#I was trying to get this done as quickly as possible

[jarofstyles]

Dirty Little Secret

Hello love bugs… This is something different I’m trying! He is not exactly a good person. Neither is she, exactly, but especially him. There’s a power imbalance and some cheating (with Y/N, not on)

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Warnings- unfair power imbalance, mean dom h, humiliation, degrading, d/s dynamics, infidelity, he’s a dick, really not a great person 

If anyone asked someone to describe Harry Styles, they’d say he was up and coming- the one to look out for. A man with family values, a pretty wife, a tendency to donate to anyone who needs it. He went to charity galas, he gave people time off who needed it, he had the best possible healthcare plans, he had two rescue cats at home and sponsored planting 1000 trees every summer.

But they didn’t know what he really got up to. Who he really was.  That he was the furthest thing from a doting husband that his wife liked him to appear to be. 

He used to be. Until Y/N walked into his life. 

Harry sat at his desk, going through some important paperwork with a frown- completely ignoring the fact that his secretary was currently on her knees between his legs, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his dick. He occasionally would let out a soft grunt or groan, but would quickly go back to his work, not even sparing her a glance.

A low grumble rumbled in his throat as he continued to ignore her, though he could feel his cock swelling with each sloppy suck. He knew exactly what Y/N was doing - testing his control, seeking attention. But he'd learned her games well. No praise, no touch, nothing to make her think she was getting away with her bratty fucking behavior. His fingers drummed absently on the papers, keeping his eyes fixed on the documents rather than the head bobbing in his lap.

She could feel her frustration growing as he continued to ignore her, his attention fully devoted to his work instead of her. She sucked harder, trying to elicit some kind of reaction, but he remained stoic, his face contorted in thought as he read through the papers. She even tried to add a little teeth, hoping he would finally look at her, scold her, anything. But he just grunted softly, jaw clenching just a tad and shifted a bit in his chair, still not sparing her a glance. 

It was torture.

Her muffled whimper of frustration only made the corners of his mouth twitch slightly as he continued to concentrate on his paperwork, pretending not to notice her growing desperation for his attention. He knew how much she craved his focus, his praise, his command. And that was precisely why he denied her, maintaining his stoic facade in the face of her increasingly vigorous efforts to get him to crack. The occasional shiver that ran through him at the feel of her lips and tongue was his only concession to the pleasure she was trying so hard to provoke.

Just as she was about to give up and crawl away in defeat to go pout at her own desk, his phone suddenly rang, piercing the tense silence of the office. Harry's gaze flickered to the device on his desk before he picked up, his voice crisp and businesslike as he answered. "Styles." Y/N's head paused mid-suck, her ears perking up as she strained to listen in on the conversation, hoping against hope that it would be something that would distract him from ignoring her.

"Yes, I'm aware of the delay with the project. I don't care what excuses you have, I want it sorted out by end of the day." His voice was cold, commanding, brooking no argument. She hated how her cunt clenched at the dominant tone, her frustration momentarily forgotten as a different kind of heat pooled between her legs. She remained still, lips wrapped around his thick shaft, listening intently to his one-sided conversation. "Yeah, well- I really don’t give a fuck about what’s going on right now. Get it done like I’m paying you to fucking do. And if I hear that you've off fucking around on my dime again, you're fired. Got it?"

As he finished his stern lecture, his hand grasped the back of her head with little warning, pushing her down firmly until her nose was buried in the thatch of pubic hair above his dick and he was fully lodged in her throat. He held her there for a long moment, his cock throbbing in the wet, hot confines of her tight little throat as he continued to flip through his papers with the other hand, acting as if her presence wasn't rattling his concentration in the slightest. He really should gamble, with the poker face he had. Finally, he released her with a slight grunt, leaving her gasping and sputtering.

He gazed down at her face in his lap, her teary eyes, the spit webbed from her lips to his cock. "Was that so difficult, sweetheart?" His tone dripped with sarcasm. "I thought you wanted my full attention. S’why you acted like a little fucking brat before, isn’t it?." He tapped a finger lightly against her pursed, slicked lips. "Perhaps next time you'll think twice before trying to manipulate me with your... methods." His eyebrows arched as he glanced towards where her mouth had just been before returning his gaze to the documents before him ."Now, be a good girl and let me work in peace. If you're going to be on your knees, make yourself useful.” 

His finger moved from her face to move across the papers, though the slight tightness in his jaw betrayed the effect her wet mouth had on him as she kissed over the shaft. Trying to make it up to him, obviously. "Though I must say, the lack of eye rolls and attitude when your mouth is full is quite an improvement. You should try it more often."

Of course she was. Y/N knew what he liked by now but had wanted a bit more attention- and she had known how to get it. Eagerly, she continued to suck his cock, determined to prove herself and earn his praise the right way. Her head bobbed up and down, saliva dripping from her lips as she worked his thick cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. She could feel his fingers tapping against her cheek occasionally, a silent reminder to keep going, to be good and quiet while he worked. She relaxed her throat, letting him sink deeper, her nose buried in his pubic hair on her own attempt as she struggled to take him all the way down.

He grit his teeth, trying to focus on the papers in front of him as she gagged herself on his dick. Her throat constricting around him felt incredible, but he refused to let her see the effect she was having on him. His hand tightened around the pen, knuckles white as he fought to maintain his composure. A low, barely audible groan escaped him as she swallowed around him, the vibrations shooting straight to his balls. Fuck, she was good at this. Too good.

His breathing grew heavier as she expertly worked his prick with her mouth, the tight suction threatening his carefully maintained control. She knew exactly what she was doing. His free hand unconsciously gripped the edge of his desk, fingers twitching slightly. The little brat might make him actually lose focus if she kept this up. He tried to focus on the numbers in front of him, but his vision kept blurring at the sensation of her tongue. Such a fucking talented mouth for such a brat…

She started to get sloppier, drool dripping down her chin as she sucked him with less control. More desperation to please a man she should realistically be far away from, but too addicted to stop. The wet, messy sounds filled the room, punctuated only by her occasional gagging and the soft, muffled moans around his dick. Her hair was a mess, strands sticking to her face and neck with the mess she had made, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making him proud, making him see that even if she was a brat, she knew how to suck his cock like a good girl.

The man let out a shuddering breath, finally tossing the papers aside as her relentless sucking threatened to unravel him completely- so he broke. "Fuck, just like that." He muttered, his hand gripping her hair roughly in his fingers to urge her on. "Such a talented little cockslut, aren't you?" The irony wasn't lost on him - they were both playing their roles in this twisted game of power and pleasure, each using the other for their own needs. He knew he was just as guilty as she was, cheating on his wife with his secretary. Playing these games when he knew better. But it felt too good to stop. He’d never felt more alive.

His wife barely paid him mind. Their marriage had fizzled, leaving him lonely and frustrated- and when an overly eager Y/N had come in, spending hours a day in close contact with him, it felt inevitable. She was beautiful, she was sweet. Listened to commands without a hitch (most of the time.) As wrong as it may be, as soon as he got the hint that his cute little secretary with her soft doe eyes and cunning smile had wanted his cock- he readily gave it to her. Y/N let him do what he needed, happily taking whatever he handed to her. Dealing with her bratting out was something he liked more than he’d verbally admit. Getting her to this point, desperate for his approval, he thrived off of it.

He thrived off the power dynamic, the way she would look at him with those pretty, pleading eyes, seeking his approval after she'd been a brat and she wanted him to forgive her- have mercy. He loved reducing her to a whimpering, drooling mess, desperate for his touch, his praise, his attention. 

His wife was a shell, a ghost in their marriage. A facade of perfection upheld by false pleasantries at the shops, or at the galas she only went to for the sake of keeping up her own appearance.

 Y/N was alive, vibrant, always present. Eager to learn and work, even when it wasn’t a sexual thing. She was full of life and possibilities he hadn’t been exposed to before and he felt an itch to give them to her. 

She might be a brat, but she was his brat.

“Little whore. So precious.” He whispered in a condescending coo.  “Sucking off your boss. Desperate for my cock, mm?” Gathering her hair in his hand, he gave in to her need for attention to help her take his cock in her throat again. His second favorite place to be. “What is it you want now? Mm? What’s got you acting like a brat?” He looked down at her, his expression a mixture of heat and amusement. "What is it that y’want, you precious little slut? You've been throwing yourself at me all day, acting like a spoiled brat. And now you're on your knees, choking on my dick like it's the only thing that can satisfy you." He tightened his grip on her hair, using it to guide her head up as he spoke. "So tell me, what's got you so desperate for my attention?"

“You said I couldn’t come on the trip. I want to go.” She pouted, breathing deep through her nose as she tried to catch her breath. He listened to her request, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow, smug smile spread across his face. "The business trip, huh? Y’want to come with me so bad that you turned into a brat in the middle of the work day?" He chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "And why should I bring you along, hm? What could a little thing like you possibly offer me on a trip like that?" He leaned back in his chair, still holding her hair tightly. "M’not running a fucking daycare, sweetheart."

"Please, Harry... I'll be good, I promise. I just... I wanna be with you." She whined, her voice taking on a pathetic, pleading tone. It was clear she was desperate, willing to do anything to get her way. He considered her for a moment, his grip on her hair loosening slightly as he thought. "And what about when I have meetings? When I'm busy with clients? You're just gonna sit in the hotel room all alone n’pout?"

“No! I can come and- and take notes. Get coffee. You know I can do that sorta stuff. I want to be there.” She protested, eyes pleading up at him.

"Oh, you want to be there... as what? My secretary? Or my little office whore?" He smirked at her, knowing his crude words would have her cheeks flushing. "Just what exactly are you volunteering for here, hm? Taking notes... or taking care of all my other needs?" His free hand slid down to grip her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Be honest with yourself - which d’you think you would you be better at?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper. Her honeyed eyes looked so pretty with residual tears, desperation in them. It was his favorite look on her face.

“Let’s be honest, sweetheart. If you come with me, you're not just my secretary. You'll be my personal assistant, my travel companion, and... whatever else I might need you for." His thumb pressed against her lower lip, holding it still as he spoke. "So, are you up for the challenge? Willing to be at my beck and call, day and night, for the entire trip?" He leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers. "Because if you are, I might just consider letting you tag along."

Y/N felt fuzzy, nodding her head. It was actually exactly what she would want to do. Something in her most base and primal self wanted to please him. Make him happy. She liked when he was mean, when he used her, when he praised her. It was something she’d felt since she started but every time he would show her attention, even if she knew deep down it was wrong for so many reasons, she loved every bit of his attention. 

"Good girl." He praised, releasing her chin and giving her hair a gentle tug. "You'll be my little shadow for the entire trip, doing whatever I say, whenever I say it." He stood up, pulling her to her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist. "And if you're good, I might even take you to a nice dinner. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" He murmured, already looking forward to having her by his side. Craving some intimacy, even in this way, he wanted to at least do something nice for the girl he was about to bend over his desk. She was a real good girl, despite her misbehaving.

He spun her around and bent her over the desk, pressing her face down against the cool wood as he hiked her skirt up. "Now, since you took my cock down your throat and kept quiet while I was on the phone, I think you deserve a little... reward." He unbuckled his belt, the metal jingling loudly in the quiet office. "M’going to fuck you right here, right now. And you're going to take it like the good girl that you try to be, understand?" He pressed his wet against her ass, grinding slowly. "Say yes, sir."

“Yes, Sir.” She swallowed thickly, feeling him lift up her skirt to bunch it around her waist. This was the desired outcome. Getting to go with him, taking up all his attention. Arching her back, she pressed her ass into him. The surge to test limits came back, her tiny smirk concealed by the position. “Will your wife be angry, sir? that another woman is coming on a trip with you?” She taunted, trying to keep her voice sugary sweet though she knew it would trigger him.

He chuckled darkly, running a hand possessively over her exposed ass cheeks before giving it a harsh slap. Ignoring her gasp, he did it again and smeared the precum dripping from his tip over the hot flesh.. "You want me to tell you how unhappy she'll be? Maybe about how she hasn't touched me in months? Or how I stopped caring about her being distant when a cute little secretary came in and started to bend over backward to keep me happy?" He yanked down her panties roughly, leaving them around her thighs. "She doesn't care about me anymore than I care about her." he growled, lining himself up at her entrance. There was something so illicit about it, the fucked up nature of fucking her raw that made him even more worked up than he’d expected. He knew he was digging himself a deeper grave, simply trusting she was telling the truth about birth control… but if she was, and he got her knocked up, maybe he’d have the balls to actually file.

"S’that what you want to hear, sweetheart?" He teased, pushing just the tip of his cock in before pulling back out, loving how she squirmed. "That I don't give a fuck about her anymore? That all I think about is this tight little pussy?" Each time he plunged just the head inside, he'd drag it out slowly, watching her split open and back together again. "Answer me." He ordered sternly, his hand coming down with another sharp smack on her ass.

“Y-Yes.” She managed to gasp out, feeling the tip pop back inside to make her legs weak. “I like it. I like knowing.” It was an understatement. Completely. She loved knowing he was picking her. It was completely the opposite of how she’d ever imagined herself to be but she couldn’t lie to herself and say she didn’t love being chosen. 

“Thatta girl. Wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?" he grunted, pushing his entire length inside her in one hard thrust. She let out a loud yelp as he buried himself deep, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy as he wasted very little time taking what he wanted. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her head back as he started to fuck her hard and fast, his thick cock pounding into her over and over. "You like knowing I don't care about my wife, huh? That all I think about is your tight little cunt?" He grunted, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

She let out a high-pitched moan, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of the desk. "Y-yes, sir! I love it!" She panted, arching her back to take him deeper. "I love knowing I'm the one who gets to have you like this. The only one who gets to feel your big, thick cock inside me." She was so loud, so wanton, not caring if anyone outside the office heard her getting fucked by her boss. She really needed to shut the fuck up, but something about his dick made her mind melt. The same way it melted all her morals away.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up to stand arched against him, lips brushing against her ear. "Yeah… y’like being my little secretary.? Being the woman who gets to go on trips with me, sit in on my meetings, sleep in my hotel bed?" He growled, his hot breath fanning over her face as he looked down at her. "You love it, don't you? Being my girl in everything but name?"

"God, yes!" Y/N cried out, practically vibrating with pleasure as he hit all the right spots inside her. "I love every second of it. Being yours, belonging to you completely..." Her words dissolved into a breathless moan as he shifted the angle of his hips, sending jolts of ecstasy through her body. "I'll do anything for you, sir. Anything you want. Just please, don't stop fucking me like this..."

He loved how easily she fell into the role, how eagerly she begged and whimpered for his attention.

He could feel her pussy clenching tightly around his cock, the wet heat enveloping him as he pistoned in and out of her. Her juices were coating his shaft, dripping down onto the floor, marking the expensive carpet with the evidence of their sin yet again. He knew he should feel guilty, fucking his secretary on his desk in the middle of the workday, but all he could focus on was the way she moved beneath him, the little gasps and moans that slipped past her lips as he used her for his pleasure.

He gripped her throat with one hand, his fingers wrapping tightly around her neck as he bent her forward, folding them both in half over the desk again. With his other hand, he reached under her to grab her hip, using it to pull her back onto his thrusting cock in long, hard strokes. She struggled to breathe with his hand around her throat, her eyes bulging as he fucked her mercilessly, the desk creaking and shaking with the force of his movements.

"You're my whore. Don’t think I don’t know how much you need my cock. Drooling over it while you’re supposed t’be organizing… s’just too good, mm?." He growled against her ear, his thrusts becoming more harsh. His hand around her throat began to squeeze rhythmically with each thrust, cutting off her air just long enough to make her panic and clench tighter around him. "No one fucks you like I do, does they?" His voice was practically a snarl as he drove into her. "Takes you like this, claims you completely? You love being my convenient little office whore, don't you?"

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling as he choked her and fucked her thoroughly. Letting out every little bit of frustration on her poor, swollen pussy. She was completely at his mercy, unable to breathe, unable to move, only able to take his cock as he gave it to her- and she loved it. Harry had introduced her to this, a type of fuck she didn’t know possible- and now she was utterly obsessed. The room was filled with the sound of their brutal fucking, the desk scraping against the floor, her muffled moans, and his grunts of pleasure. 

“Sending me home with my cock covered in you, your lipstick on my collar. Don’t give a fuck if she sees. I’ve got better pussy here.” He laughed cruelly, slipping his hand up to place two fingers into her mouth. Her cunt clenched at his words, making him click his tongue. “You love it.”

She didn’t want to love it. She knew she had never invisioned this, but it felt too good to stop. Harry was too good to her, felt too incredible, gave her all the perks she wanted… It was the worse thing to be in her eyes, the mistress, but she wanted it more than she cared about anything else. It was hard to think logically when his dick hit the spot that made her gush all over him.

"Ah, sweetheart. Yes you do." He taunted, his fingers shoved in her mouth to muffle her moans. "You never thought you'd be on your knees for your boss, choking on his dick, spread open on his desk while he pounds into you like a toy." He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over her ear. "But you do love it, don't you? You love being my dirty secret."

The pathetic little nod sent satisfaction through his veins. He knew she loved it, but even single time she confirmed it only amplified his own need for more. "That's my good girl," he praised, his pace never faltering. "Whining because you know I'm right. You're my dirty little secret, my pretty whore, and you fucking love it." He bit down gently on her earlobe, making her squirm. "And the best part? You know I'm going to keep fucking you like this, no matter what happens.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back, almost drooling around his fingers. She’d need to do her makeup all over again after this. Harry made a mess out of her every time, but especially today. The confirmation made her cunt try to suck him in deeper. The proclamation that he wasn’t going to stop, that she was going to keep getting it? It felt like she had won.

"No matter if I get caught, no matter if my wife suspects, no matter if everyone in the office knows we're fucking like rabbits behind closed doors," he snarled, his hands roaming possessively over her body as he continued to pound into her. "Because you're the best I’ve ever fucked, and I can't get enough of you." He leaned down, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.  "And you know what the really fucked up part is, sweetheart?" He whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I think you'd stay even if it meant keeping this a secret forever, even if it meant never being able to be with you in public, you'd still be my little office whore, wouldn't you?" He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, looking for any sign of denial or hesitation- he knew he wouldn't find any. She was his, completely and utterly.

Nodding frantically, her lips parted to try and speak, but all that came out was a strangled whimper. He was right, she would stay, she would be his dirty little secret forever if that's what it took to be with him. She needed him too much to ever leave, no matter how wrong it was.

Y/N would take everything he gave him. 

And Harry would take whatever he could, because he liked her more than he cared to admit.

[nightingale-prompts]

Engaged...In Conflict- Beholder AU-DCxDP

Part 8

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"Let me get this straight DUMBASS!" Jason pinched the bridge of his nose as Dick stood between him and Tim. "You two timed your boyfriend with Phantom. My friend and sometimes sidekick, Phantom. He called me and said he wanted me to keep you as far as possible from him! I should strangle you by our gangly neck!"

"Tim, I'm very disappointed in you but I know you probably had a good reason." Dick said putting a hand on Jason's chest to keep him at bay.

Tim had done the last thing he wanted to do. He had chosen to keep his family out of this as long as possible but now he needed help. He had to admit he didn't know what he was doing. He didn't count on Phantom telling Jason before he could and things looked bad.

"I was having issues and I just happened to met Phantom. Keep in mind Phantom usually flirts with me so I thought it would be okay." Tim tried to defend himself only for a strike from Dick to land on his head.

"Where did I go wrong? What made you think that was okay?!" Dick sighed.

Another hit landed right after this time from Damian.

"How can I be expected to look up to you? You already have Daniel. Must you run around sowing wild oats?"

"First off, you don't even like me! And it wasn't like I was in a relationship with either of them."

"That's disgusting Drake. You really are scum."

Tim dragged a hand across his face. They really are no help at all. He needed to get out of here.

Right when it was needed his phone got a text.

[Danny]: I'm making food. How does pizza sound?

"Well this has been nice but Im needed elsewhere," Tim said heading for the stairs.

"Tim. Please don't hurt him. You are going to end up hurting yourself. If you really love him, you won't treat him like an experiment. And apologize to Phantom. He deserves to be treated better then that." Dick said somberly.

Tim felt a twinge of agitation at the thought of apologizing to Phantom for anything but he knew deep down that was just jealousy talking but he didn't acknowledge it.

"Thanks for the life lesson boy meets world. I'll handle it."

The chorus of sighs that followed signaled that they didn't have any faith that he'd handle it.

****

Danny didn't really know what to do. He felt that soon he'd have to tell Tim the truth. But how do you tell someone something like this, especially your fiancé?

How could Tim trust him? How could he forgive the lies?

He should be upfront and honest. It was the only option.

When Tim finally came home Danny went for it.

"Tim...you can't cook." He said quickly as Tim closed the door.

"Uh, okay. Thanks for saying that as soon as I came in. Wait! You said you liked my cooking!"

"I lied. You burn everything you touch. That's why I try to do all the cooking or get takeout. I just can't take the idea of spending our entire relationship like this."

Relationship. He said they were in a relationship. Tim kind of tuned out the rest after that word was said. It didn't really matter. Danny could hate everything Tim ever attempted to cook but if he still wanted to be with him it was worth it. He also now understood why Alfred was so insistent that he stay out of the kitchen.

"Honestly maybe you should learn from Red Hood."

That actually stopped Tim in his tracks.

"Red Hood? You know Red Hood." Tim asked deathly serious.

"Well...yeah. His turf is where my apartment is."

"Okay, but how do you know him? How well?"

"Tim, I don't like where this is going. What's wrong?"

Danny suddenly felt uncomfortable. It was hard to explain how he met Jason. It wasn't like he knew Danny's identity outside of Phantom. It was just that Danny did a lot of soul collection and the alleys needed a lot of cleaning. He had no right to tell Tim about the revenant and he didn't want to talk about his other work.

Besides the less Tim knew about Phantom the better. Heros, vigilantes, and rouges? Danny wasn't a part of their world. And he didn't want Tim in it either.

"Nevermind, let's just go get something to eat. I don't feel like cooking tonight." Danny said grabbing his coat.

Tum knew Danny was hiding something and that was something Tim was never known to let go of.

[bitchface24-7]

V , I love your writing and I was hoping you could do a jayvikx reader , where they all wash eachtohers hair after getting caught in the rain ?

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SHOWERED IN LOVE - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: the three of you had gone to the market to get a few things. More food was the main priority. But then you saw a homemade crafts table, full of knickknacks. Viktor and Jayce got intrigued by the scrap metal stand. Then it started to rain, and eventually thunder. You three had to bring your stuff back to the house stat; and you had to take a shower to warm up. Nobody is in the mood to get sick.

warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, goofing off in the shower, kisses, getting bundled up and going to bed. Literally 100% fluff. Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. This is so cute, but not realistic LMAO when I shower I'm sheading hair and putting it on the wall, the waters hot, I'm scrubbing down my body with a loofa, I’m washing my face. Showers together seem so romantic but I think I'd actually hate having to share one irl

You three were only going to get groceries, the necessities. But… that plan went down the drain real quick.

You were entranced by a homemade knickknacks stand. Plates, bowls, jewelry, décor, really anything you can think of.

Your boys got distracted by the scrap metal stand a few feet away. Looking at all the sheets of metal possible. You smiled at them and felt a drop of water hit your cheekbone. Then another. And another.

Before you know it it’s pouring rain, and every so often a light rumble of thunder is heard. The three of you look to one another before walking as quickly as you can to the bus stop, to wait under some cover as you wait to go home. That’s a major upside, there’s a bus stop right outside your apartment complex.

The three of you stand there, shivering, wet, and cold. The forecast said it was supposed to be a nice day; guess not.

You almost sigh in relief when the bus arrives. The three of you scramble on and try to get as close as you can to one another, trying to preserve body heat.

You can’t wait to get home and take a nice warm shower.

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The three of you barge into your shared apartment and sigh. At least you got all your shopping done.

You quickly take the two bags you’re holding and put everything where it needs to go, Jayce doing the same thing with his bags.

Viktor shivers lightly and states, “I’m going to start the shower. Don’t take too long, or I’ll use up all the hot water before either of you get the chance!”

The two of you look at each other in mock hurt as Viktor walks to the bathroom, his cane thumping against the hardwood floor.

“Go. I’ve got one more thing to do.”

Jayce looks at you for a second before quietly following Viktor. You smile at the sight of your boys going to the bathroom before going to your shared bedroom, getting all of your pyjamas and throwing them in the dryer for twenty-five minutes.

Nice warm jammies after a nice warm shower.

You smile in pride to yourself, putting your hands on your hips before you join your two loves in the bathroom.

The room is already lightly steamed as Jayce and Viktor undress. You have to stop yourself from ogling them. They’re so undeniably handsome it hurts. You quickly take your clothes off and put them in the laundry hamper.

The three of you step inside your massive shower, ensuring no one slips. Each of you go under the stream of water one at a time and get warmed up. Viktor then sits on the showers bench and goes to wash his own hair, you take the shampoo bottle out of his hand with a small sound, “Can I?” Viktor smiles and nods his head.

You lather up the shampoo and get to work. Viktor’s hair is soft to the touch, thick, and has nice waves to it. He looks like a satisfied cat as you wash his hair, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d be purring contently.

Then you feel your hair being washed. Oh Jayce, you massive sweetheart. He gives you the best head massage you’ve ever received, you may ask him to do this more often. Your eyes flutter at how nice it feels.

“You’re doing amazing Jayce. Keep it up.”

Viktor’s gone nonverbal at how good your hands feel in his hair, Jayce just laughs.

“Who’s gonna wash my hair?” He questions, his voice in a joking whine.

Viktor's eyes flutter open, “I will. I didn't realize how nice it felt to have someone else wash your hair.”

You stop your washing in shock and Viktor whines, displeased, “Wait. You've never had someone else wash your hair? What about when you go to the hair salon to get a hair cut?”

Viktor deadpans, “I cut my own hair.”

“Well… looks like we got a stylist Jayce. No need to waste money at a salon.”

Jayce laughs and Viktor smirks, “My payment methods are kisses and one of you washing my hair when I ask. Maybe a massage when my back and leg are acting up.”

You turn your head to look over your shoulder to Jayce, the two of you stare at one another for a minute before you both say simultaneously, “Deal.”

You take the shower head and hold it for Viktor to rinse his hair. He smiles and slowly stands up with the wall rail, moving a bit. You put the shower head back and rinse your own hair, then ordering Jayce to rinse again.

“Your hair is damp at best now, you want a nice lather? Wet your hair again.”

He does so without complaint.

Then Jayce sits on the bench, allowing himself to become shorter so that Viktor isn’t over extending anything. You stand behind Viktor to be a silent support, back to chest.

Viktor is very detailed with how he washes Jayce's hair, and Jayce looks like he's in heaven. You swear he's fallen asleep sometimes. After Jayce's hair is rinsed, you all wash your bodies. Getting each other's backs, making jokes, even play-fighting to get back under the warm stream of water.

A kiss is shared between you three. You and Jayce, Jayce and Viktor, you and Viktor. Eventually, you leave the shower, not wanting to wrack up a massive water bill.

You dry yourself off best you can, put a robe on and go get your toasty pyjamas. Your two boys whine at you when you leave them, but beam when they seen what your idea was.

“You're so smart. I love you.” Viktor states as he kisses your cheek, throughly dried as he puts his pyjamas on. Jayce just sighs in content and shoves his face into the warm PJs, “What would I do without you?”

You just shrug, changing into your own pyjamas. The three of you then head to your bedroom, your massive bed beckoning you to lay down. Go to sleep.

The three of you cuddle up, and you're smack dab in the middle. The three of you are so toasty and comfy you fall asleep in no time.

Maybe you all should shower more often together. This was nice.

🥺🥺 so fluffy!! I love getting my hair washed by someone else, its the best part to getting your hair cut (even though the bowl makes me feel like I'm getting decapitated, I ignore it. The hands in my hair make up for it) now I want someone to wash my hair ☹️

[afyrian]

☆ the knight's heart

kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 734 | prompts: forbidden romance + royalty au

    "i need you to do something for me," you stand beside your dedicated knight, one assigned to you as soon as you could go out on your own.

  your voice comes out as a whisper, hands clamoring against his thick metal armor. his head turns to look at you, eyes showing through the slit in his helmet. you've always loved when you could see his eyes. the amber color that shines so brightly inside despite how dark it must be in there, the only time he's allowed to take it off being inside the castle.

  "pretend i'm your lover, for a moment," you look back down the alleys of shops and people in the town square, cloak disguising how distinguished your dress is, "some of the other knights are looking for me and i'd rather not face my father right now."

  sir kuroo's head leaches back, covered hands reaching out to hold under your elbows. his armor rattles as his head shakes beneath his plated helmet. "your royal highness, i find that proposal to be highly inappropriate. if we're found, i could be punished, you- well your father would be incredibly upset that you're courting a commoner," kuroo purses his lips, trying to please you as best as possible.

  "sir kuroo, i beg of you. he's hounding me to meet another royal and i cannot take it. please, it'll be but a moment," you clasp your hands together, looking back to see more knights searching around the town center.

  kuroo looks at them too, trying to decide if a moment of pleasure for you could also mean a world of hurt for the both of them. biting his lip, he pulls off his helmet, holding it off to the side. his hair is matted down some, his usual spiky hair pushed down with sweat and his helmet. "don't let me regret this, darling," he whispers, nearly taken aback as your hands reach for his cheeks.

  "what? how else would one court someone? did you believe we would be simply talking to distract them?"

  "my apologies, your royal highness. i simply didn't believe we'd be doing such a thing with your royal status," your knight looks away, face visibly getting redder, something you always saw when seeing other royalty attempt to court you. 

  you smile, looking away to hide the happiness that overtakes you. when your head turns, you see the knights just a few stalls from you, looking down every alleyway. turning back to kuroo, you apologize quickly, bringing your hands back up to his face and pulling him towards you. his lips press against your's, the crackly feel of his dry lips battles the softness of your skin. 

  he tastes like a stew that the cooks make for all of the knights, something you've indulged in one or two times with kuroo. his breath his hot, lips breaking from your's only to push back in with a heavier intensity. his hands reach for your waist. the metal of his gloves keeping the two of you from truly becoming one in this moment. however, it doesn't stop you from running your fingers through his hair. 

  it feels prickly in spots, the sweat having brought them to a point. you stand there for a moment, indulging in something that you'll never truly be able to have. especially when he has such a warmth to him that none of your suitors have ever had. they never have those amber eyes that bring you in every morning and every evening. 

  eventually, after what felt like forever, you finally pull your lips from his. however, you can't help but run your thumb over his lips, staring into his eyes that look to you with an intensity no one could battle. “uh- thank you, sir kuroo,” you step back, looking around before bowing your head out of respect. 

  kuroo smiles, “i believe i should be the one bowing to you, your royal highness. after all, courting you has been a joy.” 

  “couldn’t have said it better myself, sir kuroo. now, let’s go sneak off and see if we can find lunch to buy. unless you think the cooks are done with the knight’s lunch…” you grab his helmet for you, holding it up to him.

  “they likely are, your royal-”

  “please, call me y/n, kuroo. i believe you’re entitled to such a privilege after putting up with me.”

a/n: sorry for the terrible representation of royalty in medieval times gen. taglist (open): @maybespiderman @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy

[milkoomi]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ stop procrastinating: school edition ᝰ.ᐟ

procrastination caused my own personal burn out with school and it caused so much anxiety about my academics as well. when we get into the habit of doing it now rather than later, we relieve so much stress— more than we actually realize too!

let’s begin !!

ᝰ.ᐟ think about all the stress

while there is a lot of stress when it comes to school, we have to consider how much stress we get when we procrastinate versus the stress we get from school in general. the stress we get just in general can seem like a lot, and it is a lot! but when we procrastinate, we just add onto the stress we already have and creating even bigger feelings about school that might turn into something that isn’t so easily manageable.

you might feel stress from…

the number of classes you’re taking

the difficulty level of certain classes

how much homework or studying you have to do

procrastination adds the stress of…

meeting due dates/deadlines

cramming an entire unit’s worth of material the night before an exam

a large pile of work you still have to do when all your due dates are on the same day

losing very much needed sleep to try and get everything done

the possibility of turning in work that might not be your best and earning a failing grade

the possibility of losing silly points due to simple mistakes because you didn’t have an ample amount of time to study

the risk of turning in late work and losing points

not being able to balance your personal life with your academic career, risking burn out

notice how procrastination stress can come in a variety of forms? adding on that kind of stress on top of stress you might already be feeling will only continue to weigh you down, and the goal is to relieve that stress, not make it worse.

you have to consider the fact that procrastinating can only worsen your stress. “but i work best under pressure!” no, babe. you think you work better under pressure because you’ve got all this adrenaline rushing through you to get everything done, and exerting that much energy will only burn you out!

ᝰ.ᐟ how to stop procrastinating

use a planner

i’ve talked about the use of planners in a previous post, but i’m bringing them up again because they seriously are that useful when it comes to stopping that procrastination habit!

you’ll be able to plan out your day or even your entire week and get a look ahead for what’s to come. you can review your daily/weekly plans and start by setting aside a designated time frame for school-related work.

let’s say it’s a tuesday and you have the day off from work but you have a doctor’s appointment at 12pm and then you have to run errands that might take about 1-2 hours, so you’ll be out of your house between 11:30am to 2-2:30pm. but let’s also add in that you have a dinner with a friend around 6pm. set aside time from 3pm to 5pm to do homework or to study! when you review your plans for the day, you have to find time where you might have some downtime and use it towards schoolwork! wherever you have some downtime throughout your day/week, use that time to get to work!

prioritize tasks

create a check list from the most important to the least important! you can do this before you sit down and get to work or when you’re planning out your day/week. check due dates for assignments and see which ones need to be completed first and which ones you still have time for. make note of exam/quiz days and if you have a quiz for one class next week but a big exam the week after, prioritize the quiz for next week.

also when you do create your little check lists, work in sections! review all of your classes and see which ones take priority and which ones can wait. of course, it’s important to prioritize all of your classes as they’re all equally important, but when you plan out your day/week and you compile a checklist for every single one of your classes and assignments you can really quickly overwhelm yourself!

eat the frog method

i’ve seen this method be talked about a lot! if you’re unfamiliar with it, it’s basically (in really simple terms) doing the most difficult task first and working from there, leaving your least difficult task last!

this method helps to alleviate so much stress off your shoulders! getting the hardest assignment/task out of the way will make doing the rest of your work a breeze! and, once you get that most difficult task done, you don’t have to stress about it anymore!

remove any and all distractions

i mentioned this in a previous post as well, but if you have an iphone or any other apple product, you can create different focus modes that you can customize for different things! i’ve personally created a “study session” focus mode that i customized to only show homescreen pages that won’t cause a distraction and i’ve also set it so that i don’t receive any notifications. if you are able to do that, do it!

if you don’t have an iphone or don’t have a “do not disturb” feature, then simply silence your phone and keep it away from you. if you’re at home studying, maybe place your phone on the opposite side of the room or even put it in a completely different room. if you’re out at the library or any other place where you might study, tuck your phone into your bag.

get noise cancelling headphones! or work in a relatively quiet area! outside noises, whether it be noise from your family or noise from other people in a café or even noises like construction work outside, can cause a lot of distractions. your work/study environment should allow you to fully focus on what tasks you’re completing and different sounds/noises can lead to you losing your focus.

remember to take breaks

when you set aside time to do school work or study, you might feel the need to get it all done in one sitting. doing so can cause burn out, so you need to remember to take breaks!

especially when studying, i’d implement the pomodoro method (25min of work - 5min break, 50min of work - 10min break). of course you can use this method while doing homework as well!

i cannot stress this enough: take breaks. please! don’t overwork yourself. your mind seriously needs to rest from time to time.

change your mindset

how you think of school and the assignments/work that comes with it plays a huge role in your productivity level. if you consistently have that mindset of “i’ll do it later” or “i’ll do it when i have more time” you’ll quickly see the days go by and then suddenly deadlines are a day away or your big exam is the next morning!

if you can do it now, then do it! i mentioned earlier to work on schoolwork whenever you have downtime, and i mean it! your time is precious and it should be spent getting work done and accomplishing goals!

i also say over and over again that taking breaks is essential, but with this and making sure you get things done right when you have the time to do it, there needs to be a balance. you have to balance your personal time and productivity time because procrastinating on your own well-being is just as stressful as procrastinating on your academics.

ᝰ.ᐟ final notes

i’ve fallen victim to procrastination, trust me when i say that! it’s a hard habit to break, especially when we don’t realize we have that habit! but it’s all about finding a balance between school and your personal life (and work if that applies to you!). when you give more of your energy towards one over the other, you lose potential good energy that could go into the other. you are your own priority, and i will always stand by that, but i know a lot of us value our education so we have to make sure that is also in our list of priorities. we all wish to succeed and starting off our success within our classes is the first step to achieving those bigger long-term goals!

with lots of love, juno 🌷

[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY DAVRIN - PARTY BANTER *  assorted banter from dragon age: the veilguard

how safe is it? any reason to be worried?

that's reassuring.

that can't be a coincidence.

i'm the one who left. that's on me.

i don't regret the life i've lived. the things i've seen and done.

sometimes i wish i could have done both.

i made my choice.

i didn't appreciate my life at the time.

i miss the sense of a common purpose.

be careful. the things that pop out of nowhere usually bite you in the ass.

you're on clean-up tonight.

that's the idea.

it's an interesting line of work you're in.

enjoy your nightmare.

it's a good thing you're on our side.

i heard another rumor.

can she be trusted?

we know what we sign up for.

is it true you can control rocks now?

best not to question a gift.

you saved someone's life.

join the club.

i don't see you have a choice.

best way to come to terms with it is to face it.

still got a bad feeling, [name]?

no one was really sure.

i mean this in the kindest, most respectful way possible... no.

want some wine?

more for me. it's a good day for it.

i really should read more.

i thought you hated it out here.

whatever works for you.

don't say i didn't warn you.

no hard feelings.

you can't handle both of us.

what does that mean?

what else goes on there?

how did you survive it?

you like to keep things sparse.

a man who kills people for a living has to be able to move quickly. nowhere is home. everything's temporary.

they hired you?

i don't want to know anymore.

how do you decide when one of your targets deserves to die?

i'm serious. do you just kill anyone?

must be tough to sleep at night.

the things i hunt are pure evil. monsters. there are no shades of grey.

what if your target doesn't deserve to die?

could've fooled me.

maybe i pissed off the wrong guy at a bar.

what if i stole the guy's money?

you're avoiding the question.

i'll pass it on.

it's not about secrecy.

i mean, i get how you feel. but let's make this better, not worse.

you're not so bad yourself.

is there a question in there?

you must've seen stranger.

way i hear it, the city sleeps better with you in it.

seems we both spend our days hunting things most people don't want to know about.

i'm still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.

it won't help our reputation, that's for sure.

i remember you.

is that what you call it? i call it a mess.

we're talking about a demon.

oh no, that really happened.

the thrill of the chase gets me out of bed.

i've had your coffee before.

seems like our work's going to overlap.

dragons are monsters.

i can see a day coming where you and i smack the crap out of each other.

i never said they did.

they acted like i rejected them.

i wanted to go my own way, not their way.

i didn't say i was the brightest kid.

never mind. forget i asked.

[fuimus-troes]

probably another unpopular opinion of mine: spain and portugal are cousins, not brothers. they had different mothers (if they even had mothers to begin with)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

come get your levitous sidekick / vicious bastard / funny little guys

[thorntopieces]

i think i pissed my coworker off

[buttercup-illustrations]

I'M TERRIBLY SORRY, but I don't have time to release chapter zero on time because of real life. Most likely, a more official announcement will be released when 80% of the work is ready. As an apology, I will try to release something interesting in the interim

[camelspit]

Best Keeper Character Bracket

Round 1

May 18: Alden Vacker, Fitzroy Vacker, Della Vacker, Biana Vacker, Alvar Vacker

May 19:

a) Lady Alexine, Lady Anwen, Lady Belva, Lady Dara, Lady Delmira

b) Lady Evera, Lady Iskra, Lady Ceah, Lady Pemberley, Lady Nissah

c) Lady Sanja, Lady Veda, Sir Beckett, Sir Caton, Sir Conley

d) Sir Donwell, Sir Faxon, Sir Harding, Sir Jarvin, Sir Rosings

May 20: Blur, Juline Dizznee, Mr. Forkle, Tiergan Alenfar, Wraith

May 21: Empress Pernille, King Gowg, Luna the Alicorn, Queen Gundula, Wynn the Alicorn

May 22: Garwin Chang, Ollie Heks, Shayda Adel, Valin, Vertina

May 23: Lady Zillah, Livvy Sonden, Master Cadence Talle, Rayni Aria, Viks Heks

May 24:

a) Bullhorn the Banshee, Iggy the Imp, Princess Purryfins the Murcat, Silveny the Alicorn, Verdi the Dino

b) Brant and Jolie's Gremlin, Gildie the Flaredon, Marty the Cat, Twinkle the Titanboa, Watson the Dog

May 25: Boobrie Dude, Councillor Terik, Damel Kafuta, Mr. Sweeney, Timkin Heks

May 26: Elysian, Fintan Pyren, Keefe Sencen, Lady Vespera Folend, Sophie Foster

May 27: Barth the Reaper, Brisa, Ceri, Juji, Thales the Sower

May 28:

a) Amisi the Gnome, Brier the Gnome, Gerda the Gnome, Gora the Gnome, Kloris the Gnome

b) Lur the Gnome, Mitya the Gnome, Nesrin the Gnome, Sior the Gnome, Vered the Gnome

May 29: Edaline Ruewen, Grady Ruewen, Jolie Ruewen, Linh Song, Tam Song

May 30: Durand Redek, Eleanor Wright, Emma Foster, Ethan Benedict Wright II, William Foster

May 31: Amy Foster, Brant [REDACTED], Calla the Gnome, Councillor Bronte, Grizel the Goblin

June 1:

a) Elidyr the Dwarf, Ermete the Dwarf, Irja the Dwarf, Krikor the Dwarf, Kun the Dwarf

b) Opher the Dwarf, Timur the Dwarf, Urre the Dwarf, Yegor the Dwarf, Yuri the Gnome

June 2: Fallon Vacker, Gethen Ondsinn, Quinlin Sonden, Ruy Ignis, Sandor the Goblin

June 3: Audric, Dedra, Dempsy, Huxley, Trella

June 4: Coach Bora, Coach Rohana, Coach Wilda, Lady Galvin, Lesedi Chebota, Tarina the Troll

June 5: Councillor Kenric, Elwin Heslege, Jurek of the Sanctuary, Kesler Dizznee, Prentice Endal

June 6: Bethany Lopez, Bex Dizznee, Sir Bubu, Lex Dizznee, Rex Dizznee

June 7: Cyrah Endal, Luzia Vacker, Tinker, Trix, Umber, Princess Romhilda

June 8: Bunhead the Goblin, Cadoc the Goblin, Lefty the Goblin, Righty the Goblin, Woltzer the Goblin

June 9: Cadfael the Ogre, Caprise Redek, Cassius Sencen, Mai Song, Quan Song, Botros the Ogre

June 10: Councillor Emery, King Dimitar, King Enki, Queen Hylda, Queen Nubiti

June 11: Benesh Vacker, Harlin Vacker, Norene Vacker, Peilpa Heks, Silla Heks

June 12: Brielle the Goblin, Councillor Noland, Councillor Velia, Councillor Zarina, Orem Vacker

June 13: Councillor Clarette, Councillor Darek, Lady Song, Quinlin's receptionist, Sir Leander

June 14: Dexter Dizznee, Marella Redek, Maruca Chebota, Stina Heks, Wylie Endal

June 15: Behnam Aria, Councillor Liora, Councillor Ramira, Esha Aria, Lady Fayina

June 16:

a) Councillor Alina, Councillor Oralie, Ella the Stuffed Animal, Gisela Sencen, Mr Snuggles the Stuffed Animal

b) Boo Boo the Stuffed Animal, Lady Sassyfur the Stuffed Animal, Mrs Stinkbottom the Stuffed Animal, Sir Splashyhugs the Stuffed Animal, Stinky the Stegosaurus the Stuffed Animal

[davepaste]

life blogposting

buddy of mine offered to bend the rims on the bf's bike back (don't do this, the metal is weakened and you should replace/rebuild it, however that would be hundreds and hundreds of dollars on this ebike. Much of that being the labor cost for dealing with the motor hub on the rear wheel)

It'll be nice to get rid of the wobble, or at least most of it

food stamps approved, card arrived with benefits already since I was super speedy on documents

Managed to step on my glasses today while airing tires on said bike, snapping off the other arm. Making me even more late to work. Raged for a moment, but taped them up and found a strange peace.

Started taking my blood pressure everyday, and decided it's probably in my best interest to try to not yell or raise my voice in anger or frustration.

There's an inexplicable fear and anxiety that's been striking me when I'm alone more and more often. Freezing me to the spot. Full of dread. For years it's felt as if I've been bordering a precipice into nothing, being forced closer to the edge millimeter by millimeter. A trick somehow, that the edge moves away, also millimeter by millimeter. Although I think I'm gaining on it.

[miodiodavinci]

undergoing self-immolation from stress

[thethingything]

watching 🍬 waking up, realising we definitely still have a cough, and going "fuck this shit" before taking both our inhalers and grabbing a honey lollipop, and he still hasn't actually gotten out of bed because all these things are within reach

[greed-the-dorkalicious]

Think it's time for my ass to go to bed because I just accidentally tributed fucking Obelisk the Tormentor. help

[maraeffect]

started watching hopecore right before bed and MAN. what a life it is we live on this earth.