#he pulls off velvet suits better tho

[skinnyscottishbloke]

I don’t have a colorful sock problem at all….nooooo…👀👀😂😂

[sluttyminghao]

when at an awards show... | w.jh x h.vc

w.c: 4.2k genre: smut! pairing: junhui x vernon x fem!reader contains: dom!junhui, dom!vernon, sub!reader, cockwarming, degradation kink, praise kink, slight mentions of mirror sex, also a little bit of car sex oop, sex without protection (please wear protection tho), a bit of spitroasting too?  warnings: alcohol mention right at the beginning :) a/n: for my darling @junsol​ on her birthday, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you for giving me the opportunity to do this ily!

The room was dimly lit and the idol awards show was well underway, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there to support your best friends and their achievements, but you could think of other things you could be doing with your time, rather than sitting for hours on end listening to the hosts ramble on about meaningless topics.

You sighed and looked down at your drink, swirling the orange substance around in the glass before picking it up and taking a large swig, and setting the almost empty glass back down afterwards. The slight burn from the alcohol made shivers run down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the warm feeling that spread throughout your veins.

“Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice rumbled from next to you, making your head lift to face whoever was asking. When your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, you let a lopsided grin take over your face when Junhui’s beautiful features came into view. A small smile appeared on his face when you nodded your head slightly, before resting your head on his shoulder.

Junhui was probably the closest to you out of all the band members; he had seen you at your highest points and your lowest and was always the most sincere and genuine towards you. If you were completely honest with yourself as well, you’d probably had the biggest crush on him ever since you had first met. It didn’t help in the slightest that his naturally flirtatious nature made your heartbeat a thousand times faster, and send a blush to your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I just wish I could go home right now,” you pouted, reaching out to play with Junhui’s fingers. He scoffed and lifted your head towards his so that your eyes were peering into his own. “You want to go home? Do you think I want to be here? I’d much rather be back at the dorms with you, snuggled up in my bed,” he retorted, and his words not only brought a blush to your cheeks but also a wave of arousal flowing throughout your body.

The banter between you and Junhui was always like this; bickering with an underlying tone of flirtation that was just enough to make the other members roll their eyes or tell you to take it elsewhere. Only one person didn’t complain about it, Vernon, with whom you were also particularly close. He would always tease you about the flirtatious banter, but his eyes would show hints of jealousy every time he spoke with you afterwards.

It confused you, to say the least.

“You think we would just be snuggled up in bed? I thought for sure you’d want to go further than that,” you replied with a smug smile, making Junhui tense up. He chose to not reply and instead placed a hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. Your and went to rest atop of his, lacing your fingers through his and sighing softly at the contact.

From across the table, you briefly caught eyes with Vernon, whose expression was unreadable. He cocked a brow at you as if to ask something along the lines of ‘what are you looking at?’ but the small smirk that graced his features told you that his expression meant something else. His eyes darted down to your phone as if to tell you to check your texts, so you picked up your phone and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sudden bright light of the screen.

A simple text from Vernon, but it made your whole body heat up as you read and re-read the message. 

‘You’re acting a little bratty right now, trying to impress someone? Or just doing it to be an attention whore?’

Another glance up and you noticed that Vernon had disappeared from his place at the table, and your eyes found him walking towards the bathrooms. Deciding to follow him, you quickly excused yourself and earned a wink from Junhui, before you were making quick steps towards the bathroom in hopes to catch your close friend.

You and Vernon had previously had a small fling that only lasted a few weeks, but your friendship overruled and you mutually decided to remain friends. While you enjoyed being friends with him, you couldn't help the spark of excitement you would feel whenever he let his hand linger on yours, or if he sat a little too close to you when you watched movies. 

He was closer than you thought he was as you made your way down the hallway he had disappeared into, as you were quickly pulled by the arm into an empty room, a small yelp leaving your lips before a hand was covering your mouth, and you panicked even more. “Relax, it’s just me,” Vernon hissed, letting his hand off your mouth and taking his hand off your arm.

“What the hell, man? Why did you drag me into this room-” your complaints and worries were immediately cut off by Vernon pressing his lips to yours hurriedly, pulling your body flush against his own. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around his neck and let yourself melt into his touch, making a smug smirk pull to his lips. 

“I love your lips. You taste amazing, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered between kisses, letting his hands fall from your waist to your ass and squeezing. You could only sigh softly against his mouth in response before he was pressing himself to your mouth again, letting his tongue press against yours and meld as if you were one person.

He tasted vaguely of peppermints, and you couldn’t say you didn't like it.

Vernon pulled away from you briefly, letting you both catch your breath while he adjusted his suit. “Well, that was hot, have room for one more?” another voice filtered through the room and made both you and Vernon jump before you both turned to see Junhui leaning against the doorframe, eyebrow cocked and his lips upturned into a smirk. He walked towards you both, and you couldn't help but feel small under his burning gaze.

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” you began, letting your body back up against the wall. The older man laughed and rolled his eyes, before moving quickly to stand in front of you, while Vernon stared at him slack-jawed. “Sure, you say that, but I saw the text that Vernon sent you and it looks pretty suspicious if you ask me,” he chuckled, holding your phone out to you between his thumb and middle finger. You couldn’t help the burn that covered your cheeks and spread throughout your body.

“What are you even doing here?” Vernon questioned, putting his hands in his pockets and looking towards his friend. “I volunteered to come and look for you both since you’d be gone for a while, and I’ve gotta say, it looks like you two were having some fun though,” Jun let one of his hands reach out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, only making your skin burn up once more.

“And why would you care, hm? I don't think whatever we decide to do is your business… But if you're so curious, yeah, we were having a great time.” You began, studying his face to see how he would react, quickly glancing at Vernon from over your shoulder, who did nothing but look at you with a smirk filled with amusement before you bit your lip and winked at him, just to tease Junhui. "I couldn't help it, Junnie… Vernon has such hot and warm lips… Whenever I see him, I can't control myself. He's such a good kisser, makes my head spin." You sighed, feeling your body go warm just thinking about it. “And also, although you're so handsome and hot yourself, you're just bark and no bite. I doubt you could ever gather the courage to put me on my knees like him." You pouted, grazing your pointer finger over the side of his neck, his eyes following your every action. "He can make me submit to him in a heartbeat, he knows how to be in charge… But you? Junnie… You're just my soft, flirty friend, aren't you?” You spoke cockily, making Junhui’s brows furrow in clear annoyance.

The room fell silent for a few beats before Junhui was walking forward and pressing his body against yours, large hand squeezing your cheeks and forcing your face up to meet his dark, lustful orbs and letting his breath fan across your neck.

"I can see you're testing your luck tonight, baby. You have such a sharp tongue." He spoke darkly, a breathy chuckle erupting from his throat as the pads of his fingers wandered from your jaw, to down your neck and collarbones, setting your skin aflame. "I never thought our first time would be like this, I must admit… But since you're having such an attitude, I might as well teach you that you shouldn't use that pretty mouth for anything other than sucking on my dick as soon as I ask you to."

Your breathing became hitched as he let his lips skim across your jaw, and you wondered if he had locked the door before he came inside. Vernon kept watching the scene in front of him, secretly loving the bickering between the two of you.

“Did you lock the door?” You asked breathily, your fingers brushing through Junhui’s soft strands of hair. You knew where this was going.

“Now where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want people to walk in here and see how much of a mess you are once we’re done with you,” his voice was like velvet as he spoke, and sent shivers cascading down your spine. It was no secret how aroused he was already, feeling his rock hard cock pressing against your stomach, but to be fair, you weren't any better.

You could hardly form a coherent sentence towards him when he nipped at your skin, a pretty pink mark blooming where his teeth had been. His nimble fingers moved your dress straps down your arms and exposed your breasts, a low whistle coming from his lips at the sight. “God, how have I gone this long without seeing these gorgeous breasts of yours?” He hissed under his breath, immediately dipping his head down to nip at the buds.

~~~~

Vernon stood a few feet away from you, feeling his erection grow when he saw how your body reacted to Junhui’s actions. He couldn’t help himself but to move forward and let his hands reach out to play with the bud of your free breast, making a whine spill past your lips. “You look so pretty like this, you’re so hot,” he murmured, and your skin burned at the compliment, making both men chuckle.

“Now, we don’t have a lot of time in here, doll, so let’s make this quick. I want you to come and sit your pretty ass on this couch and pull your dress up for me,” Junhui whispered the words against your lips, making heat pool in your abdomen, and you felt as if your legs were jelly when you finally made your way to the couch he was referring to. 

You made quick work of pulling up your dress, feeling more exposed than ever in front of your two best friends. The lust clouding your mind overthrew those feelings, and it wasn’t long before Junhui was kneeling in front of you, a small smile hanging on his face. He let his lips linger over the top of yours, captivating your senses and your being until you couldn’t take the pressure and pressed your lips to his heatedly. There was a clash of teeth and tongue and he took the opportunity to slide his hand down and play with your soaking folds, eliciting a gasp from you and the men couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look at how needy you are for us, and we’ve hardly even done anything,” Vernon chuckled, letting his hands roam across your upper body while Junhui pulled away and focused on your swollen bud. You didn’t even have the chance to react to their ministrations before Junhui was letting his tongue dart out to collect your juices. A loud moan passed your lips but was silenced quickly by Vernon placing a hand over your mouth. “Can’t be too loud here, babe, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

With the way they were both teasing you, it wasn’t long until you were on the brink of orgasm and begging for a release. “P-please...need to cum!” Your pleas were muffled by Vernon’s large palm still, and he gave you a stern look that said that if you were to cum, they wouldn’t let you cum again. “Just relax, baby, don’t cum yet and you’ll get a bigger reward afterwards,” Junhui cooed, sucking little love bites into the skin of your inner thigh.

It took all of your willpower to not cum, and they finally cut you some slack when they both pulled away from you, letting you catch your breath. You whined as your powerful orgasm ebbed away, but it wasn’t long until another flow of arousal was coating your inner thighs as you watched both men pull their cock out of their suit pants and pumped, letting small pearlescent beads of pre-cum gather on the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you just knew that no matter who was inside of you, you’d end up walking funny for at least three days.

“Ass up in the air sweetheart, see that mirror that’s hanging on the wall there?” Junhui tilted his head in the direction of the floor-length mirror, which you had seemingly missed in your hurry to get their lips on you. You nodded and turned your head back to Junhui, who smirked and shifted your body so that you were facing the mirror, and you could see how truly fucked out you had become from these two men.

Vernon situated himself behind you and smoothed a hand down your back, making sure that you were in a comfortable position and wouldn’t get too many marks on your body to seem suspicious. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass at him and whine loudly, getting impatient.

“Please fuck me! I’ve been so good for you, I’ll even suck your dick later!” You pleaded, giving him the best possible puppy dog eyes you could muster up in your given position. Without a warning, he had thrust the tip of his cock into you, before pulling out in a teasing manner. You whined even louder, letting your frustrations be known to both of the men, before Junhui finally stepped in front of you, cock in hand. “I know a good way to get you to shut up, whore, open up that pretty mouth for me and get to work,” he spat, letting his pre-cum stain your lips before pushing the tip inside of your welcoming mouth, bobbing eagerly up and down the first half of his erection.

While you focussed your attention on Junhui’s cock inside of your mouth, Vernon took the opportunity to slide his cock the rest of the way inside of you, your moans and whines of appreciation reverberating around Junhui’s cock and in turn, letting a hiss leave Junhui’s lips. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he murmured, thrusting his hips into your mouth and causing you to choke on his thick cock. Vernon’s hips never let up inside of you either, thrusting deep inside of you and hitting all of the right places. A small glance into the mirror showed tears running down your face and your makeup ruined, but neither of the boys seemed to care. 

You were going to be in so much trouble after this.

Vernon’s cock was thick and long, and with the way he was thrusting erratically, he brought you to orgasm relatively quickly and sending you into a spiral of incoherent babbles and leg spasms. You had also taken the time to deepthroat Junhui’s cock, taking as much of him as possible and doing your best to stroke any remaining shaft that you couldn’t take. The feelings were becoming too much, and your mouth was becoming slack. 

“Fuck, she’s getting tighter, I think she’s gonna cum,” Vernon rasped, spanking your ass before doubling his pace, making a cry fall from your lips as the feelings of your orgasm began to wash over you. Your vision turned white as your orgasm turned your body rigid, Junhui’s cock fell from your lips and you couldn’t stop the moans from escaping you, even more so when you heard Vernon’s loud groan as he came too, filling your walls with his hot cum.

When you finally regained your vision, you saw Junhui smiling softly at you, and wiping your cheek to rid it of some of your mascara. “You did so well, sweetheart, so well for us,” he hummed, letting you rest for a while before helping you to stand. 

When you stared at your gaze in the mirror, you knew that if you bumped into anyone on the way back to the table, that they would instantly know what you had been up to. While Vernon adjusted himself in his boxers and fixed up his suit, you glanced over at Junhui, who very clearly still had a raging erection since you didn’t get to finish him off.

“Don’t you wanna cum too?” You asked him, letting your palm land against his clothed erection and begin to rub gently. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, holding back on a groan before opening his eyes again and reaching for your hand. “I do, so badly, but I wanna be inside of you, and I have a plan, don’t worry,” he replied, kissing the palm of your hand before helping you to straighten your dress and fix up your hair so it doesn’t look like you had just been fucked in a random room at an awards show.

Carefully, you all walked back out to the ceremony and noticed that they were wrapping up with a performance from a rookie group. You sighed as you took a seat, and brushed off everyone’s confused and concerned glances thrown around the table. “We thought you got lost!” Chan piped up, a chuckle leaving your lips at his somewhat innocent demeanour. “We were just worried, that’s all, you didn’t even tell anyone where you were!” Seungcheol commented, a concerned look present on his face even with the dim lighting of the room.

“I’m fine! I think I did get lost in the hallways, there’s so many of them,” you stated nervously, scratching at the back of your head. Junhui had resumed his earlier position with his hand on your thigh, but this time it was sitting higher up, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I can’t wait for this to be over so I can have you all for myself,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.”

~~~~~~

 You don’t know how he managed to do it, but somehow, in some way, Junhui had managed to secure you sitting on his lap on the way home, as dangerous as it was. “Isn’t this illegal?” You spoke hurriedly, not even having the opportunity to choose somewhere else before the van was moving off. “I mean, probably, but you won’t be complaining soon,” he retorted, a cheeky smile covering his face.

From the angle you were sitting on his lap, you could feel his rock hard erection pressing against your ass. You wiggled around a little to tease him, but when he gripped your hips with an iron-like force, you halted, knowing he was about to return the same energy to you.

With quick movements, he had lifted you off his lap a little, freed his cock from their confines before shifting your dress and panties to the side. Without warning, he sunk you back down onto his cock, and you had to try your absolute hardest to stifle your moan. Luckily, Vernon was sitting next to Junhui and was having the time of his life, watching you try to contain your moans.

“Now, you’re gonna sit on my cock back to the dorms, and if you cum at all, we get to punish you, got it?” He teasingly whispered into your ear, and you could feel his chest moving back and forth with the way he lightly chuckled. 

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy for you.

It also wasn’t made any easier when Vernon managed to slip his hand underneath your dress and find your swollen bud with ease, drawing slow circles onto it and making your legs twitch. “V-Vernon...please…” you whispered out, earning a low groan from Junhui as you bumped against his cock. “Fuck, stay still if you know what’s good for you,” he moaned out, only earning a whimper from you in response. With the way that Vernon’s nimble fingers were pressing to your clit, and the feeling of Junhui’s thick cock filling you up in all the best ways, you could feel your orgasm impending and it was beginning harder to maintain control over yourself.

“I-I…” you managed to stutter out, before it was too late and you could feel your orgasm washing over you, your juices running down Junhui’s cock and your thighs and getting onto his pants. He hissed at the way you tightened around him and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you on his cock, thrusting up into you lightly so it wasn’t obvious to anyone else in the car. You rode out your high and immediately felt your cheeks burn, and looked up to see Vernon feigning disappointment.

“I guess we need to teach you a lesson then, don’t we? But first, Junhui wants something from you,” Vernon spoke lowly, nodding his head to the man behind you. You weakly turned your head around and saw his dark eyes pooling with desire, and you knew he was only moments away from his breaking point. “As soon as this car stops and everyone is out, I’m going to be fucking you so hard into this car seat you won’t be able to walk inside.”

You gulped and took note of where you were, less than 5 minutes away from the dorm and you couldn’t help but feel excited over the prospect of having both of your best friends cum inside of you. He kept you situated on his cock, seemingly having an innocent conversation with Vernon while you tried to remain as quiet as possible. It became increasingly difficult, especially with speed bumps making you bounce up and down on his cock, but you finally made it back to the dorms, almost on the brink of yet another orgasm. 

The three of you watched as everyone filed out of the van, making sure everyone was out before the door was pulled shut and Junhui had immediately flipped you over, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. He had given you no warning, and the moans and whimpers were flying out of your mouth like a mantra. “God you’re so fucking tight, look how well your pussy takes my cock,” he groaned out, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. By now, Vernon had taken his cock out and was stroking it languidly, his bottom lip pulled in by his teeth to prevent any noise from falling out.

“I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna pump my cum into you and make you walk inside with it,” he whispered, loving how your eyes rolled back into your head at his comment. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and it only took another few moments of him praising you that he too, came inside of you with a loud groan. A hand flew down to rub your clit in fast circles, sending you over the edge once more with a loud cry into Junhui’s palm.

Your breathing was erratic as he pulled out, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Vernon had found a tissue to cum inside of and was casually tossing it into his pants pockets and getting himself back into his pants. Junhui had done the same to himself and was slowly placing your clothes back into their rightful positions so that they sat properly. 

“That was...amazing,” you breathed, sitting up and cringing slightly at the feeling of their cum dripping down your thighs. Both of the men nodded and hummed in agreement, before opening the door of the van. “I think that we should continue this inside though, I still have a little bit of energy to burn,” Junhui commented, earning a scoff from Vernon and a slap from you, but you couldn’t say it didn’t turn you on. “What did you have in mind?” You spoke up, earning surprised glances from both of them before their eyes turned dark once more.

“Why don’t you come inside and find out, sweetheart?” 

[officerjennie]

May I ask for some Jaskier/Your Choice for 05. online lingerie shopping together with partner? Please.

I think this prompt is so cute! Went with Geraskier because I’ve been thinking about them a lot today ^^

CW: lingerie, porn mentioned (this story ain’t horny tho)

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Wiggling about in the pillows that he’d arranged as a back rest against the headboard, Jaskier made himself quite comfortable, tugging up one of the many blankets to get cozy. His laptop ended up propped up on a pillow in his lap, forever attached to the wall since the built-in battery had given up on life roughly two weeks after he’d gotten it. By the time the bedroom door got pushed open Jaskier had already opened up several different tabs, perusing without his husband.

“Just set it on the table, dear, it’s too hot right now.” He looked up to beam up at Geralt, who had been ever such a dear and made him some chamomile tea - just the right sort of relaxing thing to help clear his mind after work. Geralt even did as he asked, drink coaster included since he’d learned after he’d placed a glass directly onto the wooden bedside table once before - Jaskier had practically wept at the thought of his grandmum’s heirloom staining with a water ring.

With a rather wry look, Geralt had reminded him that his ‘grandmum’s heirloom’ had been bought straight off amazon, and Jaskier hadn’t talked to him the rest of that night.

So, thankfully for both of them, he’d remembered both coasters this time, and even remembered to bring Jaskier something to nibble on. It earned him a firm smooch to his cheek as he made room for himself on the bed, reaching an arm around Jaskier to tug him close and rub affectionate little circles onto his hip with his thumb.

“..what are you looking at?”

Oh, right. Jaskier blinked, turning back to his laptop. “Right, yes. I had actually been thinking-”

“This is the most boring porn you’ve ever pulled up.”

“It’s not porn, Geralt, honestly! You know I talked to you about that- hey.” He pouted when he saw the hint of a smirk on Geralt’s lips. The bastard was teasing him. That earned him a light swat to one of his lovely thick thighs. “I was thinking about spicing up our love life in a different way, and wanted your opinion on it. Didn’t know what you liked. Well, if I’m honest, I’m not entirely sure what I like yet. There are so many options!”

“You don’t have the tits for that one,” Geralt drawled, nodding towards the lovely leather piece Jaskier had pulled up. It had been complete with crisscrossing leather straps (and had a lovely picture with other leathery suggestions in it, though it might be a bit too daring of them to jump that far into spiciness without testing the waters a bit first).

He pretended to be offended by that, gasping and putting one hand on his chest. “I’m wounded, Geralt, how could you?” After a second of staring at him blandly, Geralt leaned forward just long enough to peck the tip of his nose, making Jaskier scrunch it up and lose his faux offended expression. “Well...you’re not wrong. You do though.”

“No.”

“You’re no fun.” He stuck his tongue out just a little, but he knew better than to leave it out. Not if he wanted a productive conversation - Geralt was known to bite.

“But, you are right. I’m not actually too fond of the thought of a brazier; they look wonderful on some but I’m not sure they would on me. Shame most of the pieces are made for more feminine bodies...” A real shame, really, though at least there were more options for him nowadays than there used to be. Most places even let you custom order as the norm instead of paying a shit ton extra for it.

He flipped through some of the tabs, watching Geralt through his periphery as he went through a few more options. Lots with crisscrossing straps, some with a delicious amount of lace (something Jaskier loves in theory more than in practice; it itched his skin something fierce), a lovely array of colors ranging from teal to red to a blue that Geralt even pointed out reminded him of Jaskier’s eyes, to the ever safe and secure black that would look good on anyone.

Not that Jaskier wanted something black. He might look good in it, but he yearned for colors. Let his dearest husband be the one who stuck to a monochrome closet, he would be a rainbow of fashion until his dying breath.

“Oh, but what about this one?” He pulled up an image of a cute piece in the google search, grinning at the aptly named ‘homosexual lingerie queer men’ piece. “Pink ribbon! You could untie me with your teeth instead of just ripping my pants off for once.”

Geralt gave one of his unimpressed hmms but his eyes darkened a little with interest, which made Jaskier quickly mark this particular pieces as a definite ‘Maybe’. Plus it would make his butt looks very cute and fuckable, with the ribbons tying around his plump little cheeks. Oof, what a confidence boost that would be.

And the ribbons around the front were an even better bonus. The thought of wearing it under his clothes out in public, for only him and Geralt to know, made him squirm a little - better to think about that later, after they’d decided on a piece or two.

“Not getting it?”

“I want options, dear heart, have you ever known me to only get one?” Plus that one, as beautiful as it was, was also 90% lace. He needed a non-lacey option.

Geralt pushed him forward a little, helping him rearrange as he moved behind him, propping his chin on Jaskier’s shoulder to peer over it while he held him. Jaskier leaned back into him and tilted his head to let Geralt get cozy, sighing as Geralt left a few very soft, unassuming kisses to his jawline and neck.

“Oh I just love the name of some of these.” Some of them were quite...cringy, borderline uncomfortably so, with the way they were named. But it didn’t stop him from checking out some of them, and one in particular really grabbed his interests. “Geralt! The sleeves! Oh I just love them, isn’t this such a unique piece?”

This one, Jaskier was simply in love with. Red velvet, a cute tummy piece that had velvet ties attaching it to some lacy straps that wound around the upper thighs. He clicked through the pictures, even adoring the small, velvety bra piece, the cute bow in front absolutely tickling his interest. But the upper body piece is what really drew him in, the puffy shoulder pieces and the short sleeves and the tight collar, a zip up back and the open chest part - the style really was unique when weighed against all the others they’d flipped through, and really, the bow that went right above the thong like straps for the bottom sold it for him.

“Do you like it?” He wiggled his hips as he tilted his head to look at Geralt, a hopeful sort of pout on his lips. “Oh, tell me you love it, I know you love red on me.”

“Looks good on you,” Geralt agreed, squeezing him all tight just because he could, really looking at the lingerie piece, studying it with a thoughtful frown. “Not bad. Probably feels nice.”

“Much nicer than the full lace pieces for sure, though the lacy edges might still itch. Lots of things to untie, a few clasps, even a zipper - would make stripping more interesting.”

“Slower.”

“That’s why it’s called teasing, love, it’s supposed to be slow. Achingly so.”

Geralt nipped his neck, his eyes still on the laptop screen. “It...would suit you.”

“Really? You really think so?” He didn’t hide his giddy grin, not bothering saving this one for later, immediately adding it to his cart and checking out - Geralt had to rattle off their card information for him after he gave him a pitiful pout, whining over the thought of getting up and not being good enough with numbers to remember it all on his own.

With the order settled away, all Jaskier had left to do was pout over how long it would take to get there. Two to three weeks was entirely unfair and too far away. Geralt held him in his mourning, the laptop forgotten and tossed across the bed, Jaskier’s cheek squished against his husband’s glorious chest, their bed an absolute mess with the pillows crowded in their corner and the blanket almost pushed entirely off with how Jaskier was splayed across it. 

“It’s not fair,” he whined, just to feel Geralt’s fingers work their way through his hair.

“You’re a mess,” was his husband’s only response, but as Jaskier looked up at him with forced tears in his eyes he knew what Geralt had really meant: he was his mess.

[doyumacy]

FALLOUT |LH| NINE

*gif not mine

PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of jeno taeyong. swearing, smut (oral sex f and m receiving), unprotected sex

WORD COUNT: 4k

Donghyuck straightened his bowtie one more time, a minute adjustment that probably had no impact on his overall appearance but was certainly a banal enough tick to let slide. He actually didn’t mind wearing suits, but that morning it was horribly awkward.

There he was, standing next to his lawyer in the courtroom waiting for the judge to finish reading his case file. He couldn't stop sighing and looking everywhere but you.

But he knew something, if he ended up going to jail you would never see him again and he'd make sure of that. Donghyuck didn't want you to go through that. You deserved so much more than that.

After a few minutes, Donghyuck got back to his cell because the judge didn't have a verdict yet and had an upcoming case.

He had been sitting on the bench inside his cell and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He was definitely going to a federal prison. Some part of his consciousness registered a knock at his cell door. Blinking away the last of the mediation, he saw Jeno and his lawyer. A guard opened the door so they could get in.

"So?" Donghyuck looked at both men.

"I have great news and bad news," his lawyer stated.

"Fuck, I'm going to a federal prison, aren't I?" Donghyuck sighed.

“Excuse me, but you’re talking to the best lawyer in this city,” the tall man snorted. “I am offended.”

Donghyuck cocked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not going to a federal prison, but home. House arrest,” Jeno stated.

“Oh…” Donghyuck nodded.

(...)

House arrest was not exactly what he had in mind, but it was better than going to a federal prison.

You had glared at the police escort that brought Donghyuck home. The guards had cuffed him roughly as he got out of the truck because all of these small-minded rent-a-cops wanted to prove they were tough shit for keeping him in line.

They’d left him with an electronic tracking anklet. Nothing particularly high tech and he was sure that he could get the damn thing off in five minutes if he wanted. But he knew there’d be a revolving roster of national security agents posted around your property, waiting for him to try something like that.

With their job done, the guards didn’t stick around. The truck tore up the lawn as they swung around and accelerated back down the driveway. Your arms had wrapped around him as you helped him towards the house.

“The electronic tracking anklet suits you very well,” you joked.

Donghycuk snorted a laugh. "Right? I look smashighly hot."

You smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm actually exhausted," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you mind if I take a shower first?"

"Not all," you pecked him in the lips, "and this is your house too, Donghyuck."

"I can't believe I had to get house arrest in order for you to ask me to move in," Donghyck shook his head.

"Oh, shut up," you giggled. "You practiclally lived here anyways."

Donghyuck smirked and pulled you towards him. "Thank you for everything."

"You don't need to thank me," you placed your hands on his chest. "I love  you."

"I love you." Donghyuck kissed your temple and rested his chin on top of your head.

A few months had passed since then and Donghyuck was getting used to be all day inside the house, or the yard. Jeno visited him every now and then, always bringing him his favorite snacks.

One night, Jeno brought Donghyuck some beer and spicy wings so they could catch up. Sitting on the back porch with a beer, Jeno finished his plate of spicy wings and glanced at Donghyuck's plate, whose was still food. "I thought you were starving."

"Have you heard from (Y/N)'s dad?" Donghyuck queried.

Jeno shook his head. "I think he just ran away and I don't think he comes back."

Donghyuck's index finger stroked his chin thoughtfully. "It's just... it doesn't make sense, you know?"

"What doesn't make sense?" Jeno furrowed and looked at him. "You know something."

"I don't, I wish tho," Donghyuck sighed. "That man is... evil. I saw it in his eyes, and I just know he's not going to vanish just like that."

"Maybe he did." Jeno shrugged. "He emptied all of his bank accountns and no one has heard or seen him."

"A man of his caliber would not disappear without a plan." Donghyuck tilted his head to the side. "Whatever he's planning, I'll be ready. I won't let him to hurt or get near (Y/N)."

"As long as you don't leave the property..." Jeno giggled.

"Shut up, Jeno." Donghyuck laughed. "God, 6 more months and I'll be free."

"Poor (Y/N) standing your ass all day." Jeno had a sip of his beer. "You're not very easy to stand."

"She loves me," Donghyuck smirked.

"Yeah, I don't get why," Jeno chuckled.

"Neither do I," Donghyuck replied. "But I'm gonna marry her."

(...)

“Oh wow, you look gorgeous.” Donghyuck sounded breathless as he drank in the sight of his girlfriend, standing in front of him wearing a short long sleve black velvet dress. You smiled with pride.

“I know, and you look handsome.” You mumbled, leaning in to give him lips a lingering kiss.

“Only for you, baby.” Donghyuck said easily, returning the kiss just as gently. “You ready to have our valentines day dinner in the porch?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours after pulling away.

"Very," you smiled.

After having the most romantic dinner in the porch of your house, you and Donghycuk went back inside the house.

“I’ll be right back.” You said, learning over and pecking his lips. He smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter in response.

You walked into the walk-in bathroom and closed the door behind you.  You took off your black dress and folded it. You took a glance in the bathroom mirror, able to see the central section of your body, and nodded to yourself. The pink lingerie set made you look so hot.

You left on your nude heels to match the outfit and fairly satisfied, you left the bathroom and walked back towards the bedroom.

Donghyuck was slouched on the bed, his head half on the head board and halfway on his blue pillow. He was reading something on his phone when you entered and it took him a few seconds to register what he was seeing, his eyes widening as he gazed up at you. You smiled as you closed the bedroom door behind you and took a step into the room. He quickly placed his phone on the bedside table and sat up on the sheets, scrambling to prop himself up against the headboard. His mouth was parted.

“What do you think?” You asked, taking another step closer.

He grinned in reponse, his smile wide and toothy, causing his eyes to crinkle adorably at the corners. You couldn’t help but blush in response to this reaction. His expression soon became more lustful as you walked around the side of the bed, deliberately slowly, taking in his reaction. His eyes roamed over your body, from your breasts to your thighs to your stockinged heels. His smile remained as you reached his side of the bed and stood beside him.

“What is this for?” He asked, his voice full of joy.

You shrugged. “I just thought you deserved something nice on Valentine's Day.”

His smile was soon replaced by an expression of pleasure as you climbed onto the bed slowly, straddling his hips. His hands automatically moved to your hips and upper thighs as you rested your body against him, having to part your legs wide to reach around his thick thighs. You let out a small moan as you felt your clit brush the bulge in his jeans. He gasped in reponse and rubbed the small section of visable skin between your suspenders and garter belt.

“You look amazing...” He gasped as you leaned down and kissed him passionately. Your mouths opened against each other and you felt the desire in his lips. His hands roamed from your thighs to your back as he pulled you closer, gasping into your mouth as your weight shifted on his lap, your covered cunt brushing his cock, already rock hard. You smiled against his lips and felt his large palms move once more to your thighs, hooking his index fingers around the small strap which attached the suspenders to the belt around your waist. You could tell he was restless by the way his hands moved over your body, unable to be still for more than a few moments at a time.

Your lips parted and he moved his head down to your chest, kissing desperately along the visable flesh of your cleevage, above your bra before moving upwards to capture your lips once more. You reached downwards, between your bodies and trailed your index finger slowly along the length of his cock, through his jeans. He gasped and spluttered into your mouth, breaking your kiss to suck wetly at the side of your neck. You were already soaking through your pink panties.

“Do you want me to take them off?” You asked, moving your palm to his thigh and rubbing the fabric there a few times. He nodded in response and your hands moved to the row of metal buttons along his crotch. His eyes stayed on your hands, watching you carefully as you tugged his jeans down to his knees, revealing his black boxer shorts and the outline of his cock beneath. You tugged his t-shirt up a little to reveal his bellybutton before returning to his length, brushing him gently with your fingertips. His mouth parted in a tight O shape as you trailed your hand along him delicately, through his underwear.

He gasped, suddenly. “I think I’m going to...” Too late, you realised that the combination of you visually teasing him with your underwear and sexually teasing him had caused him to lose control. You snapped your hand away, moving upwards to his visable lower stomach, but could see that it had made no difference. He let out a low, frustrated moan as he spilled himself, dampening his boxer shorts, his neck snapping back in both pleasure and embarrassment. Feeling sorry for him, you moved your palm back to his crotch and squeezed him gently through his underwear, helping him milk out the last of his orgasm from his twitching cock. His breath was heavy and his face flushed. It took him a few seconds to calm himself down enough to speak.

"I’m so sorry...” His voice sounded so sad.

“It’s okay Hyuck," you smiled. "The night is still young."

His hand had moved to his forehead, covering half of his face in shame. You slowly moved towards him and pulled his palm away, raising it to your lips and kissing the knuckles on the back of his hand. “It happens sometimes. Don't be ashamed.” He finally met your gaze at the sound of your voice and his expression softened. Pushing forwards, you pressed your lips to his, gently at first but soon moving against him. The kiss was unrushed and building. When your tongues finally met, you felt yourself tingle once more in your panties and, as though sensing this, his hands moved up to your covered breasts, cupping the flesh there firmly in his palms. You moaned into his mouth and he pulled away to look down your body once more, as though only just remembering what you were wearing and how much pleasure it had given him.

Suddenly, his hands moved down to your bare arse cheeks and squeezed them roughly before giving you a little spank. You gave a little squeal of delight as he hooked his fingers under the thin straps of your suspenders and unclipped them from your stockings before moving to your panties, pulling them down a little roughly over your thighs and covered legs. Bemused, you allowed him to slip them over your feet and watched as he disgarded them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You grinned as he rubbed your hips and pushed you down into the bedsheets. You complied easily as his lips met yours briefly from above.

“Making you feel good...” He pulled away and pushed your legs apart by the thighs, his fingers pressing against the thin material of your stockings. You felt the warm air of the room hit your wet pussy as the movement uncovered your it. He licked his lips and you felt your clit tingle in response as he crawled down your body and pressed his tongue against you confidently. You gasped as he ran his tongue along your slit, from your opening to your clit, making you shudder in pleasure. You couldn’t help but find yourself wondering what had caused this change in confidence.

“Do you like that?” He asked in a low voice, briefly moving away to gaze up at you from between your parted thighs. You groaned in reponse and saw him flash you a grin before moving back in. “Tell me what you want, love...” He moaned against your pussy as he kissed along the delicate pink skin between your opening and bud. You moved your right hand to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his soft, black hair.

“My clit...” You sighed, moving your other hand to gently touch the nub with your fingers, drawing his attention to it as he pulled away to watch. “Kiss it.”

You moved your hand back to join the other one on the back of his head and gasped as he placed a a few firm pecks on your clit, keeping his lips closed for a few moments before opening them against it, capturing it in his wet mouth and sucking with a moderate amount of pressure. You couldn’t help but be loud as he pleasured you perfectly. You moved your hands from his head to your breasts and tugged down the black cups of your bra, freeing your nipples. You pinched them between your thumb and index finger as you felt Donghyuck press his tongue against you, flicking it quickly.

“Keep doing that...” You instructed, allowing yourself to move your hips a little against him. “Oh shit, it feels amazing...” You felt him smile against you as he pulled away to get a little breath before moving back in.

Eventually, you felt your body begin to heat up. The bedroom was already warm and both of you glistened with sweat. He had briefly stopped his movement half way through to remove his white shirt, and now you saw the sheen on his tanned shoulders and the perspiration on his brow.

“I’m so close...don’t you fucking dare stop what you are doing Donghyuck...” You gasped, barely aware of what you were saying. He complied, keeping his mouth open wide against your clit as his tongue firmly massaged it. “Oh fuck fuck...” You grasped your breast harder and threw your head back. Donghyuck had his fingers hooked under the pink, lacy belt at the top of your stockings and you knew that there would be marks later left by the pressure of his fingers.

“Oh god...keep doing that...don’t fucking stop...” Your voice rang out around the room as you felt yourself boiling over. The change in pace as he licked your clit caused you to finally reach your high. Your hips snapped as you felt an intense pleasure ripple through your body. He kept up the pace, pressing the tip of his tongue against you as you let out a series of small, whimpery moans.

Finally, you felt your body relax as a wave of contentment and exhaustion washed over you. His pace had naturally slowed, sensing that you had reached your climax, but he refused to stop his motion completely until you stopped him, determined to make you feel as good for as long as he possibly could.

“Fuck...that was so good.” You moaned, hardly able to believe how good it had been yourself. His smile was delightful and you felt your stomach flutter as he nestled himself next to you.

Donghyuck smirked at you and you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead and stroked his cheek. His eyes roamed down to your breasts, visable above your bra. He bent down and captured a nipple between his lips, briefly kissing it before pulling away. You looked down at his boxer shorts and observed that he was hard again. Grinning, you pressed your palm against his cock. He moaned softly in response, briefly closing his eyes, his bashful smile never leaving his face.

“God, the way you look tonight is driving me insane.” His hand trailed down from your cheek to your thigh, brushing the back of his knuckles against the bare skin.

His hand slided along your thigh as your legs wrapped around his waist, his hips pressing firmly into yours. You slided your fingers beneath his collar to run your hands down his back, seeking better traction, the sensation of his damp muscles compounding on the brush of silk across your arms. Between the elusive texture of the fabric around you and his sweat-slicked, tense muscles. The clutching of your fingertips and digging of your nails into the broadness of his shoulders urged him to welcome his warm embrace.

Sliding his length along your folds, the glide coursing waves of bliss through both of you. The head of his cock repeatedly presses into your clit at an even, steady pace that has you floating and whining. “Hyuck, please, more.” He removed himself from the crook of your neck to look you straight in the eyes, sincerity and devotion adorning his features. The intent of his gaze was an inquiry, verifying that you are truly his and that the sight before his eyes of your flushed cheeks, cascading hair, and begging mouth is truly real.

“Hyuck,” at the needy tone of your voice, his cock grinded against your folds again, “Hyuck, I want you,” and again, “Please", “Hyu-” and your plea turned into a choked whimper as he pushed his head into your heat, agonizingly slowly. His breathing was labored, his arms flexed, his eyes fierce with determination. Your warmth and wetness surrounding him had him tense and quivering before he relinquishes his own self-control and began to pump into you with strong, sure strokes.

Tossing his head back, he lets out a high-pitched whine, his hair bouncing with movement, and you were inspired to grasp the strands of his bangs and pull them back. With furrowed eyebrows and spit-stained lips, he soundlessly mouthed out, “Feels so good,” and opened his eyes enough to take in your appearance before him, the visual of you open and desperate for him sending him higher. “I- I need you to look all f-fucked-out and pretty for me,” He stumbleb over his words as he tries to maintain control of the situation, but he’s slowly coming undone and his nerves start to sing. “Can you do that for me?" With each motive thrust, your grip in his hair clenched and he released short open-mouthed gasps.

Your hand sifted through his locks until you had a firm purchase on the meat of his jaw, turning his head to the side to murmur in his ear, "You fuck me so good.” Eyes opening in surprise, he attempted to turn back with an inquisitive look, hips stuttering, but you continued to hold his jaw in place. "No one ever fucked me this good." His vulnerable eyes glimmered as he soaked in every word. The sinful noises he released are in reaction to your words more than the felt of you surrounding him, the warm moist air between you cut by his high whimpers and whines.

He was so attractive like this, aggressively desperate, eagerly seeking his peak, instinctively grasping at your skin anywhere and everywhere he could. Your fucked-out expression and gasps for air had him craving release. As he approached his climax, his whines and cries become sharper, hoarser, louder. The bridge of his nose crinkled as he breathes through bared teeth, eyebrows furrowing in concentration and eyes shut tight. His body snapped as he drove out the ride of his orgasm, arms shaking with exertion and nose pressing into your cheek. As his cock throbbed with each shot of his cum, his whimpers and gasps were muffled into your temple, lips sliding along your ear.

Taking a moment to float back down to reality, he slowly pulled out and rolled next to you. Returning to your temple, he sank his nose into your hair and breathed in with deep shaking breaths, running his fingers through the messy locks and holding you closely. Your sweet scent calmed him into a state of serenity and his breathing evens. Lifting your eyes, you studied his expression in the dark: messy hair and bitten red lips.

"What are you thinking of?" You stroked his chest.

"You." His head propped up on one elbow, watching you with an uncharacteristically soft expression.

"And what are you thinking of?" You placed a kiss on his chest.

"I'm thinking I'm a lucky asshole," he ran a hand through your hair. "I can't believe you're real."

You hummed in response and then smiled looking at him. "You're so cheesy."

Donghyuck laughed. "This is what I get for expressing my feelings?"

"I'm kidding, baby." You pecked him. "I love you."

Donghyuck shook his head. "I love you more."

"Impossible," you clambered up, straddling him, watching his face twist in pleasure, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

He smirked, placing his heads on your hips. "Then prove it."

The next morning, both of you were having breakfast. Donghyuck had made classic omelettes and sneaked some spinach in it.

"You know," Donghyuck spoke, "I was thinking on opening my own kendo academy."

"Really?" You glanced at him. "That'd be great!"

"You think? I mean, I'm qualified and I have to do work on something after the house arrest ends," he shrugged. "I have some money saved and it could be a great start off."

"You should do it," you nodded. "I'll suport yout in whatever you wanna do."

"I know," he kissed you. "thank you."

"And I will have to teach me first," you smirked.

"Deal."

(...)

There was a strange activity in the air on that morning. A meaningless date at the best of times and imbued only with the reverence of a deluded and delusional populace seeking light and meaning in a dark, meaningless world. Today, however, was special. Today, he was giving himself a treat. A birthday present.

"Sir?" Someone called him from the door. He tilted his head a bit to the right, humming. "the private jet is here."

He nodded and smiled, looking through the window. "I'll be there in 10."

"Leaving already? You came back a few days ago," said another male voice in the room.

He didn't even look at the person talking. "Duty calls."

"Please don't do anything stupid before I go," He grabbed his coat.

"When have I ever done such a thing?"

"Need me to remind you again?" He glanced him, pointing out the bruises on his face.

"No need, Taeyong. I'm fine." Your father stated.

[chrissyutimagines]

Damsel in Distress

This is a soulmate au one shot. As per usual, '---------' marks point of view changes, and the setting is on the surface. This one is with a gender neutral reader, starring Butch from @bigoltrashpile. I don't own Butch, and if you want to read more about him please go to their blog. Oh, I've gotten permission to use their characters for a series of soulmate au stories. Stay tuned for more~ It would take a long while tho...

In this dangerous, shady world, you led a quiet, normal life.

Living in a small but cozy apartment, working as a front desk manager at a small hotel, hanging out with a few friends... It all seems normal, except for one thing... You've never been caught in the midst of any sort of chaos, be it a simple bar fight or a massive mafia shootout.

A usually rowdy speakeasy would be oddly quiet with you there, never getting attacked walking down a dark alleyway, a mafia shootout taking place in the area you had just left a few minutes ago... It was like you had some kind of lucky aura that protected you from the dangers of this society. Because of this you have been given the nickname 'Clover'.

You've always gave them a smile and accepted the nickname...

But you knew luck won't always be on your side...

Glancing down at your wrist, you see a short message tattooed on it.

'you okay, doll?'

It was said that those words are the first words your soulmate tells you.

...and by the looks of it, you'd be in quite a bit of trouble when the time comes.

You've received a letter from your friend, whose family is stupid rich, and was invited to a masquerade ball to celebrate the fifth anniversary of their luxurious hotel.

Knowing your friend, they will call you to shop for dresses in 3, 2, 1...

'Ring' Ah. Just as expected.

You pick up the phone.

"Hey Sof."

"OMG! Did you get my invitation?! We're going shopping in a minute! You better be ready by then! Oh! And we need to catch up lately! It's been too long!"

"Heheh! Sof, we were chatting just two days ago!"

"Yeah! Way too long! See you in a few minutes! 'click'"

Typical Sofia. Well, loud or not she's a good friend. And you should better change clothes before she...

'Ding dong!'...arrives.

You sigh and go greet your friend.

"How did you get here so fast?"

"Oh! I was in the car when I called you! Now go change into some decent clothes! We need to get some proper dresses for the ball!"

She herds you into your bedroom and a short while later you're in a high-end dress shop. While you gape at the beautiful yet expensive dresses, your friend starts searching through the various dresses.

"Don't just stand there! Come over here. It's not like you've been to this place before."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

The both of you start to pick the best dresses while making small talk.

"...so I just went like- Oh my! This would look amazing on you!"

Sofia holds up a red and black velvet dress, it looks like a dress fit for royalty.

"Oh! Sof, I, I don't know."

"Oh stop worrying about me, your know I don't look good in red. Now go put this on and show me!"

You sigh and let her push you into the dressing room. You try on the dress and twirl in front of the full body mirror in the room. You... Look stunning. You hear intensive knocking on the door.

"Hey, get out here and lemme see how it looks!"

You sigh and chuckle her eagerness, then walked out of the dressing room, giving a small twirl to show off the dress.

"Well?" She was silent for a few seconds.

"...well? It's fantastic! You're getting this one! Now, help me choose a dress!"

"Of course, Sof. Just let me change first."

"I'll wait for you then."

You change and start helping your friend. You soon found the perfect dress for her, which she said was, 'The prettiest dress I've ever seen!' But, you know she's just bluffing, she has always been the dramatic type. You sigh and chuckle, following her too the cashier to check out both of your dresses.

After searching the mask store for a while you managed to find a beautiful, classy, red and black mask to go with your dress. Sofia has also found a sparkly mask to go with hers. You both chatted for a short while before parting ways.

When you got back home, you marked the day of the masquerade and placed the clothing away. This would be a perfect break from your boring routine...

Or would it?

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Butch is sleeping in today... Or he would be if Noir haven't dragged him up. He grumbled.

"come on! ya know 'ow late i worked last night!"

"This Is Important Lazybones! You Have To Get A Decent Suit Tailored Asap!"

"*yawn* why?"

"You Are Going To A Masquerade Ball. We Have Business With The Hotel Owner."

"*sighs* *grumbles* alright, fine."

He begrudgingly went to the tailor and got his measurements. Then Noir dragged him to a mask store to get a 'suitable' mask... Which basically means Noir picked one for him.

When they finally got back, Butch just flopped on his bed and dozed off. This would be another boring, pesky business trip...

Or would it be something more?

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On the day of the ball, you dressed up in the stunning dress and mask you got via Sofia, did your hair to compliment your dress, and put on some red heels to finish the look. You have decided against make up as no one can see it under your mask. Sofia said she wanted to arrive at the ball with you, so she would be here in three, two, o-

*knock knock*

Bingo. You open the door to see Sofia practically bouncing with excitement.

"OMG! (Y/N), you wouldn't Believe how excited I am! Are you done?! Come on!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming, Sof. Just let me grab my hand bag."

You grab your hand bag and went to the exquisite, grand masquerade ball with Sofia. She excitedly told you all the details of the ball, and from what you gathered, you think this'll be a delightful evening.

But you have no idea what has truly been in stored for you.

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It's the day of the ball, and Butch is, well, being his usual grumpy self. Putting on the freshly tailored suit and the well-picked mask along with a pair of freshly polished leather shoes, he went to attend the ball.

Thinking of the business meeting with the owner made him annoyed about actually attending and participating in it.

But, he didn't know that someone would change his mind.

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The ball is in full swing. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and enjoying the grand ball. You have just finished a few dances, and feeling a bit parched. So you, along with an equally tired Sofia, went over to the food tables for a nice snack break.

"That was *pant* Amazing! Did you have fun? *pant*"

"Ah yes, having fun dancing so much my feet are sore from being stepped on by multiple dance partners." You said sarcastically.

"Oh. I'm so sorry. How many?"

"I lost count after 10." She winced.

"Ooo... That's not good."

"Yup. I'm going to stay here for a while. You can go dance some more."

"Okay. But you rest up okay?"

"I will."

She smiles and waves at you as she went back to dance some more.

It was then that you heard the whispers

"They look like a couple."

"That dress they're wearing matches the suit he wears."

"How do they look so good in red?"

"Are they together?"

Feeling uncomfortable from all the whispers, you ducked in a dark corner hoping to leave the center of attention. It worked, but the action has got you the attention of someone.

"Hey there, beautiful." You instinctively take a step back as the stranger approached you.

"Who are you? And what do you want? I do not want to dance right now."

"Oh we're not going to dance, sweetie. We're going to have some... Fun..."

You tried to make a run for it, but he caught your wrist. You struggle to break free of his hold, but to no avail. You tried to yell for help, only for the guy to clap his hand over your mouth. This is it, you thought. You were going to get taken away by a random guy and be ruined. Tears streamed down your face as your struggles grow weaker and weaker.

Just as you thought all hope was lost, you feel the weight of your attacker leave. Your eyes shot open, and you saw the blurry form of your savior standing in front of you.

"What do ya think yer doin'?!" A baritone voice growled.

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Butch arrived at the ball, and started hanging around to look like an ordinary party-goer. As he was chilling, he heard whispers.

"That suit looks exquisite."

"It matches the dress the dress that person's wearing."

"Do you think they're a thing?"

"It sure looks so."

He feels his anger creep up in him, but was interrupted by a man tapping his shoulder.

"Sir, the owner would like to speak with you."

He groaned internally and followed the man. He will be out of here after business is done anyway. No reason to stay right? He thought.

After a bit, the business is done, and Butch finished what he came for. He grumbled a bit as he emerged from a dark corner in order not to attract unwanted attention. Just as he was going to leave, his eyelights caught a glimpse of red... And that's when he saw them... A beautiful person wearing an elegant black and red dress with a matching mask... Who is also being assaulted by a scumbag...

He's snapped back to reality at that, and immediately used his magic to drag the guy away from them. Anger bubbling up in him, he growled.

"What do ya think yer doin'?!"

"I-I was just taking my p-partner-"

"bullshit! they were struggling!"

"I-I'm s-sorry-"

"shut up. i'll deal with ya later." He uses his magic to bound him and threw him to the side, not wanting to alert anyone else.

Turning back to the person assaulted, he kneels down and touches their cheek.

"you okay, doll?"

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You whimpered, and threw yourself at the stranger that saved you, sobbing.

"whoa, whoa. hey, it's okay. it's over now. yer a'right now, doll. shh..."

The guy held you in his arms, gently rocking you. Slowly, you calmed down, and pulled away to look at him.

"You, you saved me." His eyelights widen, and you tilt your head curiously.

"What? Is there something wrong?" He didn't reply, instead, he pulled up his sleeves and showed you his wrist-bone? Your eyes widened as you read the tattoo.

'You, you saved me.'

You flipped your own wrist to reveal yours.

'you okay, doll?'

You stared at each other with wonder.

"w-we're-"

"-Soulmates..."

You continued to stare into each other's eyes, till a noise coming from your attacker broke the both of you out of your trance.

"Ow! Why is there a glass piece here?!"

"*sigh* sorry, doll. gotta deal with this bastard first." He stands and helps you up.

"ya think ya can stand on yer own?"

"I-I think so..." He smiles.

"good. i'll be back on a sec."

His hand glows red and the guy floats up. Then, they disappeared. You blinked a few times, not knowing what happened. And just as suddenly, your savior appeared. Seeing your shocked expression, he chuckled.

"ya okay there, doll? dun worry yer pretty lil head off. it's jus' a 'shortcut'."

"H-how?"

"mmmagic." You huff, and he chuckles.

"hehe. 'ere, take my hand. let's go to somewhere quieter."

With one hand extended to you, he seems almost nervous. Is this the same guy who pulled the jerk off you? You giggle, delicately placing your hand on his. He closed his large hand around yours, and gently wraps his other arm around you, pulling you close to him. You shivered a bit as he whispered in your ear.

"hold on tight, doll."

You feel yourself being pulled into seemingly nothingness, you clutched on him, needing to feel a sense of reality. Then the both of you appeared on the balcony. You tried to pull away from him, only to feel an overwhelming dizziness and fall back into his arms.

"take it easy, doll. shortcuts can be a bit disorientin' the first few times."

You grip onto his suit, taking deep breaths to regain yourself as he cooed words in your ear, while soothingly rubbing your back.

When you finally recollected yourself, you stood back up on your feet gazing up at his eyelights.

"Thank you. For everything. But..."

"but what?"

"I haven't even gotten your name." He looks stunned for a second, before bursting out laughing.

"hahaha! y-yer right, doll. w-we... pffft... 'aven't even... ahaha!" You giggled with him at how ridiculous that is.

When you both calmed down, he took his mask off and introduced himself.

"the name's butch, doll." You smile, liking his handsome features, then took your own mask off.

"My name's (Y/N). Pleased to be saved by you."

He looks at you with stunned eyelights. His hand slowly reaching up to cradle your face.

"y-ya look... gorgeous... 'ow did i get so damn lucky?" You blush at his words, and the fact that his face is getting closer and closer to yours.

"Y-you're the one looking so dashing in that suit." His face glowed red as your said those words.

"'m only a bag o' bones... yer... yer the true diamond, doll. can i...?"

His breath lands on your lips as his thumb absentmindly smoothed over your cheek. You blush but nod and closed your eyes. You then feel a pair of lips touch yours, you questioned how a skeleton has lips in your mind, but the thought was gone as you feel yourself melting into the sweet and sensual kiss. By the time you both pulled away, the both of you are panting heavily.

"Wow..."

"wow indeed, doll." You open your mouth to ask about a skeleton with lips, but closed it as his answer would most likely be 'magic'.

Then you noticed your clothes...

"...we match."

He looks down at his clothes, then yours. And his face glows red again. You giggle.

"what's so funny?" he said with a scowl.

"Hehe. You're cute." His face glows redder.

"nah. yer the a'dork'able one 'ere, doll." He smoothly take your hand to kiss the back of it, causing you to blush.

"Hey! Pffft. No fair! You can't charm me with puns and smooth words!"

"oh. so i'm smooth an' charmin' huh?"

"H-hey! *giggles*"

After your giggles died down, you sigh and look at Butch.

"So... What now?" He smiles and puts his mask back on, extending a hand.

"we dance. i mean, we look like the ultimate power couple, might as well."

You giggle, and fix your mask back on as well, delicately placing your hand on his.

"Lead the way then."

As he led you back in, the crowd parted as if they expected the both of you. When you got to the dance floor, a slow song starts and the two of you danced. Couples looked at you two with envious eyes, bystanders whispered around you, but the two of you are too focused on each other to care.

You are with your prince charming and he has found his damsel in distress.

Nothing else matters.

There! Sorry that I'm so inactive lately. It's been quite busy... I'll be working on this series and that second story of Dance of our Souls first. But it'll be really slow as well... Sorry... Hope you liked this story!

[dmc-tings]

Hi! I heard your requests were open and I wanted to request how the DMC boys (Dante, Vergil, Nero, V) would celebrate after their s/o accomplished something. I'm a week away from graduating and it's been stressful but I'm so close! Thank you in advance.

Awww yeah!!! Glad your getting ready to graduate!!! I'm happy for you! I hope you take some time for yourself, and relax! Hope you enjoy this! I kinda winged it, and assumed you were talking about college. Sorry if that wasn't what your moving on from.

Dante

The moment you burst into the shop, ecstatic, your boyfriend picked up on this

He hopped up, as you strode in proudly, holding your certificate of completion

"I did it! I finally got it!"

Dante held his arms up in the air, waiting for you to tell him what you got

You put the paper in his face

He backed up abit looking at the paper, taking it in his hands

"Sweet! You passed.... college?"

You rolled your eyes, "Not just college dumb-dumb, I passed my classes and got my degree. I can be a doctor."

Dante scratched his head, "Well... what do you wanna do?"

You looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully

Your big dummy waited for you, with big eyes

"How about just a movie night? You'd been working alot lately."

He smiled at you, "Sounds good to me!"

You both spent the next few hours getting snacks, drinks, pillows, blankets and movies

Now, all snuggled up, with your personal devil heater

You both spent the night watching movies

Eventually getting to the point, where Dante fell asleep

His head in your lap

Every so often letting out a content purr, as you stroked his hair

Overall a good indoor celebration, just to two of you

Vergil

He had been waiting for the good news

You walked in, feet dragging

Your friends wanted to go out and party, but you declined, knowing that Vergil was waiting for you

He looked up as the door opened

He stood to greet you and noticed your demeanor

"Well?" He asked, raising a brow, like an expecting father

You smiled at him, holding up your certificate

"Right here." You smiled at him

For one of the few times in his life, Vergil gave you a genuine smile

He gave you a kiss, then turned you around and pointed at a bag

"Get dressed. I have something planned for you." He left you alone, opening a portal

You made a face, confused.

Vergil always had a thing for the flare and dazzling

You shrugged, getting dressed

It was a glorious blue dress/suit (I aint gonna describe it, it can be whatever you like)

After you where dressed, Vergil returned, taking your hand

"Come. Our arrangements are finished."

He led you through the portal

You were greeted with the sight of Nero and Dante dressed like waiters

You giggled at Dante who was fussing with the bow tie

Nero gave you an awkward smile, pulling out your chair

The pair served you both and left you two alone

"Im proud of you." Vergil spoke, "I know you worked very hard for it."

You nodded your mouth full, the food was good

Vergil looked at you, despite the food stuffed in your mouth, he smiled again

'Boy,' you thought, 'I must have hit the metaphorical lotto.'

You swallowed. "Your smiling awfully alot tonight, is something in your mind?"

Vergil's smile dropped, and his face flushed, just a bit

You leaned over your food, "Verg? Are you ok? Are you going to leave again?"

He had a habit of leaving alot... and then coming home whenever

His gaze shot up to you

"Actually what I'm about to ask you will keep me from leaving so much..."

He stood up and walked over to you, getting on both knees

He looked you in the eyes and took both of your hands in his

"I wanted you to ask you to be mine."

You cocked your head, "What? Vergie, we're-"

You where hit in the head by something

You turned your head to see Dante, wide eyed and pointing at Nero

Scowling you looked at what was yeeted at your head

It was a small black box

Your eyes widened, slowly picking up the box

Vergil gave another smile, "well? Do you-"

He was cut off by you grabbing him and pulling him into a kiss

Then a hug, staining his suit with tears

"I suppose this is a yes..."

Dante gave a wolf whistle

Nero

You woke up the day after graduating

But you weren't at home...

Nero looked at you smiling, a big smile

You rubbed your eyes

"Nero, why are we in the van? And why did Nico let you take it?"

He didn't say anything, just turning back to the road

Your doofus had been driving all night

You walked to the passenger seat, opening a drink

Which you spit out, you saw the signs headed to Six Flags!!

"Hey! Not all over the dash! Nico is gonna-"

You cut Nero of letting out an excited squeal

"BABE!! YOU SHOULDNT HAVE!!"

Nero gave a chuckle, "But I did. And we've got a hotel for after. We'll be here for a few days, to relax and have fun!"

He hopped out of the van, slamming the door shut

You followed, rushing to the gates, sadly sadly line was starting to grow despite how early it was

Nero grabbed your hand, flashing some VIP passes at you

He pulled you to the non-existent line for the VIP's

You pulled ahead of him pulling in to the first ride you saw, the Superman

You both strapped up, you wiggling excitedly

Nero laughed at your excitement

This is how you both spent the day

In the hotel, Nero ordered out and you guys laid around resting for the next day

"Nero, what brought on the va-kay?"

He shrugged, eating another gummy worm

"You'd been working hard for your degree or whatever, so I figured you could use some fun." He answered, nonchalantly

You smiled at him

He always acted like a punk, but you knew he really cared

"Thank you..." You sat up from your laying position and scooted over to him

He looked away from the TV and at you, raising his eyebrow

You gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, which he returned happily

V

V attended your graduation with your family

Even the dinner following it

He lovingly held your hand, taking your shared nighly walk

"Well? What's next for you, Love?"

You pondered the question, not sure

Shadow padded next you, letting you pet her smooth fur

Griffon scouted ahead, just in case, "Look kid, you gotta wanna do something. You didn't work all that hard work, for nothing."

V silenced the bird with a look, then turned his kind gaze back to you

You bit your lip, in thought

You already knew the answer, but you didn't know how V was going to react

"Love?" Your hand started to shake in his, he took notice of this and it made him nervous

"I... I want to stay here. With you." You whispered

V raised his eyebrows, this surprised him

"But I tho-"

"Well I did but... I dont want to leave you behind..."

He stopped walking, stepping infront of you, he pulled out a key

You looked at him, "Wha-"

"This is for our apartment. It's still here in Red Grave. But... I know you still wanted to study more, so I relocated us to the other side of the city... Closer to the school you wanted to study at..."

He looked abit hurt, he really wanted you to achieve your dreams

And didn't want to hold you back

You looked at him, "Already?"

He nodded, looking at your hand still holding his

You stood on tip toe, kissing his lips

Then pulled away, "Thank you so much. I didn't think i-"

V smiled, "Dont. I can see it in your eyes how grateful you are. Come. We need to go home. I want you to see the apartment."

Once you both made it home, you opened the door

It... it was decorated like you thought V would decorate

Very Modern Victorian style

It even had a fireplace!!

You gasped, walking in the apartment, feeling the velvet couch and recliners

You looked and saw a bookshelf, smiling

The rest of the bedrooms even the bathroom had the same vibe

V really put did himself

"I love it."

V smiled and wrapped his arms around you

"Im glad you do. And we're not that far from the shop or your schooling. But I can think of something that will make your feel better."

You laughed at him, planting a kiss on his neck

"Im sure you could~"

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me - Xavier x Fem!Reader

So… I have a very long Spotify playlist full of songs that are fueling my inspiration to write about… stuff…

Go Easy on me, this is my first Cody rodeo and I have not written for a few years. Also, English isn’t my first language …

Description: You went to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show with your friend Montana and a couple of her male friends. Everyone expected you to be the Janet of the group and Xavier is lucky enough to be your Rocky.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, soft Xavier, sorta cuteness, virgin!Reader

You had just went to see the Rocky Horror Show with Montana, your flatmate, as well as a handful of her friends you had been hanging out with here and there when there was nowhere else to crash. You tucked your jacket closed over the sequinned bustier to protect your skin from the cold night’s air and then you hoisted yourself in your friend’s Van, your body still trembling from the “post show high”.

Gushing over the mind blowing performance that unfolded in front of you with Montana, the both of you dressed as Columbia and Magenta from the show. Her friend Xavier, driving his weed infused van in a very safe costume of Brad Majors, tried to jump in the conversation occasionally made the both of you giggle, amazed that he even enjoyed the show in comparison to Chet, wearing a pair of bright gold boxers shorts and boots. “I’m dropping you at your flat, ladies?” Xavier asked, pushing a giggle out of your blond friend’s throat.

“No thanks, X! I promised Chet I’ll go back to his’ if he came over as Rocky” she replied, earning a cheeky look back from the buff brunette. “alright then! I’ll drop both of you first then get Y/N back” the driver fed back, giving you a glace through the rear view mirror. Your flatmate giggled again at the sight of the look you just received, literally poking fun at you by digging her finger in your exposed thigh repeatedly. You had confessed to her that you were not indifferent to the blue eyed man ever since you saw him walk in the apartment and she had been trying to push you to jump on every occasion you ever had.

The adrenaline from the live performance  made your mind spin and all of a sudden, 20 minutes flashed in a heartbeat and the next thing you knew, Chet and Montana were dropped to his flat and you were on your way to yours. A comfortable silence fell upon the both of you, only broken down by the soft voice of Xavier.

“so, you enjoyed the show, didn’t you? -Yeah! It was amazing! I’m disappointed you didn’t wear some garters and thigh highs, you replied in a laugh. - Believe me, sweet thing, you wouldn’t have been able to handle it if I came as a Transvestite. I should be even more surprised you dressed as Columbia. - And who did you think I was going to dress up as? - We all expected you to wear one of these mid length dress and a velvet headband and be the Janet of the group, Xavier teased, flashing you a half smile, I’m kinda disappointed as well to be honest.”

The soft buzz of the adrenaline started to wear off slowly as you kept some small talks  with your driver. The familiar lobby of your flat came into view once you took the left turn at the junction and the soft hum of the engine was the only thing you could hear as the van parked up in front of the large glass double doors, the gentle glow of the neon lights from within lighting up half of the street.

You jumped out of the van, looking up at the building you called home. You heard Xavier shift the gear stick and you suddenly turned to face his passenger window, placing your hands on the open door frame, popping your head down into view and earning a surprised, but anticipating look from his stormy blue eyes. “Do you want to come up for a coffee or something?” you asked in a somewhat whisper.

You thought you saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed a gulp he was holding on to without his own knowledge. He silently took your offer and pulled his handbrake back up, pushing the gears back in neutral and turning off the ignition, withdrawing his keys and shoving them in his back pocket. He stepped out of his car while you retrieved your own pair of keys, shoving them in the lock of the glass door leading into the lobby.

You stepped in  the warmer inside of the apartment complex, holding the door wide open for Xavier, trailing behind you. “Thank you for the invite, by the way”, he reminded himself while you pushed the elevator button. The soft voice sounding appreciative to receive a caffeine boost to fuel the rest of his drive home. You  climbed in the lift, pressing number 3 and ascending to your flat, guiding your blond friend through the hallways of the building.

Pushing the keys to your apartment and opening the door for the both of you to come in, the comfortable silence growing steadily heavy from the moment you stepped out of the car. You navigated to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and preparing your coffee machine to pour a hot brew for your friend, the conversation peaking up about life and summer projects for the upcoming months. You poured his cup and, as he walked your way to retrieve the mug, you catch a drift of his smell. Was it his cologne that triggered that sharp tug in your stomach? Or maybe was it his pheromone filled sweat causing your hormones to spin and coil through your body?

You passed the cup to him, your fingers brushing against his, sending a shock of electricity down your spine. The feeling must have been mutual as he jolted slightly at your touch, trying to pas it off as simple static electricity. You exchanged a shy smile, totally unaware of what that feeling piling up in your belly means. You caught yourself staring at his fingers, letting your gaze winder down his arm, up the crook of his neck and onto his face, a somewhat surprised look on his face. He cocked up his brow as he noticed your lingering stare.

The subtlety of the head tilt and the slow leaning towards you took you by surprise, Xavier’s face resting but a few inches from you. “Next time we go, you should be dressing up as Janet so we can match, Y/N, I think it suits you better”, his soft voice whispered as you recoiled back shyly, deepening the space between your faces. You were convinced your flushed cheeks could radiate enough heat to warm up some omelet. The waft of his body hit your nose again and you closed your eyes, taking it all in.

He was right tho. You were Janet. Shy and only ever ever felt the soft pressure of a pair of lips against yours. But he was far from being Brad, at least from what you’d ever seen of him. The split second it took for Xavier’s words to escape his mouth seemed to last a lifetime. You parted your lips to speak but was cut off by him.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t think Montana was lying… She told you you kinda had a thing for me, he kicked back, straightening himself fully. - No it’s- It’s okay, don’t worry. - I’ll have a word with her, i’m really sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. - Please, don’t… She wasn’t-She wasn’t lying, you stuttered, aligning your shoulders parallel to his. I’m just being awkward… I’ve never had someone come back home with me before.”

He looked away, the cold shroud of relief making his shoulders drop. He sighed in contempt and looked down at you, speckles of red staining his cheeks at the realization of the situation. Xavier placed the warm mug on the counter and shook his hands while stepping back. “Just because we’re into each other, doesn’t mean we have to do anything, ‘kay Y/N?” the blond one exhaled, his eyes widening once more “Sorry, I didn’t mean it this way! All I’m saying is that I’d love to just hang out with you” his voice stumbled in confusion as he brought his hands to the either sides of his head.

You softly chuckled, walking away from the kitchen counter and kicking off your shoes as well as jacket by the front door. A pair of slender arms linked around your waist and there it was again. That pulling coil binding itself to your core as his sweet aroma enveloped you. His lips attached themselves to your temple and for a second, it looked like he was taking in your scent as well. You tensed up to his touch, not used to this sort of attention.  “I’m really sorry, Y/N, I just can’t help myself” his voice trembled against your skin, your hands shyly exploring the skin of his arms and resting on top of his calloused fingers. Goosebumps covered your skin when his lips landed against your cheekbone, releasing his digits from yours to graze the supple skin of your face.

His warm knuckles gently tilted your chin towards him, sinking in the ocean blue of his eyes. “Can I?” he whispered, his gaze trailing between your lips and your eyes. You gently nodded, twisting your body gently to rest in front of him. A sharp inhale inflated his lungs, his sight fixating itself upon your lips before he closed his eyelids, the plump and soft flesh of his lips gingerly landing upon yours, holding your chin and letting his other hand travel from your waist up to the sweet spot in between your shoulder blades, gently pressing his chest against yours. You slender fingers landed on his back, returning the kiss as your lips softened against his.

The cold air landed across your lips as he pulled away from your kiss. The burning tingling caused by the sweet embrace of your mouths spread through your chest , covering your arms in many more goosebumps than the previous touch, Xavier’s fingers shyly exploring the raised bumps on your arms. “are you cold sweetheart?” he asked, tilting his head to the side like the most adorable puppy. You shook your head no, looking down to his lips again, silently asking for more. “I’ve never felt like this before, the last kiss I ever received was during a stupid game of spin the bottle when I was 14”, you admitted.

It suddenly dawned onto him, straightening up once more. You adverted his gaze, feeling embarrassed of yourself. “Never…?” he breathed out, a certain level of concern booming in his voice. You sheepishly shook your head , trying your best to hide the flustered look on your face only to look up and fall once more in the deep sea of his eyes before he hesitantly planted another kiss against your lips, this one deeper and more desperate.

You softly whimpered against his mouth, pulling him a couple of steps back, backing yourself against the wall behind you. Following your lead, Xavier pushed one step further, pressing you against the concrete as his nose brushed yours, cocking his head to the side. Hormones filling up the air around you both, you trailed your hands from his back up to his neck, allowing your other palm to lose itself in his hair, the air growing thicker with a need for more.

He suddenly pulled back, shaking himself out of his burning state. His face somewhat twisted in a state of confusion. In this instant, you could read through him like an open book and doubt was the only thing written on his blank chapter. His frantic eyes looked around for some sort of confirmation that he was far from making a mistake and the only thing he found was your worried eyes and your fingers pressed against your own lips as if you were trying to retain the burning sensation of his own mouth pressed flushed on yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to…” he panicked before your hands wrapped themselves around the collar of his shirt, pulling him once more in a kiss, this time more heated and passionate then ever before.

You could feel your heart pumping in your chest, threatening to burst out at any second, his lips opening shortly after contact was made, his tongue splitting your mouth open and searching for yours. Following the only lead of your instinct and pushing your own out, deepening the heated embrace with a soft whimpering escaping your throat. Your digits slide on his shoulders, peeling off his jacket and letting it drop to the floor before the kiss was broken again but this time, his lips trailed down from yours down to your jaw, gently nipping at your skin and sliding off to your neck.

Heavily breathing against his chest, you started to feel that burning heat moving from your heart all the way down to your belly and to rest between your thighs. This times, it was you who pulled off of him, a lonely tear building up from your eye and rolling down your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay, Xavier reassured you, pushing you in a tight hug. - I’m frightened, you breathed out, suddenly confusing panic with arousal. I don’t know what’s happening. - Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright, I’ve got you.”

His fingers laced themselves in your Y/H/C hair, cooing and shushing you softly and walking you towards the couch gently. Xavier sat you down on the sofa and retrieved an empty cup of water for you, finding a spot by your side. “I’m not sure what is happening” you confessed, your fingers trembling before you reached for his, looking up to meet his eyes, silently begging for one more hungry kiss. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop if we carry on, Y/N” Xavier admitted, rubbing his forehead with his free hand and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t think i would want you to stop, Xavier”. He lunged for your lips, laying you down impossibly gently against the pillows of your couch. Once more, his tongue seeked yours, this time fighting for dominance while his hips dug between yours. You shyly reached up and started to unbutton his shirt before his fingers wrapped around yours, making you rip it open, too eager to be able to feel more of your skin against his. The fabric of his shirt flew off of his body to fall on the floor. You pulled away from his lips “Not in here, please… I don’t want Montana to walk in on us…” you whimpered under him, the heat between your thighs growing hotter by the second.

He chuckled softly, getting back on his feet and pulling you up against his chest, placing a soft peck on your lips. “Lead me where you want me” he whispered in your ear, making the flustered stains on your cheeks grow more intense, your fingers tangling with his and guiding him to your bedroom. Leaving the door open behind the both of you, Xavier pressed his exposed chest against yours, his fingers looking for the zipper on the sequinned bustier covering your torso. Pulling it down a handful of teeth, he looked back at you, searching for any doubts in your eyes, finding only passion and envy. “Y/N, promise me you will not regret this”, he inquired while pressing his forehead to yours. “I would hate myself if you were to regret this”, he cooed, his free hand cupping your cheek. Tugging on your heart strings, your instinct pulled your forward, planting a soft kiss against his lips, your hands gathering by the buckle of his belt to pry it open.

An adorable smirk lingered on his lips as he pulled down the zipper, making you shiver as the cold air of your bedroom assaulted the soft skin of your chest, now exposed. Letting your top collapse to the grown, the blond’s fingers hooked themselves underneath your thighs, gently pulling you up and pushing your legs around his waist. His feet carried you both to the bed, pushing you against the mattress. You both took part in another heated kiss, begging for more in short bursts of whimpers and groans, his fingers now discovering your body, caressing your shoulders then your clavicle, ribs and finally making their way up against your breasts, ripping our a moan from you.

Xavier pulled off of your mouth and hissed at the sound of your moan, allowing his hand to travel down to the waistband of your short, sneaking slowly underneath the border of your panties. You dove into his eyes, working on opening your shorts and squirming out of them. The blond man peeled off your underwear just enough for you to feel the cold air hit your folds, realizing that you had been confusing this strange new feeling with anxiety. He shimmied out of his trousers, chucking them to the floor along with his socks, laying beside your naked body, only clad of his white boxers.

His eyes took in the view of your exposed  body all in, noticing a small shiver covering your body. Another chuckle passed his throat and he pulled you in his arms, nudging the both of you under the covers. You joined in with a giggle and pushed your fingers against his cheek, stroking it and watching him lean into your palm. His body shifted on top of your while your kiss reinstate itself, less desperate and more gentle this time, your fingers losing themselves in his bleached blond locks  while his own moved to caress your inner thigh.

Your lungs filled with air in a gasp as his digit stroked the edge of your folds, gathering wetness on the tips of his phalanges. “Fuck, I didn’t know you would be so w-” your lips pushed themselves against his again, bucking your hips up against his fingers, which Xavier pushed forward against your clit, stealing a moan from you. You crossed his gaze, now dark with lust, biting your lower lip and listening to your halting breath. Gently making his way to your entrance and maintaining eye contact with you, he slipped his calloused digit in your core, pushing another moan out of your chest, the new sensation unfurling new feelings deep inside your belly.

Thrusting gently inside of you, he seeked the spot that would make you mewl for him. Your E/C gaze traveled down to the throbbing ache in his boxers, trying to reach for it. His eyes met yours and, using the slight confusion at your advantage to pull his wrist out, wrap your legs around his wast and pushing his ever hardening groin against your own crouch, rolling your hips against him and ripping out a surprised moan from Xavier. “I don’t need foreplay. I want more” you begged, trying desperately to push down his boxers. A shiver run down his spine while he grinds his hips against yours. He looked back for his trousers, breaking off the contact from your burning skin.

He peeled off the underwear you tried so hard to pry off, having you averting your eyes shyly. He chuckled and reached back for the pocket of his pants, pulling out a condom from his wallet. “I promise, I didn’t plan this…” he said with guilt laced in his voice, blushing more than he had been already. “You’re fine Xavier, I promise” you echoed, somewhat begging for more contact. He laid back against you, dropping his lips against yours while his hands busy themselves opening the condom and rolling it upon his length.

Biting your lower lips and finally looking down to Xavier’s pulsating length wrapped between his thighs. His gaze traveled up to you again, catching you staring and pulling a small snicker past his lips before he lined up his hips. “If you want me to stop, just let me know and we’ll stop” he whispered, peppering your cheeks with gentle kisses. You nodded your head, smiling enthusiastically. He linked his mouth to yours in a tender peck, slowly pushing the tip of his cock between your slick folds, causing your whole body to heat up even more, gripping at the sheets and making a mental note to remember to breath. The pain subsided as he sunk deeper inside of you, his lung hissing in pleasure while you moaned in his mouth, confused as to whether it was due to pain or pleasure.

Once again, his lips departed yours, this time to allow a delectably sweet moan escape from him, pushed inside of your core fully. He paused for a few seconds, savouring the sheer pleasure of finally being buried between your thighs, then looked down, silently checking if you were alright. Your fists clenched around the sheets, you took a moment to adjust to this very new sort of pain. A pain so intimately tied to pleasure that the confusion was overly obvious, your eyes pleaded for him to stay and carry on, a bundle of nerves unraveling from the inside of your stomach.

That’s when he began thrusting, slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable, picking up the pace ever so slightly with your first moan. The head of his cock softly stroked against that unknown spot you had never dared to discover, as if he was made perfectly to please your deepest triggers. With a chain of hips clashing and skin slapping, his rhythm got quicker and the intense pleasure seamed to shred it’s way through your stomach, a thrashing tornado building up in your core and upon each stroke, a moan jumped out of your lips, matching his irregular grunts and growls. “Fuck, Y/N-…” he moaned as he buried himself deeper inside of you, quicker with every approval. He pulled himself down against you, one arm snaking around your waist and the other caressing the beautiful hills of your breasts.

How could you have waited so long to feel such a carnal and feral emotion? So raw and instinctive, it seemed perfectly impossible for your to never experience it ever again after this night. Sloppy kisses turned by heavy moans and whimpers and broad strokes helping you climb the obtuse slope of your climax. That deep coil tightened inside of you as you prepared yourself for a release, the intense and powerful pleasure nearly becoming uncomfortable. “I need it harder” you panted, pushing a string of swear out of your lover’s lips as his hips dug harder inside of you, pushing roughly inside your dripping cunt. The madness of your height force out loud moans and half assed cursing.

And it snapped. Your fingers reached for his back and your nails dug your way down from Xavier’s shoulder blades all the way to the small of his back, earning a soft wince from him. The clenching of your walls and the intense shaking and twitched got the sweaty boy moaning louder than before, his beautiful face torn in pleasure as his cock plucks deeper at you. “Yes, Y/N, cum for me”, he breathes out, stuttering and growling. His eyes open to fall upon the expression of raw pleasure clawing it’s way through your body. Pushing you through your orgasm, his hips rolled further than before, making sure to get you whimpering your way out of your climax, not fully realizing how close he was, himself.

Quickly propping yourself against him, your lips connected to the soft flesh of his neck, nipping and suckling at the pale skin of Xavier, parking your newly conquered territory as your height finally flushed itself out of your core. The slight pain of your love bite being just that little nudge to bring him right at the edge of his own climax, “I’m already going to c-” he tries to warn but the arms of Eros already reached for him and pulled him to the void of his own release,  his whole body bucking, twitching and spurting into the condom, causing a slight whine to pass through your lips. His cock twitched again and his body clenches, filing up the empty space in the condom.

His chest collapses against yours, unable to keep his eyes open or even synchronized, still trembling against you, mouth agape. Planting a small peck on his lips for each uncontrolled twitches passing through his body, Xavier gingerly pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and with a swift movement, the condom is discarded and you find yourself pulled against his chest, a contempt smile across his face. You sigh softly, relaxing in his arms, drifting to slumber, gently lullabied by Xavier’s calming heartbeat.

Montana’s cheeky giggles is what wakes you up during the early hour of the morning, still laced and tangled in the arms of your still asleep lover. Her small frame is standing in the doorway, her Polaroid camera in hands, snapping a picture of the both of you burred deep underneath the covers of your bed and your clothes somewhat thrown around your bedroom. “Tell us about it, Janet” she teasingly joke, swiftly moving out of the bedroom and leaving the Polaroid snapshot drift to the floor, closing the door behind her…

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Fire & Ice (Part 1/2)

Pairing: ONE-SHOT Michael Langdon x fem!Reader (Game of Thrones AU) 

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Game of Thrones AU - Reader is forced into an arranged marriage to Michael, through her brother, Viserys. In exchange for her, Michael guarantees them a spot in the Sanctuary and restoration to their family’s name and rule. 

Warnings: ANGSTYYYY, mentions of arranged marriage, fluffy!Michael

REQUESTED BY - ANON 

“ hi! idk if requests are open but I was wondering if you could do a Michael Langdon x reader 2 one-shot au based on Daenerys and Khal Drogo’s arranged marriage minus the abuse because that’d be too much and Michael is soft (enough said!) please? thanks :) ” 

A/N - Just to let you know, the reader in this is a Targaryen, wasn’t sure if you didn’t want her to be or not, so I thought to include it tho :) Sorry for the long wait, and I really hope you enjoy xox I’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you envisioned, but it was the best possible way I thought the story could flow! I tried to combine both the storylines from both shows. I tried really hard, so sorry if its shit 😫

“Y/N!”

The familiar, stern voice of your older brother, Viserys, booming through the hallways, sent chills down your spine. Indeed he was your brother, and essentially the only living family you had left, as the both of you were the only existing members of your dying house, house Targaryen, and yet it was he who frightened you the most. You had grown to understand, that he was a man of bad character: he was never mindful of you, never considerate of your feelings nor your worth, was too invasive and extremely controlling…To the point where he made the sole decision to arrange you for marriage: without a single word from you, or any sort of input, you’d become a bride to be and there simply was no way of arguing your way out.

“I promised him a wife, and he promised me an army, a crown and the throne. He promised us a position in the sanctuary. You know that since we lost our rule, our reign and all our treasures we can’t buy our way in. This is our only chance to live, sweet sister. Now, do as I say, for the sake of our family’s legacy…Because Y/n, we are the last Targaryens, the rightful heirs. Do it for the sake of who we are.”

Yet much to your unfortune, your husband had arranged a day to meet you, to see you face to face, for him to make the final judgement as to whether he wanted to marry you or not…Still you had no say in your own future. You hadn’t known much about him nor how he looked, despite knowing that he was in fact a man of wealth, of strength and of great power, from the rumours you’d heard…And today was the day you’d finally meet.

And the only other thing you knew of him, was that of his name…Michael Langdon.  

“There’s our bride to be!” Viserys called, holding what seemed to be a beautiful, silk violet dress. Having interfered your thoughts, of you remiscining the precise moment you’d been told you were to sold off, you hesitantly tore your attention from the serene view of the city, and immediately walked over to Viserys.

“It’s a gift, from the Cooperative...Go on touch it. I want you to wear it for today.”

Mesmerised by the fabric, you instinctively reach your hand out to touch it. Your fingers gently stroking through the dress, satisfied by its smooth texture, amazed by the gesture of the gift, despite not yet meeting your husband to be.

“I need you to be perfect today…Can you do that for me?

“You don’t want to wake the dragon, do you?”

“No” You silently uttered, no more than a whisper. You’d always spoken this way, you simply grew accustomed to being dubious, submitting yourself to fear and fright, enticed by your superiors. To them you were just a pawn.

“When the write the history of my reign sweet sister, they will say it began today…”  

***

Dissonant sounds of chattering, and the whistling of the light breeze was all that filled the silence and the tension. You both awaited for Michael and his companions to arrive, standing in between behind your Viserys and you your landlord, Illyrio Mopatis.

“Where is he?” Viserys questioned, sensing his growing frustration as his impatience as per usual ran thin all too quickly.

“The Cooperative are not known for their punctuality.”

All to coincidentally, the distant sound of hooves stomping against the solid concrete ground followed by the heavy wheels of a carriage being pulled grew louder, and much more closer. You felt your body tense, by the second, the inevitability of this arrangement and the unpredictability of its outcome began taking its toll on you.

Many times before, you’d tried convincing yourself that this situation in its entirety was all simply a dream, that it was all just a nightmare far to vivid for you to awake. Yet once the black carriage had come into view, trying best to pinch yourself on the arm, thinking that would do the trick, you knew better than to remain in denial. This was happening, and there was no way of escaping it.

When the horses stood afront of you all, the carriage coming to a halt behind, instantly you felt your heart leaping from your chest, this gut-wrench feeling wavering through your body.

As its door swung open, 3 men each walked out, all wearing similar black suits which you felt instinctively couldn’t have been Michael, with a tiny, middle-aged woman, with short black hair yet again in a similar black suit exit through: in pairs each standing on either side of the carriage.

Finally, there he stood.

The least to say, you were breath taken: he was gorgeous. Wearing a red, velvet suit, luscious, long golden hair flowing just past his broad shoulders, with a towering height compared to the rest, his eyes this light blue colour that were ever so piercing, yet ever so mesmerising. His features all too accentuated, exemplified his age, his maturity you felt.

“Welcome, my honoured guests! May I present to you, Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name, the rightful king of the Andals and the first men. And his sister, Y/N of House Targaryen.”

Before your thoughts could roam any further, you’d remembered that Illyrio insisted you walked down and greet your fellow and yet potential husband to be. Out of respect that you assumed was the reason for this, although Illyrio simply clarified, that Michael was a man not to be taken lightly, and was definitely not to be kept waiting. So, before you had the chance to even speak a word to him, you were certain you did not at all want to upset him and began to gradually walk, as Illyrio continued greeting his guests.

Instantly you felt your body being aggressively pulled, your arm tugged back as Viserys held on, preventing you from walking down the steps to greet Michael. Your eyes were fixated on him, just as his were when he exited the carriage: you felt giddy, yet still most fearful. A part of you wanted him to say no, in that way you’d have your freedom for now, until perhaps Viserys struck up another bargain with a powerful figure. Yet for now, your fate was held in the hands of a complete stranger.

“Do you see his stature and those fellow companions?  Michael Langdon has never been defeated, in anything. He gets what he wants, when he wants. He’s the Antichrist of course, one of the most influential people alive…And you will be his Queen.”

The whisper of his words, left you senseless, paralysed by fear. You were potentially going to wed a monster, or worse you were currently face to face with him. You’d never felt this terrified ever, not even Viserys startled you this much.

“Come forward my dear” Illyrio had shouted, his eyes widening with impatience, as he gestured you to walk…It seemed you had kept them waiting.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, you mind trying hard to comprehend the news that Michael was essentially the son of Satan… How was it even possible? Surely he was just pure evil, worse than Viserys, and you’d believed no one could have ever been more worse than him…

Walking down the final step, coming face to face with Michael: you were much shorter than him. His towering figure overlooking you, every inch of your body exposed for him to see, for him to torment. The dress was no help either… It’s silk fabric was ever so thin, that your nipples were on display for all to see, the breeze hardening them, causing them to look perkier than usual. The fabric tight, hugging your body, just enough to reveal your curves: your eyes still locked on his, watching him examining you, those piercing blue eyes travelling up and down your body. Stepping forward, just inches apart, he began circling you: like a predator hungry for its prey, you felt helpless, before returning to his original position.

Hesitantly, tearing his gaze apart from you, to Illyrio, giving him a swift nod of assurance, did he only then return to seat himself in the carriage. His companions following behind shortly, the horses continued riding on.

Puzzled you were, though a part of you had an inkling, knowing most likely what his decision had been.

“Where is he going?” Viserys shouted, his voice drenched in confusion as he hastily ran to stand beside Illyrio, wanting answers.

“The ceremony is over.”

“Well, he didn’t say anything. Did he like her?”

“Trust me, your Grace, if he didn’t like her, we’d know…”

***

Days had passed since you last saw Michael, since you’d last spent your time as a ‘free’ woman. Today was the wedding…

According to the words of your servants, as news travelled immensely fast, Michael insisted on having the wedding immediately: just as Illyrio said, he wasn’t a man to be kept waiting.

You were assisted in wearing this beautiful, white gown. Similar to the silk one you’d worn to your first meeting with Michael, one he had also gifted and insisted that you wear. Perhaps for sentimental value, you’d hope, searching for a bit of good in him, knowing well it probably wasn’t a natural occurrence of his.

Now you sat beside him, ever so still, ever so silently. Not much to your surprise, he looked as handsome as ever. Wearing a similar velvet suit, more maroon than before, with a long black coat, and red leather clothes, you both contrasted with the other yet still looked as though you both synchronised with one another. His hair still looked just as luscious the first time, he looked impeccable.

The ceremony was unique, held outdoors, in a private venue, overlooking the sea, with many esteemed guests that had been invited, all that you had not known. Many wore silver masks, or masquerades that completely hid their identities: perhaps it was the way of the Cooperative. All of whom were in debt to Michael. Yet it frightened you still.

The giving and receiving of gifts had began, as you sat beside your husband. Still the both of you hadn’t said a word to one another: Michael having many times tried to spark a conversation though was always interrupted by his guests coming to congratulate their ‘Lord’ on the marriage. And now, you felt at any moment, he try again, although you’ been to distracted by the most unusual, most shocking of gifts. One of the gifts you’d been most intrigued about, one that you felt ignited a feeling within you that you’d never felt before, the moment they had been laid in front of you…Dragon eggs, three of them in fact, just like the sigil of your house. Gifted by Michael himself, “from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai…frozen in time.” Lifting one up, holding it in your bare hands, you felt empowered, like you never had before.

“My gift to you.”

“Th-Thank you” You stuttered, still staring at the egg grasped in your hand, observing its every fine detail.

Although, soon following them, laid before you two, the hissing sounds of a pit of snakes had startled your attention. Lowering the egg, returning it to its casket, looking over towards the snakes in complete fright, it was perhaps the most bizarre of all the gifts, yet you knew precisely of its significance to Michael. Despite not having had a proper, consistent education, having been on the run for so long, you were familiar with the traditions of the gods. Sneakily diverting your attention unto Michael, you’d noticed a small smirk growing on his face. Almost, as though it had been instinctively, as though he felt your eyes on him, he turned towards you, shooting you a heartfelt smile, that you immediately thought was a simple act of deceit. Immediately you’d pretended you hadn’t even seen him at all, and looked onwards towards the crowd of guests, dining, dancing and chattering away. It was your wedding yet a part of you felt like a complete foreigner.

“I’m sorry about before, having left you in the dark, you not knowing what was to come. I was simply just savouring the moment till I foun the best possible moment we could talk...Privately.”

His words interfered with your thoughts and growing concerns, yet he hadn’t startled you as you’d predicted. His tone was sincere, it felt soothing to hear.

“T-That’s alright, I understand, my Lord.”

“Michael, just call me Michael, Y/N. Please, I insist, since we’re bounded together for life and death.”

Nodding to his instruction, you wanted nothing more than to sit in silence, hoping that your shy behaviour would simply do the trick…Wrong.

“You look beautiful, can’t help but feel incredibly lucky” He interrupted, his words triggering you to instantly snap your head in his direction. It definitely wasn’t something you’d been expecting to hear, a compliment escaping his lips…Outrageous you thought, yet optimism ignited within you.

“Th-Thank you, Michael.”

A small smile brewing on your face, wanting to reassure to him that you were most thankful for his kind words, or perhaps for this marriage…You didn’t want to upset him in anyway possible, that may have shown his true colours. This Michael would do for now.

“The ceremony should be coming to an end soon. If you want we could just leave now? Our time perhaps could be spent more wisely, getting to know one another, than with these people.”

Instantly, he stood himself from his seat, his long hair flowing perfectly in time with the breeze. His hand reaching out to you, waiting for you to take it, and without any further hesitation, a part of you agreeing to his words willingly, you took it.

You felt yourself being pulled with ease, as he stood awaiting for you to ensure your dress was perfectly placed, before you looked up at him, nodding to signal that you were prepared.

“Thank you honoured guests, for joining us on this special evening. But I must inform you all that Y/N and I will be leaving now.”

“Hail Satan!” The crowd roared in unison, cheering to their Lord, as you both walked through the crowd, Michael leading the way as his hand continued to hold yours, gripping you tightly, as though to not lose you. You felt completely intimidated, feeling the stares of his followers burning through your skin, despite not actually witnessing their faces, you simply knew.

Finally having reached a breach in the crowd: you noticed Michael standing in front of the black carriage, he’d arrived with initially.

Opening the door, waiting by its side, just as you were about to enter, you felt his hand gripping your arm gently, as though not wanting to cause you pain, though wanting to stop you from entering. Gazing up at him, despite the watchful crowd, you felt the intimacy between you two growing immensely, and a part of you, as though instinct, wanting nothing more than to kiss. Just as though he’d read your thoughts, he began to edge closer to you, feeling his hands grip around your waist, pulling your body closer towards his chest, as your hands gripped his large biceps.

The feeling of his lips crushing down against yours, giving yourself into his affection, most willingly felt right and pure. His lips slightly parting, feeling a small smirk growing on his face as you looked up to find it was indeed a smile, he utters:

“My angel.”

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The Full Montea comments on VMA fashion.

Chi-chi Rodriguez....I mean Cardi B looked great in her first television appearance since giving birth, in a crushed velvet gown and black pixie wig ❤️. Serving you Elizabeth Taylor on the hunt for her 8th husband, realness😍

Nicki Minaj wore a bathing suit.

Non-deserving video vanguard award recipient,Jennifer Lopez looked great per usual, with a blonde middle parted wig & silver gown which looks like something I’ve seen her in at least a 1,000 before 😶

Ivanka Trump....I mean Kylie Jenner served you rich, middle aged white woman realness in this corporate dinner party trench, platinum blonde wig, & surgically matured face👵🏻

Weekend pass around SZA played it safe and went as a 1920’s flapper girl for the festivities. There’s honestly really nothing bad to say about this saucy little number from Rainbows🤷🏾‍♂️

Gossip Girl Star Blake Lively was looking like a plantation owners wife, in this all white blazer/skirt combo. Word on the street says she was one of the worst dressed last night, do you agree?

Iggy Azalea looked like her recent record sales, down and over it all. The outfit is cute but you can tell she didn’t want to be there, because she knew she didn’t belong this year 😔

He always got this same shit on😩. 🗣NEXT‼️

Tiffany Haddish wore something besides that white gown, so I guess we should be grateful 🤷🏾‍♂️. But for the gown to be see thru and breast baring, 🗣WHERE👏🏾 ARE👏🏾THE👏🏾BREAST👏🏾⁉️and why does she have on a scarf? It’s always SOMETHING off with her looks🤦🏾‍♂️. It’s an improvement from other looks, but still....

Testosterone Taylor is dressed to perform on a stage that no one booked her for. This is a great outfit for performing on the stage with tho! Her body is on 20, I like the short hair, it matches her masculine energy, and she has a great persona. But great persona, does not a fashionista make 😌

Rita Ora is flaunting her goods for and to anyone who’s interested. ANYONE.

Something about Pete Davidson Ariana Grandes romance is....uninspiring. Like it’s cute that y’all talking but we kinda don’t care 🤔. And she looks how she always looks, minus the ponytail. I guess her having her hair down was supposed to “WOW” the masses🙄.

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Alexa, play Love is Blind by Eve ft. Faith Evans 🤪🥊

Plastic personality and silicone stuffed socialite @blac chyna took it back to her stripper days in this ratchet ass modern day interpretation of a Josephine Baker ensemble. I’m sorry we just don’t want to see your body🤷🏾‍♂️ THAT PARTICULAR body. And before y’all get to saying “OMG, HE’S BODY SHAMING HER”, it’s not body shaming, if it’s not a real body. BOOM.

Nursery rhymes singers Chloe and Halle wore matching see thru, breast baring gowns while still trying to serve an innocent persona. Nah, I ain’t buying it 🚫. Something in the milk ain’t clean 🧐.

Extra ass couple Gucci Mane & Keyshia Ka'oirshowed up to the award show looking cheap & expensive, simultaneously. Her nude rhinestone bedazzled body suit with pillow stuffing accented cuffs, shedded all over the carpet like a house cat in spring time, while Gucci just pulled a kimono out of Keyshias closet & threw on some black pants & shoes with it 🤷🏾‍♂️

Lead vocalist on most of Jennifer Lopez’s hit recordsAshanti, gave us 2004 Lil Kim, “La Bella Mafia” era realness, in an off-the-shoulder glitter gown. It’s an improvement from how she’s been showing up to award shows and I’m still trying to figure out WHY she keeps showing up at award shows🤷🏾‍♂️

Bisexual lesbian rapper & aspiring pop star Dej Loaflooks like she should’ve stayed tf HOME, looking like DW’s imaginary friend. If you pushed her off a building, she would take flight and glide to safety in this fucked up medieval/Shakespearean jumper. Her lil’ Family Dollar bed-in-a-bag lookin ass better gone with this shit 😂

Live from the town of Bedrock, we have Betty Rubble in an asymmetrical, one sleeve/glove combo with some thick ass white stockings and mother board pumps. This fit is super trash 🤾🏻‍♀️🗑

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Happy birthday!

Author’s note: First of all, I wish happy birthday to the amazing @becaamm and hope you had the best day and that everything you want will come true. Second, this has not been edited by anyone, so there is bound to have a few mistakes and so. Third I hope you like it.

Word count: 2164

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OC, Dean Winchester x OC, Charlie Bradbury x OC, Jody Miills x OC, Castiel x OC (all of them platonic)

Warnings: Idk, mentions of death and fluff, i guess?

I was awoken by loud knocking on my front door. No, not knocking, pounding. Groaning, I cursed the angels who let the person at my door wake me up from my not so peaceful slumber. The pounding got louder as I neared the polished dark oak wood, afraid that whoever was behind it would break it. Leaving the silver pistol in its drawer I stupidly swung the door open and very, very viciously hissed:

"What?!" The two men who were at the door stumbled backwards, but quickly recovered.

"Well, good morning to you too Beca."

"It's three in the morning, Dean, what are you doing on my door?" I asked slowly, still woozy from just waking up and with my appearance I could be mistaken for a homeless person.

"We need your help. "He said pushing through the door, making me stumble, but Sam was quick enough to catch me. Mumbling I shut the door behind me and locked it. "What was that?"

"Oh nothing Dean, I was just commenting on how you decided to just pound on my door at three in the morning whenever you need my help." But he was already in my kitchen, raiding it for a piece of pie he knew that I always kept for these kind of situations. "Why am I even bothering?" Sam just flashed me an apologetic smile. "Let me just grab my first cup of coffee for the day-well night."

"Oh come on sleeping beauty, you've already had your five-hour beauty sleep." I walked to the kitchen and ushered him out of it, threatening to him with a rolling pin if he didn’t leave me alone. Grabbing the steaming cups of coffee I walked to the living room to see Sam looking thought the photos placed on the shelves in between books and Dean lying on the couch with his legs on the white wooden coffee table.

"Okay first off burro*,” I nudged his legs off of the table. ”it's my birthday. That means I can sleep for as long as I want to," placing one of the cups in front of Dean along with a piece of pie on a plate and handing the second one to Sam I plopped down in one of the plush wine red armchairs and turned to stare at Dean, who was gulping down the pie as if he hadn’t seen one in years. "but seeing as you two are here, I guess I gotta scratch that off from my to-do list." I finished and took a sip of the hot coffee.

“Yeah, um, sorry about that.” Sam’s voice startled me and the mug I was holding in my hand slipped from my fingers and I yelped when the burning liquid touched my skin. Jumping up from the seat and Sam cursing, I set the mug on the table and grabbed the paper towels that Sam had grabbed from my kitchen counter and dabbed the wet stains.

“Great, just great.” The skin on my thighs was starting to hurt so I excused myself to the bathroom conjoined to my bedroom to take a cold shower and change my clothes for new clean ones. A few minutes after, I exited the bathroom fully dressed in a red t-shirt, a dark jean jacket and matching dark medium bottom bell jeans along with my brown ankle boots. Putting my brown hair up in a ponytail, I left the bedroom and walked down the hallway leading to the living room. Hearing hushed voices I tried to eaves drop but the voices were too quiet so I gave up and instead walked straight in. Sam and Dean straightened their backs up as soon as they saw me enter the room. A phone clattered to the ground, but Dean was quick enough to pick it up before I could see who he was texting.

“Is everything okay?” Confusion appeared on their faces but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

“Nope. Come on, we got a case to solve.” Dean replied quickly, as if trying to cover something up but I gave it no thought, figuring that he would tell me whatever he was hiding once he was ready. Grabbing my duffel bag and placing it in the trunk of the Impala, right next to theirs, I, with a coffee filled thermos, climbed in the back seat of the sleek black car.

The ride wasn’t long, thirty minutes or so. We didn’t even bother about booking a motel and went straight to the victim’s house to investigate. The brothers were dressed in black suits and they instructed me to look around the outside of the house while they questioned the victim’s family.

“It turns out that the victim’s brother, Jeffrey Sanchez, has been involved into amateur dark magic and so, but other than that nothing’s out of the ordinary.” Sam spoke as soon as I sat down in the Impala. ”But there was no sulfur at key places.”

“Beca, you found anything?”

“There were no signs of forced entry or anything. No sulfur either. And the EMF didn’t catch up on anything. Seems like this one was a blow, boys.”

“It seems so. Anyways, wanna come over? The bunker isn’t too far and plus, you haven’t seen it at all.” Sam was giving me his adorable puppy eyes that it was impossible to say no.

“So whaddaya say?” Dean joined in as well, seeming uninterested but I knew better.

“Okay, fine. Just hurry up, if you don’t want to hear the sound a mating whale makes.” Sam laughed wholeheartedly and Dean let an actual genuine smile grace his lips.

You see, I met them back in the day when I was still starting out as a hunter. I caught word that two other hunters were working my case. Thanking the unsuspecting old lady, who as I observed was obsessed with pink and cats. Strangely, she reminded me of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter. Anyway, the two of them got caught and captured so I, being a nice person, decided to rescue them. Long story short, I rescued them, they owed me their lives and from then on whenever we need the others’ help we just give each other a call.

The car came to a halt in front of an old, underground bunker like door. Sam and I exited the car and grabbed the three bags from the trunk and then proceeded to descend the few steps that led to the entrance of the old bunker while Dean went to park the car into the garage, which they promised to show me later.

“Leave your bag in the bedroom down the hall on the left.” Sam pointed and turned the other way walking towards probably his bedroom, but not before Handing me my own bag. The hallways had an eerie feeling to them, like you were being watched or something. Noticing the door that Sam was talking about, I pushed the door open and was greeted by an empty and cold room. The shelves and drawers were empty and the bed looked like it hadn’t been touched in years, yet there was no dust, showing that it was cleaned recently.

A knock sounded on the door and I turned around to see Sam standing by the door frame. “Come on. I wanna show you something.” His voice was soft, and as he turned around his hair moved gracefully around his face. Shrugging I followed after him down the lonely hallways of the underground bunker.

“So, have you heard of the Men of Letters?” He was still walking forward with long strides, yet I was able to somehow keep up.

“Stories. My papai used to tell me about them as bed time stories. He said that he was once a Man of Letters, but left that behind him once he married ‎mamãe .” A soft smile grew on my lips as I recalled happy memories.

“Aww.” He cooed and winked down at me but I just shoved him away, well, I tried to at least.

“Shut up. What about them tho?”

“Well, for starters, this is their bunker. Everything you see here, it belonged to them. And apparently, we are legacies left by them.” His smile was proud and his eyes sparkled, but it ended all too soon once we stopped in front of two large doors. “Be careful.”

As soon as he opened the door, I was met with darkness. Turning to scowl at him I saw he was gone. Warily I entered the room and as soon as I passed a few steps, the lights turned on and confetti filled the air.

“HAPPY BITHDAY!” A chorus of voices yelled and I screamed in shock but it soon turned to laughter as I noticed the large ‘Happy Birthday Beca’ banner hanging from the ceiling and balloons and streamers decorating the walls and floor. There were two tables filled with food and drinks and chairs all around them.

“What the-“ Not even finishing my sentence I was pulled into a large group hug. Laughter ringed in my ears and clapping could be heard as well. Once the group hug disbanded I could finally see the smile covered faces of my best friends, first was Charlie. She walked up to me with a small paper bag in her hand and leaned to hug me, to which I responded with a hug of my own.

“Happy birthday, sweetie. This is for you.” She said handing me a silver paper bag, its contents a mystery.

“Thank you Charlie.” Her smile was so wide and bright I was wondering how could her cheeks not hurt. Next was Jodie and she set a simple velvet box on the table, right next to Charlie’s.

“Happy birthday, Beca. I give you the best of wishes.” We shared a quick hug and she returned to stand next to Charlie and Sam. After her came Castiel with another small box, wrapped in blue and white wrapping paper.

“I believe the custom is to say Happy Birthday and that I am to give you a gift. Or so Sam told me,” his eyes flickered to Sam, who nodded, for a split second but quickly returned to mine, “so, this is for you Beca.” Smiling I took the gift from his hands and placed it down, right next to Jodie’s.

“Thank you Castiel, I am glad that you remembered.” He smiled a genuine smile and turning around he walked back towards Dean. Seconds after him, Sam approached me with a rectangular black box with a red ribbon tied in a pretty bow with a note attached to it.

“This is from Crowley. He wanted to give this to you himself, but he said he was too busy so he asked me to give it to you.” I nodded with a smile on my face and thanked him, reminding myself to thank Crowley the next time I see him. And last of them all was Dean. He approached me slowly with a sheepish smile on his face.

“This is from us. From me and Sammy. We weren’t sure as to what to give you so we decided on this. I hope you like it. I mean it’s not much but you know, it could be useful so why no-“

“Oh meu Deus, Dean just chill. It’s okay. Don’t worry.” He nodded and he extended his arm warily, his hand formed into a fist.

“Open your hand.” I did as he told me and something cold dropped into my open palm.

“A key?”

“To the bunker.” Quipped Sam from behind one of the tables.” We figured it would be useful. I mean you don’t have to move in, it’s just in case something happens, you know?” Tears formed into my eyes and I could hold them back anymore. So I started crying. Charlie cooed and wrapped her slender arms around me, crushing me into a hug with such force I didn’t know she had. Smiling from ear to ear I pulled back and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you so so much, I don’t even know how to thank you to you all. This,” I gestured to the surprise party that the boys had managed to organize, “this means so much.” Then Charlie pulled my arm and shoved me towards the rest of the small group, laughing.

Soon after, the large room was filled with laughter and joy, sparking a variety of emotions and creating yet another beautiful and vivid moment; a memory that’s hard to be forgotten; a reminder as to why we should be grateful for everything and everyone we have in our lives and never take anyone or anything for granted. Because we never know when we might lose them.

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Oh Shit it's P5 headcanon time

[icyhobi]

YOU ARE AN AMAZING PERSON AND YOU HAVE AMAZING PEOPLE AROUND YOU!! HAVE A GOOD DAY AHEAD AND I HOPE YOU EAT A LOT THAT IS ALL 💓

Thank you so much! And btw everyone, i’ll be answering all the asks i have in my inbox rn, since i don’t wanna let it pile up even more. So beware, this is a long ass post! (and idk if it will show up on mobile properly :(

fullydecaffeinateddinosaur said:AHHHHHH I love Forgotten, I hope you’ll make a part two (but if you don’t that’s okay). DONT LET THE HATERS BRING YOU DOWN!!! You’re an amazing writer.

thank you so much for liking it!

Anonymous said:Don’t stop writing! I think that a non was just jealous and if that persone doesn’t like smut well she don’t have to read them! Don’t let anyone to drag you down because I love your stories! 😘

lool dw, i definately won’t stop writing!

Anonymous said:PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO TO FORGOTTEN 😭😭😭😭

umm, i’m still deciding if i should or not… i just, idk...

Anonymous said:DAMN. FORGOTTEN GOT ME FUCKED UP. YOU ARE DEFINITELY MY FAVORITE WRITER WOW I LOVE YOU♥️

OMG AM I REALLY!??! WOOOW!!! THANK YOU!

Anonymous said:Is forgotten supossed to have a second part? :) Sorry if my english is bad

no, don’t be sorry your english is perfectly fine! and im still thinking about it!

Anonymous said:Omg forgotten was soooooooo good!!! Please do another part!!

thanks! and maybe ;)

Anonymous said:Forgotten made me shed actual tears 😭 are you going to be continuing it?

did it really? was it too harsh? and im still not too sure if i will

Anonymous said:will their be a forgotten pt 2?

who knows…

Anonymous said:Guuuuurrrrl i read your fic (forgotten) and i looooved it soooo much that i wanted to re-read it (its that a word? Sorry spanish speaker here hahah) but i couldn’t remember your nameee and i spend the entire day looking for you (cause i only rememberd the “mochi” part) and i finally fouuuuuuund youuu!!!!!! So pleeeeease keep it up with the good work! Please make chapter 2! Loveeeee yaa! Saludos desde el fin del mundo!

yaaay you found me!!!

Anonymous said:I LOVE FORGOTTEN AHHHHHHHHHHH ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

THANK YOU!!!!!!

Anonymous said:I need part 2 of forgotten now because like I’m crying and omg the feels

Anonymous said:I was wondering if you’re ever going to continue forgotten! The ending was such a twist and I cried while reading it LMAO i think it would make a good full fanfic!! Pls at least make a part 2 I’m dying RN

Anonymous said:will there be a pt2 of forgotten? 

Anonymous said:Wow forgotten got me fucked up!! I loved it I loved it I loved it!!!!! Do you think there’ll be a part two for this or is it the only one?

Anonymous said:MOCHIIII I love you and your an amazing writer but Forgotten gave me da feels man!!!!!! I finally found someone I hate (Tae’s cheater of a wifu) XD. Is there anyway you might continue the story though with a happy (revenge on the witch as well 😈) ending????? 

Anonymous said:Holy moly forgotten is so good!!! I hope you do a part two❤️❤️❤️

Anonymous said:BUT UR GOING TO MAKE A PART 2 TO FORGOTTEN RIGHT?!!!!!

Anonymous said:Part 2 of forgotten plz omg I loved it it was so good💙💙

Anonymous said:omggggg your Taehyung uni story defos needs a part 2!! i loved it!!

figureinglifeout said:Omg pls tell me forgotten has a sequel. Tae can’t do OC dirty like that

fairyrink said:I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY TAE IS ENGAGED TO THAT GIRL BUT UM I NEED EXPLANATIONS SO I NEED TO KNOW IF YOURE DOING A PART 2 OF FORGOTTEN PLEASE!!! 😭😭❤️❤️

Anonymous said:Will there be part 2 of Forgotten? I really hope there will be more it can’t end like that! That bish can’t win!

Anonymous said:OMG!! I really liked Forgotten a lot even if it did break my heart at the end :’( Are you thinking of making a part two or something like that cause that was really good and I just want Taehyung x reader to be together even though that’s unlikely 💔😅

Anonymous said:Is Forgotten going to be a series?

Anonymous said:Ah also forgot to ask: is Forgotten a one shot? - moose anon

Anonymous said:I’m sorry but Forgotten has me yelling WTF. Like, I knew something like that would happen, BUT I STILL WASNT READY. UGH MY HEART. FUDGE MUFFINS. - moose anon

xsnapplex said:Mochi!! I really hope you make Forgotten a series, because classic you out a cliff hanger in it… T-T I almost lost my mind at the end. But it was sooooo goood

ahh okay, so i decided to answer these asks all together since they are basically asking the same thing. first of all, THANK  YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING IT!!! xoxo im like so happy you guys enjoyed it! and to answer your questions, im still not to sure if there will be a second part unfortunately… we’ll just have to see!

Anonymous said:Lol I think you made me a sucker for hybrid ffs 😂 but i love “take it like a puppy” so much. ❤️😊😘😍

aww thank you! lmao i really like hybrid aus too!

Anonymous said:😭😭😭😭 I wasn’t ready for it. I’m a crying mess now after forgotten it was soooo good. If it’s a oneshot it’s beautiful and really sad but if there’s gonna be another part… *fingers crossed*

thank you sooo much!! and nooo dont cry!!

sanha-ii said:Okay right, the story Forgotten got me tense as! The cliffhanger at the end is actually making me shriek due to the amount of theories I’m getting, will there be a part 2 by any chance or is this a story where you let the readers suffer forever😂😂

ikr? it was such a twist lol. and idk, maybe i’ll just be mean and let you guys suffer…. *insert even laugh*

Anonymous said:WTF TAEHYUNG AND SEULGI ENDED UP TOGETHER?????? AND TAEHYUNG DOESNT REMEMBER THE READER??????

IKR RIGHT!?!??! LIKE WHAAAATTTT????

zara-zaza said:Forgotten was so good!!! But if it was me I would have slaped the shit out of Seulgi the second time I saw her 😂😂 but just a question does Tae really don’t remember her or was he just mad at her?

loool it was so shocking thoo. and well…. i cant say… ;)

Anonymous said:Ahhhh I’m so freaking hooked on “Forgotten”!!! Ugh I kinda wish that the reader moved on from Taehyung but it soooo good either way! I love the way you write and I can’t wait to see what happens next ♡♡♡♡♡

ikr poor reader! :( And thank you for liking it!

Anonymous said:Oh my god! A second part in forgotten, please! Y/N deserves to be happy and Seulgi SHOULD DIE! I’m sorry, I’m just being really over dramatic 

But is Seulgi really the bad guy here? I mean maybe was hurt because Y/n left… but Seulgi clearly leave him tho… ;)

Anonymous said:PLEASE DO A TEASE PT 3 I WILL SELL MY SOUL FOR IT HAVSHBAHAHSH U WRITE SO GOOD IM STUCK IN THE REALM OF UR GOOD FICS

lool thank you! and im sorry bby, but tease was only meant to be a two-shot :(

Anonymous said:uM, eXCusE U?! How dare you write something as good as forgotten and LEAVE US ON A CLIFFHANGER LIKE THAT?! iT’S LIKE pURusaSION BTS style!!!!!

loool my style is usually ending things off on cliffhangers!!! 

Anonymous said:Please do another part of tease I can’t take the ending please my love

srry bby, but i won’t :/

Anonymous said:i just finished reading the taehyung x reader, forgotten and im crying at how you ended it. you’re a great writer, bless you.

loool it was so mean right??? BUT THANK YOU!!! xoxo :”)

Anonymous said:omg Forgotten was sooo good and sad it legit brought me to tears 😭❤️ and the plot twist at the end got me so fucked up I was expecting a happy ending :’D

aww sorry bby!! i didn’t mean to make you cry

Anonymous said:WTF WRITER NIM YOU MADE ME CRY IM CRYING WHY DID YOU HURT ME WITH THAT ENDING HOW COULD YOU?! IM JUST GONNA GO CRY NOW AND I HOPE SEULGI DIES AND ROTS!¡ I’m in pain, you better fix this 😭 - Psychotic Jungkook stan anon

ohhhh are you threatening me???? LOOOOL im so cruel, right???

Anonymous said:OMG how… how could you end Forgotten just like that pls have mercy on yn …. i can’t believe you …. oh god

hmmm we’ll see… ;)

Anonymous said:Fanfic request: Could you write a fanfic about Min Yoongi (x Reader) where he was a mass murderer or gang leader/criminal that fell in love with you on a job of his. (Something like that at least. I don’t really know. But I thought that we should start recommending stuff that wasn’t just the mankae line lol)

thank you for requesting! but unfortunately i not taking in requests since i have too much stories to work on atm! srry again!

Anonymous said:Forgotten.. I’m literally about to die now.😫😭 WHYYYYYYYYYY!?! UGHHHHHH. Getting my heart attacked and stomped on was not how I wanted to end my night.😭😫😂 Anyways, it’s beautifully written! I love your fanfics (even if they do bring my heart an enormous amount of pain)!💕😘

aww im so sorry! i didnt mean to hurt your guys! i just wanted to write something very angsty!! but thank you so much for reading it!

Anonymous said:There is a part of me that wants to kiss you but another part of me that wants to ask you ‘why?’ Also why does everyone use Selugi as 'that girl’ in fanfics? I like I am getting into R.V and I am starting to like her. ~Edgy ❤❤ (Kiss part spoke louder that was amazing also I am a sucker for angst it fuels my soul. Love u)

loool aww edgy, your soo funny!

Anyways, this took a long time to answer, but thank you eveyone who sent me an ask! i seriously love you guys!!!

[ham-lin-ton]

Post hamilton feelings

okay so i just got back from NY today and hamilton was AMAZING! ngl i was a little afraid it wouldn’t live up to the hype, but the hype is Real y’all!! my full hamilton #Review is below and feel free to shoot an ask or a msg if you have questions or just wanna Yell with me about it, i still have a lot of feelings and Opinions. and besides for hamilton, NY in general was ofc amazing! it’s so big and loud and bright and beautiful!! the buildings were so cool looking i felt like such a tourist taking pics of all the buildings and shit but i couldn’t help it, i loved the #Aesthetic so much. i had so much good food and cocktails! we toured the morgan museum and library and it was so cool to see all these old documents and abstract art. the strand was so cool, i bought a second hand vintage aesop's fables book and a cool hamilton themed canvas bag, i honestly could have spent all my money there. we p much walked from midtown (our hotel was in hells kitchen) to lower manhattan (west village) all day on the 31st and the rooftop party on new years eve was so cool! the empire state building was all lit up and was right there. if you got my snapchat you probs saw the pics and the following drunk snaps... there was an open bar, so i had a good time lmaoo

okay first of the theatre is beautiful, and i had front mezzanine seats so i was on the 2nd level. my view was great, i could see everyone clearly and i only had to lean forward a little bit because of the dude in front of me and his fat head.

okay im gonna get my criticisms out of the way first so i can get back to gushing. now some parts i wasn’t quite sold on was thayne jasperson as laurens/philip and seth stewart as lafayette/jefferson.

now i’ll be honest i love jordan fisher okay so im maybe a bit biased here lmao. he’s a babe and i love his voice so much (if you haven’t heard lin and jordan fisher doing your welcome, 10/10 would recommend), so when i saw that jordan wasn’t playing my boi john laurens that night i was disappointed, ngl. i really wanted to like thayne, i really did. but. he just.... did Not do it for me. his voice is very...young and boyish sounding. higher pitched and almost squeaky in parts. it suited him well as philip when he’s playing a child but as john laurens?.....ehhhhh. he just could not sing out those smooth crooner melodies like anthony ramos and i kinda felt like he trying too hard to sound like anthony. also thayne is....very white. and tbh the line “but we’ll never be truly free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me... wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion” just did not have the same bite coming from a little white boy.

as for seth stewart.... his lafayette was a bit forced. the accent was kinda jarring and distracting. during my shot he was really rushing it. i felt like he was trying to take it too fast and bust out those guns n ships level raps right away. when the whole point is that lafayette is unsure with english at first so he’s a bit slower and more hesitant but then by guns and ships he busts out with that IMTAKINGTHISHORSEBYTHEREINSMAKINGREDCOATSREDDERWITHBLOODSTAINS! and you’re like whooooooa! character development!!! and that did not quite happen. i was impressed that seth actually managed to pull of those guns n ships raps really well tho. so his lafayette didn’t quite do it for me, but his jefferson was amazing! jefferson has moves and swagger lol! you like him but you kinda hate that you sort of like the guy cause he’s an asshole, but he’s also charmed you a bit as well. you’re kinda sitting there like WAIT i don’t wanna like this guy but i sort of do!!

keep in mind that i have no other comparison other than the soundtrack and watching the bootleg a couple times. i was overall impressed at how true to the soundtrack it sounded!! the voices that really stood out to me were javier munoz (hamilton), brandon victor dixon (burr), nicholas christopher (washington), andrew chappelle (he’s a switch for p much all the parts but that night he played herc/madison), and mandy gonzalez (angelica). everyone was amazing but these people just really jumped out at me

javi is really enjoyable as hamilton, like i do enjoy lmm’s voice but let’s face it y’all he’s a rapper and a writer at heart, he doesn’t have those traditional broadway pipes. he still moves you and hits you right in the gut with his voice, but it is unique and distinctive, especially on broadway. so hearing javi, a objectively better singer, do hamilton was very refreshing and enjoyable. he also brings so much passion and intensity to the role and almost like a mischievous? quality as well.

dixon as burr was also very good... the burr songs (wait for it and room where it happens) were def like the highlights of the show. dixon kind of has more of a rapper quality to his voice than leslie odom jrs’ burr, who has that velvet and smoke jazz singer kind of voice. wait for it utterly took my breath away. he starts off so calm and controlled and by the crescendo he is passionate and intense, enraged even. it’s the most worked up you see burr and it’s amazing to see him go from 100 to 0 and bring it all back down to the burr like calm and control that we see all the time with him.... dixons voice was so strong and intense and when it ends and he’s standing there in darkness with just the lone light shining on him and quietly whispers “....wait for it”... ahhhh! one of my fave burr moments was how during aaron burr, sir at the line “you wanna get ahead?” burr grabs hams plain brown jacket he’s wearing at the time and like gestures and looks at it like really? you expect to get ahead looking like THIS

nicholas christopher had such a stage presence! and it’s amusing to notice that he is literally the only person in the show who can seem to say no to Ham outright. i also loved his Look, hes bald and has a big beard and when he comes out in right hand man banishing the sword it looked so badass. one last time was so intense and i was impressed that nicholas christopher managed to pull of those chris jackson runs, he sounded almost exactly like chris jackson on the soundtrack

andrew chappelle is also one of my faves, his hercules was amazing and he pulled of the swagger and presence really well but he really shone as madison. he adds so much sass and exasperation to madison, especially when it comes to jefferson. you really get the sense of him just humoring jefferson

now someone who REALLY blew the roof of the place with their voice alone was mandy gonzalez. she also played Nina in In the heights, and now she plays angelica. satisfied was one of the best parts and her voice just filled the whole theatre til it was bursting!! and the choreography and use of the turntables during satisfied was impressive, they literally rewind everything to how the scene is set during helpless when angelica, eliza, and ham meet.

speaking of hamilton and eliza omg, they were so cute??? like they’re so sweet with each other and are almost always constantly touching hands or touching in some way when near each other, which makes it that much more sad later when during non stop he tears his hands away from eliza (and angelica too) and during quiet uptown when hamilton tries to hold elizas hand and she jerks her hand away from his. another thing about quiet uptown was that when eliza decides to forgive him, hamilton is pretty much breaking down. like his shoulders are shaking and he’s openly crying and eliza is standing there impassively coldly ignoring him until she holds his hand and they turn to each other.

rory o’malley is delightful as king george, he is so petulant and ridiculous that you can’t help but laugh he had the whole theatre cracking up.

alysha deslorieux and peggy/maria was amazing! she has the same smooth low quality to it that jasmine has and say no to this was actually quite sexy. the soundtrack does not do it justice. hamilton and maria kiss pretty deeply with a lot of heat for like 10 seconds and during that part where hamilton is practically moaning “yes! yes! yes!” yea maria is essentially giving him a lapdance at that part, it was a very sensual scene.

parts i cried/teared up during (yes i am weak and emo okay)

-helpless

-satisfied

-wait for it

-that would be enough

-dear theodosia

-the laurens interlude

-one last time

-hurricane

-burn

-it’s quiet uptown

-best of wives and best of women

-who lives who dies who tells your story