#i had just learned the silly little hot to go dance

[oxymoronicdumbass]

Can we go back to early 2024, please? I miss the brat summer pre Chappell Roan hate train Dead Boy Detectives cancelation obliviousness 2024

[loulovingho]

Bucktommy all dressed up and dancing together

oh you gave me the perfect excuse to write buck and tommy dancing to the song I put on repeat and imagine them having played at their wedding. If you'd like to listen before, after, or while reading, here you go.

“You look fancy!” Buck noted with a smile as he walked into their new place. “Got a hot date I don't know about?”

Tommy was dressed to the nines. A black and white tux with a bowtie, hair perfectly coiffed. It was a bit confusing, seeing as they had planned to order tacos and spend the evening putting furniture together once Buck got off work.

“Something like that,” Tommy replied slyly. “Go get changed. I've got your tux on the bed.”

Buck tilted his head, confused. “Where are we going?”

“Who said we were going anywhere?”

“Tommy, I- I don't get it.”

“Humor me, Buckley.”

“Oh, we're whipping out the last name, are we?” Buck asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he headed for the bedroom. “Okay, Kinard, I'll play along with your silly little games.”

Buck went into their room and got changed, put on his dress shoes and fixed his hair as well. He had no idea what was going on, but he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach. Tommy had a way of making Buck feel like he was the only person in the world. And even though he didn't know what was about to happen, he had a feeling this was one of those times.

He came back into the living room to dimmed lights, candles lit, and Tommy holding a bouquet of red roses.

Now Buck felt a little worried. His eyes widened. “Did I forget an anniversary? Oh my God, Tommy, I-”

Tommy moved in closer, cutting off his worries with a kiss, two fingers under the chin as per usual.

“You did not forget an anniversary,” he whispered against Buck's lips before pulling back from him and handing over the flowers. “I just wanted to surprise you.”

“Well,” Buck smelled the flowers, “you succeeded.”

Tommy shrugged. “You're always surprising me, keeping me on my toes, figured I should return the favor sometime.”

“Oh please, you surprise me every day. I'm always learning something new about you.”

Tommy held out his hand for Buck to take, and Buck glanced between him and the flowers. “Shouldn't I put these in a vase?”

“We will in a minute,” he nodded toward the table near them, hand still outstretched. “Lay them there for now.”

Buck gently set them down, then placed his hand in Tommy's. He let Tommy lead them to the center of the living room, where he then stopped.

“What're we doing?” Buck asked, utterly confused.

Tommy pulled their stereo remote out of his pants pocket, pressed a button, then stuffed it back into his pocket. He kept his hold on Buck's hand, but took a couple steps back, asking, “May I have this dance?”

The music began and, although he felt like he had just arrived on a new planet and skipped the tour, Buck said, “Of course.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong,

From this moment on

“You look beautiful tonight.” Tommy spoke softly, bringing Buck close to him. They each had an arm wrapped around the other's waist, their other hands still intertwined as they began to dance.

“Thank you. My boyfriend picked my outfit for me.”

“Oh he did, did he?”

“Mhm.”

“He's got good taste.”

Buck swore Tommy's eyes twinkled as they stared at one another. The whole world could have imploded in that moment and Buck would have been none the wiser.

“Hell yeah he does. You should, uh, should see how good he looks though. Smokin' hot.”

From this moment, I have been blessed

I live only for your happiness

And for your love, I'd give my last breath

From this moment on

“Not that I'm complaining but, um, what's all this for?” Buck asked.

Tommy let out a sigh. “I was thinking about how we never got to dance at Maddie's wedding, and that's a damn shame. I was looking forward to it.”

Buck couldn't help but laugh. “That was six months ago, Tommy!”

“Six months too long.”

I give my hand to you with all my heart

I can't wait to live my life with you, I can't wait to start

You and I will never be apart

My dreams came true because of you

Sometimes, Buck felt like he was dreaming. That Tommy was a figment of his imagination. Someone he created to make himself feel complete.

And maybe another person couldn't actually complete you, but Tommy came pretty damn close.

Buck moved his arms to drape over Tommy's shoulders, hands cradling at the nape of his neck. Tommy used the change as an opportunity to bring them even closer, his arms around Buck's waist, hands settled at the bottom of his back.

“I love this song,” Buck said, resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. “Reminds me of when I was little, hearing it on the radio.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing, I wouldn't give

From this moment on

“Anything Shania is a favorite of mine, but you know that already.”

Buck smiled, humming as he turned his head to nuzzle into Tommy's neck. “Walking in on you dancing to Any Man of Mine in your underwear? I'll never forget that one.”

Tommy snorted. “It's a wonder you didn't leave me right then and there.”

“It's a wonder I didn't propose right then and there.” When Buck realized what he said, his body stiffened. He went to pull back, to ask if that was too much, but Tommy kept him close.

“I would've said yes.”

The words were spoken barely above a whisper. Buck almost missed it completely. But he didn't. He heard Tommy and it made his heart skip a beat. He melted into him further.

Oh, you're the reason I believe in love

And you're the answer to my prayers from up above

All we need is just the two of us

My dreams came true because of you

Technically, they weren't dancing anymore. Instead swaying gently as they held each other up.

Buck lifted his head slightly, just enough to look into Tommy's eyes. “Did we just sort of propose to each other?”

Tommy smiled, his nose scrunching up in the way Buck loved so much. “I don't know. A little bit, I think. A promise, maybe?”

Buck nodded, laid his head back down. “I like that.”

From this moment, as long as I live

I will love you, I promise you this

There is nothing I wouldn't give

From this moment, I will love you

As long as I live, from this moment on

Buck made no effort to release himself from Tommy's grasp as the song ended. He closed his eyes, now wet with tears as he became overwhelmed by the amount of love he felt. “Can we play it again?” he muttered out, willing his voice not to break.

Tommy moved just enough to hit replay on the remote and press a lingering kiss to Buck's forehead. “As many times as you want.”

From this moment, life has begun

From this moment, you are the one

Right beside you is where I belong

From this moment on...

[solarwynd]

I doubt it will happen, but I wish Jin would try something a little more dark and mature, you know? For all that I didn't really ended up liking the songs that much I at least appreciate JITB for basically saying "I'm not just a fun, sunshine guy" and showing a different side of Hobi instead. And he went back to lighter songs that were more his usual style after with HOTS but that's fine because he had already done what he needed to do with JITB. It's what Jimin also did with FACE and MUSE. He needed to get those darker thoughts and feelings out of the way before he could do something happier. He couldn't do SGMB without doing Face-off first.

The differences between FACE and MUSE are so interesting, actually. The circus music in Showtime (which was used as an intro to SGMB in the music video) is supposed to sound genuinely fun because SGMB is a genuinely happy song. But the circus music in the intro of Face-off sound kinda off and creepy because Face-off is very much not a happy song and using that circus music is basically Jimin calling himself a clown and a fool for trusting others. Then you have the kids singing in CTT (and the kids dancing in SGMB) which is supposed to be nice and sweet. But in Alone, the one line where Jimin tries to be hopeful in what is otherwise a very hopeless song, the "It's gonna be all right" line is immediately followed by what sounds like kids singing "Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie" like they are mocking him for thinking things could get better. It's all such an interesting contrast. And I really do think Jimin needed to make FACE before he could make MUSE. Because when he explained the overall narrative of FACE he talked about how the events of Face-off made him skeptical of human relationships and made him think that he didn't need other people. So he needed to go through the events of FACE, to go from Face-off to Set Me Free Pt.2, to free himself from the past so he could heal from his previous bad experiences. Only then could he get to MUSE where he has learned to trust people again and now wants to be in a relationship with someone.

Sorry, I got sidetracked talking about Jimin (average Jimin lover behavior). But back to Jin. I know he has this persona of a silly, funny guy but I think he could try to break away from that for a moment and show he is more than that, just like Hobi did. But with how quickly this album seemed to be made (he said he finish recording in beginning of July and the masters and mixes were done by August) I don't think there will be a lot of depth here. I mean, pre-made songs, songs that probably weren't even made for him, can only be so personal. If you really want to share your own experiences in a more raw and honest way you're gonna have to write the songs yourself. Which no one in the vocal line seems interested in doing. And isn't that something? That Jimin was the only one to write his own album (two albums!) even though he was the one armys least expected to do that. Really goes to show armys don't know the members as much as they like to think they do. Which is another reason I wish the other vocal line members had made honest and personal music, so they could break away from the simple stereotypes they had in the group and show who they really are. But instead they just leaned into those stereotypes more.

To me it seems like the vocal line just released albums because that's what they were expected to do, not because they genuinely had something to say. Taehyung comes across to me as the type of person that likes the idea of things but never fully considers those things in depth. He liked the idea of making a mixtape, which is why he kept talking about it, but then he realized that's actually hard to make, which is why he kept making songs and deleting them and in the end gave up and let other people make the songs for him. And now he even says singing a whole song by himself is to hard and it's easier to just be in the group. Then you have Jungkook who seemed perfectly fine with not doing anything in the beginning of 2023 until Scooter Braun gave him Seven and convinced him to make an album by telling him he would make him a big popstar, which Jungkook himself said is his biggest goal. And while I could still be wrong about Jin, him finishing an album that fast makes it seemed like he knew he had to release an album, he couldn't be the only one not to, he knew everyone was expecting it, so he got pre-made songs and recorded them as fast as possible just so he could get it out of the way in 2024 and leave 2025 to the group.

And in contrast to those three you have Jimin, who started working on his album in the beginning of 2022, before the hiatus was even annouced. And he didn't make just one album and said to himself "Job done, I don't need to do anything else", no, he went and made a second album too. It's clear this wasn't just something he did out of obligation, he genuinely wanted to do this because he had something he wanted to say. Remember how he said he initially intended his first album to be more about his idol persona like Filter was? But when he started making the album it soon turned into something way more personal and raw, something that showed the real him in a way we never got to see before in the group. And it's not just that he wanted to get things off his chest, he also genuinely likes making music. The producers said that initially they came in with some demos to show Jimin but that those demos quickly were forgotten when he started giving a bunch of ideas (like him playing that keyboard which started the creation of Face-off) and humming melodies that were to good to pass up. So they threw those demos away and started making all the songs from scratch. Jimin doesn't need to be given pre-made songs because he not only has the interest, but also has the talent to make his own songs.

.🎯

[fourmoony]

I had an idea that is a little specific and it's okay if you don't want to write it. English is not my first language and I come from a big family that likes to talk loudly/likes to party, but I am introverted. I imagined what it would be like for the reader to date James and they are going to spend time with her family, and he sees the reader in her comfort zone (speaking in her first language and with her family) and just discussing silly things (like rules of some game) and it's all very loud and funny. He sees how you make people laugh and even though he doesn't understand anything he has a smile on his face and admires you for getting to know this new side of you even though you’ve been dating for a while

I love your writing and your work is amazing ❤️

thank you for requesting lovely! and thank you so much for your kind words <3

james x f!reader | 720 | masterlist

You're in your element, James thinks.

He's seen you at your happiest, sure. He's seen you necking pints with Sirius and discussing books with Remus, he's seen the aftermath of girl's night with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas. He's seen you laugh until your ribs hurt, commandeer your friends into playing your silly drinking games, dancing on tables, singing your heart out. You're a bubbly person, so obviously he's seen a handful of your happiest moments. But James doesn't think he's ever seen you in your element, at your most comfortable, your safest.

There's no hesitation in the way you speak to the group of your family members who are placed haphazardly around your mother's small kitchen. Even though he doesn't understand a lot of what you're saying, James can tell there's humour and wit, love and chagrin, and a little bit of sass to whatever it is you're saying. The conversation is moving too fast for him to pick up anything, because he's been learning small phrases here and there - it's important to him, and it makes you go all soft and gooey when he surprises you with a new phrase or loving comment. You're standing in the middle of the room, pointing at an older cousin of yours, an accusing look in your eye, but you're trying not to laugh.

It doesn't help that there seems to be eight other conversations happening at once, and James wonders how on earth your family ever get anything accomplished. You've been trying to organise a game of drunk UNO for the last fifteen minutes, but from what James has picked up on, no one can agree on house rules or game rules.

Your mother seems to be talking at you, fast and filled with love and humour and you're listening, but you're still talking at your older cousin, pointing at various people as you go, none of whom are listening, but are involved in their own, loud conversations.

If you weren't in the centre of all this, James would feel overwhelmed. Your family is loud and big and they don't seem to know what inside voices are. But it makes the final puzzle piece of you make sense. James understands, now, why you're always so willing to spend time with his overly large friend group, why you never hesitated or got nervous when you met him. You were born into this, and you handle it well.

He thinks you're beautiful every day, but right now you're ethereal. You're happy and comfortable and loud and obnoxious and James is pretty sure he's in love with you. The way you hold yourself, the way your words come from your mouth, fast and practiced and so fucking hot, it's all too much for James. He feels entranced by you, like you're some sort of sorcerer.

You return a few moments later, to his side, a happy smile on your face as everyone also collectively joins the table. James smiles bright when you press your lips to his cheek, rubbing your lipstick with your thumb. For a family who pick up on everything, James is surprised no one comments on your affection.

"Sorry," You murmur as you deal James his hand of UNO cards, "They can be a lot sometimes."

Your aunt - James thinks it's your aunt, anyway - yells at your youngest cousin, pointing here and there but he really cannot make out what he might be getting into trouble for. Eight conversations are happening around James as you deal the rest of the cards, there's people everywhere, but James wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Not at all," He assures you, a gentle hand on your thigh, "Seeing you in your comfort zone, so happy - I think? You were yelling a lot - makes me happy."

You huff a laugh, "He wouldn't admit that he cheats at UNO."

You give a disdainful look to your older cousin, who gives you a finger in return. You share a laugh with him after.

"You cheat at UNO." James reminds you, and while he wasn't aware the entire table was capable of having their own conversations and listening to his at the same time, he shouldn't be surprised.

Everyone erupts into chaos, and James knows he's in for it when he gets home.

[mountainficss]

Idk if you heard or seen the main part of Nobody Knows by Kiss of Life but I can’t stop thinking about Chan or Hoshi finding their non!idol S/O learning the dance for it. It would go from admiring their attempts to immediately wanting to bend them over the nearest surface and no one can tell me otherwise. 🥵

!! mentions of: unprotected sex, public sex

i actually haven’t seen it until i looked it up just now! (sorry anon you probably think i’m so silly for not knowing lmfao i don’t keep up with things like i should </3)

no but i just watched it…that choreo is HOT. goodness gracious. they would go crazy over that i’m sure.

they’d walk into one of their practice rooms and see you there, and upon seeing them you’d excitedly tell them you were practicing something. they’d be quite surprised, but excited to see what you had to show them. you’d show them what you learned and they’d be SPEECHLESS. they’d think you’re the cutest person alive. both of them would be so proud of you for learning something new! but oh would they think some dirty shit…they were already attracted to your body but after seeing you move like that?

i feel like dino would be a flustered little baby. you could definitely tell he was turned on by his flushed cheeks. he’d try to hide it, stuttering out what a great job you did and how proud he was of you. you could still tell he was flustered though <3 he’d do his best to forget about his hard on, but you’d just keep teasing him and you’d end up pressed against the studio mirror while he fucks you from behind ;( he’d get lost in your heat, completely forgetting that you two were in a public place. you’d both leave little smudged handprints on the glass, and afterwards channie would use his shirt to try and wipe off the prints </3

but hoshi…oh lord that boy would be shameless. he’d beam at your cute attempts and give you the sweetest compliments. he’d wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close in a seemingly innocent gesture, pressing little pecks to your cheeks. but then his kisses would travel down further, becoming more needy as he drags his teeth along your neck. he’d tug at your clothes, red marks blooming on your neck from his lips against you. you’d practically yank each others clothes off, scattering them carelessly. he’d fuck you on the floor like an animal in heat, not even caring to go somewhere private. he’d just want you so bad he’d be willing to take you on the hard cold wood </3

[sehodreams]

sex money feelings die - first visit

the start ↬ first visit ↬ second visit

WC: 2.6k

TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

When you arrived to the dressing room your anxiety won over you and you practically inhaled the granola bar Sungchan had gifted you, thanking him in your mind because if you hadn’t tasted something sweet, you would’ve cried right there in front of all the girls that had just arrived.

Anton Lee, Anton Lee, Anton Lee.

Your mind kept repeating his name like a stuck cassette. You knew him, everyone knew him, he was the highest payer and religiously came every Friday. It was impossible to not recognize him in the crowd even between the numerous young guys and expensive suits.

He was one of the few customers the girls actually fought for, leaving big bills and sharing his expensive bottles with the people that kept him company through the whole night.

You’ve danced for him a couple times, and he was completely hot, sometimes leaving you all flustered with how his eyes inspected you when you moved, but you never maintained a decent conversation him, even less accepted one of his drinks, always rejecting him with a smile and calling the other girls with more experience to entertain him, like Shotaro had said to the group, he was important and the place would suffer if he left, because just like a guide, his posh friends would leave with him too, so everyone had to entertain him with the best.

‘’What’s going on in that little head?’’ Sungchan asked behind you, following you to the VIP room Anton booked every time he visited.

‘’Just that I should’ve choose a simpler set today, you know him, he likes the innocent type’’ you sighed. All the girls that spent the night beside him wore soft makeup and light lingerie, while you preferred the smokey look you had learned when you started and bought the darkest tones for your looks. You were wearing your typical black set when you remembered what he liked, but you didn’t feel like changing just for him, your dark image was part of you there, and you wouldn’t leave who you were behind just because he wanted you to be his personal company.

You played with the tie of with your black robe, still feeling a kind of shyness you knew was silly to have at that point, but that was always there, following you every time you stopped being you and became the confident girl collecting man hearts like cards your clients knew.

‘’You look as gorgeous as always, angel’’ Sungchan said trying to calm you down. You were sure he didn’t know what Shotaro had ordered you to do, he’d never smile and let you enter that room otherwise.

You chuckled. ‘’Why do all of you still call me angel?’’, you were curious, months had gone by and they all called you the same nickname, not that you minded, but it seemed to come so easy for them to say that word, and maybe when you were a waitress it made sense, you used to wear the uniform like a good girl, shirt covering you to the neck and light makeup that made you stand out in the dramatic place full of neon lights, loud music and drunk people, but now that you had the aura of belonging there under your heavy makeup and your provocative outfits, you didn’t understand why they continued calling you like that.

‘’Once an angel, always an angel, doesn’t matter how you look now, you’re still the same good girl walking around.’’

Your eyes almost got wet, how could he say that so easily? if only he knew what you were about to do inside that room, you were sure he’d never call you that again.

‘’Thank you Sungchan’’ you said when he opened the door for you, and after walking in and looking back he mouthed a silent I’ll be here to then close it behind you.

Anton was already there, and unlike other days, none of his friends were on his side.

You thanked God, at least he had the decency to do his business in private.

No sound came out of your mouth when you saw him. He was gifting you his typical sweet smile, confident and elegant, his lips pushing a delicate curve on the end of his smile, cat like and a touch mischievous. You couldn’t give him the same smile, and maybe he waited for you to talk first, because when he saw you wouldn’t his smile flattered a little.

‘’Good afternoon’’ he finally said. His voice was soft, sure he never had to be loud before, you thought about it before, how he and his friends had that gentle tone when they asked for things until they got drunk, getting to the conclusion that they never had to demand loudly anything since their wishes were constantly being heard by the people around them, people that served them.

Now you were one of them too and that realization made you uncomfortable.

The warm and mature fragrance of his cologne filled your lung, not helping your nerves calm at all, and when the room started to feel hotter, you opened your robe with the hope of gaining some of the imaginary confidence you always had on stage. Your eyes never left his while you did it, slowly letting it slide under your arms until it fell to your feet, and when you saw his throat gulp and his eyes flutter, you wished you hadn’t wasted your favorite black lacy set with little gold details on him, because he seemed to enjoy it a bit too much.

Shotaro had asked you to wear something more comfortable since you weren’t supposed to dance, so you grabbed the old stilettos you used to wear while serving drinks, and since they were less high than usual you thought it would be less tempting, but the combination of them with your black stocking made your legs look a lot more seductive and less intimidating to him, having the contrary effect without you noticing.

You advanced to him and he uncrossed his legs to welcome you over his lap with much pleasure.

Before going in you had decided you’d give him the most boring and bland sex of his life so he never felt the need to call you alone, and if it was fast, it wouldn’t hurt that much, right? You wanted to end it as fast as you could and go home to shower again, having for complete the night, with the hope of forgetting him, and he forgetting you, for your next shift.

Your hips timidly moved over him and his hands found your waist almost immediately, letting them rest over the naked skin between the pieces of cloth with a lot more confidence than you, watching you move over him with apparent knowledge. To be honest, your experience was completely amateur, having fucked only one guy one time, you tried to think in the many choreographies you had practiced and the numerous adult videos you watched, with the goal of getting him aroused and quickly finishing the job.

‘’So beautiful’’ he appreciated, making you press your nails in your palms. The granola bar you pushed in your throat minutes ago to calm your anxiety started to revolve inside your stomach, making your forehead sweat of nervousness. You should’ve remembered to not eat before that because every time you felt that kind of tension you felt yourself about to puke, but now it was too late, and he could easily see your discomfort all over your face. ‘’Are you okay?’’ he asked preoccupied, hands not pressing as hard as before and stopping you instead.

‘’Yes, sorry, let’s continue’’ you apologized, trying to go back to the activity you had started of moving your hips to lure him.

It didn’t work, soon you really felt yourself about to gag and jumped away from his body to not puke over his designer shirt, sitting next to him in the large velvet couch.

He grabbed one of the water bottles that were neatly arranged over the little table next to him and opened it for you, putting in your hand to then pat your back just like mothers did to their kids.

You drank half the bottle and he laughed.

‘’You’re so funny.’’

Your eyebrows frowned, what did he mean with funny? He was supposed to find you ravaging, fuck you and leave you after getting what he wanted, not to see you as his comedy relief when disgust bashed you. Well, wasn’t that supposed to happen? But he was there, next to you, laughing and patting your back to stop your nauseas.

‘’I didn’t think you would want your company tonight to be funny’’ you said almost angry.

He stopped laughing and, feeling the indignation coming out of your mouth, agreed with you to not offend you anymore.

‘’Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I just wanted to know you better in privacy’’. He seemed to understand you, but how could he? He was the one who put you in that situation, and just as fast as you felt bad for using a rude tone with him, you felt yourself getting heated again.

Suddenly a song started playing and the neon lights reflected lines around you two. They blinded him for a second, not used to them as much as you, while you felt a sense of comfort finally cooling your angriness.

Exhaling a long second your frown fell and, even with the sexy song sounding through the speakers, the provocative energy of the place couldn’t reach you anymore, making the silence between you two too torturous to start again.

‘’My name is Anton, Anton Lee’’ he said, trying to break it.

‘’You know how to call me’’ You never used your real name inside the local, every girl had a stage name that used with the clients and yours had been assigned by Shotaro.

He wanted to call you angel at first, just like everyone did, but you didn’t want to have such a pretty and innocent name when you were about to take your clothes off.

‘’I see’’ he wanted to hear your real name, but he knew you wouldn’t give it to him so easily. The expectations for tonight were more about hearing you talk about what you liked and what you did like you did with your regulars, he had concluded from all your rejections that you would never give him what he wanted just like that, that’s why he got surprised when you walked to him so decided, not that he hadn’t liked to see such a pretty girl open her robe and walk to him with such intense eyes, it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life, but not what he intended for his first night with you. ‘’I think angel fits you more, if you don’t mind me calling you that, I’ve heard how the others do it.’’

Working there you had received all kind of requests from men, to asphyxiate them with your tits, to spit on their faces, one even asked you to kick him in the balls, but somehow, they were a lot easier to answer than this one.

To accept or not, you didn’t know what to do. It was just a nickname, not even your real name, and still fell it too personal to say yes.

‘’It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I would like to hear your thoughts about it at least, I really want to know you better.’’

‘’I don’t get it, what do you mean with know me better?’’ He smiled, happy to finally hear you talking with him without being angry or cutting.

‘’I’ve heard you talking with your regulars, and it seemed like you have many things to say.’’

You frowned. ‘’Do you mean how I talk with them about what food and music I like?’’

‘’Yes, exactly that, I just want to hear about you, what you like, what you hate, what you care about, what you don’t care about, anything.’’

‘’That’s really vague, I don’t know what about me could be interesting to you.’’

His eyes searched around the room trying to find anything to talk about without you sounding desperate to escape from.

‘’Maybe, if you don’t mind me asking, why were you about to throw up over me?’’

You glared at him, ‘’I do mind, no thank you.’’

Baffled with your answer but still amused he shook his head with a smile, ‘’I see, well, thank you for telling me.’’

For the first time since you entered that room, you laughed and felt relaxed beside him.

You didn’t mean to, but even you found funny how he accepted everything you said when it was supposed to be the other way around, you should be the one saying yes to everything he said, but here you were, bitterness filling your mouth with every sentence that came out of it, and his answering with honeyed words.

The way your eyes closed, and your lips pressed to not show your teeth was the most adorable thing he had seen from you directed to him. He had always been envious of your regular clients and how they always got to see you giving them your attention while dancing for them.

He hated to go out of the VIP room, the place reeked like cheap perfume and national cigarettes, odors he wasn’t used to in his little perfect world, and you preferred that space to the room full of bottles that costed more taxes than the whole drink menu. How did he end in that place? Even he can’t remember it exactly, he just recalls one of his friends telling him he had found really pretty girls coming here, and even if the clients weren’t as exclusive as him, your coworkers were all gorgeous enough to work in any other place they wanted, except that, just like he had discovered not long ago, not many places offered as much security like this one.

He had seen other clubs a lot more upscaled than this corner, but none of them watched their girls as much as this place, and most of them were brothels too, so he kind of guessed why all those pretty girls, including you, preferred this place to those snob clubs.

With his happy grin he exhaled after making you laugh, proud of himself.

The pleasant harmony didn’t last long, soon one of the security guys that always followed you opened the door, interrupting the moment that had just started to become enjoyable for you too.

‘’Time’s up’’ Sungchan said with the serious and strong face he showed to all the clients, so they didn’t mess with him.

The neon lights were replaced by the yellowish warm one of the chandelier above you two, music over thanks to the button outside he pressed when the time finished, to signal that you had to leave for your next client or show. He did it so the clients didn’t force you to stay, and you usually followed him immediately, but this time you didn’t know what to say or do, you weren’t sure if to tell him that you hadn’t started yet or how to tell him that Anton had paid for your company the whole night without sounding suspicious.

At the end you didn’t need to.

‘’Time’s up’’ Anton repeated.

‘’But we haven’t…’’ before you continued, he smiled at you and nodded.

‘’Until next time’’

Shotaro gave you that night what you usually did in an entire week.

the start ↬ first visit ↬ second visit

[leiflitter]

hey i need ur felix and oliver and cattonquick headcanon s RIGHT NOW… ❤️

Well uh uh uh there's 200k+ words on ao3 which contains some of this but... under the cut because it's vaguely nsfw in places, keeping this as like... Oxford Ladz.

Felix is shit in bed unless you turn it into a challenge/game, and even then he's lazy as fuck so good luck. Most girls don't care because shagging Felix is like being chosen by a god. His routine is: snog for a bit, maybe shove his hand down your knickers, then it's the Catton Jackhammer asap until he rolls off you and falls asleep.

Going out with Felix is generally shit. He shags you maybe 4 times, then ghosts you and you find out he's moved on by seeing him fingering another girl outside of a club at 2am. He might buy you something, but the most expensive gift he'll get you is most likely some shots or a 3am kebab.

Oliver? Good in bed because he is An Observer and will see what works then Do That Until You Die. However, he only really sleeps with girls to help Felix out (he gets the friend, Felix gets the hot girl). He mostly thinks of Felix when he does this, but tells himself it's in a lie back and think of england way. He also tends to stick to hands/mouth stuff, because otherwise it's "why aren't you hard" and he panics.

Oliver is perpetually single, despite Felix's best efforts. Felix does not understand why girls have such bad taste. He insists Ollie is an absolute legend and anyone would be lucky to have him. He also gets oddly grumpy if any girls DO organically hit on Ollie, though.

Felix's short-lived "girlfriends" all think it's a little weird that Felix touches Oliver more than he touches them. Like he won't hold hands in public, but he's got his arm around Oliver all the time? Weird. If you're dancing with Felix and go to get a drink, most of the time he'll be dancing with Oliver once you're back and it is hard to get his attention back.

Felix gives me vague adhd vibes, maybe dyslexia, but he was born in the 80s and he's rich af, so it's never really mattered because he never has to try.

Big Oliver Autism vibes, the man is MASKING but again... circumstances mean he's just brute forcing things.

Felix has been made to play Team Sports but doesn't like them unless it's for silly reasons.

Oliver likes exercising, but mostly goes to the gym to be in a weird little physical activity enduced void.

Felix has honestly been bi as fuck forever, but never really considered why he was down to let lads in his dorm snog him back in boarding school because it was just kinda the done thing. Haha, just hormones, amiright?

Both of them feel vaguely destined to become their fathers and do not want to do that.

Felix had very weird feelings for Damon Albarn as a teen but again. Never thought about it too hard, he's just a pretty man, bloody hormones again!

Oliver cannot drive. He refuses to drive. He has his provisional licence for ID and that's IT.

Felix is often trying to annoy Oliver because any attention is good attention. Oliver just wants to revise, Felix, please stop drawing dicks on his notebook.

Felix absolutely is going full hair-twirly, eyelid-fluttery, dreamboy bimbo at Oliver constantly. Oliver does not pick up on this, but Farleigh does and is honestly a little disgusted.

Speaking of- Farleigh is primarily concerned that he pegged Oliver for an absolute capital-L Loser on day ONE and now his stupid cousin is basically throwing himself at Oliver. Farleigh has theories, including maybe hypnosis or Felix having some sort of brain injury from Team Sports.

Oliver was absolutely bullied in school, but not extremely, because he learned to make himself invisible. Head down, keep going, don't react.

Oliver didn't really GET music until Felix showed him stuff that wasn't just radio pop music. Unfortunately, this was after Oliver spent way too long trying to understand why Steps were so popular.

Oliver's initial haircut is based off of Zac Efron's in High School Musical. He has never seen HSM, but something about Zac Efron made him feel weird, and it just sort of... happened. He has a type, and it's Jawline and Eyebrows.

Felix's first thought upon getting close enough for Oliver to do the Big Blue Eyes Look Up At Him was "oh no," followed by just question marks and bike panic. And also, bi panic.

Farleigh complained to Felix a lot about Oliver but never used his name. It was just "the fucking nerd in my tutorial group".

Oliver honestly didn't connect Farleigh and Felix as cousins, because he was mostly too busy trying not to be painfully in love with Felix to join the dots from a throwaway comment in his first tutorial.

The money in Oliver's wallet at the pub was meant to last for the next two weeks. Boy gotta get lunch and buy bodywash and stuff, not shots for rich kids.

Felix immediately begins relying on Oliver to know his schedule. Oliver just accepts this and sends Felix reminder texts for his tutorials.

Felix keeps leaving hoodies in Oliver's dorm room. This is weird because they are rarely in there for longer than a minute or two. Oliver wears these hoodies because Felix keeps insisting that they'd suit him. Farleigh, yes, sees this and is fucking CONCERNED.

Felix assumes he'll have to get married and have kids as it is his duty to continue the Catton Line. He keeps making weird jokes about his and Oliver's kids getting married.

Oliver says he fancies Kiera Knightley. This is incorrect. Kiera Knightley is just the closest woman he could find to Felix.

Oliver lies to his parents mostly to avoid any visits or needing to go home because going back there is awful and stifling and guilt-inducing.

A few people in their group refer to Oliver as Felix's Pet, but only when neither of them are there. Farleigh started it.

Felix's initial emotional reaction to Ollie's Field Reveal was immense pride and the urge to punch Farleigh in the arm very hard if he didn't stop staring, the pervert. Felix was not staring, he was merely pointing his eyes in that direction, thanks.

Felix always has something in his mouth and it makes Oliver want to die. Most of Oliver's pens and pencils have Felix toothmarks on.

Felix does not understand how much things cost. Oliver does. Oliver wishes Felix would stop picking things up that "made me think of you, Ollie!" Because. Felix. That t-shirt was £50. What is WRONG WITH YOU.

Felix has occasionally considered seeing if Ollie'd be up for a devil's threeway if he found someone willing. He isn't brave enough to ask, because he knows Oliver would say no, but he thinks about the idea a lot. You know. Just a regular wild Uni party thing, right?

If Oliver hadn't gone to Felix, Felix would have turned up sloppy, SLOPPY drunk outside of Oliver's room one night and had a big baby tantrum and probably shoved his tongue down Oliver's throat. It would be the worst handjob of Oliver's life, but also the best.

[tainted-liquor]

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Hobie Brown x BlackFem!Ballerina!Reader Tws: BADDDD British, light swearing, Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! (fluff) W/C:950 A/N: Heyyy! pls forgive me bro I know 0 Londoners, n I have no idea how to write their accent lol. BEAARRR WITH ME😭

Hobie never expected in his life that he would be in this predicament. Here he was, sitting alongside Gwen as she eagerly ranted to him about her 'older sister' being in this dance. She spent about two days convincing Hobie to go with her, saying that he would be supporting an aspiring artist. "It's about to start!" Gwen cheered silently, clapping her hands quickly before pointing to the red curtains ascending upwards. "There she is!" Gwen whispered as she pointed towards your flexed form, spine curving upward as your back leg extended out behind you as your arms create a sleek invisible line between the tips of your fingers and the bottom of your toes.

He was absolutely enchanted. He had never seen someone make ballet look so sacred in his eyes, brushing off the silly dance as a bunch of jumps and turns. He watched as you slowly began to break free from your frozen stance, moving with such calculated precision and absolute elegance. It was like he was watching the performance through a tunnel, eyes glued on you and you only as you pirouetted with such grace it put every princess in the world to absolute shame. He had heard from Gwen first-hand just how painful it was to do ballet, but watching you twist and turn on the very tips of your toes put everything into perspective. In his mind, you were a precious dove ghosting the surface of the water with your pretty pink pointe shoes.

"Gwendy, you said this's one of your mates, right?" He asked, eyes still absolutely glued to you. Gwen gave him an overjoyed nod, clearly biting back the loudest scream of approval she's ever given. "Introduce me later, yea?" He mumbled as he watched you shoot Gwen a rather smooth wave, disguising it within your movements to not stray from your routine...Man, you were good. You looked absolutely bewitching as your melanated skin shone under the spotlight, your movements remaining soft and delicate whilst carrying yourself with such poise. If Gwen would've told Hobie about you earlier he would've bought the damn tickets himself.

When up on that stage, you always felt free and liberated. You spent all of your life in a studio, accepting every drop of boiling-hot criticism with cupped palms, watching as it burned and seared your skin and leave its metaphorical mark that manifested in the form of experience. You incorporated the elegant style of dance into your everyday life, weaving the very threads of its history into your personality and wearing it like a proud necklace. For you, dancing was your very being. You spent countless nights banging shoes on your walls, patching up your battered and bruised legs countless times until only a ghost of feeling remained in the tips of your toes. You've learned to crawl, then stumble, then walk, run, and finally jump all in the span of over 10+ years.

You followed the inaudible signals in the ever-so-soothing piano, utilizing the cues that you had ingrained into the back of your mind as you assumed each and every position and pose. You were in a fuck ton of pain, and you were out of breath, but what's a little bit of hurt compared to a dream 10 years in the making? When the curtains finally closed after everyone took their final bow, the roaring applause made everything worth every single twinge of pain. You eagerly ran off the stage, enveloping Gwen in a tight hug as she introduced you to the incredibly tall and lanky man next to her. The clash between the two of you was starkly obvious, with you being dressed in shades of pink, ivory, and soft beiges that complimented every aspect of your outfit.

"'Ey there, I'm 'Obie" he stated as he gave me a small smile, extending his hand towards me gently, to which I gladly accept. Truth be told, I didn't understand half of a fuck of what he just said. I pulled a smile and nod and used context clues to fill in the gaps. "That's a nice accent...where you from?" you asked with a warm smile. He gives a light chuckle before answering with a small "East London. You were really great out there, by the way. Kick n' prance queen!"

"Thank you! You should drop by my studio sometime, you can watch me and Gwen practice for future shows or just for funsies!" I exclaim with a light giggle. I scanned over Hobie, making a mental note of his rough and sharp look that contrasted with my very being. He reminded me of a black swan, gorgeous and elegant in his own way, but almost twice as intimidating. I wouldn't be lying if I said I truly loved the difference in our aesthetics.

"I tried, but he says that he doesn't-" Gwen begins, with Hobie quickly silencing her by just straight up grabbing her mouth. "Yea, I'd like that. I'll see you la'er then!" He grins as he slowly drags Gwen away, giving you a small wave and a goofy grin as I disappear backstage to change into some normal clothes and deconstruct my makeup.

"You didn't tell me that was the gyaldem you ran wif" Hobie chuckled as he shot Gwen a playful glare. "Well, I TRIED. But you started going on about how you," She dropped her voice an octave, linking a synthetic British accent to her every word. "Don't believe in paying to watch performances!" She teased. Hobie only rolled his eyes, pretending to brush off the matter. But in reality, he couldn't wait to see you again and watch you dance in all your glory.

"So...when's she dancing again?"

[gay-wh0re-slut]

If your requests are still open I have one

Something spicy, with Rhea x fem! dancer!reader, where reader is a dancer and Rhea gets to see her practice in person? (Reader is in a dance group or something) Like she's seen videos but never got the experience in person and probably gets hot and bothered about readers dancing? Like the display of energy and movement gets to Rhea and she drags reader off somewhere after practice for smexy times :)

my requests are always open, so thank you!!!!

this is so crazy that you say that bc i was a dancer omg so i will DEFINITELY be getting into this hehehheee i’m geeking rn thinking of all the things i could do

CW: hot sex with buff goth wrestler and her hot dancer girlfriend !! (sub rhea, dom reader, car sex, fingering, face sitting, scissoring, slight praise/degradation from reader)

En Pointe

“i’ll be there soon, baby” Rhea texted you. She dropped you off before she went to have lunch with the boys and run some errands, but now she was on her way to watch your invited dress rehearsal for your performance this weekend.

You’ve been practicing for months on this dance with your team and it was almost finally time to show it off. When you heard that you could invite people to one of the dress rehearsals, of course you had to invite her. In the past, you would show her videos of the classes you took where they did short one minute dances that you learned in two hours, and she loved watching every second of it.

The minute she learned that you were having a performance of a new dance, she immediately went on to say, “I don’t want any videos or sneak peaks, I want to be surprised,” so you did just that…or you tried to. You were never good at keeping silly little secrets from her, like surprise parties or gifts that you got her for birthday or the holidays. But she insisted and you compromised by showing her a new trick you learned.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” says your friend.

“Y’all are so cute on instagram, I can’t wait to see it in person,” says another.

You were so excited to show her off that you couldn’t help but smile wide every time she was brought up.

“i’m here! where do i go?” she texted only fifteen minutes later.

“to the right through the double doors, there should be signs,” you reply.

Two minutes pass of you waiting, giddy, giggling and checking the hallways every two seconds until finally you saw the tall buff woman come down the hallway. You ran to her immediately and jumped on her as if you haven’t seen in her in forever when in reality, it was four hours.

“Hey, baby,” she caught you.

“Hiiiiiii!!!” you finally climbed down, “come meet my friends first!” as your drag her to the audience.

Hello’s and Nice-to-meet-you’s went on for ten minutes before they called for places, and off you went. You kissed her goodbye as she found her seat. Fourth row, middle section, middle seat, “It has the best view,” your friends told her with a wink.

The lights went dark signaling the beginning of the performance.

When you were in the audience, you were wearing sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide your costume so when the lights came up on you wearing a black leather low cut halter top (that you put too much trust in), a tiny red miniskirt, (the other girls had different colors), knee high white socks (with matching red bows on the calf), and black lace-up heeled boots, you could hear a loud gasp come from the audience and you immediately knew it was Rhea.

You smiled immediately, and then the song came on, Partition by Beyoncé. A faint “oh my god!” could be heard and you knew who’s accent that belonged to. Your friends giggled on stage as they began to move around you.

The dance lasted the full length of the song with you and your team dancing on chairs, dancing with each other, doing flips, tricks and turns. Some moves were definitely seductive, and you couldn’t help but think about how she was itching to get ahold of you in the audience, twitching in her chair, fidgeting like crazy. It made you dance better knowing she was watching.

After the standing ovation from the 20 invited guests, and the multiple Good job’s and That was amazing’s, you wrapped your arm around the muscular tattooed arm beside you as you walked out together.

“Baby,” Rhea finally spoke.

“Yeah?”

“That was so fucking hot,” she admitted.

“You think so?” you knew it was, but you loved to hear her say it.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t stop squirming in my seat, I wanted to take you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” she unlocked the car and opened your door for you.

She leaned on the top of her truck with one foot on the step as you sat, watching your every move.

“So you thought it was good, huh?” you tease as you buckle your seatbelt.

She gently grabs the side of your neck, which turns into a forceful grip sending a shock straight to your core causing you to whimper.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautifully slutty in my life,” she whispers millimeters away from your face.

She lets you go with a push, not letting you have the satisfaction of a kiss. You huff as she closes the door and walks to driver’s side.

Before you knew it, she turned down a road you didn’t know.

“Where…are we going?” you were a bit scared.

“You’ll see,” she smirked.

Now you were all the way scared. Please don’t murder me, please don’t kidnap me, please. Your leg bounced with anxiety.

“I’m not going to murder you,” she answers your silent plea, “I scoped it out before rehearsal, just wait, I promise it’ll be okay,” she placed her hand on your thigh and it immediately stopped bouncing.

You were still weary of her, but she never broke her promises, ever.

She pulled off the path into a clearing between some trees, to an overlook of the city. Your eyes gleamed at the dancing lights below you as you leaned forward for a better look, “oh, wow.”

“I told you,” she unbuckled, “now c’mon.”

You followed her lead and got out of the truck to the front of it. She picked you up and placed you on the hood that was still hot from the drive, but you didn’t mind too much because it was a cool night. She jumped up next to you and wrapped her arm around you pulling you into her. The two of you sat there for what seemed like forever, taking in the different sounds of nature, but also distant cars rushing through the streets of your hometown.

“You ready for the best part?” she whispered as she kissed your head.

You nodded excitedly as she got down, “stay there a minute,” she ordered.

You hear the sound of the bed opening, then the car door opening and closing, then the bed cover being removed, “okay,” she huffed, “c’mere!”

So you hopped down and went to the back of the truck when you were met with a mattress inside the truck bed with fake tea candles somehow stuck to the sidewalls and rose petals strewn across the light pink blanket covering the mattress.

“Baby!…What is all this?” you smile hard.

“Well, I wasn’t getting lunch with the boys if that’s what you’re wondering,” she kicked a rock shyly with her hands behind her back.

“It’s perfect,” you began to get a little teary eyed at the gesture.

She sighed with relief then suddenly she picked you up once more and landed you on the mattress with a yelp. She followed and laid down on her side with her head propped on her fist, “now show me some of those moves you did on stage,” she patted on the bed.

You understood her orders and started crawling towards her and then on top of her, straddling her waist as she turned on her back under you. Immediately, your lips crashed into hers as she held your thighs pulling you closer. Small moans escaped the both of you as you held her face craving as much of her as possible.

You finally sat up to catch your breath, “so you liked my dance?”

“I didn’t think you could get any hotter and then you did, so no…I fucking loved it. The skimpy outfit, the heels, your ASS! I knew you were flexible but damn, who knew you could shake your ass in a split!”

You blushed at the thought her getting all hot and bothered. “Well I’m glad you liked it,” you laugh.

“No baby, I didn’t like it, I loved it. I loved you, I loved watching you. And I was serious when I said that I could’ve taken you right there on the stage in front of everyone,” her tone became serious with the last bit which is when you knew you were about to get fucked out of your mind.

She ripped your shirt off to find you still wearing the halter top, “holy fuck,” she stared at your chest for a full minute with her mouth wide open, “you’re kidding,” she finally spoke.

“Nope, keep going,” you smirked as you stood up for her to take your sweatpants off.

“There’s no way,” and she ripped your sweatpants down to find the tiny red skirt and the knee high socks, “oh my god.”

You kicked the sweatpants off and stood over her with your hands on your hips, one foot popped, sinking into your hip, showing off your outfit for her. You turn around to pick up your sweatpants where she could easily see that the shorts you were wearing under your skirt for the performance were replaced with a lacy matching red thong. You stand back up and place your sweat pants out of the way, smiling at her.

When you see her mouth open on the brink of drooling, you bend over to close it. She pulls you down and kisses you hard. “Please for the love of everything holy, sit on my face,” she pleads.

So you maneuver your way towards her head and try to ease your way down but in one swift motion she grabs your hips, moves the red lace to the side and forces you down anyway. Her tongue immediately makes contact with your hot center causing a moan to fall out of you. You brace yourself on the back window and holding onto the top rack, “fuck,” you whisper.

She hums into you as her response sending chills through your body. As she laps at your entrance, you can feel the tension in your stomach rising and quickly. You didn’t notice how bad you needed her until now, “oh fuck…yeah right there, baby,” you whimper as your clit becomes the center of her tongues attention.

You only just now noticed that you were riding her face, up and down, back and forth, shaking the truck slightly as you did. The tattooed hand found its way to your entrance, hinting at wanting to come inside. Two fingers slowly nudged their way inside of you and your head falls backward, with a loud groan to follow. She slowly pumps her fingers in and out of you, making you drip down her hand, to her wrist, and probably all the way down her arm.

You didn’t want to wait for her to quicken the pace so you did it yourself. Grinding on her fingers, losing your breath, hearing the noises of your wetness on her tongue drove you crazy for more. The two of were so in sync that it didn’t take long for the pressure inside to push past the breaking point.

Whimpers and moans escaped your throat with every bounce. She could feel your walls beginning clench around her fingers, noticing how wet she was getting too, she couldn’t help but try to relieve some of the pressure by squeezing her legs together.

As suddenly as it began, it ended. The pressure released from you sending your eyes to the back of your head, your legs quivered over her, and the loudest moan you’ve ever made flew out of you. The truck stilled as you came down from your high slumping over and rolling out of the position, to laying down next to her. “Holy fuck,” you say between breaths.

You turn your head towards her but you catch her sucking her fingers off, cleaning them of you. “Holy fuck,” you repeat as you climb back on top of her but this time to kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips.

She moans into the kiss but breaks it soon after, “if I would have known that your dance would be that hot, I would’ve come to all the rehearsals.”

“I tried to tell you!”

“Dammit, you did, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you began to caress her torso, gently dragging your hands over her breasts while ever so slightly squeezing them, then continuing down to her stomach. You slide down her legs as you started to kiss all over her. Her neck, her chest, her sternum, her stomach, her pelvis, to her thighs, which were barely covered by booty shorts. Her hands were finding anyway to touch you, soft quick moans coming from above you as you traveled your way down her toned body.

“My turn,” you say as you forcefully take off her black shorts.

“I don’t think you could do it,” Rhea chuckled.

“Do what?” you question, offended.

“I don’t think you could be a top.”

“Then you don’t know me at all Ripley,” you smile devilishly.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” she rolls her eyes sarcastically.

You crawl back up to her with her eyes watching the shirt barely holding everything in, not realizing that she did like the thought of you being on top or A Top for that matter.

“I would suggest you listen to me or you’ll regret underestimating me,” you growl with fury in your eyes.

You watched her eyes widen as much as possible when she gulped under you. Your hand snuck its way up to her throat and closed around it pushing her head back, “I’m your Mami tonight, understood?”

She nods her head, but that wasn’t enough for you because it wouldn’t be enough for her. So you tighten your grip, “Under. Stood?”

“Y-yes Mami,” she pleads.

You finally let go, “Good girl.”

You could feel the chills start to form on her body, maybe from the cool night or maybe because you just rocked her shit, but either way it was going to be fun. You kiss your way back down her body as slowly as possible.

You get back to her thighs and just before you devour into her, you pop your head up, “You know I’m kidding right?”

“W-What?”

“I could never be a top. Too much responsibility,” you giggle.

She exhales loudly, “that’s a shame.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…that was really fucking hot, so please try or you will regret it later, princess,” she glares, “and please fuck me because I’m dying.”

“Oh, so we’re desperate now, are we?” your run your hand over her already soaking underwear as she writhed at the touch.

“Yess.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Mami!”

And with that you take her blue underwear off, and dive right in. You begin sucking on her clit immediately hearing a breathy “oh fuck,” from above you. You wanted to make sure that she was extra wet, so you met her eyes as you spit on her already oozing center. She moaned at the sight, tangling her hands in your hair. After a few more strokes from your tongue, you stood up, licked your lips, and removed your red thong.

She watched you in both awe and disappointment from stopping, but she was surprised when you sat back down. But this time you were diagonal on top of her with one leg over her leg and one leg under her other, centering yourself so that your clit matched up with hers.

“Oh god yes…fuck,” She murmured when you began to scissor her.

You brought her leg to your shoulder and held onto her muscular thigh for stability as you rocked back and forth, hitting your sweet spot every time, hoping you were hitting hers. From the sounds she was making, you assumed correctly. And the sounds were beautiful, the wet sticky from beneath you mixing with her whimpers of pleasure, were sending you over the edge.

“Look at you being a good slut for your Mami,” you force out. It sounded weird coming from you but you grew more confidence once you saw how it made her feel. Her cheeks were flushed as she gripped onto the wall of the truck bed for anything she could hold, which made you realize you were literally rocking the truck with your motions. That didn’t stop you though, it only made you go harder.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight because you don’t when you’ll ever be a top again so you pull the, “You’re feel so good against me, my baby,” and the, “Look at you, taking Mami’s cunt like the slut you are,” with loud moans coming from the raven haired woman below you.

The truck was squeaking you were going so hard, but you didn’t care. You were determined to make her cum harder than she ever has before, you made it a mission ever since you decided to be Mami for a night.

“Please Mami, can I cum?” she surprised you.

“Not yet,” another Top card she liked to pull all the time, so you knew you had to pull it on her too.

“Fuck,” she panted, “Please Mami!”

“Not. Yet. You’re doing too good to let it all go now, baby,” the truth was that you wanted to cum with her and you were almost there. “Just a bit longer.”

Her response was loud whimpers with every hit of your swollen clits.

After a few more hard thrusts, you were finally close enough to where if she came, you would to, but you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she could without asking so you hold off until she begged again. Maybe you could be a top after all, you thought.

“Mami please let me cum, I can’t hold it much longer,” she basically yelled it. Her tits were bouncing, her hair was almost matted, her face was beet red as sweat gleamed from her forehead. You could feel her legs shaking from anticipation.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over Mami’s cunt.”

And so she did just that. Her back arched, her legs tensed, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “FUCK,” she screamed, “YES… GOD,” her legs began to shake, “FFF-U-U-UCK!”

You followed her lead and came once more, screaming the sounds of pleasure until you were both a sweaty mess of moans and whimpers. You slowed your pace as the truck slowed with you. Lazily throwing her leg down you got off of her slowly and laid down next to her once more. You were both breathing heavily and couldn’t speak for two minutes.

“Damn, you were so good at that,” she broke the silence.

“Which part?”

“All of it,” she looked over to you as you caught her bright blue eyes, “the scissoring, the confidence of your words…everything.” She turned back to looking at the stars in the night sky, “you need to be on top more often.”

“Yes, Mami.”

[simpingforstardew]

Could you do relationship headcanons for Emily x farmer please

pairing: sdv emily x reader

synopsis: emily is soo underrepresented in fics, hope you enjoy these sfw headcanons !! lmk if there are any you disagree w/, or if you have your own thoughts :3

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crush—

emily definitely started to crush on you loonnggg before you realised it !!

watching how gentle you are with her parrot, and how kind you are to her family and friends… how could she not fall in love with you?

she keeps her feelings to herself, knowing how quickly gossip would spread if she told her sister…

granted, haley quickly caught on after seeing all the new red candles, manifestation notes and rose-scented incense in the house…

although she doesn’t act too differently around you, emily does start to carry around her rose quartz !! (and hopes that you’ll wear the matching quartz bracelet she spent all night making for you)

the real give-away was how she always offered for your meals at the saloon to be ‘on the house’ (gus wasn’t too impressed, but was delighted to see emily so smitten) <33

dating—

for maybe the first time in her life, emily is genuinely speechless when you offer her a bouquet ;;

“O-Oh, for me? Wow I— Thank you. I knew we had something special I just didn’t… Of course I’ll go out with you, cutie!”

emily is 100% the type to believe in soulmates— any chance she has to be cheesy, she’ll take it:

“Look! I sewed the hem of your garment with a red thread- It’s like the red string of fate… guess we we’re meant to be, huh?”

even if you don’t believe in all that, the way she crinkles her nose during her bright laughter makes you want to.

quality time >>>

whether it’s dancing, sharing your favourite movies with each other, or just hanging out, emily is always eager to learn more about you so she can be the best girlfriend !!

desert dates !!!! even if the option to sail out to the Ginger isles is there, emily loves travelling with you to Calico to enjoy the hot sun, and sand (and casino if you’re comfortable being around gambling, even if she only enjoys the chill card games.)

Dewdrop 💙 (1): Hey!! I had another dream about you today, stay safe in the mines okay? :( but !! look at this silly meme i found, it's literally us (i'm the cockatiel) !!!

at first you may have found her dreams about you a little... creepy. but knowing how deeply she cares about you makes you feel so warm <33

emily is a little oblivious to social cues and body language, even though she tries so hard !! just watch her ramble about her recent spiritual awakening…

“And as i was looking into the candle, the flame started to flicker and it reminded me of how you dance! Oh, and the smoky quartz I gave you shoul—”

and just watch her get flustered when you kiss her to shut her up <33

[jazzy-man13]

g1 autobots x fem reader

Grrr I'm feeling a little bit silly and had a random burst of inspiration >:3 I'm working on requests, I promise I didn't forget yall!! I'll try to crank a couple of 'em out tomorrow

Reactions to reader coming out as transfem! Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Arcee: She's so excited! It's incredibly nice to have another woman around here, considering that she's one of the only fembots on Earth. She'll exclaim that you're "the fem to my femme" every time she gets the chance. If she wasn't already infatuated, she's definitely enamored with you now <33

Absolutely will not tolerate any self-deprecating comments if you're feeling dysphoric- she's your #1 hype girl!

Jazz: He's so chill about it and supportive of you. He uses his holoform to take you out dancing whenever he can, saying that he "needs to show off" his girl friend! Will 100% call you "babygirl" in an affectionate manner from now on.

Hot Rod/Rodimus: He doesn't completely understand, but his spark warms at the way you brighten after coming out and transitioning. He'll do his absolute best to use the right terms for you- sometimes going a little bit overboard with it. He buys you some rather stereotypical "girl" things every now and then- he's doing his best, bless his spark 😭

Bumblebee: He's SO happy for you! Absolutely thrilled to see you start to accept yourself. He'll take you shopping for new clothes if you need them, and he'll giggle and gossip with you about anything and everything fem related as you two learn to navigate your transition <33

Idk I'm just silly 🫡🫠

[rockingrobin69]

Soup Thursdays at the office

There were four fish in the bowl, and all of them were George. Draco named them, and apparently didn’t find it at all confusing.

“There’s George one,” he said, tipping the fish food over the tank with an exasperated roll of his eyes, “that’s the little red thing in the corner. Boy George is the one with the stripe. George two always forgets it’s been fed—and then this one, it’s just George.”

“Just George?” Harry asked, a crinkle in the corner of his lip.

“Not—just George. Its name’s George. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Just George is the best.”

Draco sighed, carefully administering colourful droplets of feed. “Of course you’d play favourites with the fish.” Rubbing his hands clean, head tilted to the side, giving Harry that look. The one that made his mouth go dry. “Now, unless there’s anything…? Then excuse me, Mr. Potter. Paperwork awaits no man.”

Oh, right, he was in the way. Had this habit of crowding Draco into tight corners, entirely unconscious. Harry took a step back, and another, startled and warm in the cheeks, mumbling this half-formed, automatic response that wasn't quite an apology. Draco walked away with a small smile-part-smirk, leaving Harry at the windows, near the fish tank, heart racing.

This wasn’t at all what he came out here for. Not to watch Draco feed the fish, third time today. He needed the copies for Mrs. Nelson’s case, and he needed… a moment. Honesty. Like he’s not built any resistance, stacked up any immunity to Draco’s—antics. Come on now, come on, come on.

Copies, then. Throat cleared, breath caught, head shook, Harry gathered himself, bit by bit. The copies were in the cabinet, by Draco’s station. Could have just asked him for it. But that would’ve led to a whole new debacle, and besides, it’s good to get away from his desk sometimes. Before he hired Draco, he never remembered to stretch.

Forgot to stretch still. Got an email, ran back to his office and furiously typed a reply to his stupid boss who wanted to assign them another case, as if their hands weren't full enough. And then it was getting near lunch-time, and Harry’s belly started on this dance, a little jig it only learned recently. Since Draco.

Thankfully, it was a Thursday, and Harry came prepared. With the fancy soup he spent three hours making, and the softest rolls Aldi had to offer. He caught Draco on the way to the kitchenette, signalled with his eyebrows (and with the tub, raised in promise). He’s really going to like this one; Harry made sure to get the cheese he knew Draco preferred, the perfect bottle of wine to pair with it. For the soup, he meant. Not that he brought wine to work. Harry may have been silly sometimes, but he was still an adult, and a professional. Who took his job seriously. Very seriously, even.

A fact he often forgot when Draco did this. Just walking, mind you, but slowly, almost on-show, dragging the chair next to Harry with big open eyes. Didn’t ask, didn’t say anything: crossed his arms in his lap, waited. It made something in Harry jump, seared right through him.

“French onion soup, as per requested. With so much fucking cheese it’ll give you heartburn. You’re welcome.”

“Looks delicious,” Draco said. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, a gesture so small it had to be unintentional.

That burnt bit inside Harry sizzled. “Why don’t you try some?” he handed the microwaved bowl. “Careful, it’s really hot.”

“Yes, Mr. Potter,” Draco said, with that look. “Aren’t you having some? Heartburn isn’t something to suffer on one’s own.”

He tried to laugh the dry-throat-ness away. “I will, yeah. How is it? Too much salt? Not enough?”

“Mm,” Draco took a spoonful, closed his eyes. “Perfect.”

Whatever he was going to ask melted away. Took a moment or two to shake himself, get up. Punch the time on the microwave with a slightly-trembling hand.

Harry started this a while back, bringing lunch for the both of them. Not so much as a decision as a series of events: too much pasta made, an extra sandwich bought by accident, leftover soup from soup Wednesday. And—he got a little addicted, he supposed, to the way Draco reacted. The way he—

The beeping of the microwave made him jump, meet the cabinet, too close, too suddenly.

“All right over there?”

Cursing under his breath, Harry nodded, returned to the table with a throbbing forehead. “Sorry. Got a little… distracted.”

“Mrs. Nelson?” Draco asked, handing him a napkin, then a spoon. “She called again. I told her we don’t have the results yet.”

“No, not that. We’re getting a new case. I've been trying to fight it, but...”

“Fighting the boss man,” Draco nodded. “Always drama with you, isn’t there. Hand me the pepper, please? Thank you.” Without another word, Draco was peppering Harry’s dish. “So, more importantly, it’s been brought to my attention you haven’t signed up for the draw this year.”

“Hmm?”

“The draw. Strictly come dancing? You know, the only thing anyone in the office talked about all week.”

Harry wasn’t all that interested in office talk. He might have heard about this one—had this vague recollection of Draco in blue, nattering about some dance show on the telly. “Can’t say I… sign up?”

“To the draw. Each pair picks a couple out of a hat. The principle is very simple, you should be able to follow.”

“Pairs,” Harry repeated, just to be sure he heard right. Tasted the soup: peppery, the way he liked it. “Who… erm, who’s your partner?”

Draco gave him that look again. “Why, Mr. Potter, it’s you, of course. I took the liberty of signing you up—please don’t be mad, it’s important for the people here to see you taking part. Not just, work-work-work all the time. It’ll be good for you.”

Harry grunted something wordless and tight. “Fine. If I'm with you it’s not—fine. What’s for the winners, then?”

“Of course you think you’d win it.” But he was smiling. “I don’t know, HR hasn’t announced yet. Probably some puny prize not even worthy of taking home. It’s for the camaraderie, knucklehead.”

“Camaraderie. Right. I think I know what that means.”

Draco rolled his eyes. It was warm in the kitchen, and nice. It was nice. They ate their soup in peace; Draco was busy with his crosswords, that he never completed and never gave up on, and Harry went back to his notepad, looking at what still needed to be done for Mrs. Nelson. Lunchbreak never used to be like this. Unrushed, like it was important all on its own. Draco made things feel like that. Important.

When the bowls were empty: back to the office, and the copies he forgot to take from Draco’s station were waiting on his desk. With a smile, and a sigh, and another sigh, Harry sat down and got to work.

He had to finish everything for Mrs. Nelson by tonight, with this new case threatening to take most of his time. Harry was no stranger to late nights, to coffee after coffee and reading until his eyesight blurred fuzzy. It was five thirty by the time he looked up again, and that was only because Draco was at his door.

“Hmm? You were saying something?”

Leaning against the doorjamb, long legs crossed, head tilted back. “Just enjoying the view,” with a wink. “Come on. Time to go.”

“Can’t,” Harry said, raising the contract he was currently reviewing. “Got to finish this first.”

“Mr. Potter,” Draco said, in that tone. Harry felt the lump he just swallowed, burning all the way down his chest. “Can’t leave me to brave the train station all by myself. I might get lost.”

“Please do,” Harry laughed, helpless. “You know I drive anyway. And you take the bus.”

Draco’s eyebrow arched, unimpressed. “You’ve stayed late every night this week.”

“It’s only Thursday.”

“Exactly. Now get off your arse, please, or you’re going to be in serious trouble.” When Harry didn’t look persuaded, he sighed, overly-dramatic and far too sweet. “Don’t make me beg, Sir. Not in the office. It’s unseemly.”

The ‘pah!’ of his laughter didn’t go a long way to hide the blush, coming rapidly and extensive. “Shut up! I have to… it’s the new case. Got to finish with Mrs. Nelson, or Gregson’s going to give her case to John.”

Draco winced. “God, not that tosser. Well… all right, pass over the consent forms.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll proof while you work on the contract. Come on, chop-chop. We’ll finish much quicker if we work together.”

“Draco…” Harry started, gently, felt this thing in his chest go tight and tender. “It’s half five. You should go home. Your cat will miss you.”

“Whisker’s a dog, as you well know, you wanker,” Draco smiled sweetly, falling into the chair across from him. “He’ll be fine, my neighbour’s watching him. Now, hand me the papers.” He sent a hand forward, waiting, imperiously, for Harry to obey, which of course he did. Didn’t have much of the resisting part of his brain wired right, when it came to Draco.

“Fine. But you’re leaving by six.”

“Half six, and so are you.” Draco smoothened the papers and stole a pen from Harry’s cup. “Aha, see! Already found a typo. Truly, you should fire your secretary.”

“Not in a million years,” Harry smiled, and allowed himself to sink back in the contract, his chest a little lighter.

[haisayonaraa]

It's raining!

(requested by RobinBirdnest on Wattpad) 

[story below]

One rainy day, Giorno decided he'd go out at and play. Giorno runs up to Bruno and tugs on his jacket. "Bruno?" Bruno looks down at his baby and smiles, "yes Giogio?" Giorno goes over to a window and points at it, "it's raining! can we go outside?" Bruno thinks for a moment before nodding, "sure thing, let's make sure we get our rain gear on first." Giorno giggles, "ok!" Giorno runs over to the closet full of his jackets and outdoor wear, with Bruno following close behind. "What do you need to put on first Gio?" Giorno pulls out his rain jacket and puts it on, "My rain jacket!" Bruno nods, "Good job! what's next?" Giorno slips on his rain boots, "My rain boots!" Bruno pats Giorno's head, "That's right! and finally.." Giorno quickly pulls out his frog umbrella. "Froggy umbrella!!" Giorno dances around with it. "Right, excellent bambino! Now let me get ready and then we'll head out." 

Once the two are outside, Giorno starts exploring the rainy world. He listened intently to the sound of wet leaves, the rain pitter pattering off them gently. He turned over stones to spot the wiggly worms under them. Giorno also poked at the sticky mud (before Bruno told him not to). But what's this? A puddle? but who's there waving at Giorno from behind it? Whoever it is looks just like him! Giorno waves back at the boy. Giorno goes to touch the person behind the puddle, but they disappear. Giorno frowns, only to see the puddle boy return. "dere u are! please don' leave dis time!" Giorno tries to touch the boy once more, but again, he disappears. "why do u keep goin' away?" Bruno walks up behind giorno, "who are you talking to gio-baby?" Giorno points to the puddle, "da boy!" Bruno looks at the puddle and chuckles, "Honey that's your reflection." Giorno looks down at the puddle, "..oh!" Giorno giggles. Bruno kisses giorno's head, "sometimes you're such a silly little thing." 

Giorno lightly tugs on Bruno's sleeve. "Are you ready to go back inside Giogio?" Giorno simply nods as Bruno takes his hand and leads him back inside. There Giorno takes his rain gear of, and Bruno fixes him some hot coco. "How was your time in the rain?" Giorno takes a sip of the nice warm coco, letting it's warmth calm him, "It was gud! I gotta see my re-flec-shun!" Bruno smiles, "Mhm, my little Giorno had a wonderful time learning and playing today didn't he?" Giorno nods before letting out a small yawn. "You've done so much today, and I think you're finally ready for bed, hm?" Bruno gently picks Giorno up. "Bruno?" Giorno yawns again. "Yes Gio?" Giorno slowly closes his eyes, "If it rains again tomorrow can I go see my friend?" Bruno tilts his head, "your friend? oh, your reflection? of course." Giorno sighs, "I think he's my friend, he was super duper friendly.." Giorno finally dozed off in Bruno's arms, "he is, isn't he?" Bruno smiles.

[oh my goodness you all are sooooo patient! I love you all for that! I hope you all like this story, and that you're all doing ok. Please keep sending in requests they mean the world to me during this chaos]

[spider-jaysart]

More baby Supersons Headcanons!!:

When Jon was a toddler, whenever he was offered something from anyone or Clark and Lois, like "Do you want hot chocolate, Dear? "Wanna go get some ice cream?" For example, he would always happily respond with "Yessie please!"

Damian was the type of toddler that would see somebody recording something on their phone (like some dance moves or something) and would literally run over to it, grab it and run away while laughing out loud about it as his brothers chase him to get it back (Inspired by those funny videos where the babies steal their parents phones during a recording of a TikTok)

Damian as a baby would always give Talia cheek kisses, since he wasn't so shy about it due to his young age. He doesn't do it so much anymore though but not completely, since he will sometimes still give her a loving kiss on the cheek just like before

When Jon was 1 years old, he would always cry if he didn't have his Super teddy bear next to him, so whenever he dropped it outside of his carriage or whenever it accidentally got lost somewhere in the house or outside, Lois and Clark would both immediately have to go find it before he starts sobbing loudly. Once they find it and give it back to him, he would feel calm again and fall peacefully asleep

Whenever Talia would carry Damian around in her arms, he would always play with her long hair, pretending it's his mustache or his own hair, he would also play with her jewelry and would sometimes even try putting it in his mouth. She always had to try to stop him from doing that since she didn't want him to some how choke on it and get slobber on them either while playing with them like that. After seeing how difficult this was to do, she decided to wear less jewelry for a while until he stopped this habit of his. He thankfully later did after a while

Jon would used to eat anything as a kid and I mean ANYTHING. So because of this, Lois and Clark would always have to chase after him to get whatever it is that he ate out of his mouth before he swallowed it

Little Damian (being a Momma's boy) always liked to sit down and try whatever his Mother was eating at the table if it was new food that he saw, so she always happily shared it with him

When 3 year old Damian and 2 year old Jon had met eachother, Damian had thought that Bruce was just adopting another child into the family, especially because Jon had blue eye's and dark hair just like his older brothers, so he began to feel a little jealous about this, since he didn't want another sibling living in the house with them and take his attention away. So he angrily went up to little Jon and shoved him, saying "My Baba!". Bruce, surprised by Damian's reaction, immediately grabbed him away from Jon, while Clark and Lois immediately ran to go comfort their little boy. As he asked his son why he did that, Damian told him that he thought he was getting another kid, which made Bruce have to explain to him that's not what was happening at all and told him that Jon is actually Clark and Lois' son and that the young half Kryptonian was excited to meet him and be his friend. Damian, learning this new fact, felt bad for pushing Jon and went to go give him a hug, telling him he was sorry. Jon, who was crying just a minute ago, being the happy boy that he is, surprisingly hugged him back tightly with a smile. They both then went to go play together upstairs with Damian's toys. That was the day when their long lasting friendship with eachother began (this is a reference to a scene from a show btw and whoever guesses it will get a cookie!)

Damian would steal Tim's camera all the time and just take random pictures of him and Jon for fun. Tim was upset when he couldn't find it and almost got mad at Damian when he caught him with it, but after looking at the photos that his little brother took of him and his friend, he just couldn't help but laugh out loud since they were all so silly. This quickly made his anger go away, also making him get up to give his baby brother a hug (Damian tried to push him off but failed) and ruffled his hair. He later showed it to Bruce, who also started laughing when he saw them and later showed them to Clark and Lois when they both came to pick up Jon. The married two began to laugh along with them as well and they decided to make copies of them all to keep them in their respective houses for adorable memories

Damian hates Disney movies, and would always ignore them when they were playing on tv, but whenever Jon is visiting him and begins watching them on the living room tv, Damian will sit right next to him and watch it all the way with him without complaining about anything at all

@theredheaded-stuff @camo-wolf @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65

[pisoprano]

Happy birthday, @blur0se! I wrote some more Loveybug AU for you!

Marinette was feeling giddy. Becoming Loveybug was just—GAHH!!! She didn’t have words for it. She wanted to dance and squeal and start throwing confetti. 

She’d told Chat Noir she loved him! 

After all her failures with trying to tell Adrien her feelings, she’d actually succeeded in revealing the three suns in her heart (i.e., those three little words, “I love you”) to someone! And sure, Chat had run away before responding, but clearly that had to be because he was about to transform back, right? Or maybe it was just that he was too surprised by the other news she’d shared to say anything? 

(He looked so sad, though, when he learned that Ladybug wasn’t coming ba—DON’T THINK ABOUT ANY OF THAT! THIS IS HAPPY FUN TIME TO CELEBRATE!) 

She started planning what she was going to do when she saw Chat Noir again. Maybe they could go on a romantic boat ride together? She could wear a fancy dress and have a violin serenading them as they watched the stars together! And she had to bring him a rose—no, a dozen! A hundred! How expensive were roses again? She'd figure that out later, she just knew that any roses had to be red because her kitty needed to know that this was no platonic friendship that she was giving him, it was a romance. One that would last forever and ever! 

The akuma alert popped up on her phone. A part of Marinette was annoyed—she hadn’t finished her dating plan yet!—but on the other hand, it meant seeing that beautiful, silly, fun, caring, adorable, wonderful boy in cat ears that much sooner. She’d have to make up for the lack of a plan with extra hugs (and kisses if she could snag them!) 

“Tikki, spots on!” 

Loveybug yo-yo'd herself into the sky and looked for her partner (the akuma could wait). Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have shown up yet. Probably something in his personal life holding him up. She wished she knew more about that personal life. She wished she was a part of that personal life. Maybe he’d open up more about himself to Loveybug—he certainly wouldn’t tell Ladybug since she'd told him ‘No talking about identity stuff!’ too many times to count (she was a fool to have made that rule—sure the world had ended a couple times, but on the other hand, consider: kissy kissy meow meow). 

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t see all the birds coming. Loveybug was thrown into the air by Mr. Pigeon’s latest flock of evil pigeons. Maybe I can manipulate the swarm of birds into making a message for Chat? she mused to herself. A giant heart shouldn’t be too difficult, right? 

As she tried to think through her plans of sky artistry, she suddenly felt a pair of sturdy arms wrap around her. 

He’s here! 

Loveybug closed her eyes in a dramatic swoon and nuzzled up to him, “Hey, Hot Stuff, where have you been all my life?” She moved her hand up to his neck to play with his bell, but it wasn’t there. All she found was a metallic chain. 

She opened her eyes to look at her catboy. Except he wasn’t her catboy. Sure he was a catboy—black cat ears, a tail, and baton with a paw print that he was using to keep the both of them aloft in the sky as they fled the pigeon horde. But his hair was green and his posture was perfect and he looked like a soldier waiting for orders. Nothing like the fun-loving goofball that had been Ladybug’s partner since the very beginning. 

(Except that time when he’d given up the ring. Except that time when he’d been replaced.) 

“Catwalker?” she whispered. 

“Good day, Loveybug, I hope you are alright?” 

“Of course I’m alright!” she yelped. “Why wouldn’t I be alright?” 

She couldn’t let herself fall apart over losing Chat, not again. She needed to be Loveybug right now, she would die of mortification if Catwalker of all people found out that she was Ladybug in disguise. Mr. Perfect could never find out about how Ladybug had screwed things up with Chat Noir so badly she’d dreamed up an alternate version of herself to fix it. 

Catwalker frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay? We’ve got an akuma to deal with, but if you’re not feeling well—” 

“Yep! Purr-fectly fine, that’s me! Paris’ number one heroine of love and justice! Loveybug! Not Ladybug! She’s not here! Oh look, the Pigeon Man! Let’s go fight him! With the power of love!” 

She gave Catwalker a smooch on the cheek and flung herself away towards danger.

(But why was Catwalker here? He can’t be a permanent replacement. Chat Noir had to come back. If Chat hated Loveybug so much that he gave up the ring again just to get away from her, she’d—DON’T THINK ABOUT THAT! EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING! YOU LOVE CATWALKER TOO, RIGHT? HE’S SUPER PRETTY AND NICE. YOU CAN LOVE HIM UNTIL CHAT NOIR COMES BACK. HE HAS TO COME BACK.) 

[manycoloureddays]

in a vehicle / confessing feelings

for @amberlouigi who wanted this prompt for colin & isaac, i hope i did it justice! 

Isaac has been sitting on this revelation for a while now. Getting used to it, learning how to live with this feeling in his chest so huge it threatens to swallow him whole. And now he’s going to say it, declare it, claim it. It’s fucking terrifying.

He’s not sure when it started. He was in too deep before he knew anything was happening. The timeline is all screwed up.

There were the before times, years and years full of friendship. Then there was that time between finding out Colin was gay and going to his house to apologise. The time they don’t speak about, when Isaac’s head was too full of noise and fear to make much sense of anything.

That was the night it smacked him in the face.

Sitting next to Colin on the couch asking him question after question until he was answering one of his own with too much confidence to be entirely theoretical. He didn’t know he was in it til it was too late, didn’t know it was something he could be in until he pulled Bumbercatch’s name out and then suddenly it was all he could think about.

He knew guys were, like, objectively fit. But he’d never really considered where he was in relation to that, or where he’d like to be. Turns out he’d like to be in the thick of it, right up close and personal.

They finished out the game but Isaac doesn’t remember who won. All he remembers are the different scenarios he had playing out in his head. Did he want to kiss Bumbercatch? A little, but mostly in the same way he wanted to kiss anyone hot. Just to try it, just because he could, but not in an earth shattering kind of way. So he probably wasn’t into Bumbercatch. Did that mean he wasn’t gay? Or that other one, the one like his baby sister. Bisexual. Huh. Okay. That word was only a little less scary.

But surely he’d have known. So if he wasn’t into Bumbercatch, was there someone else, someone more his type. He thought about all the girls he’d kissed, shagged, fallen in love with. Women who were fit and silly and liked a laugh, who went pint for pint with him and joined him on the dancefloor.

“‘Nother round, boyo?” Colin had asked, tapping Isaac’s empty beer bottle with his own.

Which had of course led Isaac to looking. Wondering. Thinking. Imagining. What would it feel like to kiss Colin? What would it feel like to go out clubbing and dance with him, instead of just near him? He thought about pulling Colin close, holding him tight, moving together, hands on his hips, thumbs in the waistband of his jeans.

Colin was standing in front of him, still waiting for an answer, and Isaac had to stop thinking about it.

Isaac couldn’t stop thinking about it, because Colin was standing right in front of him, his shirt riding up and Isaac could see his tummy, the trail of hair leading down to his …

“Nah, I gotta go,” Isaac said, jumping up and winding up almost chest to chest with Colin. “Another time though, yeah?”

That was nearly a year ago now.

He’s been sitting on it for A While.

But Isaac had to make sure. He had to double check his answers, be careful. He had to know he wasn’t going to say something he didn’t mean. He couldn’t lie about something like this. Not to Colin.

He couldn’t say he liked men, maybe liked his best friend more than he was supposed to, because what if he was wrong?

So Isaac made sure.

And by the time he was sure, Colin and Michael were on the rocks and he had to be the supportive best friend. He sat through conversations about their relationship, gave genuinely good advice that was totally unbiased, and then when they finally broke up, he, Bumbercatch and Jamie took Colin out to get wasted and dance it off.

Then he had to wait to make sure he wasn’t going to be Colin’s rebound guy. At which point, Roy pulled him aside and told him to pull his finger out, which was super embarrassing and he never wants to think about that particular boot room conversation ever again.

Roy in a healthy committed relationship is the worst kind of Roy to get advice from. He gets all sincere. And smiley. It’s honestly a little creepy.

But now they were here. Him and Colin in a car together for the three hours it was going to take to drive to Cardiff for Colin’s aunty’s birthday. Alone. Just like Isaac planned.

And now he thinks he might be bottling it.

Colin – in the passenger seat, because like hell was Isaac letting him drive all that way, he’d prefer it if Colin never drove again actually – is singing along to whatever Jamie T song is playing, totally oblivious to Isaac’s crisis.

Just because Isaac is very good at not talking about his feelings doesn’t mean he doesn’t want people to notice when he’s shitting bricks beside th–

“You okay in there, Isaac?” Colin asks, cutting in over Isaac’s spiralling.

“Huh?”

He reaches across and rubs his thumb up and down between Isaac’s eyebrows. “You’ve got your emotionally constipated brow furrow going on. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah bruv. ‘Course it is.”

He glances over, catches the almost reassured look on Colin’s face. He can practically hear Roy’s voice in his head: are you really going to let an opener like that go?

Fuck it.

“Um actually. There’s some stuff I’ve been wanting to tell you.” It really is so much easier like this, eyes on the road, hands on the wheel. He can say it to the road in front of them, just like he’s been practising in the mirror. “Nothing bad, I promise, yeah? I just need you to listen.”

“I can do that,” Colin says. And it’s Colin. It’s fucking Colin. He’s Isaac’s best friend. He’s been building it up in his head for so long, he kind of forgot that Colin is the easiest person in the world to talk to.

“So uh. You know how you’re gay?”

Colin splutters, trying to keep his laughter in and failing.

“Yeah, Isaac. I know how I’m gay.”

“Right. Well. Me too. Sort of. Half. I’m bisexual, or whatever.” He knew he should have rehearsed this bit longer. I’m bisexual, or whatever, real smooth. Wanker.

Colin doesn’t laugh though. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything at all, which would freak Isaac out if he wasn’t used to the way Colin goes blank when he processes new information. It’s like he’s uploading software and needs to restart. It’s cute. Fuck, he’s so cute.

“Thanks for telling me. It’s not an easy thing to say,” Colin says. He puts his hand over Isaac’s on the gearshift and squeezes.

“There’s more. Um. Yeah, I’m just going to… I’m kind of in love with you?”

Colin doesn’t go blank this time. Isaac watches out of the corner of his eye as Colin’s mouth drops open.

“Can you pull over?” he asks, and that is not exactly what Isaac wanted to hear, but he does it anyway. If Colin doesn’t want to be in the car with him anymore, Isaac sure as hell isn’t going to keep him here.

They haven’t even made it to the motorway yet, which turns out to be a blessing. Isaac pulls in behind a big white van. He reads all the information on the back of it while he waits for Colin to leave or say something, and considers calling the number and getting his mum’s conservatory renovated for her.

When Colin finally finds his words, they’re not the ones Isaac was expecting.

“Can you say that again?”

Isaac turns to look at him. He doesn’t look upset. He doesn’t look confused or freaked out or angry or any of the things that Isaac was dreading. He looks shocked. But beneath the shock there’s something a little like hope.

Isaac latches onto the hope, ties it to his own to make it double.

“I’m in love with you.”

Colin breathes in. Breathes out. “Not kind of?”

“What?”

“Before, you said ‘kind of’. You’re not kind of in love with me?” Colin asks, and he’s smiling now.

“Nah. That was a lie. I’m definitely in love with you.” It keeps getting easier every time he says it.

Colin laughs. “Cool.”

Isaac opens his mouth to say Cool back, because he’s starting to understand the need to reboot with new information, but he doesn’t get anything out before Colin launches himself across the centre console.

Kissing Colin is nothing like kissing any of the guys in packed clubs. It’s soft and sweet, the two of them smiling too much to kiss properly. Isaac’s seatbelt is cutting into the side of his neck, and Colin is talking into the kiss, but it’s still making Isaac smile dopily.

“I’m definitely in love with you too,” Colin says, words pressed into Isaac’s lips. “Like, have been for a while. Probably will be for a really long time. Hope that’s okay.”

Isaac doesn’t answer. Colin’s always been better with words anyway. He just keeps kissing him until he shuts up, and then he kisses him more.

They’re an hour late to Aunty Megan’s birthday. But they walk in holding hands and Isaac knows some things are worth the wait.