Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.
“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”
Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.
Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”
Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release:
summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?
word count : 3k
author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so??
May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head.
“Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day.
“May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.”
“You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.”
Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning.
“Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.”
She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream.
“You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused.
“A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now.
Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying.
His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too.
“You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face.
“Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”
Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.”
“You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”
“This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation.
“Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table.
May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.”
He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency.
There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug.
Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible.
“You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed.
Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does.
“Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.”
Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth.
“Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him.
He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you.
You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?”
He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size.
You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his.
“Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?”
“Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-”
Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world.
He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face.
“I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family.
- headcanons that nobody asked for but everyone wants 11/10
He strikes me as the type of person to want to have a pretty steady bond with someone before dating them.
You two would likely start out as good if not flirty friends, but after some time he’d give in to his feelings and take you on a date.
It’d be something simple but cute, either Starbucks or a walk in the park and then going to a food-truck. Idk anything he thinks up on the spot that means you’d get to know each other better so probs not a movie.
After dating a while:
Somehow he’d know everything about you, since he’s such a trustworthy person you’d end up telling him new random little things about you most every day.
Speaking of trustworthy, you’d have only one Relationship Groundrule: no getting jealous unless there was something to be jealous about.
Meaning, he wouldn’t care who your friends are, you wouldn’t care who he’s hanging with, neither of you would ever be worried about the other cheating etc.
He’s just such an honest and sincere person I can’t imagine him ever not taking a relationship seriously and fucking behind your back.
For your first anniversary he’d take you somewhere special, maybe even splash out on a weekend away or something romantic.
He’d constantly feel guilty when he has to leave for tour or concerts, even if he would only be gone a couple days.
Even after you reassure him you don’t mind and that you’d soon see each other again, he’d pout and cuddle into you. He misses you and wants to be with you all the time.
This is a good time to mention; he is quite clingy.
Minseok would cherish and crave being with you. He’s not intense to be with like the beagle line thankfully, he’s gentle and relaxing to have around.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments.
Every now and then he has a “mad 5 minutes” and he laughs and teases and pokes you, making a total bellend of himself tbh whilst you try and fail to keep a straight face.
Beggin' For Thread (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! ❤
A/N: To the lovely anon that requested this brilliant idea!! I loved writing this because boxers in general are super comfy and look hell sexy, too. Especially on Bucky Barnes! :D Hope you guys like it!! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤
Beggin’ For Thread: Reader steals some of Bucky’s boxers during laundry day. But when he goes to her for comfort from a thunderstorm he gets a surprise.
‘Meet Me in the Hallway’ draws from this rich tradition of the past and of rock music but it’s totally new sounding. Nothing out right now sounds like this song, I always love when I’m a part of something like that. It’s minimal and it’s magical. It takes you to another world. When they played it for me, I was reminded of when I was a kid and first dropped the needle on a Pink Floyd album I had never heard before. I’m not a big [pop] music listener. I listen to KLOS and KCRW and maybe the hip hop station. I’m kind of a classic rock dude. And Harry made a classic rock album. But that’s hands down my favorite on the album.
Jeff Bhasker talking about which track he’s especially proud of
His hand at last trailed beneath my pants. The first brush of him against me dragged a groan from deep in my throat. He snarled in satisfaction at the wetness he found waiting for him, and his thumb circled that spot at the apex of my thighs, teasing, brushing up against it, but never quite - His other hand gently squeezed my breast at the same moment his thumb pushed down exactly where I wanted. I bucked my hips, my head fully back against his shoulder now, panting as his thumb flicked -
Rhysand is an extremely attentive lover. He knows what he likes but he never makes it just about his pleasure. He delights in hearing his partner sigh and moan and gasp as he teases them mercilessly and he is only satisfied to bring his lover to an orgasm, when their legs start quivering from the pleasure.
smut, little bit of fluff, teasing, dom!Lucifer, sub!Lucifer
Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request!
has to help the Winchesters but there is some awkwardness when Y/N realises
that he is an old hook up of hers. Leads to some passionate sex and a lot of
teasing and self-denial.
working with you, not because we want to, but because we have to.” Dean sighed.
currently sitting beside an agitated Sam who was trying his best not to look
over the table at none other than Lucifer himself.
to see you guys too.” Lucifer grinned. You scoffed. Immediately his head spun
round to see you, now trying to sink into your seat subtly. “Oh I know you love
having me around Y/N. You find me irresistible.”
He almost sneered at you.
if you still have your requests open, maybe companions react to Sole kissing them in order to keep quiet around enemies? maybe romanced companions too? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but fantastic blog btw c:
Cait: “Why don’t you shut your damn-” Sole cuts her off mid-hiss, stifling the angry whisper so the passing enemies don’t catch wind of her theatrics. Cait’s caught off-guard, and briefly considers throwing Sole off just out of spite. But, Sole’s lips are awfully nice. Tossing them into battle would just be rude. So, grudgingly, Cait lets herself be silenced, even returning the kiss near the end.
Codsworth: “Ah… Mx. Sole, I appreciate the intent, but putting your mouth on my speaker will not actually muffle the sounds. The reverberation inside my torso will-” A barrage of gunfire pelts the cover to their side. “I see that perhaps now was not the best time to correct you.”
Curie: Her squeak is adorable to say the least, and she turns very still, her hands curling into her pants, or the dirt if they’re lying on soft ground. Sole’s looking around her, keeping an eye on the enemies, but Curie is transfixed, baffled by this strange act of “kissing.” Sole has to gently pull away when she gets a little too distracted by experimenting with it.
Danse: The paladin isn’t mouthy at the best of times, but he must have been talking just a little too loud for Sole to hush him up just then. He doesn’t say anything. His cheeks flame red and he goes very still, thinking that he must be imagining what Sole just did. He’s almost thankful when the shooting starts, as it allows him to hide the burning color in his face.
Deacon: He pulls away, startled. The sound of his movement gives them away, and the pair have to scramble to fight off the baddies. Sole apologizes sheepishly, and Deacon waves them off with a embarrassed chuckle. “Sure, sure. I get what you were going for, and I know I’m irresistible-” He flashes finger guns at them. “-but you have to give me a little warning. Thanks.”
Dogmeat: He goes still, tail pointed up with Sole’s hands on his face and their lips on his nose. His ears point straight up, but he’s as quiet as can be. He’s a very good boy, and gets rewarded with headpats when the enemies pass.
Hancock: Whatever he was saying becomes a pleased hum when Sole’s lips meet his. Without missing a beat, he returns the kiss, catching Sole off-guard, but not in a bad way. The ghoul might not have much lip left, but he knows how to use what he’s got. Poor Sole ends up being seduced after that. They should know better than to get a lecherous mayor in the mood.
Nick Valentine: He’s shocked. This is not something he’s had to deal with for a long time, though he can’t say he hasn’t thought about it. His hands flail for a minute, ghosting over Sole’s body before awkwardly resting on their hips. He feels like a schoolboy seeing his first boob all over again. Though, if Sole likes the flabbergasted look on his face, he could seeing a lot more than that later.
MacCready:Hot damn. He’s allowed to swear in his head, right? For a moment, he curses himself for not brushing his teeth yesterday. He never brushes his teeth, but he always thinks he will. And he should have done it yesterday. Now he just has to savor the feeling of Sole’s mouth until they pull away and he has to shoot some bastards with a tent in his jeans.
Piper: Her cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink. Her eyebrows lift, and she takes the moment to try and kiss… good. Kiss better? Kiss well? She’s not sure what the right word is. She ends up sticking her tongue in Sole’s mouth in an attempt to be “seductive,” which makes Sole burst into giggles and defeats the point of trying to be quiet anyway.
Preston: He goes quiet until the enemies’ footsteps fade away, then gently pulls back from Sole’s lips. “Take me out to dinner first?” he asks with a smile. He and Sole giggle, but then the giggles fade, and their eyes meet. The silence lasts a few seconds before Preston goes in for another kiss, and, well…
Strong: “HUMAN NOT EAT STRONG.” Whoopsie, now they’re being shot at. Poor Sole. They tried.
X6-88: When Sole pulls away, X6 sounds almost irritated. “There were better ways to handle that situation,” he says, though the annoyance is mostly to hide his surprise. No one’s ever kissed him like that before. No one’s ever kissed him before, period. Later, much later, he musters the confidence to ask: “So… what you did, three days ago. During the… stealth maneuver. What was your motivation behind that?”
Imagine aliens reaction to a human literally laughing in the face of danger. Just, GIANT SPACE MONSTER THING and all the human does is laugh while it loads its rifle. Band of space pirates and one is asking for the human as a bride because of reasons, "pfft, no."
Yussep had faced many dangers. The Falls of Chaos, the race of creatures known only as Devourers. Each time he had barely escaped with his life. But nothing–NOTHING– scared him more than humans. Yussep and Mari had been travelling together on this hell planet for almost two years, long after his species invasion had ended. Poorly. The earth had all but destroyed their entire fleet, so they’d retreated, leaving Yussep alone. Mari had always been scary, but this…. now she was downright terrifying.
She had faced a Many Faced Night Crawler, from a planet no ship could get near. The Night Crawlers were the ultimate killing machines. Fast, strong, AND smart. The ultimate combo. So when a legion had landed on Earth, Yussep prepared to say goodbye to his new home. He and Mari had been passing by chance when the fleet had landed. He’d tried to warn her, tried to drag her away. Over their time together he had grown bonded with her. But Mari wrenched her arm from his grasp. When she spoke it was little more than a feral growl.
“They picked the wrong planet. I am done with these damn aliens always invading my damn planet. ” she stormed towards the fleet, looking impossibly tiny agaisnt their war ships, her dark skin barely registering againt the midnight black hull. Yussep quietly mourned his friend as he followed behind, his brain screaming at him to run, to do the logical thing as he always had. But compared to the night crawlers, Mari was a kitten.
And she had just walked into a wolf pack.
He couldnt leave her. Not now. He would die by her side. Together to the end, just like he promised. He winced as the mighty black doors opened with a hiss. But Mari planted herself in front of them, hands on her hips, staring up defiantly as the first night crawler set foot on the Earth.
He’s never seen one so close. They were huge. Towering nearly 12 feet above Mari, their skin was living shadow. Not just dark, as he had been lead to believe. These creatures were MADE of shadows, swirling together, whispering, stretching out in dangerous vines. Blood red eyes glowed like xarax engines. Dear stars. They would not survive this. Not even Mari. The beast lowered its head, taking in Mari’s stubborn form. She lifted her head, taking a deep breath as she shouted,
“FUCK OFF, THIS IS YOUR ONE AND ONLY WARNING!!” The beast cocked its head, its face splitting apart to reveal rows of jagged teeth, razor sharp, perfect for shredding soft flesh. They were so, sooo dead. Mari took one look at those teeth…and laughed. She threw her head back and howled into the sky.
“ it’s like a frickin cheese grater!”
Mari switched from terrifying, to horrifying.
Without another word, still laughing, Mari launched herself towards the beasts lowered head. She grasped it firmly by its hearing appendeges, drawing her knife from her side.
“Ha! Too late for you, pal,” she raked her blade across its exposed throat in one smooth movement, fury blazing in her eyes. The beast fell and melted into shadows that sunk into the ground. Mari turned and bared her teeth at the fleet. Yussep could only watch as Mari raised her arms in triumph, in challenge.
And the undefeatable Night crawler fleet promptly took to the skies, fleeing as quickly as they dared. Mari watched them go before turning to Yussep with blood splattered on her face and a wicked gleam in her eye.
Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.
Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.
Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?
Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.
You pulled your sword back and the
soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your
next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there
was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large
hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors
started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you
didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle
slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that
something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were
only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed
close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often
even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated.
In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that
you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked
around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.
You could see Hvitserk with a small
group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each
other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his
“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on
his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”
You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen
“Not since before the battle. Was he
not with you?”
“He was, but we got separated.”
Hvitserk must have noticed your
worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few
Saxons to kill him.”
You gave him a half-hearted smile.
“You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”
With that you turned to look for
Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other
side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top
you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered
in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was
nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried
towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see
Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something
“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your
voice sounding strange and high pitched.
“He was wounded. We already brought
him back to the camp.”
Panic shot through you and you felt
your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking.
Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started
to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.
“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not
that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”
“I have to see him.” You repeated
stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.
Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes
for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”
You stormed into the tent where the
wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes
fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on
his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut
had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his
side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn
determination. You would not lose him.
“Why is no one tending to him?” Your
voice was fierce and demanding.
At the sound of your voice Ivar
opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you.
You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life
depended on it.
He chuckled. “Are you trying to
squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”
You softened your grip around him.
“I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”
“Shhh. There’s no need to worry.
Seeing all the blood that covered
his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.
Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze.
“I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”
You ignored him and rose to your
feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded.
Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take
care of those who were wounded in battle.
“Why is no one tending to him?” You
repeated your question from earlier.
“Because his wound isn’t that deep.
We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have
to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.
You thought about calling her back
when heard Ivar chuckle.
“I told you it is nothing. Do you
believe me now?”
“No.” You said stubbornly and turned
to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be
in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”
“Why do want to bring him there?”
“I will take care of his wounds
myself. Now come help me.”
You could see a pleased smirk grow
on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of
some old woman.
It was quite a struggle to get Ivar
into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally
managed to lay him down on your bed.
You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.
“Do you need any more help?”
“No, thank you.” You said and he
left the tent.
You turned back to Ivar and
carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him
to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his
face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and
simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You
loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder
almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to
find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was
that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.
You rummaged through your things to
find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here.
He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face,
almost as if he was enjoying himself.
“Why are you smiling?” You asked him
as you stepped back to the bed.
“I just like to be the center of all
“You won’t like it as much anymore
once I stick that needle into you.”
He just shrugged and followed your
movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite
consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First
you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as
his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your
breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely
grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.
“Ivar, this is really not the right
time. Please let me patch you up first.”
He grinned at you, full of mischief
but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.
“Does it hurt much?” You asked him
as you had made the first few stitches.
He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”
You nodded, unable to stop your eyes
from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced
yourself to concentrate on your work.
As you were almost finished you
could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He
hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it
until he found the lacing.
“Ivar, this is really not the time,
you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.
He gave you a dark grin. “You asked
me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”
“You have lost a lot of blood. You
“I can’t. You look to irresistible
like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t
know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in
blood as he was.
You opened your mouth to protest and
tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over
your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and
smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex
and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned
and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers
found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You
moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading
under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was
trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your
liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left
arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist
and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips
crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your
pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger
inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He
started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out
loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building
up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards
“Take that off.”
You did as he had said and he sighed
as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again
and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns
in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added
another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your
moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between
your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you,
a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up
his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the
right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.
“Ivar.” You panted between your moans.
“I… I’m about to…”
“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for
Hearing his words you let go and let
yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his
hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body
subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest,
careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for
a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more
comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him
almost in surprise.
“After you have lost so much blood?”
He shrugged and gave you a crooked
grin. “It’s what you do to me.”
You smirked back at him and moved to
open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a
teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked
your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest.
Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back
down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long
sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your
mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar
let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.
You were surprised as he tugged your
head upwards after a while.
“Enough.” He said, his voice was
thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”
You bit your lip and moved back up
to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so
that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.
Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop
the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”
He put his hands on your hips, as if
he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.
You shook your head at him and
pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of
blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”
He gave you frustrated growl and you
chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and
slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.
You closed your eyes and relished
the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled
you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to
move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding
in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts,
while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up
more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed
around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you.
You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to
push him back down on his back.
“I said I will do the work,
otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”
You knew it was an empty threat, for
you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed
growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded,
almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad
chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips
again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and
leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned
his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could
taste the blood he had licked off your skin.
“You taste like the goddess of war.”
He breathed against your lips.
As you sat back up to pick up a
little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that
were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew
a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated
his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly
pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your
movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated
knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter
and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself
tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second
time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding
into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful
thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while
he spilled his seed.
Totally out of breath you collapsed
on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.
I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.
Just a lil
Newt smut for you guys since you seem to love it ;)
Newt Scamander x Reader
to explain the kind of bliss you receive from being able to wake up next to the
person you love. For Newt, it was as if every morning he was reborn, in love
and in light, and any evil, any bad in the world, was incomprehensible. When it
was just your sleeping face, resting with your mouth slightly agape and a soft
snore escaping you, it was impossible to think that anything apart from utter
peace existed. When he looked at you, he always became aware of his heartbeat.
It no longer sped upon sight of you, but rather he realized it had relaxed, as
if knowing that it didn’t have to squeeze in more beats, knowing it now
belonged to you and didn’t have to try. And his cheeks no longer turned ruby
red, instead settling for a healthy pink glow that ran along the tip of his
nose as well.
He would be
so excited. Scratch that, he’d be fucking ecstatic when he felt your new jewellery
tease the base of his cock. It’d take everything in him not to cum down your
throat right then.
sure to show you how much he’s enjoying himself by the way his fell back, his
beautiful Adam’s apple being more obvious in this position, tempting you to
bite his neck, and his lips parted to let out a series of moans mixed with your
over to his studio just to be around him was nothing new. You deciding to help
him relax by sucking him under the desk while he works was nothing new either.
What was new
is feeling a cold piece of metal circling around the tip of his dick after you pressed
gentle kisses up and down his shaft for 5 minutes.
instantly flew to your head to help guide you in your ministration. While he
can still concentrate on his work in normal circumstances, you clearly got his
full attention now.
He screamed a
little when he felt the jewellery for the first time. What? You can’t just take
a man by surprise like that!
But he was quick to get in the feeling and move
his hips so his tip was at the back of your throat and stop your giggles. He
kept going like this until he felt his orgasm approaching and pushed you of so
he could release into your opened mouth.
“You look so
pretty like that” “What if I get one as well, hmm? Would you like to feel what
it’s like baby?”
be surprised by this but that doesn’t mean he would enjoy it any less.
of the times, when he’d take control and fuck your mouth, he let you take your
time teasing his throbbing cock seeing that you enjoy that as much as he is.
know how to get me to do whatever you want, don’t you, kitten?” “Now it’s my
turn to pleasure my baby”
Keeping his composure no matter what was something he was proud of. But this was something new to him, and he didn’t know how to react.
It’s not like he could let loose and be vocal about it since you thought the best place to show him what you did earlier in the day was the restroom… of the restaurant he took you to eat dinner. All he could do was bite his plump lower lip to stifle the sinful moans that were about to fill the otherwise quite bathroom and wait until you got home so he could punish you for putting him through this.
You came by
his apartment pretty late so you two decided to just go to sleep. Because of
this he still hasn’t noticed your new piercing. When you woke up the next
morning to a moaning boyfriend in the middle of a wet dream you figured that
that was the best moment to let him know.
It took him a
couple of minutes to wake up and figure out what was pressing against his dick,
but once he did he couldn’t hold back. With a quick warning in case you didn’t
want him to cum in your mouth, he spilled his seed in your warm mouth.
Any kind of
shame was thrown out the window when he felt your skilled wet muscle licking
the length of his shaft. It wasn’t anything unusual for him to turn into a whining
and whimpering mess whenever you pleasure him, but the new piercing you just
got really pushed him over the edge.
into numerous nights of endless teasing from you and although he’d never admit
to you just how much he enjoyed it, his body language was enough to send the message
Jason knew you were going to surprise him with something. You’ve been dropping hints since the first of August that his present would be a huge surprise, but he didn’t know it would end up like this. Sure, he fantasizes about you taking control, but he didn’t know you really had it in you. His sweet and shy little (y/n) is kinkier than he thought.
**REQUEST: if you are taking requests can i ask a yoongi smut where you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)**
Summery: Theres no need to be nervous around Yoongi, he’ll take care of you and make you feel good no matter what it is you’re doing.
You’re not doing it right if your not doing it!
‘What a bullshit article’ You thought tossing your phone across the couch. There was no reason why giving a blowjob would be something that made or broke your sex life, especially with Yoongi. He’d never asked you to do it so why should some stupid article make you feel like there was something wrong with you? That you were boring him?
You scoffed and got up from the couch forgetting about the show you were watching before you stumbled across the article. As you made your way to the kitchen you couldn’t help but glance into the home studio Yoongi had just finished putting together and smiled. He had insisted in turning the guest bedroom you never used into an office for him just so he could be at home with you more. You stared at him for a half second too long as he bobbed his head to the music that could faintly be heard through his headphones, now feeling even worse about never returning the favor when it came to oral.
“Hey babe.” He said with a sweet smile before turning back to his computer.
“Want anything to drink?” You said shaking your head, wanting to rid yourself of the feeling that you weren’t pleasuring him enough.
When he nodded and threw you another sweet smile you turned, he must be onto something since he usually never talked to you when he was working. You grabbed his usual drink of choice out of the fridge and walked across the hall over to him. He thanked you before pulling your hand softly so your cheek was in kissing distance.
“You look upset, why are you upset?” He said, the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth dropping.
“Its nothing. Just stupid thoughts.” You said smiling sweetly before standing straight again and running your hand down the back of his head.
“If it was nothing you wouldn’t be thinking so hard.” He said crossing his arms.
“Its just… Its nothing, don’t worry about it Yoongi.” You said smiling to try and get him to drop it.
“Jagi just tell me, you know I won’t be able to focus if you don’t.” He sighed.
“Why don’t you ever ask me for Oral?” You blurted out. Your sudden forwardness caught him off guard, his eyes widening slightly before falling into their natural state.
“I just figured it grossed you out… I didnt want to make you uncomfortable.” He said while reaching for your hands.
“Thats very sweet.” You said biting your lip. You were torn now. Part of you wanted to try it, just to see if you liked it, but part of you were nervous, you’ve never really done it before.
After a few minutes of letting you think Yoongi squeezed your hand and watched as you stood up straighter, making your decision on what you wanted to do.
“Yoongi I… Ive never given a,” You cleared your throat, now was not the time to act like a school girl. “Blowjob before.” You said watching as he just nodded.
“Id like to try it, but id need you to be honest with me and tell me what to do.” You said, proud of how you kept your composure.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He said, there was an excited spark in his eye that was telling you that he was more than ready to let you try this out.
You nodded making him smile and bite his lip gently. He looked back at his screen and hit the space bar to pause what ever music he was listing to before standing up, pausing only to look at you slightly before leading you to the back of your home where your bedroom was located. Before you couldn’t even close the door and turn around he was already sitting up against the end of the bed, his jeans and shirt on the floor next to him. You chuckled at how eager he was and couldn’t help but notice all your nerves were gone. He held up his arms for you and when you were close enough he wrapped his arms around your waist and dipped his head into your chest
“If you don’t want to do this, or at any time feel uncomfortable just tell me. But know you’re in for it.” He’d say making you chuckle as he pinched your butt before pulling you down with him as he laid on his back.
He kissed you like he always kissed you, with so much passion and love it made your head spin and your heart flutter. The feeling of his bare chest underneath you was enough to make you want to pleasure him that much more, to be that much closer to him. You were the one to pull out of the kiss first and slide down the bed till he was sitting back upright and you were kneeling on the floor in front of him.
You looked up, your hands now on each of his hips, only hooking your thumbs under the band of his boxers when he gave you a sweet smile and a nod. You didnt even realize how hard he had become and pulling the thin material off of his lower half only seemed to make it harder. You looked up to him again and he took a deep already shaking breath as you wrapped your hand around his member.
“Lick the tip.” He said so quietly that it took you a second to realize what he had said.
You immediately responded by just placing enough of the tip in your mouth that he couldn’t see your tongue, but you still had full use of it. You started by going clockwise and every four full circled you’d change direction. Each time you did this he’d take another deep breath, as if to silently praise the simple pleasure. You changed it up, remembering something you saw once and started to flick your tongue quickly over the center where you could already taste him leaking. If anything boosted your confidence, that was it.
“Take it in your mouth.” He growled, now propping his body up by his elbows.
You seemed to have no concept of space and your eagerness took over you causing the tip you had just been caressing to hit the back of your throat just hard enough to make you extract him quickly. You looked up covering your mouth to see him covering his eyes with one hand to try and hide the back he was chuckling.
“Dont hurt yourself Jagi.” He finally said moving the hand to reach for your cheek.
You tried again, this time taking him in your mouth slower so you could figure out just how deep you could get him before it got uncomfortable. Although you weren’t looking directly at him you could still feel him shift under you and groan once more. Going back to what you had already known about blowjobs and thinking about the few tips the article you had read early gave you you started. You pressed your tongue against the bottom of his member and curled your lips just slightly before starting to bob your head slowly. You could feel him fight the urge to buck his hips up, at first it was just a few but as you started to try different things with your mouth and including his balls, the bucking became more frequent. Soon he was sat back up and his hand was weaving its way into the messy bun you had been sporting.
The feeling of his hand lightly guiding you as you increased the pace got you hot, you did love it when he was controlling your every move, seeing him in a place of power was a huge turn on. He started cussing under his breath to the point where you let your eyes trail up his now overly flexed body. Seeing you like that, with your lips wrapped around him and looking up into his eyes was enough to send the rapidly building orgasm to the top of the ladder.
“Baby- ah, baby I’m going to cum.” He said in a broken breath before trying to pull your head off of him.
There was no point though. You were here giving your first ever blowjob, why not get the full experience. You ignored his tugs and quickened your pace once more as you gripped harder to his hips. He came so hard you were shocked, thankfully the feeling of his release hitting the back of your throat wasn’t nearly as harsh of a feeling as his dick, but still it caught you off guard. You hadn’t even realize you were holding your breath till after you swallowed every last drop and sat back to see him better.
He was now fully collapsed on the bed, arms outstretched on either side of him. Small chuckles kept leaving his mouth as he came down from his high, causing you to bite your lip in anticipation. You didnt care that he just came, you wanted to know how you did.
Finally he propped himself back up and looked at you with those same gleaming eyes. You couldn’t tell what was running through his mind but as he stammered to find the right words you were hoping that they were all good thoughts.
“Fuck y/n.” He said through a smile. “Fuck.”
You bit your lip nervously and watched him as he held a hand out to you. Taking it you let him pull you up the bed till you were laying right next to him. He chuckled again and rolled his head too look at you allowing you to pin the look in his eyes as admiration.
“Are you sure that was your first time?” He said rolling over so he could slip a hand under your shirt and trace circles across your skin. “Fuck.” He said again with another chuckle pulling your hips towards him as you nodded.
“Good fuck or…” You started, taking your lip in your mouth again.
He looked at you like you were crazy for even asking such a thing and instead of verbally answering you right away he pulled you across the blanket till you were pressed up against his naked body and his lips were feverishly intertwining with yours.
“Amazing fuck.” He finally said before pushing you on your back so he could kiss you even deeper.
He was quick to return the favor, the song he had been working on completely forgotten as he trailed kisses down your body. He would make sure you’re pleasure matched what he experienced. The moment your legs started to quiver around him he’d be back up to eye level readying himself to finish what you had started. For the rest of the day every very time the two of you rolled over panting while wrapping your naked bodies around one another to catch your breath you’d only find yourself smiling at one another for a split second before another round would start.
Summary: When unfortunate circumstances force you to seek help from one of the dancers in a stripping club, your life gives a sudden turn for the unexpected.
Warnings: swearing. Strupper! Bucky which is a warning in itself… anyways this is dirty yo! 18+ Only
Word count: 4757
A/N: This is my submission for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge! My prompt was “lap dance” and while this isn’t specifically a lap dance it certainly gets very, very close… *ahem*
I’m so exited a bout this and how it turned out… hope you enjoy!
A thousand thanks to my sweet yogurt wife Kumi @rotisserierogers for betaing this for me… I love you.
He is breathtaking. The stage lights shine bright
above his head, drawing all the attention in the room to him in his black pants
and shirt, hair tousled and falling over his eyes in soft curls. He looks
almost angelic, standing in the middle of the crowded place.
It’s only too bad that he’s anything
The room comes alive the moment the lights turn on, the
slight smell of sweat floating through the air, carrying a mixture of scents
that you know all too well; excitement, drunkenness, lust. It’s a full
house tonight; an important night. You see it in the glasses, filled almost to
the brim with sweet liquor, in the delicate lace barely covering the girls’
bodies and the hooded eyes of the men who beckon them with their fingers; it’s
in the soft moans and grunts that fill the room and in the hooded gazes thrown
around like confetti. It’s in the very air of the place, sticking to your skin
like perspiration and making your body tingle; hyper aware of every nerve in
your body as you’re overwhelmed with the atmosphere of the club.
You don’t like it.
Every single cell in your body is practically screaming at
you to leave, unease bubbling in your stomach with every passing second and
your heart beating faster every time the waitresses as much as graze a hair on
your body. Even through your multiple layers of clothes, you still feel naked
under the people’s gazes. But the second the lights dim and the reflectors come
to life over the round stage, it’s as if time was pulling to a sudden stop.
He’s the reason you’re here—the man walking up to the stage—and
judging by the way the room grows silent at the sight of him, you can guess
you’re not the only one particularly interested in seeing him. Even if your
motives are entirely different than everyone else’s.
a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha. love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously)
I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it.
When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes.
“Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me.
It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt.
My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief.
With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a
beautiful soul as well.
My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place.
I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep.
Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone.
Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do.
I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”.
Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it.
I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry.
The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought.
With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered.
Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.
"Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants.
“Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs.
“Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs.
I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans.
Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly.
Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top.
An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.”
The clock now reads six-fifteen.
Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.
Request: I was wondering if you could do a reaction with Exo. Maybe after a fight what would they do since you’re giving them the silent treatment!
Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy! ❤️
This wasn’t the first time he annoyed you to the point where you stopped talking to him altogether. At first, he always got mad that you did that and kept saying how immature you were being, only pissing you off more, but then he stopped doing that and ignored you back.
He got sick of that really quickly, though. After five minutes of not being able to talk to you, he was already sitting next to you, doing everything he could think of to make you, at least, look at him.
“Come on, Y/n,” he said while you purposefully stared out of the window. “I promise to never piss you off again, just talk to me.”
You stayed quiet.
“Hey! I have an idea,” Minseok said excitedly. “How about I’ll cook dinner for you?”
You still didn’t speak.
“I’ll make you your favorite meal.”
“And I’ll wash the dishes after.”
This got your attention and you finally turned your head to look at him. You saw hope light up in his eyes when you finally did, and you shook your head with a small smile.
“You don’t have to do anything,” you said. “Just give me some time to calm myself down.”
“But I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, pouting childishly. “I want to hear your voice again.”
He hated when you gave him the silent treatment. He only experienced that a couple of times, but every time he did, it made him really angry.
“Are you being serious, Y/n?” he asked when you stopped talking to him in the middle of your fight. “Please tell me you’re not doing this again.”
After you stayed quiet, Junmyeon groaned.
“I’m going to the living room,” he said. “Find me when you’re done being immature.”
Offended by his words, you decided you weren’t ever going to go find him. But after a couple of hours, once you cooled down completely, you decided that he was right.
You finally exited your room to find Junmyeon in the living room, watching something on his laptop with his headphones on. Quietly, you sneaked behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, startling him a little.
“Back to your normal self, I see?” Junmyeon said, taking his headphones off carefully.
“I’m sorry,” you said, kissing his cheek.
“It’s okay,” Junmyeon replied, softly caressing your hands. “I still love you just as much.”
“Even when I annoy you?” you asked.
“Yes, sadly, even then,” Junmyeon said in a teasing tone.
You never did that and you were a firm believer that arguments could only be solved by talking it out. So, when one time, after arguing with Yixing for two days straight, you just stopped talking to him, he was very surprised and, frankly, kind of scared.
He quickly understood that you – the most patient person he knew – got tired of this and that wasn’t good. He knew he stepped over the line when you locked yourself inside of your bedroom, not letting him in, and not replying to anything he said.
“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he had already apologized so many times that he lost count. “Seriously, I don’t know why you can’t just forgive me. Do you have to torture me by giving me the cold shoulder? Do you like to see me suffer?”
You stayed quiet, hating this just as much as he did, but not being able to talk to him when you knew that he was only apologizing because he was scared and not because he was actually sorry about the fight.
You spent your first night alone ever since you and Yixing moved in together six months ago. No matter how busy both of you were, you did everything you could to sleep together in the same bed every night.
Yixing was terrified of being locked out of your bedroom, but he was even more terrified about having screwed everything up and not being able to make it up to you.
When you woke up the next morning, you found flowers and a note outside of your bedroom door. With your heart almost beating out of your chest, you leaned down to pick the note up.
“I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me. I learned my lesson. I’m never fighting with you again. I love you too much. xo, Yixing.”
Finally, after taking a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, you headed to the kitchen where you knew you’d find your boyfriend.
He was there with an apron, frying some eggs. You threw your hands around his neck as soon as you saw him. You felt Yixing’s body relax immediately.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered, releasing the spatula from his hands so he could hug you back. “Please never stop talking to me again.”
You nodded into his shoulder. “I love you, Yixing.”
He wouldn’t shut up. In his mind, the only solution to your silent treatment was to annoy you so much that you had to tell him to shut up.
“Do you remember the time when we were on our way to a concert last winter,” he started to say as he cuddled into your side, despite you not hugging him back and staring straight ahead with an indifferent face. “And you were so excited that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, so you slipped on ice and dragged me down with you?”
You squeezed your lips tighter when you heard Baekhyun laugh at the memory.
“I thought the bruises were never going to go away,” he said. “Oh! But what about the time when I accidentally brought your phone charger with me on tour and you purposefully left your phone dead for two weeks until I returned? Even your mum called me to scold me!”
You didn’t know that your mother did that, but you still stayed quiet.
“No, but the best memory was definitely when we were on holiday in Thailand,” Baekhyun said and even before he continued, you already knew what memory he was talking about. “I got us lost so badly that we ended up wandering the streets of Bangkok for two days with no sleep. I think you didn’t talk to me for three days after that.”
You had to bite your tongue not to start smiling at this memory.
“Do you remember what I did to make you talk to me again?” he asked you but he didn’t expect you to answer. “At first I tried to buy you gifts to bribe you so you’d forgive me, but you didn’t accept them and I had to return them, which was really embarrassing, by the way. But it made me come up with a more effective way.”
You started to bite your tongue harder.
“I kept tickling you until you cried from laughter and had to physically push me away,” Baekhyun reminded you quieter. “And now that I remember this, I actually feel like I should try that again.”
You turned your head to look at him with wild eyes but still stayed quiet.
He placed his hands on your hips, already causing you to feel discomfort, but you refused to give in. Pushing you, so you lied on your back on the couch, he climbed over you, making sure to tickle every single part that he knew made you squeal.
“No, Baekhyun, stop!” you finally shouted, trying to get away from him.
“Tell me you love me!” he replied, not stopping.
“You know I do!”
“I want to hear you say it,” Baekhyun said, a smile already spreading across his face, while he continued this innocent torture.
“S-stop!” you asked again, trying to push his hands away, but he proceeded to tickle your sides. “Okay, fine, I love you!”
“That didn’t sound very realistic!”
“I love you, Baekhyun!” you shouted. “Please don’t torture me like that again!”
He stopped moving and smiled at you. “I’ll stop if you stop.”
“I stopped. I’m talking to you.”
“Good. Now, give me a kiss. Let’s make up.”
He hated fighting with you but he preferred that over the cold shoulder you gave him occasionally when you were beyond done with fighting. He just simply didn’t know what to do when you ignored him and he tried everything. He apologized and begged you to talk to him again, but in the end, he just left you alone, hoping that once you calmed down, you’d start talking again.
However, the more time passed while you were still silent, the more anxious he became.
Eventually, he made his way back to your room to find you lying in bed with your eyes closed, but your fingers still moving to the beat of the song that played in your earphones.
Carefully, Jongdae climbed into bed and took the earphones out of your ears, frightening you in the process.
“Please talk to me,” he said right away. “I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to give you time and just wait until you calmed down, but I can’t. Knowing that you’re so angry with me that you’d rather not talk to me is killing me.”
You sighed but still didn’t say anything.
“Y/n, please,” Jongdae continued. “I’m sorry. If you’re angry at me, then please yell at me. Just say something.”
“I’m not angry at you,” you said. “I’m just upset.”
Pain flashed across Jongdae’s eyes as he gathered you into his arms, not even giving you a chance to hug him back.
“I’m so sorry,” he said again. “Let me make it up to you, okay? I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”
A small part of him realized that it was his fault you stopped talking to him. He completely drained you of patience by continuously attempting to prove his point, even though – as he now realized – he was wrong. His stubbornness didn’t let him apologize to you as soon as he realized this, however.
So, you were fuming in your bedroom while he had locked himself up in his studio. Both of you wanted to make up and just forget about this, but neither one of you made the first move.
Eventually, Chanyeol was the one who accidentally stopped ignoring you.
“Y/n!” he called out from the kitchen. “Are we out of chocolate-chip cookies?”
Suddenly, taken back to your domestic life, you forgot you were supposed to ignore him, too.
“Did you check the cupboard by the oven?” you yelled back.
Both of you went quiet, instantly realizing that you weren’t even angry at each other anymore. You were just not talking because of stupid principles. Well, screw them.
You got up from your bed, ready to face Chanyeol again, not knowing that he was doing the same thing. The two of you met up halfway, in the living room.
“Weren’t we supposed to ignore each other?” Chanyeol asked you with a small smile.
“I think we were,” you nodded, not able to resist a smile, too. “I’m glad we’re no longer doing that, though.”
“Me too,” he agreed. “I’m sorry for the fight, by the way. I know it’s my fault.”
“It’s mine, too,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.
“Can we hug to confirm the fact that we’re no longer fighting?” he asked a little shyly.
You laughed. “Do you even have to ask?”
Chanyeol smiled at this, wrapping his arms around you and exhaling a relieved breath at the feeling of your warmth that he missed so much, despite only being away from you for a few hours.
For Kyungsoo, your anger seemed to be pointless. He felt like he hadn’t done anything that horrible to provoke your silent treatment, and yet, before you closed off, you told him that he really stepped over the line. But he just couldn’t see it.
He wanted to apologize but apologizing without knowing what he was sorry for seemed to be even worse than starting the fight in the first place, so he just left you alone.
When a couple of hours later, he prepared dinner and called out for you, and you still didn’t reply, he was starting to get annoyed.
“Y/n, come on!” he called out. “I just cooked food. Just come eat, you don’t have to talk to me.”
“Is she serious?” he mumbled to himself as he made his way from the kitchen to the bedroom, where you had locked yourself in. “Let me in, Y/n.”
No response again.
“Y/n, for the love of God, if you want me to apologize just tell me what I did wrong,” he said. “Because I’m kind of in the dark. I don’t know why you’re mad.”
After you haven’t replied again, he just sighed and headed back to the kitchen. Knowing that you weren’t ready to talk to him yet, he wrapped the food that he just made, so you could warm it up later, and then got himself a plate, preparing to eat while he waited for you to start talking to him again. He was going to have to be patient until you were finally ready to tell him what was wrong.
He had underestimated your feelings and maybe even accidentally mocked you for feeling like that in the first place, which is why you were now sitting on the floor, in the opposite corner of the room, refusing to even look at him.
Jongin understood your frustration and he felt sorry he handled the fight the way he did, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was the right solution to this problem. Although, he had to admit, if he were you in this situation, he might have done the same thing. So, in short, he didn’t approve of what you were doing, but he understood.
Every few minutes, he would gently call your name to see if you’d react, but you just stayed quiet. Finally, after it’s been three hours and you still hadn’t gotten up from the floor, he became very concerned.
“Y/n,” he said, making his way towards you and sitting down on the floor in front of you. “I’m sorry I made you this upset, but don’t you think it’s time you talked to me?”
You looked away from him but felt him crawl closer to you until his arms were around you and you were leaning against him, instead of the wall.
“You must be so uncomfortable sitting on the floor like that,” he said. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
After you didn’t reply, you felt Jongin twitch so you thought he was standing up. And he was. Only he hadn’t released you in the process, so he was now picking you up from the floor.
“Jongin, what are you doing?” you finally asked, looking at him with a confused expression.
“I’m taking you to bed,” he said. “I don’t care that you don’t want to talk to me. I can’t stand to watch you sit on the floor the whole day because of what I said.”
You sighed. “Let me go, Jongin.”
“I will. Once you’re in bed,” he said, opening the door of the bedroom by kicking it softly with his leg. “Do you want me to bring you dinner?”
“I don’t want anything,” you said as he lied you down on the bed.
“Okay,” Jongin said, walking around the bed and lying down next to you. “Then I’ll lie down next to you until you change your mind.”
Sehun didn’t even realize that you had started to ignore him. He kept on yelling, continuing the fight. He didn’t even notice that you weren’t replying until he addressed you directly and you didn’t reply. He tried again, but you still stayed quiet.
“Oh, so you’re ignoring me now,” he said, finally. “That’s great. Real mature.”
You wanted to tell him that he was the one being “mature” here, by constantly arguing with you about the same stupid thing, but you couldn’t, because you were not talking to him.
“I have to go back to the studio in a few minutes, Y/n,” Sehun told you. “Are you really going to let me leave without saying goodbye?”
You were still too angry to reply.
Sehun groaned. “Fine. Two can play this game.”
Confused, you glanced at him and saw him get his phone out, then click a few buttons before pressing it to his ear.
“Junmyeon?” Sehun said into the phone. “I won’t make it to the studio today. Why? Oh, because Y/n is acting like a child, and I can’t possibly leave a child without any supervision.”
You gasped at this, instantly standing up from the chair that you were sitting on. “What are you doing?”
Sehun turned to look at you. “Sorry, what was that? Did you just start talking to me?”
“Hang up the phone,” you told him. “You’re going to the studio.”
Sehun smirked, removing his phone from his ear to show you his lockscreen. The dipshit hadn’t even dialed anyone’s number.
You huffed loudly. “You’re the worst, Sehun.”
“No, you are,” he said, still grinning. “But maybe that’s why we work so well together.”
“I kind of hate you right now,” you told him, turning around to go to your room.
“Don’t make me call Junmyeon for real,” he threatened.
You stopped and turned back to look at him. “I feel like this is a form of blackmail.”
“You started it by giving me the silent treatment,” Sehun shrugged his shoulders. “Now, come here. Let’s make up before I have to leave.”
“I still haven’t forgiven you, though,” you told him but didn’t resist it when he hugged you and quickly kissed you on the cheek.
“I know,” he said. “Be angry at me while I’m out, but love me again when I get home.”