was she? Who hired her? Where did she come from?
“Ready to stop being a pussy and actually tell me
something?” She spoke up, the sudden sound making the three club members take a
few steps back.
The man tied to the chair grunted, coughing and choking a
little on spit and blood as he did so. She turned towards him, a pair of pliers
in her hands. She held them so casually that it was almost as though she wasn’t
standing in the middle of an abandoned warehouse torturing a man. Now that he
had a better view of her side profile, Happy’s eyes were glued to the woman’s
face. She wore a small, mysterious grin – as though she was hiding something. Like
she was enjoying this more than she should be.
She took her time in making her way over to the chair,
placing one hand on the back of it once she was standing in front of the man,
her other hand grabbing his hair to yank his head back. He looked at her, pain
and fear covering his face like a sheet. She laughed a little. “I think it’d
probably be good if you started talking now, sweetheart,” she threatened lowly,
the sound sending a shock straight through Happy. His back straightened,
catching the attention of Chibs and Jax. Happy tilted his head in her
direction, mentally asking if they should make themselves known. Jax held up a
finger, letting them know that he thought they should wait a little while
before making any sudden moves.
“Fuck you,” the man in the chair tried weakly, his whole
face scrunching in panic when she made a slight movement of her hand that held
She shrugged a shoulder, grabbing his hand and jerking it
towards her. “Wrong choice.”
With a swift movement, she brought her pliers down to his
hand, ripping off one of his fingernails with a sickening sound. He cried out,
throwing his head back in agony. “You fucking bitch!” He shouted.
“I guess you should say that,” she stated before wrapping
the pliers around his finger and bending it at an unnatural angle.
He yelled and cursed again, making Jax & Chibs flinch.
Happy was still staring at the girl, strangely drawn to her in that moment.
Deciding it was about time, Jax cleared his throat, taking a
step forward. “Pretty brutal, darlin’,” he spoke loudly across the warehouse.
The woman’s head snapped in their direction, her eyebrows
furrowed, her hand immediately going to her back pocket. Jax tucked his gun
back into its holster, holding both hands up as he took cautious steps forward.
Her eyes were trained on his every move, her hand wrapping around the item that
she had in her back pocket.
“We don’t mean any harm, lass,” Chibs spoke up, tucking his
own gun away and following Jax’s lead.
Her eyes narrowed. “Who the hell are you?”
Happy stepped up next to Jax, the movement catching her
attention. Her large eyes flashed to him, and Happy took note of the brilliant
blue color that her irises held. She nearly looked away, but her eyes lingered
on him for a moment, scanning him from head to toe as though she was assessing
him. When she was done looking him over, her attention was back on Jax, her
lips pursing in suspicion.
“What are you doing here?” She asked mildly, her hand still
in her back pocket. Happy kept his eyes glued to the hand, measuring her
“Seems like we’re here for the same reason you are,
sweetheart,” Jax drawled, offering her a slow grin that he often used when
speaking to women that the club encountered when they were doing business.
“No need to pull out pet names, darlin’,” she mocked, her hand finally coming out of her pocket to
rest by her side. “I’m a little busy here,” she nodded back towards the man in
the chair who was still cursing and crying in pain. “So if you don’t mind…” she
trailed off, her eyes finding Happy again.
She noticed that he was a bit larger than the other men. He
was taller than both of them, his arms more muscular. He wore a blank
expression, looking down his nose at her. The corner of her mouth twitched.
“We were actually hoping you could help us out. Considering
you’re already here, that is. And you seem… experienced,” he looked at the man
in the chair, trying to find the right words.
She tilted her head to the side. “You’re gonna have to
explain yourself a little more than that.”
Jax jerked his thumb backwards, towards the door that they
had entered from. “We got a guy out there. Need some shit from him. Doesn’t
seem to be in a very cooperative mood.”
A line formed between her eyebrows at his words, like she
was confused by what he was saying. “I don’t do this shit for free. Especially
not for someone I don’t even know.”
That made Happy let out a scoff. They all looked at him, but
he shook his head, his face returning to its usual stoic expression. The girl
gave him a look. “Something to say, big guy?”
He took a step forward, but Chibs stuck his arm out,
stopping him. She gave Happy a small smirk – the same one she had been wearing earlier.
“Who the hell are you?”
Jax finally asked, voicing what all three of the men had been thinking since
they got into the warehouse.
She rolled her lips together, her nose scrunching a bit. “I
asked you first.”
Jax raised an eyebrow and Happy could tell that he was impressed
with the girl. He stuck his hand out. “Jackson Teller,” he introduced himself.
Her eyes went to his outreached hand and slowly back to his
face. “Rachel,” she greeted warily, not touching his hand. He slowly pulled it
back, using it to straighten out his cut while he cleared his throat. Chibs and
Happy looked on with amusement. Jax wasn’t used to being treated in such a way,
especially by a woman.
“Couldn’t find anyone to do your dirty work for you?” She
“Not exactly,” Chibs patted Happy on the shoulder. “Hap here
is our enforcer. But a little help wouldn’t hurt.”
Happy knew what angle his brothers were playing at, but he
was quick to defend himself anyway. “I can handle it,” he spoke gruffly.
Rachel’s eyes met his again, and she let out a small laugh.
“I’m sure you can.”
They were all surrounding the bar back at the clubhouse,
Rachel sitting on one of the stools in the middle of all of the men. Chibs and
Jax had taken an instant liking to her, as did Juice and Tig once they were
introduced. They had invited her back to have a drink with them, and she
accepted the offer with an easy shrug of her shoulders. However, there was
something about this woman that Happy couldn’t quite put his finger on. He
didn’t know what it was about her, but he couldn’t seem to decide whether he
hated her or wanted to take her back to one of the dorm rooms and fuck her
until the sun came up. It was something about the way she carried herself. The
small, mischievous grin that often appeared on her face. The way she made
smart-ass comments. The way she’d drag her tongue along her bottom lip if she
was listening to someone talk. He had been watching her all night, and felt
like she wasn’t exactly who she was leading them on to believe she was. But he
really had no idea. That’s what
bothered him so much.
As though she could sense that his thoughts were about her,
Rachel’s head moved in his direction, her big blue eyes catching his from
across the bar. She raised an eyebrow, as though she was challenging him. Happy
clenched his jaw, taking a long pull from the beer bottle that was held in his
hand. Rachel looked away after a moment, listening to Juice who was grinning
widely while relaying some story. Happy could tell how much the younger man
wanted to impress Rachel, how his doe eyes awaited some type of approval. The
Tacoma Killer shook his head, starting up a conversation with Tig in an attempt
to focus on something other than the woman sitting across the bar.
It was a few hours later, and the clubhouse was starting to
clear out a little. Most of the remaining men were over by the pool tables,
playing a game and laughing at one another. Rachel remained at the bar,
drinking her 3rd beer. Someone took the seat next to her, and she
looked at him out of the corner of her eye. She lifted her beer to her lips in
an attempt to hide her smirk.
“Think that’s smart?” Happy spoke lowly, tilting his head
towards the hand that held her beer.
Rachel let out a laugh. “Think I can’t handle a few beers,
Happy raised his eyebrows. “I’m the killer?”
His tone held a note of teasing, which surprised her a bit.
She turned towards him, her eyes ablaze with amusement. “Flirting with me now,
“Yeah right,” he grunted, leaning his elbows against the bar
behind him. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “Saw some of
the shit you did to that guy back at the warehouse.”
Rachel gave a slow nod, her nose scrunching. “Not my best
work. Was just getting started,” she sipped her beer. “He ended up telling me
what I needed to know before I got much further,” she explained vaguely, not
giving much detail of what had happened after the men had left the warehouse.
“Yeah?” Happy was a little interested now, wanting to hear
more about what she thought was good
“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Usually best to cut them
deep somewhere on the stomach. Dig something into the cut. Hurts,” she tilted
her head to she side. “Also better to stick metal nails under the finger nails.
Didn’t have much patience today though.”
Happy grinned a little. He couldn’t help it. He hummed in
agreement, appreciating her features now that he was this close to her. She had
a few freckles on her nose, her eyelashes long and dark around her ocean blue
eyes. She even had a small dimple in her right cheek when she talked. There was
definitely a certain charm about her. “What else?” He rasped, wanting to hear
her talk more about it. Call him fucked up, sure, but he found it to be ridiculously fucking hot.
She met his eyes, a naughty smile turning up the corners of
her lips. “Choking. Choking can be pretty effective.”
Happy nearly choked on his own spit at the sound of her
voice going low and sultry, but instead he leaned closer to her, his eyes
nearly all pupil. “Come home with me,” he rasped, nearly begging.
She leaned forward, her lips a whisper away from his.
“Flirting with me now, Lowman?” she repeated her earlier words.
Vanity Fair has put out the by far sexiest cover of all time this is almost to good to be true I’m blown away they all look so fine like damn dark side is rolling in good looks. Kylo (Adam Driver) looks hella fine and Phasma looks like she’s gonna kick some ass for sure (slay!) and of course Hux, oh Hux God ! Hux looks like a sexy mad man these three are gonna be great in last Jedi
Okay so I saw you had posted “imagine matsu’s crush sending everyone the script of bee movie” and I thought it was really funny so I wrote reactions to it. I hope it makes you smile. -Sakasen
Osomatsu: As an avoid shitposter he has prepared an entire folder of Bee Movie reaction images. The group chat is spammed with Barry x Adam pictures ala MS Paint. Even after banning him he just creates a new chat with everyone in it. Every time he sees his crush in person he gives them a printed meme. There is no escape. A monster has been created.
Karamatsu: Thinks that their crush genuinely likes Bee Movie so he reads all of it in one sitting. In about a week he’ll be trying to explain his Bee Movie theories and critiques to his crush. “The character motivation for Barry in Act 2 was stunning,” It gets even worse when he buys the merchandise for them. Oh god. Are those matching Bee Movie t-shirts?
Choromatsu: Confused, lost, and afraid. Why did his crush send this? Do they really like this kind of stuff? In secret, he rents the movie and watches it to try and understand. He re-watches multiple scenes in case he missed something. Crumpled notebook paper is everywhere and charts are on the walls. Osomatsu comes in to tell him it’s time for dinner, Choromatsu shrieks that he’s trying to find the meaning of life. He writes an entire book on his research of Bee Movie and gives it to his crush.
Ichimatsu: Their crush notices Ichimatsu’s behavior has altered around him a bit. He’s fine when his brothers are around but when it’s just him and his crush he says things like “Buzz” and “Honey is… good.” Ichimatsu sounds unsure of himself. Later on he starts wearing an antennae headband and when his crush finally asks about it he replies with: “Are… Are you not into sexy bees?” He is dead serious. Please help this man, he only knows about lolcat memes.
Jyushimatsu: He memorized the entire god damn thing. Now he has the ability to spurt random lines of the script at will. The worst part is that he yells all of it, claiming that a movie is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. It will be 3 AM with everyone else fast asleep when Jyushimatsu sits upright and proclaims “ACCORDING TO ALL KNOWN LAWS OF AVIATION THERE IS NO WAY A BEE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FLY”
Todomatsu: Won’t admit it, but he is 100% meme trash. Pretends to be annoyed by the Bee Movie script at first but ends up sending it back to his crush. Then it becomes a test of meme capacity. Now other movies are getting involved; Space Jam, Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Road Chip, Shrek 3… The scripts have become synonymous with love letters.
It was one of your work friends’ birthday parties and
she’d hired out an amazing club room, complete with a fantastic DJ, five star
food and tasteful décor. People were already up and dancing when you arrived,
telling you that it was going to be a good night, even though you didn’t know
too many people there.
“Happy Birthday you!”
You cried happily as you spied her
through the crowd and walked up to give her a warm hug.
“Thank you! (Y/N), have
you seen who’s here?”
She questioned, raising her eyebrow.
“No I just got here,
You were deadly curious.
“Look five o’ clock…and he’s heading our way.”
warned. You scrunched your eyebrows together as you turned around. Immediately,
your mood turned sour, seeing your rival Kim Jonghyun strut confidently towards
you, oozing sex appeal. That white blond hair haunted your dreams; you hated
the singer but why did he have to be so damn hot?!
“Hi (Y/N), looking very pretty
He said with an arrogant smirk.
“Oh save it Jonghyun.”
making him chuckle. The deal with Kim Jonghyun was that you once had a ‘thing’
back in the day. He’d seduce you, take you to bed, and then act like a total
dick, constantly pulling you close then pulling you away like an elastic band
until you put your foot down. Since then, he hadn’t given up on trying to make
you fall back in to his spider’s web.
“Hey now, why so serious? I was simply
giving you a compliment.”
He teased, his stunning deep chocolate eyes twinkling
under the disco lights. Even though your heart was pounding like a bass drum
and your palms began to sweat, you still had to stand behind your brick wall
which shielded you from Jonghyun’s sensual trap.
“Yeah well I don’t want your
compliments Jonghyun so save it for a woman that will put up with your shit.”
felt like you needed a pat on the back for pushing Jonghyun away. It was more
difficult than it looked, denying a sex god what he wanted but you were a goddess
yourself who needed respect. At first, Jonghyun’s alluring grin was wiped from
his kissable mouth but soon, it came back with vengeance.
“I forgot how feisty
you are. It’s really sexy.”
It wasn’t surprising how you wanting to melt like
butter in to his arms; with that body he had, it was difficult to stand up
straight. Anxiously, you gulped, trying to keep your nerve.
“Back off Jonghyun.
I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.”
Suddenly, you were interrupted by
the birthday girl. Comforting you, she held your hand.
kids, let’s keep it friendly.”
You knew she was teasing but Jonghyun and his
charm was no joke.
It was pitch black, chilly and damp outside; the time
was getting late yet the party seemed to be just starting. As you walked, you
stumbled a little, indicating that you were getting a little tipsy. Alcohol
gave you a warm buzz and confidence that you couldn’t collect without it.
Still, you thought it would be best to get some fresh air seeing as the room
was unbearably hot and too crowded for your liking.
Standing outside, you thought you were alone. Taking a
moment to yourself, you looked up at the blinding white full moon and the
sparkling diamond-like stars; it was a perfect clear sky with not one cloud in
sight. It was beautiful.
“Star gazing, (Y/N)?”
Jonghyun appeared from the
darkness; a child of the night.
“My god Jonghyun why are you everywhere
tonight?! Are you stalking me?!”
You barked at him like an irritated dog but he
didn’t seem to be scared of you; it only seemed to amuse him more. The sex god
chuckled, looking so damn fine in his tight white jeans and low cut V neck
black shirt, showing his cute mole on his toned chest.
“Any man would be crazy
not to want to be around you (Y/N). What’s the matter with you? We used to be
so good together.”
Jonghyun edged closer as he spoke then softly placed his
hands on your waist. You didn’t want him to see how breathless he made you.
were before I realized that you were just another player Jonghyun.”
his wrists and threw them away from your body.
“Why do you keep fighting me? I
know you want me.”
He whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your ear
lobe and sending shivers down your spine. Jonghyun had you pressed up against
the wall, hot and vulnerable; you didn’t know what to do or think.
“Do I hell.”
You panted, your voice full of lust, telling Jonghyun how you really felt. With
his plump lips so close to yours, all you wanted to do was grab him and kiss
him hard. Again, he placed his hands on your waist then slowly, slid them down
on to your behind. Being as cheeky as he was, he gave your butt a squeeze.
“Just admit it (Y/N). Say it. You want me.”
His touch was smouldering; you were
already so lost in him. It was like your mind and your body were driving in the
opposite directions; your fingers playing with his fluffy hair and leaning your
head back so his lips could caress your neck yet your mouth was saying
off Jonghyun or I’ll scream.”
Subconsciously, you were pressing your body
against him, your mind in a muddled mess being confused by the reality; you
wanted Kim Jonghyun so bad.
“Or I could make you scream.”
At that point, the
bomb had finished ticking, the brick wall collapsed. It was time for the
eruption. You grabbed him by the neck of his shirt and crushed your lips against
You growled against his smirking lips.
“I want you Kim Jonghyun.”
Your bra fell to the floor, joining your panties and
the rest of your clothing. Within seconds, Jonghyun’s face was in between your
“I’ve missed you (Y/N). Come back to me.”
He hummed before
passionately taking your nipples in to his mouth and nibbling on them.
You moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, throwing your head back in
pleasure. His tongue felt so great swirling around your sensitive nipples. On
the floor, he kneeled before you like you were his queen, beautifully nude, his
muscular body turning you on like crazy. He’d worked out a lot since you last
saw each other naked. Roughly, sloppily,
Jonghyun began to kiss and drag his lips down your stomach. He couldn’t have
been more in a rush to taste all of you; to have you back next to him in his
bed where you used to lie. His mouth continued exploring you, moving down south
until he reached his destination. Inside, your lungs were heaving, your heart
was punching against your chest from all the adrenaline shooting through you.
Loudly, you moaned as you felt his tongue lick playfully at your clit.
You cried, grabbing his head harder and controlling where you wanted to
focus your pleasure. Expertly, he sucked up your juices that were dripping rapidly
from your pussy; you couldn’t help being so aroused. It was a Jonghyun thing,
he knew what you liked and wasn’t afraid to push you over the edge.
You purred his name like a cat, being sent in to heaven by his mouth. He tasted
you like you were the most delicious meal he’d ever tried in his whole life,
not wasting one bit of your wetness. Jonghyun pushed your legs back so your
body fell on to his bed, making you giggle; you still had a buzz of the alcohol
but Jonghyun made you the giddiest. Dominantly, he climbed on all fours on top
of you and pinned your wrists down at either side of your head.
growled. Kissing him was like letting all the sexual frustration that he’d
built up out though you wanted to grab him; he wanted every bit of control he
could take. His throbbing manhood jabbed the very top of your thigh, making you
crave him so much; you wanted to feel him fill every bit of emptiness you felt.
As you chased his tongue with yours, you began to grind your pelvis up against
him and listened to his deep groans.
“Do you even know how crazy you make me?
You turn me on looking so damn sexy and then you won’t let me have you. You
don’t play fair.”
His voice was deep and heated, making you fall in to his
submission. Finally, he had you where he wanted you and you were too turned on
to care. Claiming your body, he pulled roughly at your bottom lip, sending just
the right amount of pain and pleasure through your system followed by a hard
bite to the neck. He bruised your skin no doubt; Jonghyun wanted to tell the
rest of the world that you were his and his only.
You whimpered as he bit
down on your shoulder.
“You never play fair either Jonghyun. Please, quit
playing with me.”
You needed to beg him to let your wrists go so you could have
your way. Jonghyun’s puppy dog eyes were alive and burning, needing you to fuel
his flame. To Jonghyun’s surprise, you picked up the strength to flip him over
on his back so you were straddling him. That sexual, Cheshire cat grin returned
on his flawless face. Deep down, he liked that spark, the playfulness you had
running through your veins.
“Make me not regret this in the morning.”
uttered softly before leaning in and kissing him hard, delving in to his mouth
and, as you kissed, you got hold of Jonghyun’s ever growing manhood. Taking
your time, you placed it inside of you. Jonghyun immediately groaned in the
kiss, making your lips vibrate. You let out a sigh of relief as he filled you;
Jonghyun had a cock that was the perfect fit for you like Cinderella’s glass
slipper. Together, in sync, you moved your hips together so he had every single
inch inside you until he was balls deep in your dripping pussy. Making you bite
your lip, Jonghyun squeezed and spanked your ass cheeks as you rode him hardcore.
You leaned your head back, exposing all of your top half, your breasts bouncing
as you went harder, feeling your orgasm building in your core. Frustratingly,
Jonghyun didn’t want you to cum yet; he still wanted to make you insane for
Jonghyun picked you up, wrapping your legs tightly around
his waist and carried you outside on to his balcony.
“Jonghyun, people could see us!”
your voice still spilling with lust. Jonghyun silenced you, placing his finger
gently against your lips.
“I don’t give a fuck. Let them see us.”
thought it would but the thought of people seeing made your pussy squeeze
tightly around his cock. Still holding you close against his chest, he began to
lift you up and down on his cock, flexing his stunning muscles.
“Oh my god.”
You panted, resting your head against his, the mixture of his cock fucking you
and seeing his perfect body in all its glory made you need to cum so hard.
Jonghyun grunted, working his biceps and hips; he couldn’t get any deeper within
you. Whilst he fucked you, he penetrated your thumping heart too, reminding you
why you left in the first place. You couldn’t deny it; you’d always feel
something for the beautiful musician.
“Oh Jonghyun, harder! Please!”
screamed it so the whole world could hear, your cries echoing it down the
street. On the ground, you could see your silhouette; the shadow of you and
Jonghyun making love under the stars. Sinking your nails in to his shoulders,
you let go of your orgasm and lost all control.
“Yes baby! Cum for me. Give it
Jonghyun grit his teeth as he felt you tighten around him whilst you came, your
orgasm spilling all over him. You could have rolled your eyes back in to your
skull; he felt so damn good inside you and now you needed his orgasm too.
it to me Jonghyun. Fuck me harder!”
Making you squeal and giggle, he took you back in to
his room and threw you on the bed. Carnally, he claimed your lips once more,
thrusting his pelvis harder, faster, getting possessed by his passion; he made
you scream his name over and over again. You saw his eyes getting deeper,
almost black and his pupil’s dilating. The sex god bit his on his bottom lip.
going to cum! Fuck!”
He roared like a lion. With one final thrust in to your pussy, he
exploded like a volcano inside you, spilling his hot lava. For a moment, the
two of you stayed perfectly still, feeling his cum leak from you and letting
the orgasm fade in to bliss. Surprisingly, when he pulled out, he curled up and
rested his head on your stomach. Jonghyun looked so adorable; you couldn’t
resist stroking his hair.
“I’m sorry I acted like a dick..truth is..I fell in
love with you a long time ago.”
He uttered, beginning to draw love hearts on
your navel with his soft fingertips. Hearing that, butterflies began to flutter
and crash around in your stomach.
You questioned. With loving eyes,
he looked up at you and nodded.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re beautiful. After you
left…I realized just how much I need you.”
He got up and placed a chaste kiss
upon your lips.
“So, here’s my proposal. I quit being an asshole and I take you
on a date as soon as the sun comes up.”
Oh, you couldn’t say no to that jaw
dropping smile. Innocently, you giggled, gazing in to his sweet eyes.
Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do (Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
It stay Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie On that chardonnay, scoring touch down like a runway I’m Texas forever like Bombay, and I’m redboned yo Billion Ring like Donjae, I’m camo in here yo These thots can’t clock me nowadays You wish I was your pound cake Boy you know I look good as fuck You wish I was your babymomma Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators Of course sometimes shit go down When it’s a billion dollars on an elevator Of course sometimes shit go down When it’s a billion dollars on an elevator (Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)
Momma taught me good home training My Daddy taught me how to love my haters My sister told me I should speak my mind My man made me feel so God damn fine (I’m flawless!)
You wake up, flawless Post up, flawless Ridin’ round in it, flawless Flossin’ on that, flawless This diamond, flawless My diamond, flawless This rock, flawless My Roc, flawless I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell ‘em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say “I look so good tonight” God damn, God damn Say “I look so good tonight” God damn, God damn, God damn
I wake up looking this good And I wouldn’t change it if I could (If I could, if I, if I, could) And you can say what you want I’m the shit (what you want I’m the shit) I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit I want everyone to feel like this, tonight God damn, God damn, God damn (Onika)
[Nicki Minaj:] Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
[Beyonce:] (Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian Nicki, Bey, be eatin’ diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
[Nicki Minaj:] Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me Propofol, I know they hope I fall But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol 'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh It’s every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and Bey Curvalicious, pussy served delicious Mayday mayday, earth to bitches Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh The queen of rap, slayin with queen Bey If you ain’t on the team, you playin’ for team D 'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters This watch right here done faced blizzards I confess, I woke up like this All this drank in my cup like this All this ass on that flawless dick Instagram another flawless pic Flawless city with these flawless titties I’ve got all these hundreds, you’ve got all them fifties I’m with some flawless bitches because they be mobbin’ pretty 'Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly Throw that ass back I be on my frisbee Princess cut diamonds on my Disney He want monster Nicki in Sri Lanka I told 'em meet me at the trump, Ivanka I said come here let me show you how this cookie tastes This that yeah, nigga, eat the cookie face
“Eisuke, please, if you wont do it for yourself then at least do it for me.” I pleaded to my boyfriend of nearly 3 years.
“Trust me, I know plenty of ways I can exercise without going to a gym.” He said grinning at me. I just gave him an unamused stare.
“Fine, but only under one condition… You have to go with me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his tone of voice.
Finally after months of pleading and begging I managed to get Eisuke to work out. The doctor had been telling him recently that yes, he was healthy, but in order to keep his health he needed to workout and keep a healthy diet. I was always the one to cook for him, and when I did, it was 9 times out of 10 very healthy. But he did really need to start working out in order to keep his health.
“Okay so how about we start going this Tuesday?”
“Going? No need. I’ll have a personal gym built somewhere. I think that you should know by now that it’s not a good idea for me to go in public for long periods of time.”
“Oh… yeah. I didn’t even think about that.”
“Then Tuesday it is.”
He said as he opened his laptop back up to get to work. Tuesdays was the only day when he had a little bit less work and could actually make time. I’m pretty excited about doing this with him. I think that it might be nice to start working out again.
It was only about 30 minutes until we had to leave to go to his “personal gym” he had built. I walked into our bedroom and started to get changed into black spandex shorts, my Nike’s, a razor back shirt, a very visible sports bra, and a high ponytail. I grabbed my phone and headphones as I left to meet up with Eisuke in front of Tres Spades.
I walked down the stairs that led to the penthouse living room, not planning for anyone to be there since I wasn’t wearing the most modest clothes. Immediately I spotted a mischievous looking Ota grinning at his phone while walking to the elevator as well.
“Oh, hey______! What’s up? … whoa.” He said surprised, looking up from his phone when he realized I was also heading to towards the elevator.
“Uh hey Ota, nothin’ much. Just heading to the front to meet up with Eisuke.”
“Dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with this?”
“Well for one, Eisuke will probably have to beat all the guys off of you with a bat, and secondly, if you’re meeting with him to go somewhere your usually wearing something super formal.”
“Eh? Was that a complement? Anyways where you headed to?”
“Ahh, I’m not too sure, but probably just the studio.” For some reason he still looked on edge and awkward around me. Maybe I really should have thought twice about these clothes.
“Whelp, see ya’ later Ota!”
I said with a smile as I waved and he waved back. He didn’t sound to sure of himself when he said that he was headed to the studio, I wonder what he’s actually up to…
As I continued to walk towards the front of the building, getting many open mouthed stares by people (mostly guys) passing by. Oh god, Eisuke is gonna be so pissed if he sees all these people staring at what he would call “his woman.” Ugh. I hated when he called me that. Anyways, I spotted Eisuke toward the front of the building still wearing his sexy ass suit while checking his watch. Damn, he’s one fine ass man. I furiously started walking towards him, near running, when I remembered what we were fully about to do.
When I was about a foot away from him I jumped into his arms since I haven’t spent any good quality time or even seen him much for a few days. The look on his face was shocked and when I saw it I immediately started to giggle. Unfortunately his face soon contorted into a mischievous grin and he wrapped his arms around my lower back while drawing small circles with his thumbs.
“Ei- Eisuke! What are you doing, were in public?!?!” I slapped his arm off me and got my footing on the ground again. He slowly slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me in towards him while he pressed his fingers into my waist slightly. He then moved his lips to my ear and whispered causing a chill to run down my back.
“______, what are wearing? Do you know how many men are staring at you right now?”
“U-ah, Eisuke please stop doing th- that. And also, I honestly didn’t think that it would attract that much attention.”
I could feel a low rumble in his chest as he growled at me.
“Come on babe, let’s go already.” I said hoping to cool off his anger at the men surrounding us.
We walked to his expensive looking car and he drove us to his new gym. On the way we talked about miniscule things and also about me and Ota’s awkward run-in.
Finally we got to the gym, which by the way, was so freaking glamorous with its colorful and chic interior, lined with weights and machines. I’m pretty sure I looked like a child in a candy store when I walked around looking at the unique colors and machines. It was so much different than any other gym I had ever been to. I couldn’t wait to work out here.
“Well, you seem to like it.” He said with his smirk and took his bag full of his change of clothes and all to the bathroom to get changed.
He soon walked out in training sweatpants, Nike’s, and a towel around neck. Yes, that’s it, no shirt….. I guess this will be more difficult to even concentrate than I thought. I soon find myself in awe and staring at his body and practically drooling with absolutely no shame whatsoever. [ A/N: OMFG MEEEEE. I LUV U BBY]
“Are you just going to stare at me all day or are we gonna get to it?” He said snapping me out of my reverie.
“Uhh. Oh yeah…”
After stretching, I walked over the to the weights and grabbed a bar weight and began doing my squats. Eisuke got on the bench press and started to bench weight. God, could he get anymore beautiful? Just look at those beautiful and articulated muscles bulging. [A/N: *Nosebleeds]
Wow… this isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. And getting to see _____ do squats is my main reason for agreeing to this. Damn, look at that ass.
Okay, I seriously need to stop looking at her squatting in those booty shorts or else it’s just going to give me a bon- uh I mean problem.
She finally stopped and started walking to the mat on the floor. Thank God, maybe now I can focus on working out without getting turned on. Wait…. What?
She got on the mat and started doing Side Laying Leg lifts (laying on your side and lifting one leg and putting it back down over and over again). OH MY GOD. Is she trying to turn me on? I can clearly see the inside of her beautiful tan thighs like I do when I’m making love to her. All I want to right now is fuck her senseless.
Soon I got an idea that decided to give a try. I’m going to see if I can arouse her. I got up and started walking to her. When I approached her I laid on the mat next to her and wrapped one arm around her waist and laid the other on her hip.
“Eisuke, quit. I can’t do my workout if you’re messing with me!” I loved when she got all angry at me and flustered like this. I pretty much ignored her comment and placed my head in the dip of her neck, and was basically forcefully spooning with her while she desperately tried to wiggle out of my grasp.
“I love you.” She finally quit moving when I said this and just turned her head to look behind her. I pressed a sweet kiss onto her lips, which soon became more than sweet. She licked my lower lip asking for entrance, and I willingly gave it to her. Our tongues battled for dominance and I of course won.
I flipped her over on the mat and pinned her arms above her head with one my hands and used the other to feel up her ass through her thin spandex shorts. As soon as I let her hands go she scraped her feminine nails all over my already naked chest. She slightly started working her hands down lower earning her a low growl. I saw her smirking and decided it was her turn. I flipped her over on all fours and started to grind my hips into her backside.
“Ei- Eisuke, please quit teasing me. Touch me already.” Damn I’ve always loved how she says what on her mind at all times and never holds back.
“Are you sure? You’ve turned me on so much today I don’t think that Ill be able to be sweet with you.”
“Ahah- that’s okay. You know I like it better rough anyways.” She said seductively, once again looking back at me with lustful eyes.
“As do I, my dear.” I flipped her over and we both started at each other with animalistic urges the whole night and never made it back.
~The Next Morning~
I woke up slowly fluttering my eyelashes, only to notice that I was lying naked next to Eisuke. Our clothes were aimlessly thrown in every corner of the windowless room.
This is really disgusting…. I think that this has to be the most disgusting way I’ve ever had sex. Eisuke started wake up.
“Good morning babe.” I said trying to hide my embarrassment.
“Well, at least we still got some type of workout in.” My boyfriend said with a smirk.
When Eisuke and _____ arrived back at the penthouse the following morning they were met with 4 other smiling faces (with the exception of my bby Sor-chan).
“I told you they wouldn’t make it back until the morning. Time to pay up Baba!!” Ota said holding out his hand.
“Fine. But I just want to mention it’s REALLY creepy how you just happened to know this.” Baba placed a few hundreds into Ota’s out-held hand.
“Well, I mean I’m obviously the only one who saw what _____ was wearing yesterday before she headed off with Boss.” Which brought everyone’s attention to the just retuned couple again.
“Seriously Ota, the whole outfit thing again?!?” Said _______.
“Your right ______, It does look a bit more wrinkled today.”
“That’s not at all what I trying to say!!!”
“Damn, Boss must be really good in bed or something, she cant even think clearly. Care to give a few tips Eisuke?” Baba said and _______ immediately started blushing and hid behind Eisuke who guided her to their bedroom.
A/N: Comment, PM, Requests, and whatever you want. I honestly did want to go further with the smuttiness, but I didn’t feel like having to make this Headcannon list have lemons yet so….. yeah. BUT REST ASSURED THERE WILL BE LEMONS AND MUCH SMUT IN FUTURE HEADCANONS!!!
A/N: another “meeting Deadpool/Wade Wilson” oneshot. I remember first seeing the laundromat scene with Wade and Al and wondering if anyone else was there to listen to her call him a dumbass so I guess that’s where this came from 😂 I know in this piece Wade is ooc, but we didn’t really see him interact with strangers in the movie all that much besides him following Vanessa to her apartment. I think because of the experience of all the people staring at him in fear and disgust it would cause him to be wary of strangers and maybe even a little shy. Also, remember to let me know what you think. I LOVE GETTING REQUESTS PLEASE SEND SOME IN. Other than that I hope you like it ❤️
The sound of your car door slamming shut reverberated through the quiet parking lot while you hauled your basket of dirty clothes into the laundromat. You felt light that morning with the enjoyment of a simple chore.
You backed into the door, pushed it open and let it swing closed. The tinkle of the bell above the door barely registered in your mind as you saw the man standing in the corner you had never seen before.
He wore a multi colored cap and navy blue pullover hoodie, with gloves on his hands. You slowly kept pace to the washer that you usually used next to Al. Once you got closer you could see the painful looking scars that covered his whole face and, as far as you could tell, his whole head.
You ended up a couple spaces to the right on the table opposite of the man. Not one to be caught staring, you went about your chore and set your laundry basket down on the table, and got your dirty laundry and soap out.
But you found yourself looking up at him and wondering who he was and what the hell happened to him. You didn’t think he’d notice you, with him pouring a generous amount of seltzer water over a stained sweater with a determined look on his features. But he quickly proved you wrong.
Suddenly, his eyes looked up to yours and met your stare. The brown eyes that looked back at you made your breath catch and damn it all if something hadn’t stirred in your chest. You ignored the instinct to look down in embarrassment at being caught staring and boldly kept his eyes and gave him a shy smile.
Your eyes widened as his head tilted to the side, like a confused puppy. ‘Great (Y/N), you probably creeped him out,’ you chastised yourself. A new wave of timidity washed over you, which also caused your cheeks to turn a light shade of pink which you were sure he noticed. If the small uptick of his lips was any indication.
As if trying to shake the blush away, you shook your head discreetly from side to side and started loading your clothes into the wash. This time, you could feel his eyes dart towards your turned form, and when you’d turn back to grab more laundry, his gaze would be immediately drawn back to his stained sweater.
‘At least I’m not the only one staring. Even if he is doing it to make sure the creepy girl in the laundromat leaves him alone,’ you thought. The washer was all loaded up with your clothes so you dug through your purse and grabbed a handful of quarters to feed the machine. Because you had been a little busier loading your clothes, it was easy to focus the attention on something other than the mystery man.
Now you were finished, still facing the washer, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. Usually you chatted up Al, asked how she was doing, made sure she was getting along okay. This time, you couldn’t find the confidence to turn around and start a conversation. Not with the embarrassing but barely noticeable encounter with the man across from Al still hanging in the air.
So you did what any mature adult would do. You decided to wait out the washing machine by staring at it. It was working for about ten minutes until a not so muffled curse was spoken from behind you.
“What the fuck? God damn it. Al, did you take my quarters again?” An impatient voice asked.
You turned to see who it was and sure enough, the man and Al were engaged in a swear word filled debate about whether or not the man’s quarters were stolen or simply forgotten.
“Okay, that’s fucking fine. I can definitely go without washing my fucking nasty ass clothes. Good luck with your old lady pants. Please do everything you can to get the shitty smell out of them,” the man sounded extremely exasperated with Al. Even as much as Al was a defenseless little old lady, you couldn’t blame him. Al had some bite if you weren’t careful.
This so called bite showed up in Al as she called him a dumbass. You fully turned as they got into it again and had a change of heart about spending some quality time with the washer.
“I have some extra quarters you can have,” you quietly piped up. Al and the man both looked towards you stunned, like they forgot about the other human beings in the laundromat.
The man stared for a while before scowling at Al and throwing a playful smirk towards you, “That’s fine sweetheart. I can just punish Al by wearing my dirty rotten chimi-fucking-changa smelling clothes until the next laundry day.” He ended with his piercing glare on Al again, who was folding up her laundry and about to leave.
“Such a douche. Have fun getting back on your own,” Al croaked and walked out of the laundromat with clean laundry in tow. Both you and the man stared after her, you with a small smile on your face, him with a ‘if-looks-could-kill’ kinda glare.
You looked back to the man and pulled a couple dollars worth of quarters out of your bag.
“Here, I have more than enough,” you softly spoke. The man’s head quickly swiveled to yours, it was a couple minutes before he actually took the quarters from you. He seemed to study your face, for something you couldn’t identify, as you somewhat awkwardly stood with your hand stretched out.
When he did take the quarters, you tried not to blush again when his gloved fingers stroked yours as he scooped the quarters from your hand. “Thank you,” his voice was as small as yours which was an extreme surprise. Just thirty seconds ago he was cussing out Al and not very quietly either.
You shrugged your shoulders to say no big deal. Another awkward silence ensued and the only thing you could think of was to fill it.
“So, do you live with Al?” You quickly blurted.
He looked up at you from the washer he was giving quarters to answer, “Yep. The worst roommate too. Can’t assemble ikea furniture worth a damn.”
His response made you giggle because you thought he was kidding. Little did you know, he wasn’t. But that wasn’t important at the moment.
“You know Al?” The man asked. You found yourself dumbly nodding your head and quickly responding.
“Yeah, we met a year ago when I was having trouble with my washer. She helped me out. I’m clueless sometimes,” you rolled your eyes at yourself to accompany your words and wrung your hands in insecurity.
The man laughed, “You seem to take care of yourself just fine. And others.” He held up the quarters you give him as an example.
You shrugged your shoulders again, this time being able to fight back the scarlet coloring of your cheeks at the compliment.
“Um, my name’s (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you, Al’s roommate,” you stumbled out, not in the confident way you were hoping to. You convinced yourself that the reason you introduced yourself was to be polite, but you knew that it was really so maybe you could get to know him and his brown eyes better.
His beautiful smile sparkled, “Wade Wilson, and the pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”
You opened your mouth to continue the conversation but you were interrupted by the alarm on your washer going off behind you.
You could feel Wade still staring at you as you pulled on the handle of the washer to open it. Unfortunately you found major difficulty in the task. The handle wouldn’t open no matter how hard you yanked.
“Stupid thing,” you huffed out in anger. You completely forgot Wade until he was right behind you, speaking.
During a particularly hard pull on the handle, he spoke, “Here, I got it.”
Wade startled you, which caused you to let go of the handle and fly backwards into his chest. Wade’s heavy hands went to your hips to steady you. You felt sparks on your waist at his solid touch. You think he noticed it too as he inhaled a sharp breath.
“Uh, thank you. Sorry for-”
“No it’s fine, are you okay?”
“Yeah…fine,” but you were totally not fine. This man with the brown eyes and strong hands and muscle definition you could feel through his sweatshirt was touching you. It was a lot to take in at once. Wade’s hands lingered for a few more seconds and abruptly let go. He reached in front of you to the washer handle and pulled harder than you could have, effectively unjamming the door.
“Thanks,” you forgot you were chest to back with Wade and turned around, it was your turn to intake a quick breath as your eyes met his chest. You looked up to find him already looking down at you. You stared up unabashedly into his brown eyes, feeling like they were pulling you in.
Wade started to bend his head down near yours and butterflies erupted in your stomach. Time stopped and it was just the two of you staring into each other’s eyes, faces inching closer and closer by the second. You could feel your heartbeat pick up, until you were convinced everyone else in the laundromat could hear it pound.
Disastrously, the harsh ringtone of someone’s phone made the both of you jump apart and Wade to dig through his pants pocket in search of the noise.
His non eyebrow covered eyes flew open at the caller ID.
“Yeah?…You did?…That’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
You watched as he jogged around the table to pull his stained sweater out of the washer. Wade seemed to forget about you until you had started to make some noise, pulling your wet clothes out of the washer and into your basket so you could hang them up on a clothes line at home. Maybe it was easier for your brain to pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen, but it wasn’t easy for the rest of you to forget. You felt the harsh absence of Wade’s presence and turned to look back at him to see if he had left without a word.
However, you found him still by the tables getting ready to leave when he met your gaze.
Wade stopped with a look of regret on his face, but quickly covered it with a smirk, “Just so we’re clear, laundry day is Tuesdays for me and old Al.” Wade quickly walked away from the washers and out the door, looking back once to throw you a wink.
‘Oh great, he can wink too? I don’t know what’s better, seeing the eye close or seeing his brown eyes open,’ you rambled in your mind, attempting to process everything that had just happened.
Happiness hit you quickly as you realized what Wade had said. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with how wide you were smiling. You shook your head out of its reverie and quickly loaded all your clothes into the basket so you could get home now that nothing was keeping you at the laundromat.
Once you were in the car, you put your keys into the ignition and sighed, “I guess laundry day is moving to Tuesdays.” It was easy to pretend that this was an inconvenience to you but your heart wouldn’t let you stay home next Tuesday even if your life depended on it.
⭐️A/N: btw I went to ikea today and I found the hurdal and the trysil. (It’s okay if you don’t know what I’m talking about, I understand that not everybody has seen Deadpool as many times as I have) I freaked out. My family didn’t know what was wrong with me 😂
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I really think that Hirst is just going to make Gisla's character arch as one of "Rollo's wife and mother of his children" which is okay, but I am scratching my head at how "Different" her character is: as in not being worried about her people, being too content with her marriage so soon, and not literally pushing Rollo to destroy Ct. Odo. Also, she tends to forget to spend time with her people. She's waaayy too relaxed is the word, knowing Ragnar is coming back LOL. Thoughts?
I completely agree with you. At first I thought I was just really dissapointed in how they’ve written Rollo x Gisla, but it’s not so much Rollo but Gisla’s side of the relationship that makes no sense whatsoever.
Gisla’s entire arc in season 3 was about how strong of a leader and how empathatic she was with her people when her father was not. I understood that she was horrified at having to marry a man by force, one of the men she fought so hard to keep out of her city. So the first few episodes made sense in that way, though like you said, I would have liked to keep seeing her interacting with her people.
Here are some words that Gisla used to desribe Rollo:
This… thing (3x10)
Filthy pagan (3x10)
You animal (4x01)
You ignorant savage (4x03)
But then Rollo wonderously quickly learns French and she pretty much jumps him??? Honestly it just reads like a badly written fanfiction. (No seriously I remember reading a fanfiction for a different couple a few weeks ago and it was building nicely but then out of the all they were having sex, I closed it immediately)
It’s a dishonour to Gisla’s character as she was introduced to us. There is no forward progress here. Especially their scene in episode 5, where it’s all about his control and not hers.
“In any case, my father needs you.”
Your father was fine before because he had you to deal with things, but apparently that’s all forgotten now that you’re a happily married woman?
“In Frankia, we do certain things differently.”
Like defying your father has and leading a god damn army? Getting some sacred banner to bring your men courage? Turning down man because you can damn well take care of your own?
But nah, she now has a good husband to take care of war stuff, so instead she grabs some food and turns around in bed. Just imagine how awesome it would have been to have them both standing over the war table, Gisla explaining the land strategically to him, telling him secret advantages that only she knows because she’s been in this situation before and she’ll do anything to assure that doesn’t happen again.
Just to be clear to anyone who’s reading this: I am happy Gisla and Rollo are happy, but I am extremely dissapointed as a shipper and as someone who likes good character arcs and writing. I said before this season that I was just shipping the potential of the two together, and Hirst seems to have thrown that potential out of the window mostly. There’s still a little hope in that we still have 15 episodes to go, but I’m not optimistic about them changing the course of her character, which is a damn shame because she should’ve been so much more.
***AUTHORS NOTE: A lot of people have been asking me if I’m still going to write about Zayn in my preferences? Well of course I am! He is still part of the ot5 like he is still part of our hearts. Enjoy xx. ALSO SEND IN REQUESTS!
Harry: “You can make this one baby,” you yelled. “I believe in you.” Both Harry and the booth boy gave you a side-ways glance. Harry burned around thirty dollars on this basketball carnival game. But no matter how many misses, he believed he could still make three baskets in a row and you did not want to be the one to burst his bubble. He let out a loud sigh. He flexed his arm and elbow back. He was wearing a muscle tee and you felt a smile creep onto your face. You admired your boyfriend as he got into position to shoot the basket. He already had two in a row, and only needed one more. He exhaled again, moved his arm back, then forward, then let go. You know those dramatic movies, where its the last twenty seconds of the game and the beautiful main character shoots the ball and it hits then the rim then the ball makes it in? Yeah, well, Harry was not so lucky. The ball hit the rim and instead of falling in, it bounced out. “Goddamn it!” he screamed, kicking the ball to the other side of the court. “Give me another try!” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing the booth boy ten more dollars. The young man shook his head, “No,” he said. “I can’t deal with this anymore.” Harry rolled his eyes, “Yeah, like you could do better.” The boy raised his eyebrows and picked up the basketball from the ground, “All right,” he said, cockily. “Wanna put money on it?” the boy asked. Harry crossed his arms across his chest, “What’s the bet?” he said. Harry towered over the adolescent but the boy did not back down nor did he looked intimidated. “If I get these next three baskets, you leave and if I don’t, you can keep playing until you win,” he said. “For free.” You felt your body tense as Harry’s mouth grew into a smirk, knowing he was falling for the kids gamble. “Your on,” Harry said. “Kid.” He turned his back on him and walked over to you. He leaned against the fence, his arms still across his chest. The first two baskets, barely, made it in. Hitting the rim each time. It was the boys last try. He got into position, angled his arm back, then forward, then let go. He got it in, with a perfect swish. When he realized he made it, he turned toward the two of you, and smile broke out onto his face. He picked up the ball and shrugged his shoulders. “Easy as hell,” he said. “Now that I have won, how about a kiss beautiful?” he said, eyeing you up and down. You felt your eyes go wide, “Excuse me?” you said. “You’re just fifteen.” “Yeah but I still got game.” he said cocking his eyebrow. Harry scoffed, “Back off kid,” he said, shoving him back. “She is way too hot for you.” He wrapped a protective arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He kissed the side of your head, but never broke eye contact with the booth boy. Then he gripped your hand, and walked off the court. You made it about two feet before he spun you around and kissed you right in the middle of the large crowd. He pulled you closer, placing a hand on your lower back, deepening the kiss. You released first, “What was that for?” you said, still taken back. He cupped your face, “Because you are all mine,” he smiled. “Lets get out of here.”
Louis: Being in the public eye was not exactly your thing. You were an introvert all your life, staying out of the spotlight, talking only when you had to but being friends with One Direction did not make that easy for you. And it was the first time that you had the face the paparazzi without one of them by your side. You were in New York with the boys, and you decided to indulge in some shopping. The boys got home very late last night from the concert and you did not want to bother them but you were regretting that now. You stared out the all glass doors of the hotel lobby. You could see a very narrow path that led to the car. The paparazzi were swarming outside the hotel, pooling into the rode probably making the traffic all the more worse. You couldn’t help but think about how all this was just for you. You couldn’t imagine how much worse it was for the boys. You let out a stressed sigh, ‘Alright’ you thought. ‘You can do this.’ You put a death grip around the strap of your bag. Two bellhops opened the door as you approached it. The light sound of voices quickly turned into screaming. You walked outside and was hit with the sounds of desperate people trying to get any news out of you. You kept your head down, trying to focus on your walking. But suddenly, someone pulled at your bag, causing you to jerk and trip to the ground. Outstandingly, the voices got even louder and the flashes even brighter. You sat on the floor in shock, not knowing what to do. On the brink of tears, you look around for anyone to help but all the guards were trying to keep the paparazzi from jumping you. All of a sudden, you felt hands grip your upper arms, lifting you up. He picked you up and put an arm around your waist, securing you to his side. You look at the man and realized its Louis. He gives you a reassuring smile and leads you down the narrow path to the car. A reporter made it past the man-made walls and began to approach the two of you. He kept yelling things at the two of you. Once you two were close enough for the man to hear, Louis spoke up. “Come on dude, please just back off.” Louis said. The man did not back away, in fact he lifted his camera, and the flash went off in your faces. Louis jaw tensed, and his grip on your waist tightened, “I’m serious, back off,” he said. “Now.” Louis was assertive with his tone. The camera man laughed, “All right, I leave you and your whore alone. For a statement.” The smile he had on his face, sickened you. Louis eyes squinted. Frighteningly, he humorlessly laughed, “Oh yeah?” he said, mockingly. He grabbed the man’s camera by the lens and in a quick flick of his wrist, threw it on the ground. The sound wasn’t loud enough to hear but you watched as the camera shattered into pieces. Louis returned the sardonic smile to the reporter and led you to the car. Once you got in side, he shut the door behind himself. You both turned to face each other at the same, and were surprisingly very close to one another. You both smiled. “What will you do about that camera?” you asked, eyeing him up and down. Secretly, you always admired Louis but no one knew and you weren’t sure if he felt the same way. “They will probably make me pay for it,” he laughed. “And make me do an interview or something.” he said, rolling his eyes. You chuckled along, “Oh god,” you said. “I am so sorry.” You put your head into your hands, completely embarrassed. He inched forward and shook his head. He grabbed your hands and removed them from your face. “It was worth it,” he whispered, cupping your cheek. “You were worth that and so much more.” Then he kissed you. Luckily the windows were tinted, because what had happened next would have made a hell of a story.
Liam: It was one of the hottest days of the summer so far. You thought that you and Liam would have to hide out at home for the whole summer because of how much attention the boys have gotten this past year but Liam said that he and the boys discovered a beach that no one knew about. And any chance you could get to go swimming, you were willing to take. You and Liam packed all your beach things and went to the secluded seaside. Liam was right, there were maybe ten other people there, and they didn’t seem to care much at all who you guys were. When you stepped out of the car, you noticeably relaxed, and looked out across the bay. You inhaled the smell of sea salt and sand. Liam hugged you from behind, “Do you like it?” he asked. You shook your head, and embraced him back. He kissed your shoulder, “Good,” he said. “Let’s go.” He led you down to the waters edge. He placed the bags and the blankets a few feet behind you so they wouldn’t get wet. “Babe, I’m going to get the cooler from the car.” Liam said. “Okay.” you smiled. He let out a little laugh, “Its so nice to see you happy.” he said. He lifted your chin with his finger and kissed you before he left. You were enjoying the view when you noticed the water was reaching farther that it was before. “Shit.” you said out loud. You quickly turned around and ran to you stuff. You picked up as many bags as you could but you couldn’t lift them all yourself. “God damn it.” you said. A boy around your age approached you, “Hey are you all right?” he asked. You shook your head, looking around for Liam. “No. I mean its high tide and I need to move all this stuff but I only had two hands.” you said sarcastically. “Let me help you.” the stranger said. He didn’t even wait for your answer and picked up a few bags. You picked up the remaining few and trailed behind him. “Is this good?” the man asked, using his foot to show you where he was placing your stuff. “Yeah,” you said. “Thats fine.” You dropped the stuff next to him and placed your hands on your hips. “Thanks so much.” You placed a hand over your eyes to block out the sun, and finally took a good look at the guy who helped you. He was staring at you too. “This is a lot of stuff for just one girl.” he smiled, flirtatiously. You uncomfortably chuckled, “Actually I’m-” You got cut off. “Actually mate she’s with me,” Liam said, draping an arm around your shoulders. “And thanks for you help but I think we are good now.” he said. The guy was at a loss of words and walked away without a sound. “Damn,” Liam cursed. “Everybody is looking for a damsel in distress.” He said. He pulled your closer by your hips. You put your two hands on his chest, “Well lucky for you, this damsel has all ready been de-stressed.” you said, biting your bottom lip. He smiled too, “Lucky me.”he said smirking. He leaned over and kissed you lips. When he released he looked at the ocean. Then, without warning, he picked you up over his shoulders and raced to the shore. “Liam!” you screamed. “Don’t worry babe!” he said, excitedly. Then when he reached the water he threw you in but you grabbed his arm just in time so he fell in too. When you two emerged from the water, neither of you could stop laughing. Zayn: The party had all ready started before you and Zayn had arrived. Both of you arrived fashionably dressed and fashionably late, turning many heads as you walked by. Hand in hand, you walked to the beat of the music until you reached the back of the house. But something made you stumble. More like someone. “Oh my god, what the hell is he doing here?” you panicked. You turned around quickly and bumped into Zayn’s chest. “What the hell-” But it was all ready too late. A husky, low laugh made both of you freeze in place, but for two difference reasons. You stood frozen next to Zayn in fear while he stood tall and confidently still. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. “Well what are the odds that both of you would be here?” your ex-boyfriend, Scott, said. He held a beer in his right hand that slushed around when he pointed at the two of you. “I could ask you the same thing,” Zayn sighed. “I believe trash should outside on the curb.” He looked down at Scott, physically dominating over him. “Don’t be so bitter man,” Scott said. He inched closer till he was face to face with Zayn. “Does it bother you that I have done more things to your girlfriend that you have only imagined doing?” Zayn flinched, and a humorless smirk spread across his face. “Oh really?” he said, raising his eyebrow. In one quick motion, Zayn rolled his hand into a fist and pushed his arm up and forward, hitting Scott right on the nose. There was a loud crack, and just by the sound, you knew Scott’s nose was broken. “What the hell dude?” he screeched, backing up and grabbing his nose. Zayn dropped his arm and bent slightly down until he was eye-level with Scott. “You ever talk about my girlfriend like that again, I will break more than just your nose. Do I make myself clear?” he said, intimidatingly. Scott shook his head slightly, and backed away into the kitchen. Then Zayn took your hand softly, and started leading you to the front of the house. “Zayn wait,” you said, pulling back. “Your hand. Its bleeding.” He looked down at this hand and shook his head, “I can bandage it up when we get home.” He drove the two of you home quickly and when you got home, you made him sit on the couch while you got the first aid kit. You sat down in front of him and got out cotton balls and ethyl alcohol. You picked up his right hand softly and pressed the wet cotton ball in on his cuts. “Ouch,” he said, retracting his arm slightly. You finished up cleaning and wrapped his knuckles with gauze carefully. Then you kissed his knuckles softly, “Thank you, baby.” you said. He smiled up at you and with his right index finger, rubbed a line across your bottom lip. “I would do anything for you. You know that right?” he asked. You shook your head and leaned forward. You took one hand and cupped his face, “I love you.” you sighed. He let out a breath of air, “I love you too, babe.” he leaned all the way forward, and pressed his lips into yours. A slow kiss turned into a passionate one, and after sometime all the nights events were forgotten. Niall: It was your first time in LA so Niall decided to take you to a Lakers game. He was able to get court side seats where you could pretty much feel the players sweat on you. Disgusting, yes, but it was all for the experience. Either way, the players were just coming out and you noticed one starting to eye you as soon as he stepped out of the locker room. He took off his long-sleeved shirt but his jersey came off slightly with it. He caught you staring and smiled to himself. You felt yourself cringe and looked away quickly, interlocking your arm with Niall’s. The players then sprawled across the court and started to warm up for their big game against the Boston Celtics tonight. The player who was eyeing you from before, conveniently started shooting baskets near where you were seated. You hoped to god he wouldn’t say anything but life just loves to push you over the edge. “Hey there beautiful.” he said, strolling over to you and placing the basketball on his hip. “Hi?” you said, slightly awkwardly. He laughed at you, “How about after the game, if we win, you and I go to the after party.” he said. You were about to say something when Niall joined in on the conversation. “If you win,” Niall said mockingly. “I wouldn’t bet on it.” The player just scoffed and returned back to practicing, occasionally shooting you a glance here and there. Niall draped a arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. The game began with a loud roar from the crowd. The game continued on, while both teams fought ferociously to keep the score at least even. About half way through the game, the player scored a basket and blew you a kiss as he raced to get to the other side. “What the hell?” Niall said loudly. “What the fuck is he thinking?” You gripped tighter onto his arm and held his hand in it his, “He probably isn’t babe. Just ignore him.” The Celtics fight valiantly against the lakers. But at the end of the day, the Lakers did win but before the player could approach you, Niall hauled the two of you out of the stadium. He mazed through the crowd holding onto your hand tightly until you literally reached the doorhandles of your. He opened your car door for you and waited till you sat down before he closed the door behind you. He raced to the other side and sat in the drivers seat. He started the car but did not immediately start driving. “He better not trying anything.” Niall said. You laughed lightly, “You barely gave him the chance.” You leaned over the dash and cupped Niall’s face, “There is no need to be jealous, he has nothing on you.” you said, smirking slightly. Niall rolled his eyes, “I was not jealous.” he said, unconvincingly. “Whatever you say.” You leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He smiled into the kiss, “I love you so much princess.” he said. You chuckled, “I love you too babe.”
I absolutely hated my job at the 50′s diner near the highway, it was a favorite of truckers, because the waitress dressed up in character costumes. My lovely costume was a poodle skirt, saddle shoes, a pink sweater, a blonde Marylin Monroe wig, and fake boobs.
I started miles under the surface of the fake boobs, I spent most of my shift getting groped by tuckers. That was reason enough to hate my job, but the other reason was I really wanted to own my bakery.Working here, was just a stepping stone to getting there.
My boss was a real winner to, he liked to make his own comments about “his girls” as he called us. He was a disgusting pig, I swear if he grabbed my ass, or fake tits one more time, I might snap.
The bell over the door rang, the Sons came strolling in, some of the others girls were scared of them, I wasn’t. They were always very respectable, I smiled at them as they walked inside.
“Hey boys! You behaving today?” Tig was staring at my chest, rolling my eyes, I snapped my fingers in his face. “Tiggy baby, their fake! How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Aww (Y/N), why do you have to ruin my fantasy?” I let out a laugh. “Give me a hunk-a hunk of burning love burger, with fries.” I finish taking their order, turning it into the cook, I get their drinks.
“Hey Quinn, I haven’t seen you for a while.” I smile at the giant man, God I have a crush on him.
“I’m here for good, I transferred into SAMCRO.” He smiled up at me.
Why did this man have to be so damn fine, there was no way he’d be interested in me. Not if he saw what I really looked like, he’s be disappointed.
“(Y/N), order up!” I walked away, to go get another tables order, rolling your eyes, because this guy had been an ass since he got here. Grabbing my ass and fake tits, making lude comments. I just wanted him to eat and get out. Picking up, his order, I took it to his table, sitting it down.
“Enjoy your meal.” I smiled and said sweetly.
“I’d enjoy it more, if you’d take your clothes off and eat with me.” He grabbed a handful of ass and tit. Quinn overheard his comment and saw what he did, jumped up from his seat, and grabbed the guy by the back of the neck.
“Apologize to the lady!” I saw the look in Qunn’s eyes.
“I’m sorry ma’am.” Quinn carried him to the door and threw him out side. He walked back over to me cupping my face.
“Are you alright.” I could only nod my head, no one had ever come to my defense that way before. He kissed my forehead, and went to sit back down. I heard my name being screamed by my boss, from the back of the diner.
Making my way back to the office, I found him pissed as hell. He pushed me against the wall. “If your biker boyfriends can’t behave themselves, Then they’ll have to leave.”
“He was just defending me against a rude customer, and they aren’t my boyfriend, Russ. Maybe if you did your job instead of sexually harassing the help they wouldn’t have to. Did you know that the Sons are the only men that come in here and keep their hands to themselves? Stop being a pervert and do your job!” I stormed out of his office, my temper was close to boiling out of control.
I heard him call my name, I walked to the kitchen, and started to pick up the rest of mt orders. Russ followed me out into the dinning room, I had set down the first of the plates. Standing next to Tig, Russ grabbed my arm.
“I wasn’t done talking to you!”
“I was done talking to you. I quit! Take your fake tits and shove them where the sun don’t shine!” I pulled out my tits and threw them at his face. Pulling off the wig I tossed it at him.
Storming towards the back, I went to the locker room, changing clothes, the door opened. Quinn was walking towards me, pulling me into his arms, his lips lowering to mine.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you dancing in the dinning room.” He smiled down at me.
“You’re not disappointed by the way I really look?”
“I think you’re beautiful honey.. I’m glad to see the real you.”
**Backroom Romp** AU!Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction by Captain-Krazy 18+ NSFW Sunday Smut Spotlight Submission ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AU!Tom is a vendor that delivers more than just product to Backroom manager Gena ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*SHIT! Not him again…. when are they going to change his route!?*
Gena thought to herself as one of the vendors made his way up the ramp with his cart of product. He had only been servicing her store for a few weeks now and she wished his company would stop sending him. Not because he was rude or anything, just the opposite; he was kind, friendly, and had manners. He was also hot as hell, she didn’t know what she liked more about him; his height, his amazing eyes, or that gorgeous smile of his. She just couldn’t stop thinking about fucking his brains out.
‘Hey Gena, how are you today?’
*Horny, as usual…. Thanks to you! Care to step into my office and help me with that?*